Rebirth: I Became a Maggot 2

Chapter 161 Lurking

What kind of situation is this? I'm suddenly reminded of a famous saying: "My heart is bitter, but I won't say it."

Even if I wanted to say something, I wouldn't know how. What the hell is this "military advisor"? What the hell is this "the late emperor was beheaded by the enemy"? What on earth is all this?

What frustrates me the most is that I have to go find the severed head; I'm almost crying!

How am I supposed to find this? I really wanted to refuse, but I was too embarrassed to. Looking at the old fly's sincere expression and the thousands of flies behind him, I decided to give it a try.

The main problem is the thousands upon thousands of flies swarming behind me. If I refuse, I'm afraid I won't be able to get out of this meadow.

"Why don't you tell me about the enemy first, like their size or something?" Since we've decided to help them, we need to understand the enemy's situation, and asking Old Fly is the best way to do that now.

"You mean our rivals? This little grove of ours was originally divided in two, with us and our rivals basically split in two. But because of food, we often went to war. Later, because of the struggle for territory, we even launched our first major war. The casualties were so great that we call it World War I," the old fly explained to me.

Holy crap, you guys had a fight on a hillside like it was a game of make-believe and you call it a world war? How dare you even think that?

But since I've already decided to help them, I still need to ask the questions I should ask, otherwise I'll be the one who suffers in the fight later.

But thinking about it, how could I be so unlucky? I finally managed to get on the bus, and now this happens. Even if it were a dream, it wouldn't feel this amazing, right?

But the things that needed to be done still needed to be done, so I continued, "Where is the enemy's main camp? What is their troop strength like? How is their defense?"

The old fly thought for a moment, then said something that made me want to vomit blood: "I don't know."

Why did you take so long to figure it out? You're acting like you know everything, are you kidding me?

I looked at that old fly with a mixture of amusement and exasperation. It was impossible to have a conversation like this. How could we possibly have a pleasant chat?

"Then what do you know?" I asked, feeling quite annoyed.

"We must retrieve the late emperor's head," the old fly pleaded.

Damn it, do you really remember nothing except wanting to retrieve your late emperor's head?

Is this old fly going to get Alzheimer's?

Since I couldn't get any information from them, I had no choice but to find out for myself. So I led Daifuku and Yukito toward the enemy's territory.

After all, I'm just going to scout things out, not to actually lead thousands of flies into battle, so the fewer flies the better. In the end, I'll only bring one guide to show us the way.

We leaped onto the snow hare and towards the enemy's territory.

Originally, I didn't want Snow Rabbit to go, because Snow Rabbit is too conspicuous. But Snow Rabbit said that I was a good cover, and who knew that I was the helper of the flies here.

I thought about it and it made sense. How could a snow rabbit be so smart as to think of something like that?

But something the snow rabbit said left me speechless, both amused and exasperated.

I may be timid, but I'm not stupid. It's normal for me to understand these things.

Damn, you're making it sound like I'm stupid. I'm your savior, can't you treat your savior like a decent person?

In ancient times, this would have required a marriage proposal. Of course, even if you wanted to, I probably wouldn't accept it, but at least you should have a better attitude.

Well, since the snow rabbit has already asked, let's just go. As long as we don't encounter any more snakes, we'll be fine. There shouldn't be anything else in this grove besides snakes, right?

Dafu and I were sitting on the snow rabbit's head, feeling like we were riding mythical beasts in a fantasy novel, except, of course, if the snow rabbit's fur was whipping my face like little leather whips when it ran.

It felt really good, but I don't know how the owner had taken care of the rabbit fur before; it was so smooth and silky that it hurt my face terribly when it hit my skin.

Damn, how come your fur, which is so long, doesn't get tangled or split? It looks elegant and beautiful when you run, but it's torture for me.

And most importantly, the fur was so soft that it couldn't stand up on the fur itself, and could only stand firmly in the area closest to the skin.

I'd better fly by myself. It seems I'm just not destined to have a mount. This isn't enjoyment at all; it's pure torture.

I was wondering why Dafu had been flying in the air the whole time instead of staying on the snow rabbit. So that's why!

This reminds me of that mangy dog ​​from before. Now that I think about it, even though that mangy dog ​​was ugly, at least I could crawl and sleep on it.

Does this prove something in some way, that is, you can't judge a book by its cover?

Without further ado, led by our guide Fly, we slowly approached the enemy's territory. Just as we passed a rotten tree stump, the guide suddenly said, "We're almost at the enemy's border. We need to be careful."

As he spoke, he slowed down and walked slowly toward a big tree, then returned with another fly.

"Your Majesty, this is the captain of the border guard. I've asked him to report to you on the current situation," the guide said.

"Your Majesty, I am the border guard captain, and I will now report to you on the current situation," the captain said in a very firm and powerful voice.

"Okay, go ahead and tell me, the more detailed the better," I said.

"The enemy has entered a low-profile period. Their patrols are not as rigorous as before, and they have relaxed their vigilance against us considerably. They may have withdrawn their troops to defend their positions, or they may be planning some crisis that we cannot imagine. The enemy is unusually quiet. According to the information sent back by our scouts, they are indeed preparing a big plan, but we have no clue about it." The captain reported everything he knew.

Good heavens, this is acting like a Mission: Impossible movie! If this continues, is World War II about to break out?

And the other side is preparing a big move, but what kind of move would be considered a big move? It's just a hillside, isn't it?

This is like trying to portray a low-budget online movie as a grand, epic blockbuster.

I found it so funny; there was absolutely no sense of tension from the guide and border guard captain. It felt like we were just playing house.

But just then, a flurry of sounds came from the woods opposite, like many flies buzzing around. There were also sounds on the ground, but it was too far away to see clearly.

But I sensed a danger, a danger that made me want to run away immediately...