Eight hundred locust notes

On the first day of entering the "Prophet Order", I was still surrounded by emerald green, and when I turned my head to see a large area of earthy brown figures around me, a few of us looked extremely weak and out of place.

My uncle and brother and I had no intention of getting into this place.

Our destination was originally a large reed pond opposite the sun, which was dry and warm, every reed flower in the sun shone with a hazy golden holy light, and the emerald green locusts lived freely in it.

Prophets is the name these guys themselves, and they also come from the reed pond, because the were first discovered, and they ran away from home and ran into the sparse dry grass.

They set a glorious definition of their identity, and they consider themselves prophets and protectors of the group, so they call themselves the "Prophets" .

Listen to them: As early as the reed pond, many locusts were in favor of their righteous deeds, although they were scattered and separated, but when they walked among the reed leaves, they could always hear

"What a hero"

"Will protect us"

"I want to join the Prophets too"

They listened to this a lot, so they became more and more convinced of their convictions, more and more convinced that the ranks would grow, and from day to night, the voices of their appeals spread throughout the reed pond.

From time to time, come to hunt, and locusts in reed ponds are dominated by intermittent regional fears. These have a big appetite, and once they stop somewhere, they will eat the locusts in pieces.

The survivors saw their relatives die slowly pecked at by, their mouths oozing brown bitter juice, and they heard that some animals shed tears, and locusts did not know what emotions the tears of those animals came from, but they secreted juice because of instinctive uneasiness and pain.

Later, the slowly changed from one to two, three or four, and they flapped their wings over the reed pond, leaving a nightmarish shadow. Everyone was afraid to avoid it, and they were afraid all day long. In those days, the voice of the Prophets was the source of all locust reassurance.

Until the day the Prophets decided to walk out of the reed pond.

The determined green warriors had just reached the border of the reed pond when they were pecked by, and the screams and stumps of the allies shattered the beliefs of many prophets, and they stomped on their powerful hind limbs and stepped on the bodies of their companions and fled back, no longer looking like heroes.

Reed Pond was once again in a panic, and the only force that reassured everyone was gone.

When the flew over the reed pond again, the last warriors firmly rushed out of the reed pond and flew to the dry grass on the other side, and the green team went forward and followed, and after being pecked to death and pecking at many prophets, the green blood spread into the dry grass on the opposite bank, and only eight hundred prophet locusts successfully arrived.

The chased after each other until each one left with a bulging belly, and their eyes were fixed on it.

But when the had finished digesting and returned to the dry grass, the Prophets were no longer the weak little thing they were familiar with, the locusts were closely clustered together, their bodies turned earthy brown and hid in the dry grass, and the strange smell filled the air.

After a fight, the Prophets were badly damaged, and the hard exoskeleton only changed color, but it was not enough to resist the oncoming sharp mouth.

But that's how the variables happen.

All the that prey on the Prophet's locusts have been attacked by poison, which is the secret weapon of the times in the locust population.

During my days in the Prophets, I always heard them tell the story of the "Flying Locust General", saying that the Flying Locust General was huge and brave, and that he carried a large amount of toxins in his body, so that natural enemies did not dare to enter the reed pond.

I've heard this story since I was a kid, but I don't believe it.

The condensation of toxins is exchanged for life, the absorbed nutrients are transformed into toxins without supplying life, and the toxins are as powerful as the General of the Flying Locusts, is it not a short-lived locust-type warning device.

Is this a hero?

However, the law of the weak eating the strong is like this, and the heroes in the weak creatures are also such tragic heroes. If you want to intimidate the strong, the most powerful weapon is nothing more than a jade-burning attitude.

I don't want to be like them at all.

The prophet locusts spent all day in the dry grass looking for poisonous grass to eat, precipitating the poison in the body, emitting a very bad smell, and there was always a breath of death.

As a prophet, they protected me, a flat-headed worm, but I was more concerned about the reeds on the other side.

The waves of reeds flashing in the sun are really beautiful. At night, the song of locusts sounded on the other side, and the song was about the general of the flying locusts.

I looked back and saw the brown figures all stopped in the darkness, obviously listening very fascinatingly.

Uncle did not know when it had also turned earthy brown, remembering that it was also not believing in the words of the prophets and locusts, but I did not have time to ask it, because when I saw it again, it had already been pecked to death outside the dry grass.

My brother hadn't yet taken shape, but he was just a little nymph bouncing around, and I was very worried about it. I just want to be able to take it with me to the reed pond one day and hide. The fact that these heroes sacrificed their lives and forgot their deaths had little to do with us.

But it seems like I'm the only one who thinks so—"

The younger brother was transformed, not an emerald green color, but born with an earthy brown skin bag, and I knew what the guys of the Prophets had said to him, but when he talked about those beliefs, when he said that when he took off the locust general, he was always happy, and I had to rely on it.

The were fed up with our stinky and hard grass tribe, and their eyes were always on the other side, which made the brown bosses very worried. It wasn't until a brown locust girl flew across the street that I learned that there were also locusts on the other side that forced out toxins to travel.

The locust girl said that she had brought "General Flying Locust" to everyone, which made her brother very happy. But I saw it with my own eyes, and it came alone, and there were no generals following at all.

The next day, as the tried to rush into the reed pond, the brown boss and the Prophet Group began to nibble at the dry grass hidden around them, which infuriated the, and the dry grass was once again messed up by our green blood, and the smell of toxins was terrible. I suddenly found that I no longer needed to be protected by the brown bosses as before, and I no longer timidly shed "saliva".

I looked down and saw my brown legs and feet, and I had unconsciously begun to secrete toxins. But am I a "prophet"? I don't know, I don't have the firm belief in my heart as the brown boss, but I just think that the songs on the other side are really good, and I hope they can always sing happily.

Originally, everyone in the dry grass was brown and green, I don't know when, everyone turned brown, not only did no one think that anyone was ugly, but the more they looked at each other, the more handsome they felt.

We are alone, and everyone knows in their hearts that sooner or later we will become prey in the mouths of, and we all cherish the days together, and look at each other more on the days when our brothers have not become stumps.

But the also had their plans, and after the big guys who were poisoned quit, new came.

The situation became very serious, and I came out one night and saw the eldest brother crying while nibbling on poisonous weeds, its tail wings outstretched, intermittently singing the song about the general of the locusts.

The next day, the eldest brother told us that we should go back, find an open place, and fade the toxins back into ordinary little locusts.

But one thing is free, we must be attacked by on our way back, and it is up to us to decide whether we want to die green or brown.

But no one left with their protective colors.

The green locusts rushed towards the reed pond with waves of large wounds, and without the interference of the toxins, the large number of exposed delicacies diverted the attention of the, and they no longer searched for the songs in the reed pond, and their sharp mouths turned to this long green path.

All I remember is that I stared at the soft light of the glittering gold in the reed pond, flew far and far, and finally was intercepted in the air by a force.

Uncle, it turned out that being pierced was so painful, but unfortunately I still couldn't walk into the reed pond of our dreams.

My vision was gradually blurred by the green blood, and the world became particularly unclear, but I saw that in the glittering reed pond, large swaths of brown locusts flew out, dense as a storm, and their voices were so loud and chaotic that I listened for a while before I could hear the song of the general flying locust.

When there was only a trace of my consciousness left, the relaxed, and I looked up to see the flocks of flying locusts and the distant in The Uyang, and I believed that there really were flying locust generals in the world, but none of us who were praised prophets were generals of flying locusts.

But it doesn't matter, my body will be sent to reed pond for burial, as a "prophet".