The ants were in hot pursuit, and Muhadi ran wildly in the intricate corridors.
These corridors were covered with disgusting mucus and cobweb-like mucous membranes, and the teenager had to use a machete to clear the way while fleeing.
The corridor is curved, and there are many stone gates on both sides, some of which are wide open and some half-closed. Muhadi used his psychic perception to expand, and when he encountered a psionic noise, he whizzed past, and if there was almost no response, he rushed in.
One tunnel, another tunnel. It must have been completely deep underground, and there was almost no sunlight. On the previous journey, at least there was still time to put torches on the wall. Now, how can I take care of so much? I can only bite the bullet and move forward in the darkness. The only light source is the faint light emitted by some unknown luminous moss on the wall. .
Pushing open a stone door, Muhadi was shocked to find that this was a stone room with no other exit, and the ants behind him were about to chase after him.
How to do! The boy calmed down and thought quickly.
The stone room was almost empty except for some pieces of wooden furniture that had been decomposed and disintegrated. However, there are no traces of ants, and there is no mucous membrane like a spider's web.
Mohadi noticed that there was an opening about two feet square at the upper end of the stone chamber, and he did not know what it was for.
There was no time for hesitation, the ant tribe's pursuers had almost rushed behind him, and Muhadi could even feel the hunger radiating from those compound eyes.
The young man hurried across the room, the two Ant-Man followed closely behind him, the spear poked in the air, and more Ant-Man kept pouring into the room.
Muhadi jumped vigorously, reaching the opening with both hands, and then Ant-Man chased after him, constantly attacking with rough stone spears and stone axes.
He continued to fight back with his feet, while trying to climb into the narrow channel. With a puff, a spear stabbed him in the calf.
No time to cry out for pain, Muhadi endured the irritation from his calf and struggled to climb into the tube that was less than two feet square. Thanks to his psion training, the pain didn't slow him down one bit.
The ants formed a circle outside the pipe, but they were helpless. Due to their different body structures, they were not good at jumping and could not climb into this small pipe, so they could only widen their compound eyes and watch Muhadi escape.
There wasn't much sand in the pipe, but it was still narrow enough for him to crawl in. Muhadi speculated that this room was probably the kitchen of the orcs, and that the pipe should be a chimney or some kind of ventilation device, but he didn't know where it led.
Muhadi crawled and crawled in the darkness where he could not see his fingers, turned a few corners, and finally came across an exit. He quietly hid in the dark and waited for a while. After confirming that there was no psionic white noise in front of him, he took a deep breath and jumped out from the exit.
This was another stone room, and Mohadi was still unsteady, and he immediately sensed that someone had shot him. Without hesitation, he leaned back to avoid the heavy blow, but the second blow followed.
It came down so fast! He clearly had a premonition of the direction of the attack, but Mohadi sadly found that his body was too late to escape, and this time he hit his head firmly, and suddenly he saw a gold star.
"It's you!" He heard a muffled exclamation.
Then a large, furry hand made a silent gesture under the faint glow of the glowing moss. That man was the organizer of this adventure, the head of the Desert Warriors, Muscle Dad.
"You're still alive?! I thought you were taken away by Ant-Man!"
"Stupid!" Muscle Daddy suppressed his voice and boasted, "How could Muscle Daddy be taken away by a few big ants!" Seeing that Muhadi obviously didn't believe it, he reluctantly admitted:
"You suddenly escaped from the sidewall passage, and then most of the Ant-Man chased out. I saw the opportunity, one knife at a time, overturned several Ant-Man, and took the opportunity to escape from the other side passage. "
"On the way, I encountered a lot of enemies blocking the road, and I put them down. But these big ants seem to be incessant, forcing Lao Tzu to hide in this ant-free room."
"By the way, how did you jump from it!" Muscle Dad asked again.
Mohadi briefly recounted his experience of escaping from the chimney, and then asked softly. "What the hell is going on here, isn't it the relics of orcs, how come so many ant-men came out. Look at the stone hall we were attacked, it is obviously a trap, the ants have already prepared, wait for us to surrender The net."
Due to the dim light, Muhadi didn't see the blushing face of Muscle Dad, he pondered for a while before speaking reluctantly. "When I ran away just now, I passed a lot of Ant-Man's room."
Muhadi didn't understand what this had to do with the question he was about to ask, "Then what?"
"And then in one room, I found several maps, the same ones I bought from the antiquities dealer."
Muhadi was speechless for a moment. Could it be that these ant tribes forged maps by themselves to attract ignorant adventurers to come, and then capture them in one fell swoop? In this way, this may not be an orc relic at all, but just an ordinary orc relic. The ant tribe carefully arranged all kinds of illusions just to confuse people.
"Then what do we do next?"
"What should I do?" Muscle Dad took it for granted, "Of course, he rescued his captured companion! You don't want your little girl to be dismembered and eaten by the big ants."
Thinking of Aisha, Mohadi was worried for a while. "You think they're still alive now?"
"Eighty percent of them are still alive. I heard that the ants have the habit of stocking up snacks. As long as they are not very hungry, they are not in a hurry to eat. But if we don't act quickly, then they are absolutely dead."
"You don't know the characteristics of the ant tribe? For example, where will they trap the captured people?" This is the first time Muhadi has seen a monster like the ant tribe. After all, he has not come to Attas yet. too short.
"Ant clan..." Muscle Dad thought for a while, "...It's similar to ants, roughly divided into queen ants, worker ants, and soldier ants. The first two can't be beaten, one concentrates on laying eggs, and the other is responsible for construction. Insect nest. Soldier ants can fight a little bit, but they are far worse than Lao Tzu."
Seeing Muhadi's eyes, he quickly returned to the subject, "Generally, the worker ants will bind the food they catch with their mucous membranes and store them in the storage room at the lower level of the nest. People are bound in the mucous membranes for a while. It's okay, it will dehydrate and die after a long time. Yes! Let's hurry down and rescue your little girlfriend and my three lovers!"
"Well..." Muhadi pondered, he was thinking about how to enter the bottom layer of the worm's nest while surrounded by powerful enemies, "Do the ants have a language? Maybe I can imitate the sound with psychic power and lure the guards along the way. soldier ants."
"Language?" If it weren't for the fact that the two were still hiding from the ant clan who were searching back and forth, Muscle Dad would have laughed out loud. "These big ants don't even have self-awareness, what language do they want?"
"These reptiles have only one nest consciousness shared by the entire ant colony. A single ant man cannot be regarded as a real creature, but only as the hands, feet or limbs of the ant colony, and the queen is the brain, and the entire ant colony can be regarded as a creature when added together. . These scumbags fight to the death because they don't have the concept of 'self' at all."
"Hive consciousness?" Muhadi was stunned, "How can it be possible for different Ant-Man to share consciousness?"
"Rely on telepathy, I don't know. Also, when are we going?! Time is running out!" Muscle Dad was a little anxious.
It turned out that, Mohadi then understood that in the psionic sense, there are everywhere in the ruins, and the strong or weak background white noise turned out to be generated by the ants communicating with each other. It's a pity why I didn't think about it one step in advance, so that it fell to the current point. The only luck is that he is still alive and has a chance to turn around.
"Okay, here we go," he said to Muscle Dad.