The Fourth Disaster: You said that the human race is weak in the interstellar space?

After the seeds were planted, the crow priest followed the ninety-nine-year-old fugitive and covered the seeds with fine soil.

Banxing lay in the woods, looking at the two little bugs who were sweating from the heat and still working on the land. He sighed and lay on the other side.

If spiritual plants are so easy to grow, why are they so rare?

These two little bugs are not only disobedient, but also extremely stubborn.

Although his head turned away, Banxing still reminded them: "Little ones, don't plant all the spiritual food given by the elders. Save some for yourself to eat, at least it won't all rot in the ground."

"Hey, it's better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish. If I grow this, we'll have endless spiritual food in the future. The more spiritual food we eat, the more intelligent your little longhorn beetles will become. By then, your race will be huge, and even if the beasts come, they won't be able to snatch your food away." The crow priest had just scattered the sand and his back ached.

Now he put his hands on his hips and yelled at Banxing.

Several of the insect legs of the spotted star have been broken.

While the players were offline working, the Zerg also experienced several waves of attacks from the Orcs.

The Crow Priest and the Ninety-Nine-Year-Old Fugitive were in the vineyard, helping Banxing protect his grapes.

But the spiritual plants growing in Banxing's other territory were in a terrible state. The peach trees were uprooted and all the fruits were looted without leaving a single one. Even Banxing himself had several insect legs broken off.

Even so, he endured the serious injuries and rushed to the side of the Crow Priest and the Ninety-Nine Years Old Fugitive, wanting to protect the two little bugs.

I didn't expect the situation in the vineyard to be much better than that in the peach orchard.

The spiritual plants were well protected. The crow priest and the ninety-nine-year-old escapee even directly killed the tiger beast that rushed over to steal things.

"Your old-fashioned way of relying on the weather for your livelihood is simply primitive and outrageous." The Crow Priest put on his hood and picked up a branch from the woods to use as a makeshift crutch.

"I've said it before, the waves behind push the waves in front, and the waves in front die on the beach, Banxing, accept your fate. Although Maluo and I are not as strong as you now, our future achievements will definitely be higher than yours, hahahahahaha."

He stretched out his hand, raised his cane, and laughed.

Banxing was lying there weakly, but he was in a good mood.

It is the hope of all Zerg elders that the little bugs can become stronger than themselves.

He looked at the laughing Crow Priest, with a slight smile on his lips. This little bug is a little stupid, but it is full of energy and will definitely live a long time in the future.

"Don't be so frivolous, Banxing is still seriously injured." The ninety-nine-year-old fugitive walked to Banxing, looked at his broken front legs, tapped them gently, and the insect armor broke and fell off, revealing large chunks of flesh and blood.

"It's okay, it will grow out after the next molting." Banxing stretched out the other intact insect leg and touched the head of the ninety-nine-year-old fugitive Maluo.

Just at this moment, a strong wind blew.

The Crow Priest and the Ninety-Nine-Year-Old Fugitive looked up and saw a longicorn, larger than Banxing, flying here.

The other party stopped at the top of the hill and slowly climbed down.

The bug hadn't arrived yet, but a voice had: "Banxing, is this the bug you just brought back?"

"Yun Sang, they are still small bugs and cannot go to the battlefield. Don't think about targeting them. I only have these two small bugs." Banxing stood up and protected the Crow Priest and the ninety-nine-year-old fugitive behind him.

Yun Sang snorted coldly, and tapped the gap in his body, and two large tea oil fruits fell out: "This is a gift for you two little guys, take it."

"Banxing, the reason we asked you to come back to the battlefield this time is because your peach tree is about to bear fruit. Now that the peach tree has been taken away, you don't have enough food to molt, and the grapes are about to rot. If you don't ask us for help this time, you won't even be able to survive this molting."

Yun Sang handed the tea oil fruit to the Crow Priest and Maluo, while saying:

"Send these two little guys to the battlefield. The food and wages distributed by the Lord of Cuishan will definitely be enough for you to survive this molting. They will also be well fed on the battlefield. If you keep them here, not only will you not have enough to eat, you will also have to get food for them."

Ninety-nine years old, still on the run? Holding the tea oil fruit, he tilted his head and asked, "Can we go to the battlefield?"

"As long as you can kill a beast warrior, you can go to the battlefield. Tiger beasts are very strong warriors among the beast tribe. Although this is an old tiger warrior, it is enough to prove the strength of you two little bugs."

Yun Sang admires the brave little bug very much.

Yun Sang felt more disappointed with this guy Banxing.

They were insects raised by an elder. Among the insects of the same period, only Banxing was able to raise no more insects and always had to go to the battlefield on his own. Now he came back to guard the ripe peach tree, but the peach tree was taken away and he was injured.

If there are small bugs, you should protect them from going to the battlefield. If you then drag your broken body to the battlefield, you will be asking for death.

Yun Sang's teeth were itching, so he simply turned around and bit the tree, starting to grind his teeth with a crunching sound.

"Danger." Banxing lowered his head and used his intact foot to push away the crow priest and the ninety-nine-year-old fugitive Mara. "Yun Sang, if you have anything to say, just tell me. You can go back and rest now."

Is she still on the run at the age of ninety-nine? Before she could say anything, the Crow Priest suddenly grabbed her sleeve.

"Squeak, squeak, Dr. Zhao Li sent me a message. Damn, he asked us to transport some insects back to him from the Zerg ancestral land. What should we do?"

In fact, the doctor asked him for some worker insects, but he didn't want to give them.

Isn’t your own little bug your life?

If others don't know, how can he know?

When the insect skin is changed, the worker insects will undoubtedly die. He has watched those little insects grow up, and they are now developing well in the Demon Realm. How could he bear to send them to Dr. Zhao Li's laboratory?

But another option is to catch the Zerg back from their ancestral land.

They are now in the territory of Banxing. What kind of insects can they catch and bring back? Should they bring Banxing back?

Ninety-nine-year-old on the run glared at the crow priest and said, "Don't you know how good Banxing is to you?"

"I didn't intend to take the spotted star. Besides, the insects in this ancestral land are very strange. They don't have insect nests, and there is no such thing as worker insects. Maybe I can't transplant them if I bring them back."

The Crow Priest briefly explained the situation here.

The doctor only replied that he should try to bring back one or two insects to test the waters.

Is he on the run at the age of ninety-nine? He frowned and tagged Xing Beichen directly in the group chat.

Is the 99-year-old on the run?: "@星北辰, please tell the doctor that we can't take them. Don't Maowuhu and the others have a lot of larvae around them?"

The cat purred: "No! No! No!"

Oil Thief: "If you want our little bug, you have to step over my dead body!"

Begging in secret: "Rejecting insect dealers starts with me."