Zerg Achilles

You think maybe what happened to you was not an accident.

This thought came to you suddenly and aroused your vigilance, but because there is no evidence to support it, it can only be regarded as an unproven conjecture.

The wind blowing through the gap is not strong, but it is so cold that you can't help but put your hands in the grass camel's soft fur. The ugly thing can't walk fast, but it is big, with long legs, and it takes ten steps at a time.

You don’t know how long it will take to go out, you look around the high, dark cliff, your eyes slowly fall to the front, about a hundred or ten steps away from you, the road suddenly widens, only allowing two camels to walk side by side. More than three times as wide.

A blue-black ruined stele stands quietly in the middle of the road to the abyss. It is about four meters high and three meters wide. The surface is covered with ice crusts. It looks cold and solemn, and cannot blend in with the surrounding vegetation.

Its surface of the stele is uneven due to wind and rain erosion, and lavender vines grow on both sides of the bottom, tightly entwining the remnant stele itself.

You became a little curious, but you didn't want to ask too much. The female seemed to know what you were thinking, and took the initiative to mention: "That is the remnant monument of the God of War."

You are puzzled, the female insect explained: "The female insects who grew up on the grassland have heard this story.

"Praise the hero?" you ask.

"No, what it sings about is death and loyalty." A mocking smile appeared on the female's thin and stern face: "In the grassland, no one would erect a monument for a hero."

He rode a grass camel to the ruined stele, his face was cold, but he smiled when he turned to you: "It's a pity, this is not such a beautiful story, there is no need to tell it, it won't touch your heart, it will only Make you loathe this icy land even more."

"You seem to hate it more than I do," you say.

"A person has to hate something before he has a reason to like something."

"I don't know."

The female shrugged: "There are probably many things you don't understand, but you know your identity and situation, and you don't ask. That's good. I don't like to answer so many questions, but you are an exception."

"I'm not honored." Your tone is bad, but not contradictory: "Your exception is because of my value."

"Male worms are really hard to please." He sighed, and then paused: "But you are the most correct thing you have done. I like that you will not change easily. You know, it is not good to stick to your own point of view all the time. easy."

"Stubborn?"

"No, it's reason, and you should always maintain such reason."

You froze for a moment, tightened your grip on the rein, the female seemed very interested in talking, looked at the ruined stele and said, "For me, the meaning of this thing is just a stupid obstacle."

His words were clouded, you raised your eyebrows, stretched out your hand, and touched the surface of the remnant stele under the signal of the female worm, it was cold and rough, and it felt like broken ice to the touch. At the corner of his mouth, he said quietly: "The alliance also had a record of a stone tablet."

The female nodded, and you could swear his eyes lit up: "I would like to hear more about it."

Having said that you are not facial paralyzed, the female has a rare emotional expression on her face, you glanced at him coldly, and said lightly: "About 1000 years ago, or even more distant times, a surprisingly cold winter came, The cold wind and frost froze most of the lives. Only the white owl came out from the ground and hunted in groups. The ancestors of the Zerg hid in the deep caves, burned up the dead bones to keep warm, and ate the corpses of the old and weak Only with a full stomach can I survive the long and cold winter that lasted for half a year."

"After the end of winter, the ancestors of the Zerg carved the Altana Stele to commemorate the sacrifice of the selfless."

The female was silent for a while: "Sacrifice, or martyrdom."

You were a little surprised, and shook your head seriously: "I don't know, it's too long to go into detail, but no matter the truth of the fact is active sacrifice or passive martyrdom, Altana for the survival of the ethnic group is worthy of respect."

The black eyes of the female stare at you, and you can't guess what he is thinking: "Are you in awe of sacrifice?"

"I'm in awe of the unknown," you say.

The female laughed softly: "Well, I'm glad you are willing to say a few more words." He urged the grass camel to move forward: "But now the most important thing is to get out of the narrow and long mountains as soon as possible."

It wasn't you who stopped to babble, but Kuntu had a conciliatory expression on his face. You guessed that he must have a strong ability to turn right and wrong.

After walking a certain distance after the stele, the ice shell hanging on the cliff gradually disappeared, and the dark green and black moss gradually turned into bright green, and the grass was yellow, and the dry and cold wind also had a hint of moist warmth.

You are still thinking about the conversation just now, so you look back at the black stone tablet, it doesn’t look that old, it stands alone in the long gap, exposed to the wind and rain, dying, decaying and heavy.

But this has nothing to do with you. You look away and follow the female grass camel. The weather doesn't get any better because of entering the gap. The light rain is drizzling. You put on your hood and try not to cause trouble for yourself.

The cold is your worst enemy right now.

It may not be as deadly as a knife or gun, but it is pervasive and slowly erodes your will. The light rain gradually turns into heavy rain, the sky explodes with thunder, and the lightning breaks the dark clouds. You look up and see a flying silver bird through the long and narrow gap. Snake, you're not sure if that's lightning, it looks much more flexible.

Big and big icy raindrops hit your face, like a bucket of ice balls splashed on your face, you couldn't help shivering, and wanted to squeeze your whole body into the thick soft fur of the grass camel.

"Put this on."

Kuntu made a rain hat out of grass blades and thin stems of shrubs, and buckled it on your head like a treasure. The answer got into the clothes.

Kuntu's face was condensed, and he was bravely exposed to the wind and rain. His figure and appearance probably resembled a fearless warrior. Unfortunately, the warrior had fluffy curly hair, which was wet by the heavy rain and stuck to his head badly. It was slightly longer. The crooked place is close to the face, which looks like a grass camel with its mouth crooked and neighing in the wind and rain.

It's ugly.

You can’t help but want to laugh, the females suddenly don’t realize it, they work diligently through the wind and rain, put on a bad look, and occasionally turn around to say a few words to you, the males have keen five senses, and can hear clearly even through the rain curtain.

But you hear something else, not sure, and tell the female, "There is a sound."

The female worm wiped the rainwater off her face, looking dumbfounded by the rain: "The sound of rainwater?"

"No." You tugged at his clothes with a cold face: "Listen carefully."

Kuntu's face looked a little red, he coughed, and he concentrated: "...I can't hear you." But the female didn't ignore your suggestion, she frowned and leaned close to the cliff, leaning on the cliff and listening carefully for a while, Then his face changed, and he untied the wooden stick tied to the grass camel, and asked you to change the mount with him.

"Little Hui runs fast, but has a big temper, so sit down." He quickly checked the rope and saddle on the grass camel.

"What did you hear?" You feel uneasy, the female turns over and rides on the grass camel with the wooden stick in her hand, and answers irrelevant questions: "Are you afraid of death?"

You thought about it carefully, and answered with certainty: "I'm afraid to die with you."

"..." The female couldn't laugh or cry: "This is not an inspiring answer."

"But the rainy season is really not a good time for hunting." The female insect said, "Hold tight." The stick hit the grass camel's butt without warning, and the grass camel neighed angrily, and ran with four big feet. , Your complexion changed drastically, and you subconsciously hugged the grass camel's neck tightly.

"Kuntu!"

You shouted, but your eyes were so swaying that you couldn’t see anything clearly. In the heavy rain, the originally weak rumbling sound became louder and louder. Your heart was beating wildly. You didn’t know what it was, but you could only feel that it was unusual and ran out of it range of impact.

Your grass camel is neighing loudly to its companion, like an arrow flying out of the string, and the female grass camel is following behind with a howl.

A loud cracking sound set off a terrifying sound wave.

The shocking sound of the boulder rolling exploded, large and small gravel fell down like flowers, you were hit hard a few times, your heart was beating wildly, and you grabbed the grass camel's neck tightly, protecting your head and not daring to look up.

The grass camel ran wildly, you were knocked out of your mind, and you didn't know how long you ran before stopping.

You were gasping for breath, your throat was sore that it was about to split open, your legs were sore and stiff and you lost all feeling, you lost your strength and rolled down from the grass hunchback, unexpectedly rolled into the soft and cold grass.

The rain stopped.

You sit up propped up, staring blankly at the wilderness full of green grass. The grass camel neighs and exhales white steam mournfully. When you look straight ahead, the dark mountain towers into the clouds, and a narrow gap is broken in the middle Slits.

You stand up with difficulty and want to take off the rainproof cloak, but your fingers are sore and you can't execute this simple action, so you have to give up, put on the heavy cloak, and start looking for the shadow of another grass camel.

You don't know if this is the Green Tule Grassland, and you don't have the heart to appreciate its magnificent and distant scenery. Your eyes automatically exclude irrelevant information and search for the traces of grass camels.

It didn't take you too long to find the female by the lake not far away, he looked terrible, with a lot of torn wounds on his body, a clotted blood clot on his forehead, and most importantly he was lying with his eyes closed In the water, you guessed he was comatose rather than dead.

"Alive." You felt for the pulse on the side of his neck.

The two grass camels approached each other intimately, as if lamenting the thrill just now, the stupid guy brought him here, and then left his master, grazing the grass leisurely nearby.

If the place where it was dropped was a bit more biased, the female probably would have been buried at the bottom of the lake and died young.

You sat there panting for a while, your rain-soaked clothes were covered again, wrapping you in damp heat.

"I shouldn't have rescued him now." You were stunned for a while, then murmured to the grass camel, "I should run away, find a place to hide, and find a chance to go home."

The grass camel neighed meaninglessly, and you stared at the female for a while.

"Sorry." You stood up and turned around.

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Procrastination patients pull themselves (?′ω`?)