The Mosquito People, Shit-Stirring Sticks

"Oh, oh, look what I've found!"

"Wow, are these the same guys we saw living in the volcano before?"

In the clear sky, a creature only about two meters in size was screeching strangely.

This creature was also humanoid, but its appearance was somewhat like an oversized mosquito.

Three pairs of nearly transparent wings flapped constantly, while its body had a pair of arms and two pairs of legs.

As for its head, it was naturally an enlarged mosquito, though without the long proboscis of a real mosquito.

Its exterior was covered in black-and-white patterns, giving it an overall eerie vibe.

They were the Children of Sky and Wind, or at least that's what they called themselves.

These Mosquito People weren't as strong as the Dinosaur People or Serpent People, and their size couldn't compare either.

But they had one advantage over the Serpent People and Dinosaur People: they could fly.

In the sky, they believed no one could defeat them.

Well, at the very least, if they wanted to flee, no one could catch up and kill them.

They were the sole conquerors of the sky on this continent in this era.

And as conquerors of the sky, they naturally had no natural enemies.

Thus, this had fostered an extremely arrogant personality among the Mosquito People.

They looked down on ground-dwelling creatures, yet at the same time feared landing on the ground and being killed by them.

After all, they fed on fruit and tree sap.

When hungry, they always had to return to the ground or trees.

Descending in altitude and being hunted by Foreign Races—such incidents were far too common in ancient times.

However, as time passed, these Mosquito People had gained an even more exaggerated dynamic vision.

Any stir or movement on the ground could be seen clearly from higher up in the sky, and most camouflage was useless against them.

Because of this, the Mosquito People were rarely hunted by ground races anymore, which further cemented their now terrible temperament.

And just how terrible was it?

Well, from time to time, upon witnessing events on the ground, these Mosquito People would use seashells as books and spread news everywhere with pictorial oracle bone script.

They loved watching other races fight to the death. That feeling of being high above, as if watching a little show, gave them the sensation that they, the Children of Sky and Wind, were truly the children of the gods.

That lofty feeling was simply too comfortable.

Because of this, some races, when encountering Mosquito People, were often willing to trade food for information.

But completely luring Mosquito People into becoming their scouts was impossible.

Mosquito People were naturally restless and even less willing to be managed by what they considered inferior ground races.

So, most of the time, Mosquito People were nothing but troublemakers.

Both headache-inducing and frustrating.

When the Dinosaur Elder's army had been ambushed while attacking the Serpent People, he could already guess the reason.

For the Serpent People and Shark People to have learned of the Dinosaur People's attack so quickly and allied so swiftly, there was no other explanation than the Mosquito People—a race with incredible speed and a love for stirring up trouble—being behind it.

Anger was natural, but the Mosquito People's main nest wasn't even on this continent, leaving the Dinosaur Elder and many informed leaders deeply helpless.

In the sky at this moment, two Mosquito People stared at the mutated Dinosaur People army, both looking somewhat bewildered.

They had only been on an island in the sea, accepting many delicious gifts from the Shark People, and had been a little slow to return. As a result, they found that the war among the three races had already ended.

The war was over, and it had ended with the defeat of the Shark People and Serpent People.

Such an outcome was almost entirely unexpected for the Mosquito People.

After learning that the result was due to the appearance of the Dinosaur People's god, these two curious Mosquito People naturally wanted to get a look at this so-called God of Lava and see what he really looked like.

Was he really as terrifying as the Serpent People and Shark People had gestured?

Well, they hadn't even reached the sky above the Dinosaur People's tribe when they spotted the army heading out for revenge.

But the Dinosaur People's appearance had completely changed.

Each one walked like a moving boulder of a humanoid monster.

Wherever the Dinosaur People army passed, the entire region trembled, and countless primeval forests were left in shambles.

The Dinosaur People's mutation was significant, but overall, they were only about the same size as the Serpent People.

However, their blood relatives had grown far too large.

Looking at those nearly thirty-to-fifty-meter beasts, numbering over two thousand...

Wherever they passed, dust and smoke billowed, and the ground sank.

The two Mosquito People were utterly stunned.

Yet that was not all.

For behind this army of dinosaur people, amidst the billowing dust, there actually appeared a terrifying monster that stood upright against the sky.

No, that was not a monster—it was a god.

It was the God of Dinosaur People, and it was larger and more imposing than either of the two Mosquito People had imagined.

The two Mosquito People stared in disbelief, even exchanging glances with each other.

Because Kangqiao's size was the largest god they had ever seen in their mosquito lives.

It was nearly half again as large as their own God of Sky and Wind.

However, after the shock, one of the two Mosquito People suddenly burst into carefree laughter.

"Hehe, now this is going to be a good show!"

"Looks like only one of these two underground tribes can survive—a God War is bound to happen next!"

"Haha, how thrilling! When we get back, we'll finally have a story to show off to the others."

One Mosquito Person excitedly tugged at his companion, spinning in circles through the sky, acting just like a child.

Yet the other Mosquito Person, though also delighted to witness the grand spectacle about to unfold, suddenly slapped his forehead and exclaimed.

"We need to go back first and notify those Poison Fog Tribe people. We absolutely can't let these Lava Tribe folks succeed in their sneak attack, or the war to come will be way too boring."

"By the way, those Water Tribe people seem to be trading their last batch of supplies with the Poison Fog Tribe. Maybe we can even stir up the Water Tribe to join this war?"

"Haha, great idea!"

"But will they be willing to join? After all, that god of the Lava Tribe looks pretty formidable—wasn't it the one that scared off those two tribes before?"

The other Mosquito Person hesitated, tapping his chin with a finger.

"That's true! What should we do then?"

"Ah, no, no!" The companion Mosquito Person suddenly seemed to remember something.

"A God War is definitely going to happen next! That's a God War! If one of the gods dies in it—"

"That would be the Blood Food of a god! The Water Tribe definitely won't turn a blind eye to that!"

"And I think one of us should go back to inform the elders of our tribe and have them awaken the Mother Goddess. Who gets to feast on this banquet is still up for grabs!"

"Ah! Right, right, we must notify the Mother Goddess. I almost forgot such a huge matter—this is a God War, after all."

The other Mosquito Person suddenly snapped to realization, and his eyes burned with fervor.

If their Mother Goddess could seize the Blood Food of one god from this God War, their status within the tribe would surely skyrocket.

Just thinking about it made both Mosquito People tremble with excitement.

The continent was vast. Even if the dinosaur people marched without rest, reaching the Serpent People's territory would take a dozen days and nights.

But the Mosquito People could fly. Their tribe was only on a large island overseas, not too far away—they had plenty of time.

So, no sooner said than done. Soon, the two seemingly small Mosquito People in the sky were wrapped in a whirlwind and sped away at tremendous speed.