Zerg Achilles

Oddly enough, the male reminded Quinto of the maned lion.

He once captured a lame little maned lion, about three months old, with a broken leg, lying weakly in the grass and whining, Kuntu took him near the tribe without telling his female father , but it was seriously injured, the broken leg was bloody and bloody, as if it had been severely ground by something, with only a little muscle and bone attached.

Only the elders in the tribe can heal the wounded, but if you bet a hundred times, the old guy will chop off the little maned lion's head with an ax immediately. Kuntu didn't dare to take the risk, but he didn't want to see it either. The little maned lion died.

The little guy was only three months old, but he had begun to take on the shape of a ferocious beast. He was full of vigor and ferocity, and he treated his savior with no pretense, roaring and biting at every turn, showing no mercy.

But its teeth are not sharp at all, but blunt and round, so even if you put your fingers in its mouth, it can't move. Kuntu guessed that this is why the maned lion mother abandoned it. The wound was also bitten by the maned lion mother to drive it away.

Kuntu rubbed the little maned lion's fur. The little guy didn't appreciate it. He growled and scratched the blood in his hand, then turned his head arrogantly and rested in the cave. He secretly licked his fingers when he fell asleep, and grinned fiercely when he woke up.

Kuntu climbed up the holy tower and stole some herbs when the clan elder was out, but he didn't expect that the clan elder's apprentice, the male named Su Ke, would secretly follow him.

When he went to see the maned lion the next day, the little guy had already had his head chopped off and his body was thrown far away by the river.

"The maned lion will cause disaster." Su Ke was already very arrogant and cruel when he was a child.

From then on, Kuntu hated Su Ke, and he didn't like the way he killed the maned lion and then arrogantly asked for credit in front of the female father.

The male worm reminded Kuntu of the maned lion, but in fact this metaphor is not appropriate. The little maned lion has soft hair, is fierce and lively, and is a powerful and beloved creature. The male worm is indifferent and firm-willed. Now, there hasn't been a real crash yet.

Kuntu couldn't find the similarity between them before, it was just an inexplicable association.

He thought of the male worm standing on the spaceship fiercely and indifferently reaching for the gun, and the desperate despair he felt when his little finger was cut off. He seemed to have always understood the consequences, but he was powerless to change the outcome for various reasons.

The seemingly sharp lips feel incredibly soft when kissed, and the dull hair feels like new spring buds to the touch.

The male embraced him with a pious enthusiasm that he hadn't realized himself. He yearned for the warmth of his skin, but he restrained himself from touching him too much. It wasn't until Kuntu responded that those blocked emotions were vented like a torrent.

It's strange, Kuntu didn't understand what he was thinking, but when he saw the tears rolling down that cold and blank face, he realized that the male insect was actually a mess inside.

Kuntu rode on the grass camel, and turned his upper half to watch the gaze of the male.

At this moment, the sun had just risen, reflecting the blush on half of his cheeks, making his haughty and indifferent face soft, a thin layer of sweat covered his forehead and upper lip, and his stubble was also short and soft like the fluff on a plant stem.

"What's your real name?"

Kuntu said that the male worm was riding on a grass camel, his posture was upright and serious, as if he was riding some kind of divine beast. Kuntu thought he would keep silent, and he didn't expect the gloomy and taciturn worm to answer, but just started talking out of nothing. .

Unexpectedly, the male insect frowned, pursed his lips, and said dryly after a while: "The real name is the oath."

Kuntu couldn't help laughing, and simply drove the camel and the male worm side by side. Under the blue sky and white clouds, the wind blew the grass leaves rustling, and the camel snorted comfortably, and stepped on the heavy ground without any haste. pace of.

The male worm tensed its back suddenly, and turned sideways uncomfortably. As Kuntu got closer, the male worm could feel it more clearly. Kuntu was full of his breath.

This cognition made the male worm, who seemed inhumane and extremely indifferent, feel his scalp numb, and he was so embarrassed that he didn't know what to do.

He frowned even more tightly, as if he was trying to calm down his emotions, he hesitated between opening and closing his mouth, and finally fell silent with some gloom, turning his head to look at the withered grass.

Kuntu raised the corners of his mouth, plucked the grass camel's soft round ears, and said lazily, "Okay, let's change the question."

The male worm looked suspiciously, and Kuntu said, "Tell me about your past life? In exchange, I can answer some questions for you."

It always feels difficult to approach. I don't know if this male is too defensive or simply not good at communicating.

Kuntu moved closer, wanting to shorten the distance between him and the male, to chat, but the male riding on the grass camel suddenly stiffened, staring at a certain point in the air with a livid face.

Kuntu didn't know why, so the male suddenly kicked the grass camel sideways, rode a few steps, and walked in front of him.

"Hey."

Kuntu yelled, and followed him. The male worm had a sullen face, red ears, and a strange expression on his face. He was more silent than before. No matter what Kuntu said to him, he pursed his lips tightly and said nothing. , concentrating on pulling a strand of hair from the camel's body.

Kuntu shrugged, and began to pay attention to the weather and road conditions. He wanted to finish hunting quickly, so he needed to take a shortcut and take an ancient wild camel migration route. Over the long and narrow mountains.

He was worried that the rain brought by the cold current would cause the river to swell, but he had to take this ancient road if he wanted to reach Grinturle ahead of the wild camels.

The rain was pattering, and the originally clear sky was cloudy at some point. Kuntu had a premonition that the heavy rain was coming, and he was vaguely agitated, reminding the male to get dressed and put on a cloak.

The male moved quickly, and stared at him for a while after dressing up: "You didn't bring an extra cloak?"

Kuntu raised his eyebrows and shook his head. It is a good thing to be able to reduce the excess weight.

Most of the luggage on the wild camel is for males, if only Kuntu himself, he would not even bother to ride the wild camel.

The male worm nodded silently, and regained its habitual indifference, so Kuntu stopped being distracted and focused on the route.

He had only walked the ancient road twice, and it was not the rainy season, so he didn't know how high the river would rise. It was still a little far away from the river, and he needed to keep walking to cross the river before dark.

There is no time to stop and rest, and there is no more communication on the road.

The heavy rain came suddenly with hail, crackling and hitting the cloak of the male insect. The temperature was so low that Kuntu felt chills and his hands and feet were numb.

Looking at the misty grassland, Kuntu hesitated a little, but soon, he walked unswervingly.

He was still wearing a vest, and the rain had soaked him from head to toe, and his lips were slightly white.

He heard the male's voice through the gaps in the wind and rain.

"What?" Kuntu approached him, with a face of cold rain, under the cloak, the male insect opened his black and calm eyes, and handed him a coat, which had obviously been taken off from the cloak.

"Put it on."

The male insect frowned and said, he looked it over quickly from the beginning to the end, and the outstretched left hand was missing a little finger.

Kuntu's mind moved slightly, and he didn't refuse the male insect's kindness. He put it on neatly through his coat. He smelled a cold fragrance mixed with rain, but he knew very well that it was the male insect's. breath.

The coat was quickly wet by the rain, and the road conditions became more and more difficult. Kuntu frowned deeply.

It was raining heavily, and they trekked hard all the way to the river, and the rain slowed down a little.

It was getting close to dusk, and the original narrow river expanded several times, becoming a vast ocean with a diameter of more than ten meters. The river rumbled through, and the turbid muddy water rolled and stirred, swallowing everything involved.

"Want to go there?" the male worm asked.

Kuntu stared at the river for a few minutes and nodded. He untied the bag on the grass camel with a solemn expression, threw a few heavy objects from it, and fastened it again.

Then he led two grass camels and slowly waded into the water, adapting to the impact and temperature of the water.

Kuntu is very good at water and has enough strength to control the mount. The male is arranged to sit on the grass camel. He is holding the leash and staring nervously at the swirling river.

The water flowed slowly, bringing the freezing cold temperature.

"Don't stare at the river." Kuntu reminded him: "Look at the other side, hold on tight."

The male worm pursed his lips tightly, still looking taciturn, but the slight anxiety in his eyes showed that he was a little worried.

The river is not that wide, but the water is fast and muddy, and it is easy to be washed down.

Kuntu held the grass camel tightly, and slowly waded to the middle of the river. The water flooded Kuntu's chest, and the impact force became stronger and stronger. But Kuntu was familiar with this river and knew that its riverbed was actually not much. Deep, and carefully observed before entering the water, it is impossible to submerge him.

He carefully led the camel and walked slowly towards the bank. The two camels cuddled tightly and called to each other. eardrum.

The deeper the draft, the more difficult it is to walk, and the current becomes more rapid. The male worm stayed on the grass hunchback, the water covered his luggage and half his waist, and the rainproof cloak floated on the water like a flower.

Kuntu stared at the opposite bank, his nerves were tense, and he always felt a little uneasy. This subtle emotional change made him sound the alarm, urging the grass camel to swim desperately.

If there is no luggage, it will go faster, but Kuntu cannot throw away these things. For males, comfortable living conditions are as instinctive as breathing.

He pushed the grass camel forward, but his hands and feet felt like a heavy weight in the water. The male imitated him and kept whistling, urging the grass camel.

There are still about seven or eight meters away.

"Kuntu! Kuntu!"

It was still raining, and the water was rumbling.

The roaring sound of the male was creepy, Kuntu turned his head suddenly, and the male pointed to the distance, which was a relatively high hillside, from which the river rushed straight down.

He suddenly opened his eyes wide, and at this moment, there were majestic waves rolling on the hillside, like a collapsed dam, and a large amount of river water swept towards it with mud and sand.

It can be seen that the area of ​​the river has been enlarged.

Kuntu's pupils constricted, and he quickly pulled out the knife from his side, cutting off the luggage carried by the male Cordyceps camel.

"Go! Let's go!"

Huge roaring drumsticks hit the eardrums, and Kuntu slammed on the grass camel's butt.

"What are you doing! Go away!"

The panicked voice of the male insect was erratic in the rain.

"Du-duh-."

The grass camel rose in response to the sound, honking loudly and long, and a large part of it emerged from the water, wading its four hooves and swam desperately to the river bank.

The male worm turned pale, grabbed the grass camel's neck tightly, and swam quickly without the weight of the grass camel. In a blink of an eye, the distance between Kuntu and Kuntu was more than ten steps.

Kuntu gritted his teeth, and stabbed his own grass camel's butt with a knife, urging it to go fast, but he had no intention of throwing away his luggage.

He vaguely heard the male worm shouting, but the sound of the water was too loud, and the river was turbulent as if it was about to boil, so he couldn't hear anything.

Kuntu bowed his head, wading through the river with difficulty, pushing the grass camel to continue swimming.

Faster, faster.

He pushed the grass camel hard.

But the grass camel roared suddenly, kicked its hooves as if with divine help, Kuntu raised his head with great effort, his black head was bobbing in the water, he held a knife in his hand, and cut off the grass camel accurately. The last rope on the camel.

As soon as the luggage was unloaded, the grass camel rushed to the opposite bank like an arrow off the string.

The water is booming and rolling.

Kuntu turned pale with fright, grabbed the male worm's hand, and didn't even have time to question, just wading desperately into the water.

The male worms fluttered and grabbed the grass camel's tail, and the two worms, one in front of the other, fled ashore before the waves. The moment they stepped ashore, huge waves came one after another, and the sound waves made people's scalp numb.

The male was gasping for air, and fell to the ground almost as if he had collapsed, with an extremely ugly expression on his face.

Then he suddenly turned his head and asked coldly: "Do you know that you almost died in the river?"

The male worm knew the reason why Kuntu refused to leave his luggage behind, but in the face of fate, it was clear at a glance which was more important.

"I'm afraid you'll have to eat and sleep in the open, and you won't have enough to eat."

Quinto said.

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