Wen Zilong was a little strange when he saw the group of more than 50 natives.

How can there be humans in the heart of this forest?

And what made him most strange was that all of these humans were making some strange moves at this time.

They jumped up and down, scratching their ears and cheeks.

From time to time, he patted his body with his hands.

The slap snapped.

Wen Zilong felt pain when he heard that voice.

It looks like they're doing some kind of weird dance.

Their mouths make strange noises.

"Oh-"

"Ahh

"Uh-"

It sounds like an indigenous song is being sung.

But this dance is also too weird.

Where is dancing, it's just crazy.

It's also hard to hear.

Where is the singing, it's obviously screaming.

He looked at it carefully for a moment through the perspective of the carved one.

Only then did I realize that it was not a dance at all.

It turned out that there was a swarm of ants chasing them.

These ants are very large.

Some even reach three centimeters long.

These ants chase these humans, constantly climbing up their bodies.

Bite them down.

With each bite, the humans let out a scream.

"Oh-"

"Ahh

"Uh-"

It looks like this ant bites a lot of pain.

But this is not the most surprising to Wen Zilong.

What surprised him the most was that the ants that climbed on these people were only a small part.

There was also a large group of ants, which were being pursued from the rear.

These ants crushed a swarm of black and surged forward like a flood.

Towards the human covering.

Of course, the speed of these ants is not as fast as that of humans.

However, what shocked Wen Zilong was that five hundred meters in front of these humans, there were already large swaths of ants, ready to form and waiting for those humans.

"These guys, they will intercept it in advance?!"

Lay out in advance and do a good job of ambushing.

And the ants in the back, like a tide, are driving humans into the ambush in front.

Seeing this, Wen Zilong gasped.

These guys, their IQ is too high, right?

At the same time, he also remembered that he had watched some science and education films before.

This kind of ants with a clear division of labor and working together seem to be called marching ants.

He hurriedly checked Du Niang in his mind.

Marching ants, also known as legionnaires.

They like to live in groups, and an ant colony usually has one or two million individuals.

Unlike regular ants, they do not build nests.

Their lives are spent in constant migration.

In the process of migration, they find prey, hunt together, and eat it.

Then continue the migration.

In general, they hunt some insects.

However, if they come across the carcasses of large animals, they will not let them go.

Normally, they do not hunt large living creatures.

But there are special cases.

If they attack a large living creature, it will be terrifying.

They will attack the large living creature one after the other until it dies.

Then the remaining marching ants, which will climb up the carcasses of large animals, will devour them.

A large half-ton animal will be eaten by the entire ant colony in just half an hour, leaving only a complete skeleton.

Not even a shred of blood remained.

Seeing the horror of this kind of thing, Wen Zilong felt a little creepy.

If you are just an ordinary eight-meter-long crocodile, you will have to hang 100% if you fight with these marching ants.

At this time, the more than 50 natives had already seen the marching ants blocking the road in front of them.

One by one, they were horrified.

In the midst of the panic, one of the natives, who looked older, pointed in the direction of the river and let out a roar.

The others hesitated and did not rush over immediately.

Because they know that over there is the territory of Vajra.

If they anger King Kong, their entire clan will not be able to escape the catastrophe.

But if you don't pass now, you have to die here now.

Therefore, after hesitating for a moment, they immediately fled quickly towards the other side of the river under the leadership of the patriarch.

Behind them, the marching ants followed suit.

Soon, the natives came to the edge of the river.

After a slight hesitation, they followed the patriarch and jumped over the two-meter-wide river.

The marching ants came to the bank of the river.

They didn't stop as Wen Zilong expected.

Rather, it accumulates and stretches across the river.

Although thousands of ants were swept away by the river during this period.

But the sacrifice of the individual, in their view, is insignificant.

They continued to move forward and accumulate towards the other side of the river.

Eventually, a two-meter-long ant bridge was formed.

The other marching ants quickly crawled along the bridge towards the opposite bank.

When the Wagnians saw it, they were all terrified.

The jungle here is getting denser and denser, making it difficult for even humans to get through.

The marching ants, however, seemed unaffected by anything, rapidly closing the distance between them and humans.

Like this, when two species attack each other, Wen Zilong is generally too lazy to pay attention to it.

As long as you don't disturb him, you can kill as much as you like.

However, at this time, he considered that since these humans lived in this jungle, they should know more about this place.

This should be beneficial to yourself.

So he went down the river and swam after the men.

While swimming, he sighed secretly: "Alas, there is no way, bravely save the children who fell into the water and save the women who have lost their footing." Helping my grandmother cross the road, this is my crocodile god's vocation. ”

Those natives are also relatively smart.

They watched as the woods grew denser and denser, and the marching ants behind them got closer and closer.

They can't escape.

So they turned a corner and came to the lower reaches of the river.

Then continue to jump over the river and escape.

As a result, the marching ants, which were about to catch up with them, had to rebuild the ant bridge.

And building an ant bridge is a waste of time.

The natives had some respite.

They don't have much respite, though.

Because the marching ants who hadn't had time to cross the ant bridge before chased after them again.

At the same time, another group of marching ants flanked them along the lower reaches of the river.

When they saw the marching ants outflanked, they opened their mouths in horror one by one.

Speaks some language that Wen Zilong doesn't understand.

Their language is not the same as the language of Gwanya.

However, from their panicked expressions and desperate eyes, it can be seen how frightened they really are in their hearts.

At this time, the encirclement of the ant colony is getting smaller and smaller.

And those people were tightly huddled together.

They could already foresee that in more than half an hour, they would be a pile of bones.

They were supposed to be hunting today.

As a result, they accidentally stepped on the eggs of some marching ants - such a low-level mistake, they rarely make. But today it was committed.

As a result, the marching ants chased after them as if they were dying.

Of the more than 50 of them, none of them could escape.

And this race, which they have inherited for thousands of years, is going extinct today.

Thinking of this, many people even burst into tears.

The patriarch sighed even more desperately.

However, at this moment, in the river not far from them.

Whoop -

There was a sound of water.

An eight-meter-long giant crocodile suddenly appeared.