Super Dragon Evolution: 302 Accidentally, he became a **** again

Wen Zilong saw the group of more than 50 indigenous people, which was a bit strange.

How can there be humans in this forest hinterland?

And what makes him most strange is that these humans all make some strange movements at this time.

They jumped up and down, scratching their heads.

From time to time, I patted my body with my hands.

It makes a snap.

Wen Zilong felt painful to that voice.

It looks like they are dancing some kind of strange dance.

There was a strange noise in their mouths.

"Oh—"

"Ah--"

"Uh--"

It sounds like you are singing an indigenous song.

But this dance is too weird.

Where is dance? It's crazy.

The singing is also hard to hear.

Where is the singing, obviously screaming.

He looked carefully for a moment through Diao Yi's perspective.

Only then discovered that it is not dance at all.

It turned out that a group of ants were chasing them.

These ants are very big.

Some even reach three centimeters long.

These ants are chasing these humans, constantly climbing on their bodies.

bite towards them.

These humans let out a scream with every bite.

"Oh—"

"Ah--"

"Uh--"

It looks like this kind of ants hurts people.

But this is not what surprised Wen Zilong the most.

What surprised him most was that the ants that climbed these people were only a small part.

There is also a large group of ants chasing from behind.

These ants crushed a group of black, and surged forward like a flood.

To cover those humans.

Of course, the speed of these ants is not as fast as humans.

However, what shocked Wen Zilong is that 500 meters in front of these humans, there have long been large swaths of ants, and they are ready to wait for those humans.

"These guys will intercept them in advance?!"

Make arrangements in advance and make an ambush.

The ants behind the tide are driving away humans and entering the ambush ahead.

Seeing this, Wen Zilong took a deep breath.

These guys have too high IQ, right?

At the same time, he also remembered that he had watched some science and education films before.

This kind of ants with a clear division of labor and coordinated operations seems to be called marching ants.

He quickly checked Du Niang in his mind.

Marching ants, also called legion ants.

They like to live in groups. An ant colony usually has one or two million.

Unlike ordinary ants, they do not build nests.

Their lives are spent in constant migration.

They are migrating, finding prey, hunting together, and eating.

Then continue to migrate.

Generally speaking, their hunting objects are insects.

But if you encounter the carcasses of large animals, they will not let them go.

Under normal circumstances, they will not hunt large living creatures.

But there are special circumstances.

If they attacked large living creatures, it would be terrifying.

They will attack the large living creature one after another until it dies.

Then the remaining marching ants will climb onto the carcasses of large animals and eat them.

A large animal weighing half a ton will be eaten by the entire ant colony in just half an hour, leaving only a complete skeleton.

Not even a trace of blood is left.

Seeing the horror of this kind of thing, Wen Zilong felt a little creepy.

If you are just an ordinary eight-meter-long crocodile, fight against these marching ants, and you must hang 100%.

At this time, the more than 50 indigenous people have also seen the marching ants blocking the road ahead.

They were shocked one by one.

In panic, one of the aboriginals, who looked older, pointed in the direction of the river channel and let out a roar.

The others hesitated, but didn't rush over immediately.

Because they know that King Kong's territory is over there.

If King Kong is angered, their entire tribe will not escape the disaster.

But if you don’t pass this time, you have to die here now.

So after hesitating for a while, they immediately fled towards the river under the leadership of the patriarch.

Behind them, the marching ants followed suit.

Soon, the natives came to the edge of the river.

After a little hesitation, they followed the patriarch and jumped over the two-meter-wide river.

The marching ants came to the river bank.

They didn't stop as Wen Zilong expected.

It keeps accumulating, extending towards the other side of the river.

Thousands of ants were washed away by the river during this period.

But the sacrifice of individuals, in their view, is insignificant.

They continue to move forward, accumulating towards the other side of the river.

In the end, a two-meter-long ant bridge was formed.

Other marching ants quickly followed this ant bridge and crawled towards the opposite bank.

The Wagnyians met, and everyone was terrified.

The jungle here is getting denser and denser, and it is more difficult for humans like them to walk through.

The marching ants seem to be unaffected, and they are quickly closing the distance with humans.

Wen Zilong generally doesn't bother to care about things like this two species attacking each other.

As long as you don't disturb him, how do you like to kill?

But at this time he considered that since these humans live in this jungle, they should know more about it.

This should be beneficial to myself.

So he went down the river and swam after the people.

Swimming secretly sighed: "Oh, there is no way, bravely save the children who fall into the water, save the women who stumbled. Helping the grandma to cross the road, this is my duty of the crocodile god."

Those natives are still relatively smart.

They watched the woods become denser, and the marching ants behind them got closer and closer.

They can't escape.

So they turned a corner and came down the river.

Then continue to jump over the river and escape.

As a result, the marching ants who were about to catch up with them had to rebuild the ant bridge.

Building an ant bridge is a waste of time.

Those natives have some respite.

But they don't have much breathing time.

Because the marching ants who had not had time to cross the ant bridge before, chased them again.

At the same time, another group of marching ants outflanked them along the lower reaches of the river.

They saw the marching ants outflanked, and they opened their mouths in horror.

Speaking some languages ​​that Wen Zilong could not understand.

Their language is different from the language of Gwaniya.

But from their panicked expressions and desperate eyes, you can see how frightened they are.

At this time, the enclosure of the ant colony is getting smaller and smaller.

And those people huddled together tightly.

They can already predict that in more than half an hour, they will become a pile of bones.

They were hunting today.

As a result, they accidentally stepped on the eggs of some marching ants-they rarely make such low-level mistakes. But today it was committed.

As a result, these marching ants chased them as if they were desperate.

There are more than fifty of them, none of them can escape.

The race they have passed down for thousands of years is going to be extinct today.

Thinking of this, many people even burst into tears.

The patriarch sighed in despair.

However, at this moment, in the river not far from them.

Wow----

A sound of water.

A huge eight-meter crocodile appeared suddenly.