I retracted my forelimbs that had pushed aside the blades of grass, which once again blocked our view from the rotting dung beetle.

But the smell can't be stopped, and with the stench of the breeze ticket, it comes to us in bursts, with a disgusting irritation.

However, we can only endure it for the time being, and remain motionless. In addition to exhaustion, but also because of the sound of dense wings flapping again, from far and near.

The flies are coming!

We prostrate ourselves, hide in the shadows of the vegetation, and pray to God once again that we will not be discovered.

At this moment, I had doubts about God, doubts that I should not have.

From the moment the pupae break, the members of the tribe would constantly tell me about the existence of the gods while communicating.

Successful hunting is God's blessing, and hunting failure is not blessed by God; Tribes prosper because they are favored by God, and tribes decline because they anger God.

God is in control of everything, the sky, the land, the trees, and the creatures, all actions and all results.

But what is God like?

It occurred to me that I had a thought that had rarely occurred before.

Indoctrinated by the tribesmen, I used to think that God was just like us, a scythe hunter.

However, when I heard that God was so powerful that no matter how many strong warriors swarmed her, I imagined that God must have the size of a stag armor, the scythe of a praying mantis, and the poisonous tail of a scorpion, and that she could spin like a spider, fly like a dragonfly, and bounce stronger than a locust. In this way, God can be strong enough.

Now, mighty god, are you still protecting us?

If you protect us, why is this valley and the whole hill being ravaged by outsiders, why are the minions of evil gods and depraved people still popping up one after another, and why is our people so badly damaged?

The facts quickly told me the answer.

The dense flapping of wings was getting closer and closer, and seemed to be approaching us, and my mood was getting more and more nervous - was it discovered!?

It can't be, we are hiding well, and when we look up, we can only see the leaves of various plants mixed together, perfectly covering the sky.

I can't see anything, and I don't think a fly flying in the air can spot us.

However, the flapping of wings did approach, and it sounded like it was approaching in a straight line.

Just as I was in my trepidation, the blades of grass beside me shook violently as if they had been blown away by the wind, and I saw the stench of dung beetle carcass, and a fly, a fly riding on its back.

The moment the fly landed on the dung beetle's corpse, I realized the problem: the fly wasn't coming for us, it was targeting the dung beetle's rotting corpse, the pungent smell of the corpse.

(Digression: flies have an unusually sensitive sense of smell, with more than 3,500 olfactory organ receptors distributed on the antennae of the horse, and an ordinary housefly can recognize 30,000 chemical odors.) As a result, flies can smell even stench wafting from up to 50 kilometres away. And the flying knights under the command of the protagonist, although they can ride flies, these flies are not completely domesticated, but only semi-domesticated. As a result, the rider was unable to effectively control the horse's movements when the flies tried to feed on their own, which led to this "accidental encounter". ）

The outsiders on its back seem to be struggling to keep flies away from their food.

But at this moment, without the shade of the blades of grass, we saw each other.

I pounced on it at once, knowing that the fly and the outsiders on its back had to be subdued at the first opportunity, and that they could not be allowed to leave and attract their pursuers.

But it was a bit far, and with all my might, I would go over the barrier of the tallest blade of grass and fall towards the flies on the ground.

The fly also found itself under attack, and it decisively gave up its food, flapped its wings, and flew diagonally and quickly into the air, which made me sigh with amazement.

Exposed, the moment the flies fled, I realized something was wrong.

At the moment, I was in no mood to pay attention to the disgusting dung beetle carcass that was stained with rancid corpse fluid on its arthropods.

I ran back to the team and immediately moved with my teammates.

But in the sky, the fly had already begun to fly out of a complex trajectory that I don't know exactly meant, but it certainly had something to do with chasing us.

Soon, more flies began to be drawn to the top of our heads, and now there are a total of three flies tracking us.

This makes our escape path nowhere to hide, and if we move quickly, we can't hide our figures, and surveillance in the sky is almost everywhere. Even if we hide in the blind spot of the air vision, we don't dare to stay for a long time, and the pursuers behind will definitely arrive.

I could hear the sound of vegetation being trampled and rubbing behind me, a sound that only a large army could have heard. The sound was still far away, but it was no longer safe, and the pursuers were behind them.

The young queen ant is almost exhausted, her belly is almost dragged to the ground, her belly is bulging, trying to suck the air into her stomach (digression: the plot requires, some insects' respiratory organs have spontaneous breathing function), relieving the burning sensation in the body.

I felt bouts of despair as to why we had been so cautious and so cautious, but we were so tragically exposed because of a corpse; Why are we trying to survive, but even the last hope of the tribe is about to be powerless?

God, where are you, are you still protecting our people, are you still protecting our tribe!

Luckily, at this point, we got into a sorrel bush. The sorrel bushes are very low and dense, with three broad leaves intertwined with each other, which can effectively block the view from the air.

Although the stalks of the sorrel are intertwined with each other, causing us to be inconvenienced, it will be an even more difficult obstacle for the approaching pursuers.

Most importantly, when I climbed down a high rock, I noticed that this sorrel bush was very large, and we could use the cover of this grass to find any direction to move and get rid of the pursuers.

God is protecting us!

Soon, we were in the sorrel bushes and had traveled a considerable distance.

However, when we looked up, we could no longer see any of the sky, but the sound of flies flapping their wings still followed us, and there was no sign of leaving.

Why?

I struggled to figure out why I was still being tracked, when a stench that had been ignored was captured by the tentacles.

I looked down at my arthropods, which had previously been filled with dung beetle corpse fluid, and although it had been wiped dry on the way away, the smell lingered.

Damn, I see, it's this smell of me that exposes us!