The sudden raindrop disrupted the plan of the big killer hand ant, and bought Rolling Duo a second or two to survive. However, now the fierce hand ant decided to kill Roll immediately, and then quickly find a place to hide from the rain.

Her claws tightened again, firmly clamping her rolling neck, ready to behead him! And all the struggles and resistance of rolling seem meaningless at the moment.

and not die. I don't know why he was so lucky.

A huge drop of rain accurately smashed on the fighting fierce hand ants and rollers. The tremendous force of the impact immediately sent the rolling to the side.

Escaping death, he immediately turned back to look for the enemy, beware of the other party rushing over and biting his neck again.

However, this fierce hand ant was very unlucky, because she was lying on her back, so she was directly hit by the heavy raindrops falling from the sky, and fainted instantly.

Then, because of the unfortunate ant's buffer, the big raindrop did not splash into small droplets after hitting the ground, but bounced up as a whole, rolled twice on the mud floor, occupied the mud and sand, and rolled onto a semi-rotten fallen leaf, which was not directly sucked dry like other raindrops that fell on the soil due to the good water insulation of the leaves.

This fierce hand ant was not only unlucky enough to be stunned by the raindrops, but also missed the best opportunity to kill the roll. To make matters worse, her body was bouncing and rolling around the huge raindrops, moving together to the leaves. The droplets didn't disappear, and because of the large amount of dirt mixed in the droplets, the grease on the surface of the killer's handmade ant didn't help her float to the surface of the droplets.

The suffocation sensation of the blocked trachea woke the unconscious fierce hand ant, and she instinctively struggled to get up, paddling her arthrops, trying to swim forward to swim out of the water droplets and breathe a breath of fresh air.

She was on the verge of success, and although the sheer amount of dirt and gravel in the droplets made every swim very laborious, she slowly approached the edge of the droplets. Her palate had pierced the outer film of the droplets, and her head had already drilled out and been in contact with the outside air.

It's almost fast, swim two more steps, and the abdomen will come out, and then clean up the water stains on the body, and the stomata can breathe freely again. At this time, this fierce hand ant has forgotten her mission, and her goal - to get out. She has a high level of intelligence and an unusual fear of death, and the intense pain of suffocation makes her scramble.

But Roll didn't forget him, Roll soon found the trace of the enemy, and after the head of the big murderer hand ant poked out the raindrops that had turned into mud droplets, Roll found that the enemy was actually not far from him.

Rolling in front of the big fierce hand ant whose head and neck had already poked out of the water, at this moment a pair of her forelimbs had also crawled out and hit the ground, and was about to crawl forward with all her strength, freeing her entire body from the tension of the water film.

Then she also saw the roll that suddenly came to her, and for a moment she felt despair, fear, and anger.

This defeated of her subordinates actually took advantage of her most vulnerable opportunity at this moment to sneak attack! How can this be! How can this be! Why can't you just wait to be killed by me!

He didn't know the other party's psychology at the moment, he only knew that this fierce hand ant wanted to kill him in the first place, so he wouldn't have any mercy.

Roll clamped the upper side of the opponent's skull with the upper side of the palate, avoiding the chelates of the opponent's palate, which had a strong bite. Then he pushed her back into the droplets. Since my strength is not enough to kill you, let the water put an end to you!

Rolling is a six-legged force, while the big fierce manual ant only has two front legs outside the water droplets to exert force, and it can't resist the push of rolling at all. The fierce handmade ants struggled desperately, and were inexorably pushed into the water droplets. Rolling's head also burrowed into the droplets, firmly holding the enemy inside the droplets. The ant's stomata are in the abdomen, so he can still breathe normally, while his opponent has been starved of oxygen for a long time.

Now that the strength and weakness have been reversed, the struggle of the Great Fierce Hand Ant is getting weaker and weaker, and she is completely powerless to resist the suppression of Rolling. It's like a tug-of-war between a person swimming in the water and a person standing on the shore, and the person in the water can't win anyway because it's hard to exert force in the water.

The raindrops around them became more and more dense, but these raindrops tacitly avoided the pair of ants fighting on the ground, as if they intended to leave a fair ring for them.

No, that's not fair, otherwise it wouldn't have forced a group of opponents who had already been separated and put one of them in a desperate situation. It can only be said that Rain is an eccentric referee.

He didn't let her go until he was sure that the enemy was completely no longer struggling, and after waiting a little longer, he saw the fierce hand ant floating weakly in the droplets, obviously dead and unable to die anymore. Only then did he relax and withdraw from the water droplets.

The rain is getting heavier, and although the rain curtain is not dense enough to be seamless, the roll is already feeling the danger. Can't stay on the ground anymore. He looked around and chose the direction of a recent giant black shadow. Such a tall black shadow, either a tree or a stone, there will always be a place to shelter these little ants.

The protagonist's eyesight is better, and even in the midst of the night rainstorm, he recognizes it as a pine tree, the only tree in a radius of tens of meters in the vicinity.

Rolling spread his six legs and struggled to climb the tree, this time he seemed to have exhausted all his luck. First, as he climbed over a leaf, a drop of rain slammed down on the leaf, and the leaf shook like a heavily beaten drum, and a huge force threw the roll out and smashed it into the mud.

He got up and shook his head, bothering to wipe the stains on his body, raised his head again to confirm the direction of progress, and continued to run quickly.

Successive raindrops continued to fall on the side, and several times the roll was hit by splashing water droplets, but fortunately it was not harmed.

Seeing that the tree was getting closer and closer, Rolling could already see the branches of the tree and the thick canopy, but a small stream of rain gathered blocked the way of Roll, which was the water flow formed by the continuous dripping rain from the leaves in the ravine next to the tree, mercilessly separating Rolling from the big tree that was enough to survive.

The stream is narrow, less than a decimeter wide, and if it is a cricket or locust with excellent bouncing power, it can jump over it with a kick of its legs, but it is a pity that it is only a small ant. This width of water is as impassable as a moat.

The raindrops became more and more dense, and the wind became fierce, rolling and hovering by the water, maybe the next second he would be knocked out by the rain, and then quietly washed away by the current, drowning in the wilderness in obscurity.