Elf Invasion: I Travel Alone to Promote Elf

There was not a trace of light in the dark room.

Walking Grass slowly opened his eyes, and the drowsiness in his head had not completely disappeared.

Intermittent memory fragments came from all directions and merged together again.

After a few breaths, it finally slowly recalled what happened before it fainted.

If I had a choice, it would be really, really true, and I wouldn’t want to remember this bad day again.

As the younger brother among grass elves, its position in the forest is extremely awkward. Almost any bird can bully it without any pressure, even some powerful insects.

Just like today, when it was sleeping, it encountered a huge green caterpillar that gnawed on its leaves.

At that time, it was so painful that it jumped out of the soil, vowing to show the other side some color.

Then, he received a clean impact from the opponent, almost vomiting all the nutrients he had spent the night before.

You know, it still has poisonous properties!

He was actually reduced to the miserable situation of being bullied by a green caterpillar at will.

What's even more hateful is that after defeating it, the opponent spit out the mouthful of leaves humiliatingly and took several mouthfuls of it.

He looked disgusted, as if what he was eating was not a leaf, but a piece of shit.

Can it accept this kind of humiliation?

Of course not!

Even if you know you can't beat the opponent, so what?

Every elf, more or less, should have something that cannot be compromised!

The walking grass walked up to the green caterpillar with a serious expression, and then, without hesitation, stretched out its most plump leaf.

It wants to prove that it is not that it is unpalatable to grass, but that malnutrition has caused gaps between the leaves.

To this day, Lingcao can't forget that indifferent look.

Although the green caterpillar didn't even look at it at that time and just swung its tail and walked away, through the walking grass' fantasy, it could be sure that the expression of the green caterpillar must be both indifferent and arrogant when it walked away.

After all, that green caterpillar is carrying a big bag of apples on its back.

That way, it was clear from the beginning that it was deliberately trying to humiliate itself.

The walking grass felt extremely wronged. This kind of grievance burst into tears. Looking back to the past, the last time was when it could not outrun the tribe!

Under the clear sky, I already feel much stronger.

But when attacked, it is always the only one that cannot escape.

Is this God targeting it?

It has not surrendered, it must rise up, it must be strong, and it must try its best to restore the dignity lost today.

One day, it will make that tasteless bug willingly succumb to its delicious taste.

The premise of all this is to find a fertile soil again and absorb nutrients.

Finally, after a lot of hard work, it found a very suitable place.

Judging from the smell of the site, this is a piece of soil that has never been visited by the same kind.

The walking grass wanted to take root on the spot, and it even began to fantasize about conquering the green caterpillars in the future.

However, the sense of security wrapped in the soil did not come. Instead, what came was a strange feeling of soaring into the air.

Before Walking Grass had time to see what was going on, he felt like he had been slapped on the face.

Immediately afterwards, more and more Dabitou hit its face, until the blades on its head were almost split, and it didn't understand what it had done wrong.

Fortunately, this nightmare did not last long and ended with the arrival of a group of Spearow.

The demon let it go and chose to fight Spearow.

Walking Grass really wanted to watch the scene where they both suffered losses, but was worried about being affected by the battle.

In the end, the desire to survive took over, and it chose to escape back to its original place.

As for the matter of regaining the place, well, it’s getting late, so I’d better wait until next time.

Feeling like I'm back in the surroundings of my original residence, I don't insist on being exactly the same.

Anyway, for them, as long as there is soil, it is home.

It penetrated deep into the soil and transformed into a plant again. As the water and nutrients in the soil slowly flowed into the body, the walking grass finally showed a comfortable smile.

It's terrible outside, but it's better to be in the fields.

Although he is weak, he can gradually become stronger by staying still, which is pretty good.

As I thought about it, my mood gradually improved.

The only unsightly thing is that the face that was swollen by Dabi Dou will not be able to recover for a while.

But the peace didn't last long. Before Lucao could even fall asleep, there was a noise from the outside world.

Then, the noise quickly turned into chaos.

The walking grass trembled and did not dare to come out of the soil.

Even if it can't see the situation outside, it can still judge that a war must be going on outside.

It cannot participate, and there is no guarantee that it can escape unharmed in such a war.

I can only pray silently that the aftermath of the battle will not attack it.

It regretted having thoughts that it shouldn't have. If it were allowed to choose again, it would never come out of the soil even if it was eaten up by green caterpillars passing by.

Anyway, it tastes terrible, and the green caterpillars will definitely eat it all.

Alas, if I had known that my leaves had such a powerful ability to persuade people to retreat, why would I have bothered to do this?

The prayer had no effect, and the next moment, the walking grass felt something hit it heavily.

At the same time, a sharp beak penetrated the soil and hit it in the head.

As soon as his vision went dark, he fainted.

When I wake up, it's here.

It was also pitch black, but the walking grass could be sure that it was no longer in the original soil.

Because its roots have returned to the state of two feet, and this state only appears when it leaves the soil.

When in the soil, its roots are more like the roots of most plants.

In addition, its body seems to be bound by something. In particular, its mouth always feels severely blocked and has a vague smell.

What happened to me?

At this moment, walking grass has never been tired, and just want to say one thing.

Destroy it, the grass is tired.

Just when Lucao was about to give up the struggle, the door opened.

A beam of light shone into the house from outside, and in the blink of an eye, it was blocked by the door that was closed again.

However, the difference is that as the door closes, the lights in the house turn on.

The pedestrian blinked his eyes, and just as he adjusted to the light, he saw a girl with a crazy smile walking towards him.

In her hand was a syringe that was so big that it made Cao tremble, and her mouth kept making strange smiles of "hehehehe".

Subconsciously, Walking Grass began to struggle. But its blades have long been bound by a headband, and a sock has been wrapped around its mouth several times.

Seeing the perverted girl getting closer and closer, Lu Cao was so scared that he burst into tears.

It's wrong, it really is.

It's not tired yet, and there's still plenty of grass to fight for.

Really, it’s okay not to destroy it.

Why is it that praying is always a good thing but has a bad spirit?

"Hehehe, we finally have the doctor's side taken care of for the time being."

"Little cutie, wait a minute, let my sister pamper you."

Help!

Don't come over here!

I'm just a grass.

Why am I always the one who's hurt?

X﹏Xwuwuwu.