I dragged a broken leg and couldn't move as easily. The remaining five arthropods could barely coordinate their movements, but fortunately, although their speed had decreased, they were able to continue to escape.

The flies in the air didn't attack again, and as I expected, they were able to "spray" attacks, but their stock was always limited. It finally made me breathe a sigh of relief!

The biggest problem now is that although a five-legged ant – such as a broken leg – can move dexterously, I have just lost this leg and cannot adapt to this "disabled" state for a while.

Normally, I see that a broken leg can climb over obstacles, climb high and low, and even hunt and fight like a normal fighter, and it doesn't seem to have much effect.

But it wasn't until I experienced it myself that I realized how hard it would take to get used to this lack of an arthropod.

Thinking of this, I admired the broken leg very much.

She must have silently given too much to become the top warrior of the tribe in this state, and even I dare not despise it.

The fly continued to hover over my head, and while it didn't continue to attack me, it also seemed to see that I was limping and injured.

The fly began to fly at a lower altitude, often almost at a height close to my antennae, and a strong wind blew and deflected my already unbalanced body, and lowered my already not very fast speed.

At this point, I sensed the danger, and I estimated that at the speed of my broken leg, I could barely make sure that I was not drawn close by my pursuers. But now in the face of this hateful, troublesome, cunning fly, my speed inevitably decreases.

I felt the voices of the pursuers behind me draw closer.

I didn't dare to look back, I was afraid to see a scene that made me feel powerless to resist. I've seen it before, and the influx of outsiders would make a strong-minded warrior like me think of giving up.

Give up, stop, this thought came to me.

I was so tired that my stomach was hot, and only the cold air was sucked into my stomach to relieve the discomfort after a long workout. The wound was also aching for a while, and it continued to torment my will.

Give up, stop, just stop and wait, death is a short period of pain, and then you can return to the world of God.

It is said that in the world of the gods, brave warriors can enjoy endless honeydew and fresh meat.

Give up, stop, the young queen should be safe, I've done my job, it's time to return to this new territory that we've so hard won, like the dead tribe members.

My vision was blurry, and the long hours of intense exercise consumed a lot of physical strength, and the long-term mental tension also brought my will to the brink of collapse.

At this time, my broken leg hit a raised stone, and a sharp pain in my heart made me sober up a little more, from the endless decadence.

I thought of the broken leg, and she broke her chrysalis at about the same time as me, and had been better than me in the early days, and was the best of the younger generation.

But the good times didn't last long, and soon she lost an arthropher in a battle with a fierce bug, and she has never been in the position of "chief warrior" ever since.

How did she survive then? Her injuries were worse than mine, she fell from the top warrior position, and the torture in her heart was not lighter than mine, how did she hold on? And still become a good hunter, a brave warrior?

Am I worse than a broken leg?

Thinking of this, I felt another surge of courage and perseverance.

I'm going to keep going, I'm going to get rid of these pursuers and flies. I'm going to my destination to make sure the queen is safe, and I'm going to protect the eggs she has left, give them food, and watch the tribe grow again.

I'm going to take revenge on these damn outsiders.

They shamelessly invaded the hills that belonged to our people, viciously slaughtered our members, killed my friends, the warriors I knew well: giants, yellow, tall ones, flyers, and broken legs.

I'm going to make them pay, and even if I die, I'm going to kill ten or a hundred more outsiders, and show them the horrors of true warriors!"

My spirits were lifted again, my vision that had been blurring in front of me was clear again, and the sound of the pursuers behind me from my tentacles was clearly heard again.

I looked back, and sure enough, a large group of outsiders had divided into several columns and were following closely behind me, and it was not far away. There are hundreds of them.

Come on, come on more outsiders.

I knew that with so many enemy pursuits, pinned down by flies in the air, maybe it would be difficult for me to get out today. However, I always have to bring in more outsiders to accompany me in my funeral.

I began to consciously shift the direction of my progress, turning a little bit at a time, trying to avoid a turn that was too big and quickly overtaken by the pursuers behind me.

At the same time, I also tried to make the most of the remaining bouncing power, relying on the intact middle limb and the only remaining right hind limb to constantly get over some of the larger obstacles. And the little man who pursues the soldier will spend more time if he wants to climb these obstacles.

In this way, I can once again open up the ever-shortening distance, gain a little more time, a little more life, and ...... One more chance.

Where are you? Where is it? Where is it? Hurry up and come out! Come out! Come out!

I'm looking for a target, a terrifying figure, a figure I would never want to face before, but I'm looking forward to it at the moment.

I crossed the glades, weaving through the territory of the Dreadlord, approaching where it might be lurking.

I didn't care that maybe the next moment I would be the first victim under the Demon King's scythe, because I knew that my body alone would never be able to fill its belly.

Then, I get excited to think of this, and then outsiders, you should see the true horror of the hills!

After all, this is the hunter's hill, the hill of our race, and only our race can survive in this place, this place full of countless dangers.

Die, get out, you shameless intruders, feel the horror, and don't come again to offend the hills, to offend us, to offend God.

I seemed to be able to smell the scent of the devil, and since our previous encounter with her, we had kept her breath in mind, away from where she was, and even gave up a small piece of territory.

Who would have thought that now I would see it as my last resort?

The pursuers were still inevitably pulling closer, and the flies were still hovering over my head.

I didn't meet the figure I was looking forward to until the next second!

Right next to me, a huge black shadow suddenly slammed into the sky!