After eliminating all possibilities, she would make the same conclusion as Hitzfeld: there is a traitor among the enemies.
It was that traitor who triggered the aesthesia prematurely.
It was also that traitor who sent the Worm Knights to the camp, and instead of attacking them when he had the upper hand, he threatened them to leave quickly.
That’s why the Emperor Bug chased us to the outskirts of the plains… It was to eliminate the traitors! All the clues are connected!
This was the first time that Xia Yibing truly felt that he had a chance to help the girl out of trouble.
Traitors of the Worm Tribe...they are allies of humanity!
Smail was not surprised that he could speak Sarai, does this mean that they had encountered similar situations before?
How long has this been going on?
Has the other party been lurking silently deep in the red soil? Do they have a chance to find these people and ask for their help?
"Don't worry..."
Seeing her excitement, Hitzfeld lowered his voice.
"This is just speculation at the moment, not reality yet, and we need more clues to confirm it."
"I'll have them send you some barbecue later. Make sure you're basically healthy first. I'll find a chance to explore this 'worm city'."
"Will they let you run around?" Xia Yibing questioned.
"I will have 'guards' following me." Hitzfeld looked up. "Don't worry, as long as I am still valuable to them, they will not hurt me, nor will they hurt you here."
"Language logic...looking for 'friends'..."
Xia Yibing nodded slowly.
"I see."
"Then I'll go." Hitzfeld stood up, "Time is almost up."
"Wait... Aisuun!"
A hot breath rushed towards her from the darkness, and she felt herself being hugged tightly again.
This time, no hints were needed.
She turned around on her own initiative, raised her chin, tilted her face to the side, and kissed the lips of her dreams.
Chapter 64: Planning
Because both parties are well aware of their current situation, their purple sweet potato pudding this time is extra special.
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However, they still failed to take the last step.
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She's dying anyway, isn't she?
She did have a plan and a response plan, but no matter how you looked at it, the success rate was not high, and she would not accept the fate of corruption and would take the initiative to end her life before that.
If she did that, those who were now imprisoned, including Xia Yibing, would not be able to survive, and the Creeper Tribe would never let them go.
So Hitzfeld felt that... there was no need for purple sweet potato pudding.
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She didn't want to care about anything anymore. She put all the worries and sorrows behind her for the time being. She just wanted to experience this new life - to experience it truly, completely and thoroughly.
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“I love purple potato pudding, I love purple potato pudding, I love purple potato pudding.” The woman came closer to her. “I love purple potato pudding, I love purple potato pudding, I love purple potato pudding, I love purple potato pudding, I love purple potato pudding, I love purple potato pudding…”
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This is how marching and fighting works...A qualified commander must collect sufficient intelligence before the battle.
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"Think it over." Hitzfeld's cheeks were hot, and she couldn't even recognize her own voice: "We may not survive. If we miss this opportunity..."
"Then let it pass." Xia Yibing blocked her lips and rubbed them again, her tone as light as mist and smoke: "Make it one of your beliefs, don't let your spirit completely relax in indulgence..."
She is experienced after all.
Hitzfeld immediately understood the woman's intention.
The more tense and critical the situation is, the more we cannot relax. She actually understands this principle.
Because humans are very despicable animals, once the line is loosened in the wild, it is not easy to pull it back.
Xia Yibing was telling her that she didn't want this kind of "love". She would rather the two of them separate with regrets, and then gather these regrets into the taut string, turning them into desires, into motivation, to seek that last hope.
This is living towards death.
It is also the experience she has accumulated during her many years of career as a detective.
Hitzfeld no longer insisted, and hugged the woman's waist with his backhand, pressing lightly on the sweaty skin.
Her chest was confronting that of her own kind. The tight squeeze made her feel extremely full, and she couldn't help but regret not realizing this earlier.
After hugging each other quietly for a while, they separated.
Xia Yibing sat up from the bed, watched the girl jump down, picked up her clothes with her toes and put them on.
She said nothing and just watched the process quietly.
Hitzfeld could feel the burning gaze from behind her. Her face turned a little red, but she still shyly did not cover it up.
Finally, pull your hair out of your collar, take the hairband out of your mouth, and tie it into a ponytail at the back of your head.
After checking her waist bag and holster, she tilted her head slightly.
"See you soon."
The swaying fragrance faded away.
Xia Yibing stared at the iron gate, raised her fingers and put them under her nose, her squinted eyes filled with intoxication.
Geological survey is so exciting...what if we start drilling seriously?
She perked up and scowled as she imagined further mining.
"I can't be too indulgent either."
"The shadow at the door is shaking. It must be the guard, behind the corner..."
"It will take time for Aisuen to collect language syllables. I think I can start with this guy first..."
On the other side, Frick's team finally returned to the starting point and gave Smail a detailed report of what they had encountered.
He was very cautious and did not bring people directly to the field of vision of the entire camp. Instead, he sent someone to contact the camp guards first and asked the guards to go back and inform Smail to come over on his own initiative.
The advantage of doing this is that it will not cause further emotional changes.
In a situation like Wei Lunsel's, if he saw these people who had just returned, and Leah was not among them... who knows if he would have died immediately.
"The Creeper Tribe? Three thousand?"
Smail was startled by him.
Finding the ruins is a good thing, but the situation is not good because the ruins are guarded by a large tribe of creepers.
"That should be their nest." Frick said while taking a sip of water. "The scale is too abnormal! And I didn't find any insect nests around. It is possible that there is a larger nest inside the ruins."
"How strange!" Smail frowned, "We slid down from the camp... We couldn't have crossed that far in one go..."
The monarch insect attack occurred at the camp, which was still on the outskirts of the plains.
Whether it is the Creeper Tribe or the larger insect nest that Frick guessed, they could not appear in this area. They are things that only exist deep in the red soil.
"Who knows... maybe we slipped in that hole for more than ten or twenty days before we were caught by that beast?" Frick curled his lips.
"That doesn't match our body functions." Smail shook his head.
If they had slid that far while unconscious, their bodies would have died of thirst.
When they woke up from the illusion, they did feel a strong sense of hunger and thirst, but it was far from that level. At most, they had been sliding for more than a day. In terms of distance, they were at most at the junction of the outer and central parts of the plain.
"Is this the time to care about this?" Frick said harshly.
"Should we save the person or not? How do you decide?"
"Save? How?" Smail regained his stern expression. "It took you several hours to get back here. Do you hope those ugly monsters will let them go? Or do you think they can hold out until we spend nearly ten hours to get there?"
“…” Frick’s face was ferocious for a moment.
Of course he knew.
But he was still unwilling.
I should be the one to protect them...
I have actually fallen to the point where I have to rely on a few children for protection...
Kanganafrik, you are such a waste!
"Hart put together a suit of armor."
Seeing his clenched fists and trembling, Smail put his hands on his hips and sighed.
"Try it on and see if it fits you."
"With the silver powder I gathered, if it can still move, I will agree to send you back."
"Smail?" Frick looked up, with endless surprise in his eyes.
"We didn't just sit here and wait while you were exploring." Smail said in a very low voice, "We organized another team to climb up."
He pointed to the muscular membrane above: "Follow those things, go up little by little, and see if you can find a way out."
"What was the result?" Frick asked.
“Those who went up never came back.”
“……”No more words.
Frick knew the meaning behind this - the Smerians couldn't be so stupid as to not come back after finding the way.
The only possibility is that they can't come back. Maybe the emperor worm is still guarding it, and all the people who went up to explore were eaten.
This means that they have no way back. If they go up, they will not be able to do so and will eventually have to face the Creeper Tribe.
At this point, he understood why Smail had given in. He wasn't just letting himself go back to vent his anger because he was confused. He wanted to use himself as a sharp knife to test the combat power of those creepers.
"I warn you, don't get your hopes up about this."
Smail came close to him and whispered in his ear.
"Death here is not worth the pain of the living."
“We have to survive.”
"And the deceased's share."
Chapter 65: A Group of Idiots
As soon as he got out of the prison, Hitzfeld was caught by two tall Creeper guards.
They directly lifted her arms and almost carried her back to the "hall" where she was first taken, and saw the tall knight holding a scimitar inside again.
Seeing her come in, the Worm Knight pulled off his hood.
The other "people" in the hall followed suit and pulled off their hoods.
Hitzfeld's brow twitched violently.
She finally...really saw the face beneath the Creeper's hood.
It was a bit like the mural in the fantasy world, which was her own fantasy. They were all bald, and their noses, ears and other organs were not obvious.
But there are still many differences, such as their eye sockets are very deep, two black pearl-like eyeballs are deeply embedded in the two depressions, and only vague reflections can be seen. The second is their mouths... their mouths have no lips.
Without the lips to cover up, the mouth and gums were almost completely exposed. Hitzfeld looked at the rows of straight teeth with some fear, thinking about these things for no reason. I don't know how long it has been since I brushed my teeth, but these teeth are still quite white...
The big, stupid knight (her nickname for the tall man) took off his hood and walked straight towards her, stopped one meter away from her, and then knelt down with a thud.
