The eagle's instincts told him that the male ant was suspicious of the fleeing ant in the dense vegetation.

He drove his mount and followed the male high in the air.

The male ant was seen disappearing under the dense blades of grass, apparently using vegetation to hide from threats from the sky. This caused some trouble for the Flyhawk, but fortunately he had good eyesight and a fast mount, so he could search repeatedly so that he would not lose it.

This kind of escape method against aerial reconnaissance is not used by ordinary male ants. Most males flee blindly with their subordinates, often ignoring the threat of flying knights.

After all, the Flying Knights are not directly involved in the battle, and some males who have not fought against the Divine Envoy King's legion for a long time often ignore the horrors of the Flying Knights.

But this cunning male ant was obviously not among them, he knew how terrible the flying knight was, and he was trying his best to avoid the flying knight's attention.

But the more this is the case, the more suspicious it becomes. Maybe the other party is the old-fashioned king?

But the Flyhawk was a little skeptical of his own judgment, and there was no male ant of great importance like the one on the ground, and only two or three followers followed.

The males were accustomed to hugging each other, and the lowest squad commander also had fifty subordinates, at least a whole squad fleeing for their lives.

But no matter how much the Flyhawk confirmed, he could only see at most three soldier ants next to the male. Of course, in order not to lose his target, he couldn't probe a larger area.

Maybe it was the squad commander who was routed in the battle, and there were only a few remnants left around him? The Fly Eagle thinks this is the most plausible explanation, but the Eagle instinct always tells him that this is a big bug (an important target).

- I'm the dividing line -

On the ground, a male ant is speeding up.

The dragon eagle guessed correctly, the male ant on the ground was the old king himself.

Just when the eagle hesitated, the old-fashioned king's heart was already hanging high.

Even though the Flyhawk controlled the height, and with the view of the Old-fashioned King on the ground, which was often obstructed by the blades, he did not see the Flyhawk and its wingmen.

But the sound of the dense flies flapping their wings told the old-fashioned king that the enemy was coming, in the sky, not far from him.

Unlike the other males, in many field battles with the evil Divine Envoy King's minions, as well as previous exchanges with the main nest and other kings who are familiar with the tactics of the Divine Envoy King's minions, the Old-fashioned King clearly understands the horrors of these fly-riding enemies.

He doesn't confuse the "buzzing" above his head with a distant "buzzing", nor does he mistake it for a passing insect. By constantly changing the direction of progress, but always hearing the sound of flies flapping their wings overhead, the old-fashioned king clearly knew that he was being targeted.

He was puzzled, how did the other party target him? In order to avoid being noticed when escaping, he has taken many measures, such as always moving under the cover of dense vegetation, and for this reason, he does not hesitate to take a detour, such as being followed by only a few guards.

But even so, he was still targeted, which made the old-fashioned king feel frustrated, maybe the minions of the god envoy king could also get the divine will, and he could not escape the pursuit of the "divine will".

But the old-fashioned king is not a male ant who gives up easily, otherwise he would not have been defeated again and again. He believed that as long as he lived, he would eventually defeat the evil Divine Envoy King and his minions.

- I'm the dividing line -

Just as the flyhawk hesitated, he noticed that the male ant had stopped.

Perhaps tired, the male ant hid in the shade of the canopy of a mushroom, motionless as if resting.

If it weren't for the eagle keeping a close eye in this direction, waiting until the male ant was still, the dark brown carapace would hide in the shadows, and it would be difficult to spot from a distance.

The three soldier ants beside him were hiding in the shadow of the rotten wood next to him, and they were also still lurking, and there was a very dense grass next to the rotten wood.

The Flyhawk summed it up and thought it was an opportunity.

So he circled three times in place, telling his wingman to prepare for battle.

Flying knights are unable to communicate in the air using antennae and scent signals, so they can easily communicate through aerial dances similar to those of bees.

Receiving the order of the Flyhawk, the two wingmen untied the slings and spears tied to their mounts, took them in their hands, and prepared to fight.

Although the main task of the Flying Knights was reconnaissance, they were also trained in combat, equipped with slings and spears as weapons.

The males don't like to fight in person, and the flying knights are also very resistant to combat training on weekdays, but under the pressure of the Divine Envoy King, the flying knights are the most trained and the most capable of individual combat.

In fact, thanks to the huge body of the male ants, which is second only to the queen ant in the same race, even if their large jaws are smaller than that of soldier ants, the overall combat effectiveness will not be lost to ordinary soldier ants. It's just that the only time the males are aggressive is during the wedding ceremony, and the other times the males are very resistant to fighting.

The Flyhawk was still very prestigious among the flying knights, and after he gave the order to fight, the wingmen did not hesitate to raise their weapons.

With a piercing sound of wings, the three flying knights drove their mounts and dived down at high speed, aiming at the three enemy soldiers hiding on the rotten wood.

In the air, the flying knights dropped three stone projectiles, but they were not accurate at all, and only crackled on the rotten wood around the enemy, startling the enemy.

Before the frightened enemy could react, he was stabbed in the heart by the spear of the flying knight who swooped down.

The flying knights made a graceful arc and flew into the sky again, but the spears in their hands were gone, and they nailed their targets firmly to the rotten wood.

The impaled enemy soldiers struggled in vain, unable to pull themselves out, whether they were stabbed or not, and completely lost their threat.

Hit with one hit, this is a skill that the Flying Knights have been training for a long time under the leadership of the Fly Eagle, and their original goal was to threaten their wasps and other fierce insects in the air, but now they are also easy to use against enemies on the ground.

The male ant was visibly startled by the battle of the lightning and flint that was just so close, and when he found that his guards had been eliminated, he immediately left the mushroom shadow and tried to escape into the grass.

But before he could hide in the grass, the flyhawk had already landed in front of him.

The three flying knights landed, untied the ant silk that bound their hind limbs, and jumped to the ground, pointing a slingling or spare spear at the target male.

With the haughty posture of a victor, the eagle walked towards the male ant, wanting to see if it was the old king whom the great god king wanted to get rid of.

The target male ant stopped, unusually calmly watching the flyhawk approach.