A young native's face turned livid, his eyes were full of fear, and his whole body was shaking when he spoke.
"Run away!" someone shouted.
The seven young natives quickly put down their prey, turned around and ran towards the mountain wall outside Stonehenge.
Eight ghostly patterned soldier ants jumped out from the grass, their sharp hard armor cutting off the grass blades. Their crawling speed was much faster than the running speed of the young natives.
The young natives stepped on the gravel between the mountain walls and ran halfway up the mountain. Only by running halfway up the mountain and burrowing into the dense thorny stone pillars could they escape the pursuit of the ghost-marked soldier ants.
Seeing the ghost-patterned soldier ants getting closer and closer behind him, one of the most experienced young natives immediately screamed strangely:
"We have to separate, otherwise no one will survive."
He deliberately shouted loudly: "Don't run to the tribe, don't lure these damn red ants home."
Probably trying to attract those ghost-patterned soldier ants behind.
These young natives immediately dispersed. Several young people ran separately, and the ghost-striped soldier ants behind them also chased these young natives. The weapons in their hands could not break through the armor of the ghost-striped soldier ants. Facing such a monster, they
No chance of winning.
Fortunately, they were very familiar with the mountains in this area, and their running and climbing speed was not too slow.
The other young natives ran so quickly that they couldn't even see their shadows. Only the youngest native followed the most experienced young native. The two ran to a cliff out of breath, followed by two dark red ones.
The ghost-patterned soldier ants opened their sharp tentacles and kept approaching the two young natives.
The older young native stretched out his hand to block the smaller young native behind him, and said with regret and self-blame: "I regret a little, I shouldn't have led everyone to hunt those three ghost-striped worker ants."
Although he was actually scared to death and could not stop shaking when he spoke.
The smaller young native looked with despair at the ghost-striped soldier ant with its claws spread out in front of him. The disgusting mouthparts under the giant claws kept opening and closing. His legs were a little weak and he backed away.
When I was walking, I tripped over a stone and sat down on the ground.
The ghost-striped soldier ants thought it was the natives who were the first to attack, so their bodies also shot forward. The moment the claws protruded forward, they cut off the arms of the older, younger natives along with the tattered iron knives.
The heart-wrenching screams could be heard far away. The older young natives were determined to save their companions. Howling in pain, they pounced on the ghost-striped soldier ant, and their bodies were cut at the waist by the soldier ant's open tentacles.
, blood spattered, and the colorful internal organs in the cavity flowed all over the floor.
The smaller young native completely lost the courage to fight and escape, and sat on the ground shivering, staring blankly at the two soldier ants tearing his brother to pieces in an instant.
At the moment when he closed his eyes and waited for death, several hardwood-coated iron spears flew down in front of the ghost-patterned soldier ants.
A group of tribal warriors came from the mountainside and threw hardwood flying spears with iron tips to drive back the ghost-marked soldier ant. Then several arrows flew in and accurately shot through the ghost-marked soldier.
Ant's compound eyes.
The injured ghost-striped soldier ant made a dizzying hiss and sprayed a stream of acidic liquid towards the young native.
The young native felt that his body was being picked up, and the surrounding scenery became blurry. Then he was placed next to the rock wall. The person who rescued 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 Su En, stand up. You are a child of the God of Hunting. You can't be so timid..."
After saying that, he put an iron knife stained with blood into his hand and said again:
"No matter what adversity you are in, never forget to raise your weapons."
At this time, more indigenous warriors appeared next to the surrounding rocks.
The young native's eyes were a little dull, maybe he was frightened by the bloody scene in front of him.
More than a dozen indigenous warriors rushed towards the two ghost-patterned soldier ants. The weapons in their hands were much better than the iron knives in the hands of the young indigenous people. Many of them had a heavy ax in their hands and carried hardwood behind them.
bow.
After a struggle, four indigenous warriors were injured and cut off the heads of two ghostly patterned soldier ants.
An indigenous warrior used an ax to chop open the hard skull of a ghost-striped soldier ant, curled his lips and fished out a handful of brains. He said vaguely: "I heard that the meat of this big guy is very chewy...
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Several other indigenous warriors also came over, but before everyone started to share the joy of victory, Uncle Anta shouted:
"Don't get too proud too early, I'm afraid we'll be in big trouble."
Everyone followed his gaze and looked towards the mountain wall. Two giant ghost-patterned soldier ants and more than a hundred ghost-patterned soldier ants had appeared in their field of vision. Those ghost-patterned soldier ants had obviously discovered them. They were climbing quickly.
Significantly faster.
A group of ghost-striped soldier ants quickly surrounded him.
These indigenous warriors joined the battle one after another. With the hard armor of the ghost-patterned soldier ants, the indigenous warriors were constantly injured and fell down.
Uncle Anta and several indigenous warriors stood in front of the giant ghost-patterned soldier ant, but the wooden weapons in their hands had no effect on the giant ghost-patterned soldier ant.
After a while, nearly half of the indigenous warriors fell.
The giant ghost-patterned soldier ant opened its tentacles and bit Uncle Anta's wooden spear in one bite.
Just when it was about to kill this indigenous warrior, a group of cavalry and two thunder rhinos appeared at the foot of the mountain. At the same time, a giant crossbow flew over with a roar. The giant ghost-patterned soldier ant already felt the danger. It was a little
Turning his head awkwardly.
The shadows reflected in countless compound eyes are all of this giant crossbow arrow that is speeding towards me.
'puff……'
The crossbow arrow passed through the body of the giant ghost-patterned soldier ant and nailed it firmly to the mountain wall.
At the same time, Surdak led a group of cavalry along the hillside and rushed towards these ghostly patterned soldier ants.
In an instant, a group of cavalry slaughtered these ghost-patterned soldier ants.
These indigenous warriors did not expect that the people who saved them would actually be a group of Green Empire cavalry. Just over a month ago, there were frequent conflicts between the two sides at the boundary markers in the hilly and mountainous areas.
Several indigenous warriors took the opportunity to help their injured companions up and began to treat the wounds silently.
As Surdak chopped off the head of the giant ghost-patterned soldier ant with a sword, he then took it in his hand, jumped off the horse, and strode to several injured people standing next to the mountain wall.
In front of the indigenous warriors, he nodded friendly to them, and then said: "Sorry, we are a little late..."
Several indigenous warriors looked at Suldak blankly, obviously not understanding what he was talking about.
However, the indigenous warriors expressed their gratitude to Surdak for his help in relieving the siege.
It was a pity that Aung San did not come with him this time, and there was a big communication problem between the two sides. However, these indigenous warriors were really enthusiastic. After cleaning up the battlefield, they took the initiative to bring Surdak and the cavalry back to their hiding place.
The chief of the indigenous tribe also came out immediately...