Zerg: An incredible way to survive

The time spent underground was extremely torturous, and the concept of time gradually became blurred in my mind.

To be precise, the concept of time in my mind began to become blurred when I fell down the cliff.

At the beginning, you can judge how much time has passed by your own feeling.

Unfortunately, this situation did not last long. It seemed that some kind of rule was formed at the bottom of the cave, blurring the concept of time.

But the good thing is that there is a group of strange creatures at the bottom of the cave. They appear in front of me almost every once in a while, perform their strange rituals, and finally leave.

"Mother."

That strange voice appeared in my mind again.

But I have gradually gotten used to it and think that this may be the hollow echo from below, forming a sound similar to that of my mother.

After all, this sound appears so frequently that it sounds like someone is calling me from a distance.

Yes, now we are at the bottom of the cave and can only stay with these half-human, half-ghost creatures. Where do the people come from?

But I also discovered that there are living creatures underground, they are just very small.

These bugs look very small and flat, and their bodies are very soft. I have used my tiny tentacles to try to roll up the bugs, but it was futile. The body structure of the bugs is very loose, and they will penetrate into the ground like liquid when touched. This property looks especially like bubbles.

But I did see a group of white crawling creatures sucking on the ground, probably preying on these insects.

It was also very hot underground, but I felt this heat was very strange. Although it was very hot underground, this heat did not have any negative effect on my body, but this heat was indeed transmitted to my body.

This feeling can only be described as very wonderful.

Life underground can only be described as extremely boring. Apart from watching those white creatures dancing, all I can do is count the insects on the ground.

However, it's not that I have no improvement at all. The number of tentacles I can use has increased, and I always feel like I can rely on these assistants to crawl, but these tentacles are really just tentacles, they are very soft and have no power at all.

Now I need to redefine their name. They should not be called tentacles, but tentacles.

After a few more days, I was able to condense more and more tentacles, and I completely wrapped those tentacles together, trying to increase the force it could withstand.

Then during the day, there would be some thick protrusions that wanted to follow the underground, and when my white creature got close to that underground thing, the ground would slightly bulge out and trip the white creature.

I have to say that this is very inefficient, but the way they fall is very funny. They look like tumbleweeds, rolling forward continuously.

However, it seems that they still have a certain degree of intelligence. They will go back to the place where they were tripped before and keep checking. It seems that they want to eliminate the chance of being tripped in the same place next time.

I was also bored and had nothing to do, so I wondered if I could catch a "fish" this way.

But the plan went very smoothly, and I successfully caught one not long after.

Usually during the day, these guys appear in large groups. I'm afraid that if I provoke them, they will kill me in one go.

Although they danced in front of me during the day, I always had a feeling of uneasiness, and the source of this uneasiness was obviously the group of creatures in front of me.

Tonight, there happened to be a lone one that returned to this location alone and began to try to dig the rocks on the ground to see what was hidden in the rocks underground to prevent it from falling during the day.

I did as he wished. When he was halfway through digging, I revealed a little bit of tender buds. That was the end of my tentacle. Although there was only one, it looked very brightly colored. This was because I deliberately smeared the liquid that oozed from the insects on the end of the tentacle.

Very good, the white village opposite also mistook the beast for a bug and began to try to continue digging.

I quietly formed a circle under his feet and trapped his right foot.

By the time he realized this, it was too late to escape.

I went out and tripped him directly, pulling him towards me.

However, during this period, I seemed to have underestimated his strength a little bit. His strength was quite strong, but it was still within the range of my repetitions.

My strange body was only pulled slightly by him, leaning forward a little, and was quickly stabilized by the tentacles that were fixed to the ground.

Good, this is the first creature I caught underground. I dragged its body towards me little by little.

I wasn't worried at all that he would attack me. After all, I climbed such a high cliff without falling and I wasn't hurt at all. The eggshell must be very strong. At least it wouldn't be defeated by a creature that can't even use magic.

But I would soon pay the price for my arrogance.

Although these creatures have no mouths and no ears, I have roughly understood from their habits that they have hearing, but the way they communicate is a little special, it's like knocking on the ground with their hands.

Although I don't quite understand it, I can analyze it based on their actions.

For example, the one in front of me kept hitting the ground violently and quickly, with a lot of rhythm in between.

I am very familiar with this. Isn't this their signal to gather? Every day when the high priest gathers those white creatures in front of him, he will use this action to knock on the ground.

It seems that I was careless this time, but I am also betting that his news has not spread.

I entangled one of the arms at a faster speed, and picked up a small stone in my place, and also imitated him and knocked the opposite signal.

The white creature, who had lost an arm and a leg, began his final struggle - flapping around wildly.

Although this is an action that every living creature will do instinctively, it is not very lethal to me.

The tentacles that were tightly entangled with the people were gradually loosened by his shaking, and the restraints that had originally tightly bound his hind legs showed signs of loosening.

I was a little numb all over. Why was this thing so difficult to deal with? And his physical strength seemed to be infinite. How could such violent and high-frequency shaking last for such a long time?