The Great War is over, and even reluctance, no matter how reluctant it is, cannot change the fact that the "Holy Allies" have failed.

The coalition forces around me are collapsing, there is no longer a sound front or a complete organization, every tribe, every warrior is trying to escape, one mind to escape.

At this time, I no longer want to find my tribe, and I no longer dare to imagine the end of my broken legs and giants.

At this time, it is better to save your life first.

Standing on a small hill, I took one last look at the situation of the battlefield, and then I hurriedly ran in a direction.

We must thank the allies who are still fighting behind them, who did not abandon the dignity of their warriors when they saw that there was no hope of escape, and persevered in the battle with no chance of surviving, buying time for the other allies who fled.

But this escape time will not be too long, and I will seize this moment to live up to their sacrifice.

I quickly rushed down the hillside, aiming for a dense grass in the rear, and this valley was densely vegetated in most places, except for the decisive battle. As long as you can hide in it, the chances of escape will be greatly increased.

But halfway through, I was knocked over by a sudden "attack".

Thinking I had been attacked, I immediately rolled over and stood on guard, opening my jaws at the ants that had knocked me over.

But when I looked closer, it was an ant of my own kind—a scythe ant, the size of a giant or a hill warrior, who seemed to be unhappy that I was blocking her escape route, and opened her jaw wide at me.

Instead of being intimidated, I could see her weakness and cowardice in her bluffing. I didn't know the warrior or see her fight, but I knew that the warrior had a burly shell.

All the warriors who had gone through the fierce battle had scars and blood stains on their bodies, but this warrior had a bright carapace and no trace of participating in the battle except for some dust.

In other words, this warrior who looked like a sturdy warrior may have actually retreated without engaging the enemy at all.

I waved my jaws and tentacles at her without flinching.

Sure enough, the big man cowardly stepped back, and fled in the other direction with another warrior behind her, who was of normal size and also showed no signs of battle.

I didn't stop them, I knew there was an army of outsiders outflanking them in that direction, but I didn't like these two warriors, so let them see the blood.

I continued to flee towards my target's bushes, and halfway through, I heard the sound of a fight coming from the direction where the big man had fled, and then quickly stopped.

I don't have to guess, I also know that the big man and her henchmen are not going to end well. But that's what the battlefield is, do you think you can dodge bloody battles? No warrior can guarantee this.

Only by fighting desperately, and then with the blessing of God, coupled with a clear mind, can you survive from the battlefield.

The grass soon appeared in front of me, and although the fighting around me was getting closer, I felt a genuine sense of security as soon as I plunged into it—I was confident that I would be able to escape from this dense vegetation.

- I'm the dividing line -

That night, I spent the night under a rotten tree with silverfish.

The next day, when the sun rose, I had to flee again.

There are goddamn alien flies in the sky that are speeding by, and if spotted, they will hover over my head and draw enemies in.

I didn't expect the outsiders to be so desperate this time, and the chase lasted for a day and a night without stopping.

Last night, through the cracks in the rotten wood, I saw with my own eyes three fellow warriors sleeping under fallen leaves not far away, found and killed by the search party of the outsiders who operated at night.

The outsiders also searched the rotten wood where I was, but they were too few of them, and they left after a quick glance, and I was able to save the day.

It was daytime, and I heard sporadic chasing and fighting sounds nearby again, chased by flies.

So I went on the road cautiously again, trying to hide in the shadow of the leaves and grass, and avoid the flies that were everywhere.

On the way, I passed a nest of my kindred tribe that I knew and passed by on our way to the Holy Allies assembly site.

Now, it is in ruins, and the ground is littered with the corpses of our kindred.

The corpses were still fresh, the tribe had been attacked not long ago and had been slaughtered. Maybe last night, maybe it's early this morning, the forces of the outsiders have rushed ahead of me and wiped out this poor tribe.

Sensing the danger, I stopped my progress and climbed to the branch of a nearby tree to look around.

Sure enough, it wasn't long before a small army of outsiders passed under the trees, and they hurried south with disdain for the corpses of the nearby tribes.

They were the pursuing troops, but they were all focused on the ground, not aware that one of their targets was now hiding in the trees and watching them.

Also, at this time, most of my kindred, most of the former coalition soldiers, they must be trying to flee south, thinking that the faster and farther they escape, the safer they are.

But those damn flies can guide outsiders to catch up with them and kill them in the shortest shortcut.

I watched and listened carefully for a while before I climbed down and continued to escape.

Although there were flies in the sky during the day, I had to flee during the day. Once it is night, our eyesight is greatly affected, and outsiders are more accustomed to moving in the dark.

If you can't escape to safety during the day, it's bound to be even more dangerous at night.

I was cautious along the way, sometimes running fast, sometimes standing still to listen, sometimes hiding from trees, sometimes crouching under fallen stones.

Along the way, I managed to avoid several waves of enemy formations. These teams are not large, a team of ten or twenty outsiders. But in the flight and pursuit, the lone warrior is no match for the enemy of these squads, and it is difficult to avoid the dragnet search of the enemy's many squads.

It was finally getting dark, and by this time it dawned on me why there were traces of the enemy along the way, and there was no way to get rid of the enemy along the way - we were all habitually running along the valley, and the enemy was quickly pursuing along the narrow valley.

Tomorrow, will it be possible to hide in a nearby hill and wait for the limelight to pass before escaping back to the tribe?

I had a new idea, and after thinking about it, I felt that it was very feasible.

Survive tonight, do it tomorrow! I made up my mind.