The king is at the end of the road, and the strongholds of the plains are facing difficulties.

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Brokenblade wasn't an ordinary Plains Stalker, at least as it thought it was.

In this era, few creatures dared to ignore the presence of plain hunters on the plains and even in some sparse woods. A giant creature that survived the early Epoch to this day, this creature that looks like an oversized bug undoubtedly has tonnage weight and terrifying muscular strength, and when they run, it resembles a heavy tank.

No creature knows how the Plains Stalkers survived that global mass extinction, but they did eventually become the great tyrants of the Plains today. This extremely powerful predator has eight appendages that are completely different from other insects, two pairs of feet with massive muscles attached, and a pair of sharp, elongated bladed limbs. If necessary, they are even able to run wildly on the plain for more than a kilometer at a speed close to two hundred kilometers per hour. This is probably thanks to the expansion and contraction of external air sacs on the surface of the outer carapace, a unique organ that can in some sense be called an external lung, which provides additional oxygen reserves for intense exercise, and even helps the heart become a source of blood circulation in their body.

The word mighty seems to have been used to describe the creature by nature, with few obvious weaknesses other than the fragile airsacs and head, and its powerful muscles combined with the insect-like exoskeleton hydraulics allow its stiff blades to directly cleave the herbivore's bones, or even cut off the head entirely.

Of course, nature is also fair, and the great power also greatly increases their food consumption, and the power of the mitochondria that overdraws the cells like insects greatly reduces the lifespan of the plains hunters, who usually do not live more than ten years at most at the age of three.

It's not all due to aging, although there are some of these factors, but most Plains hunters will suddenly die one day due to heart failure or lack of oxygen supply to the external air bag. It's all a long-term problem, but they don't really care, they just live by guarding their territory.

Of course, it doesn't make much sense to say so much, to spend a peaceful life hunting in their own divided territory, leisurely waiting for the day when they will die suddenly and unexpectedly after old age and decay, or die of starvation due to inability to hunt, this refers to the ordinary life of most plains hunters, just a very ordinary continuous cycle.

As I've said before, Brokenblade isn't just an ordinary Plains Stalker, at least that's what he's always thought.

No one knew why, perhaps it was a fertilized egg lying quietly in its mother's hatching bag when it was radiated by some unknown passing cosmic rays, and in short, to the other plains stalkers, the idea of a broken blade was always so strange that it was hard to guess. Finally one day, it had already lived independently and even occupied a high-quality territory, and its brain had a convulsion inexplicably, and suddenly made a decision: to travel around the world.

This is not a good idea from a survival point of view, and the reason why many large carnivores look lazy all day long is not because they really don't want to move, but because they save energy for their large size, if a plains stalker spends all day wandering...... Even if you don't sprint, you will inevitably consume a lot of energy.

However, the Broken Blade was not just a pipe dream, it even left its territory and embarked on a journey directly on the same day, without the slightest hint of nostalgia. From its own point of view, it was a noble pursuit with lofty ideals, and from the point of view of other Plains stalkers, this fellow's convulsions would kill it sooner or later.

Of course, weirdness doesn't mean stupidity, and Broken Blade's journey didn't choose to walk north. On the one hand, I have heard that there are some powerful creatures in the north that are too terrifying to fight, and can even easily cut down a plains stalker, but on the other hand, it itself is not adapted to the increasingly cold climate, not to mention that food in the north must be scarce.

It chose to continue deeper into the western part of the prairie, and naturally it would not be peaceful along the way, and after various "cordial" exchanges with the lords passing through the territory, it was difficult to obtain barely enough food to satisfy its stomach. This did not make it regret it, but on the contrary, it was more convinced that its choice was correct, and if in a few years, after the gradual decline of its physical functions, it would not have its current combat effectiveness, then it would be even more impossible.

However, in the last few days, perhaps the good fortune has run out, and the days of the broken blade have been a little worse. When it tried to capture a pair of electric gallops as food, it was unexpectedly swept directly through its body by the other party's electric current, this paralyzing feeling was not blocked by the hard carapace, but penetrated into the respiratory system and heart, causing it to have to stop the pace of movement to reduce the pressure on the heart, and when it wanted to rest against an unknown tree, the ordinary-looking tree actually stretched out countless tiny spikes on the surface of the bark, directly piercing its defenseless external air bag, By the time it struggled to break free, it had already been battered.

It's not an irreparable wound, but it means that it won't be able to do any more intense exercise for a while. So Broken Blade was worried about how to attract females from the wounds left on the airbags, and at the same time came to a strange place on the plain...... It was an unidentified thing that was held up in the air by countless strips, as bloated as a potato, and many slender objects swaying in the wind dangled from underneath it. In fact, the animals that live in the native grasslands often come under these strange objects, which seem to be some kind of plants, and secrete a mixture of water and sugar from the ends of the drooping vines to attract creatures, which is an irresistible and fatal temptation for the animals of the grasslands, and they would rather risk their lives to come.

Brokenblade arrives, looking for a possible opportunity to hunt.

It wasn't worried about what the plant would do to it, as it was obviously too large to deal with by ordinary carnivorous plants, and since its damaged airbags were unable to sprint quickly, it could only temporarily target some small prey that were easy to reach, and it was likely to spot them while waiting.

But Broken Blade soon realized that it had thought things too simply. These wild animals are not raised in zoos, and even when they suck on the ends of their rattans to draw water, they are always aware of the wind and grass around them...... What's more, with the size of the Plains Stalker, it is impossible to hide themselves at all, and they usually do not hide themselves at all, but rely on the speed of sprinting to forcibly catch their prey, but now this is an Achilles' heel.

Unless it runs the risk of suffocating from lack of oxygen, Broken Blade is now unable to outrun even an aged Sunburst, a sad conclusion it has come to after trying, and reality is a good indication of why none of the Plains Stalkers with injured airbags will survive for long.

Instead of giving up, it tried to hide its body behind the countless strips that held the potato-like object, peering through the cracks at all the creatures that came here, and at this point, it saw that new creatures were approaching it...... Yes, it has seen the same kind of creatures, those who will scream in horror and run away after seeing the plains stalkers, and it is said that their necks are fragile enough to be easily cut off and cut off with their bladed limbs, and the taste is crunchy~

Brokenblade gave a twisted smile that it considered extremely evil, it couldn't wait for a big meal, and the heavens didn't abandon it......

……

There was still a distance of more than 100 meters from the unknown plant in front of her, Mu Xue stopped moving forward, looked at the scene in front of her, and couldn't help but show a somewhat strange expression: "Xinglan, what is the situation?" ”

“…… I don't know. Xing Lan, who had always been calm, also had a strange expression at this time, as if she had seen something incredible, she tangled to confirm that her optical sensor was not wrong, and then said with some hesitation: "Probably crazy...... This is the first time I've encountered this kind of thing. ”

Mu Xue's eyes have been changing rapidly, from shock to curiosity at the beginning, and finally tangled for a while, and then turned into a pitying gaze: "It doesn't really think that others can't find out about its existence, right?" ”

A giant insect several meters tall and weighing absolutely tonnage, its powerful combat power could be seen from the pair of bladed limbs that shimmered with cold light, but it was such an opponent who seemed to be terrifying, at this time, it was hiding behind a pile of dense wooden strips that were no thicker than five centimeters, carefully shrinking its body to hide.

So do you know that although the pile of stuff is dense, it can't completely cover your huge body!

Mu Xue writes mercy at this time, reading as May God bless wisdom. The barrier's gaze was fixed on the giant insect hiding behind the plant, and what was even more interesting was that the big guy in front of him obviously didn't realize that he had been completely exposed, and it was even drooling while watching Mu Xue......

It's not a good experience to be stared at and drooling, let alone being stared at by a plains stalker, but frankly speaking, it's the first time in more than ten years that Mu Xue has encountered a predator with such bad hidden technology, and this kind of funny component even overwhelms the fear of it.

"Don't panic, it's definitely injured because it's like this." Xinglan suddenly noticed an airbag on the shell of the Broken Blade that was still bleeding, and directly exposed its condition, "Otherwise, it will not try to hide itself, because otherwise it will definitely not be able to catch you." ”

"That's ......" Mu Xue stared thoughtfully at the plain stalker not far away, and she had even heard the other party's heavy gasps.

"Do you want to leave? It shouldn't have the ability to catch up with you anymore. ”

“…… No. Mu Xue laughed slyly, the crescent-shaped silver-white pupils faintly reflected the embarrassed appearance of the broken blade, she took a deep breath, "Why do you want to leave?" We move on. ”

(Thanks to "Jimo Suidove" for providing the plain stalker setting and the dragon set character of Broken Blade~)