"Oops, they found us ......"

A young native's face turned pale, his eyes were full of fear, and his whole body trembled as he spoke.

"Run!" Someone shouted.

The seven young natives hurriedly put down their prey, turned around and ran towards the mountain wall outside Stonehenge.

Eight ghost-striped soldier ants swooped out of the grass, their sharp hard armor slicing through the blades of grass, and they crawled much faster than the young natives could run.

The young natives stepped on the gravel between the mountain walls and ran halfway up the mountainside, and only by running halfway up the mountain and burrowing into the dense thorny stone pillars could they escape the ghostly soldiers.

Seeing the ghost-patterned soldier ants getting closer and closer behind him, one of the most experienced young natives immediately shouted strangely:

"We have to be separated, or no one will want to live."

He deliberately shouted, "Don't run to the tribe, don't lure these damn red ants home." ”

Probably trying to lure all the ghost-patterned soldiers and ants behind.

These young natives immediately scattered, several young people ran separately, and the ghost pattern soldier ants behind also chased these young natives separately, the weapons in their hands could not break through the armor of the ghost pattern soldier ants, and they had no chance of winning in the face of such a monster.

Luckily, they are very familiar with the mountains in this area, and they are not slow to run and climb.

The other young natives ran away in a blink of an eye, and only the youngest native, who followed behind the most experienced young native, the two of them panted to a cliff, and behind them, two ghost-patterned soldier ants with dark red bodies spread their sharp tentacles, constantly approaching the two young natives.

The older young native stretched out his hand to block the younger young native behind him, and said with a look of remorse and self-reproach: "I regret it a little, I shouldn't have taken everyone to hunt those three ghost pattern worker ants. ”

Although he was actually scared to death, he couldn't help but tremble when he spoke.

The young native who was a little bit looked at the ghost-patterned soldier ant in front of him with a desperate expression, and the disgusting mouthparts under the giant pincers kept opening and closing. My legs were a little weak, and I tripped over a stone when I was back. The strand sat on the ground.

Thinking that it was the natives who took the lead in attacking, their bodies also catapulted forward, and the moment they touched the pincers forward, they cut off the arms of the older young natives along with the tattered iron knives.

The heart-rending screams rang out far away, and the older young native, determined to save his companion, howled in pain and pounced on the ghost-patterned soldier ant, whose body was cut off by the ant's open tentacles, blood splattered, and the colorful internal organs in the cavity flowed to the ground.

The younger young native, completely losing the courage to fight and flee, sat on the ground trembling, his eyes hollow as he watched as the two soldiers tore their brother to shreds in an instant.

At the moment when he closed his eyes and waited for death, several hardwood-clad and iron-clad spears flew down in front of the ghost-patterned soldier ants.

A group of tribal warriors arrived from halfway up the mountainside and threw hardwood flying spears with the tips of their spears, forcing the ghost ant back, and then several arrows flew in, piercing the compound eyes of the ghost soldier ant with precision.

The wounded ghost-patterned ant hissed in a vertiginous 'hiss' and spewed a stream of putrid liquid at the young native.

The young native only felt that his body was being picked up, and the scenery around him became confused, and then he was placed next to the rock wall, and the person who saved him was Uncle Anta, the warrior of the tribe.

He is the most experienced hunter in the tribe, and his thick beard makes him look very fierce.

"Little Suen, stand up, you are the child of the God of Hunting, you can't be so small......"

After speaking, he shoved a bloodstained iron knife into his hand, and said:

"No matter what adversity you face, don't forget to raise your weapon."

At this time, more indigenous warriors appeared next to the surrounding rocks.

The young native's eyes were a little glazed, probably stupefied by the bloody scene in front of him.

A dozen or so natives rushed towards the two ghost-patterned soldiers, their weapons much better than the iron knives in the hands of the young natives, many of them with heavy axes and hardwood bows behind them.

After some fighting, the four indigenous warriors were injured and cut off the heads of the two ghost-patterned soldiers.

An indigenous warrior used an axe to cut open the hard skull of the ghost-patterned soldier ant, pouted and fished out a handful of brain marrow from it, and said vaguely, "I heard that the meat of this big creature is very chewy......"

Several other native warriors also came together, but before everyone could begin to share in the joy of victory, Uncle Anta shouted:

"Don't get complacent too soon, I'm afraid we're in big trouble."

Everyone followed his gaze and looked at the mountain wall, two giant ghost pattern soldier ants with more than a hundred ghost pattern soldier ants had appeared in their field of vision, and those ghost pattern soldier ants had obviously spotted them, and their climbing speed was significantly accelerated.

A group of ghost-patterned soldier ants quickly surrounded them.

These indigenous warriors joined the battle one after another, and the ghost-patterned soldier ants relied on the hard armor skin on their bodies, and the indigenous warriors continued to fall injured.

Uncle Anta and several indigenous warriors stood in front of the giant ghost-patterned soldier ant, but the wooden weapon in their hands had no effect on the giant ghost-patterned soldier ant at all.

In a short time, nearly half of the native warriors were gone.

The giant ghost-patterned soldier ant opened its tentacles and bit off Uncle Anta's wooden spear.

Just as it was about to kill the native warrior, a group of cavalry and two thunder rhinos appeared at the foot of the mountain, and at the same time a giant crossbow arrow whizzed towards it, and the giant ghost-patterned soldier ant already felt the danger, and it turned its head a little awkwardly.

The shadows reflected in the countless compound eyes were all giant crossbow arrows that came at a gallop.

'Poof......'

The bolt passed through the body of the giant ghost-patterned soldier ant, pinning it firmly to the mountain wall.

At the same time, Surdak led a group of cavalry along the hillside and rushed towards the ghostly soldiers.

In an instant, a group of cavalry slaughtered these ghost-patterned soldiers.

These indigenous warriors did not expect that the person who saved them would be a group of cavalry of the Grimm Empire, and just over a month ago, there were often some clashes between the two sides in the area of the boundary monument in the hills and mountains.

Several indigenous warriors took the opportunity to help their wounded companions up and began to silently treat their wounds.

With a single sword, Surdak cut off the head of the giant ghost-patterned soldier ant, then carried it in his hand, then jumped off his horse, strode over to several wounded native warriors standing next to the mountain wall, nodded to them kindly, and then said, "Sorry, we're a little late......

Several of the indigenous warriors looked at Surdak blankly, apparently unable to understand what he was saying.

However, for Surdak to help clear the siege, the indigenous warriors also expressed their gratitude.

It's a pity that Aung San didn't come with him this time, and there was a big problem in communication between the two sides, but these indigenous warriors were really enthusiastic, and after cleaning up the battlefield, they took the initiative to bring Surdak and the cavalry back to their hiding place.

The patriarch of the indigenous tribe was also the first to welcome out......