When we set out in the morning and at noon, the expedition team that had been trekking finally arrived around the termite tide.

When they really saw the grand occasion of the termite tide, the expedition team realized that Mu Lao’s description was too modest.

It was definitely a forest land of more than one square kilometer, and it was now occupied by densely packed termites.

The winged ones without wings, the flying ones are not able to fly, the short ones are long, the big soldier ants, the small worker ants... Just looking at each other from a distance, it seems that you can hear the overwhelming tide of the termite tide gnawing on the forest.

In areas covered by termite tides, every few minutes, there will be broken branches or the trunk of giant trees that are rising up in the sky, falling down and rumbling down, making it a grand view.

Looking at the white insects crawling around in the sky on the branches on the ground, I said that there are millions or tens of millions, probably all of them are small.

"This... this is not normal. It's already winter. These termites have to spend the winter too, right?" The one who sighed in disbelief was Mu Zu. The old man had a steady personality. He originally thought it was Mu Nu's unilateral exaggeration, but now he realizes that he is completely wrong.

"If all these insects are cooked, how many meals can you eat?" Unlike Mu Zu's panic, Luan stared at the white insects all over the mountains and said with saliva.

After hearing this sigh, some people nodded with gratitude, and even Yang Fan almost nodded.

As the saying goes, follow the customs. When you eat too many insects on weekdays, you will get used to it, and such a large amount of money suddenly appears in front of you. It really makes you feel a little dazzled.

Moreover, although termites are close relatives to cockroaches, their white and tender appearance look much more delicious than cockroaches.

"Be serious! Be serious! This is a matter of life and death!" Looking at the juniors' indifferent look, Mu Zu regretted that the stationed staff was not strong enough, "What should we do now? If the termite tide continues, and there is no snow within ten days, they can chew on the tree house..."

"It won't snow when God doesn't snow, so let's find a way to let it go. Isn't there such magic?" Luan Cang said.

"I am a magician. Do you think I will not know? Change the climate, the minimum is level 7 magic. Whether you buy a magic card or hire a master-level mage, it is not something our village can afford." Mu Zu sighed, sighing infinitely.

"Even if it is in the name of applying for aid, it is too late to pass if it is only more than ten days..."

"It's not difficult to say it, let's see you all look so anxious!" Looking at the old man's anxious and white face, Luan sneered and shook his head, "It's good to say in one sentence, kill people in the dark night, and set fire to the sky with high winds."

"It's barely late autumn now, and the weather is dry and the things are dry. We'll burn the termites forest in a fire, wouldn't it be nice!"

"Nothing!" Mu Zu blew his beard and glared.

"No!" Although Mu Nu's voice was light, he was firm and unquestionable.

"Our Zhe Village has a total of about 100 people. When the fire is set, it is not enough to control the fire. Once it spreads, the damage to the forest will only be greater. Not to mention the tree houses, I am afraid that even the caves will not be able to live in the cave."

Mu Zu considers it from a technical perspective, while Mu Nu, who is purely a wood planting spirit, could tolerate the arson plan of this group of people so casually, she would not have become a wood planting spirit.

"This is not OK, that is not OK. What else can we do?" Luan suddenly spread his hands and shrugged, as if he was about to give up his pick.

"In fact, there is no need to make such a hurry. Is there a safer way?" Xun thought about the village chief Luan Cang after he spoke for a long time.

"What's the solution?" Yu Zhe turned his head and looked at him.

"Everyone knows that although termites feed on wood, some plants never touch them. Just take some juice and apply them to..."

"That's all the way to deal with an ant colony in the past. Can it be used to deal with insect tides? In the past, that's only a lot. Look in front of you!" Mu Zu pointed at the ruins in the forest in the distance and said without any worries.

In fact, Luan Cang knew that this method was not good, and his voice was getting smaller and smaller. The reason why he mentioned it was just to calm down and by the way it was a broader idea.

While the crowd was talking, Yang Fan was distracted. When talking about regulating termites, he really had two tricks to deal with.

I remember that in the 25th century, the solution to completely solve termites was first completed by several genetic scholars. When he encountered an ant wave in this era, his memory couldn't help but fly back to the past.

Academically, termites are incompletely perverted insects and are close relatives to cockroaches. In fact, ants with completely perverted roots are not the same.

This little thing actually has no digestive system at all, or its digestive system does not have digestive functions at all. The reason why it can feed on wood and consume salt is mainly because it parasitizes a flagellate in its body.

This flagellate can secrete fiber-decomposition enzymes, converting the fibers of trees into sugars for termites to absorb.

Therefore, to kill this gadget with tenacious vitality, you only need to create a bacteria that can infect this flagellate, so that the bacteria can spread to one hundred times in the termite colony. In the end, the termites will survive to death by dying the wood fibers that cannot be digested.

Speaking of eradicating termite disasters, the focus of this matter is actually not here at all. Yang Fan suddenly remembered one of the most important derivatives of this matter.

That is, the wood-eating biochemical system built based on the genetic characteristics of flagellar saplings is equipped with a food processor that only needs to be filled with wood and an appropriate amount of water to provide convenient food synthesized from proteins, amino acids and vitamins.

Although that thing is made like toothpaste and is so terrible, if you can make a few, the food problems in the entire Zhe Village will be solved, and there is no need to eat caterpillars every day.

Yang Fan’s unintentional idea was actually this, but... now there is neither material nor a laboratory that meets the specifications. No matter how beautiful the imagination is, it can only be just a painting cake to satisfy your hunger.

He was thinking about traveling thousands of miles, but Luan turned his head suddenly and asked him: "You beg for nothing in the morning and asked us to take you out. Now the situation is like this. What are you good ways to do that?"

"What good way can you do? Capture the king first. Even if the termite tide is large, since it can gather here, there will definitely be only a pair of ant king queen and a small number of reproductive ants." Yang Fan was stunned for a moment and then said.

"As long as these guys can be killed, such a large termite community will completely lose its reproductive ability and no reason to act collectively, so they will naturally part with their own families."

"Yes, why didn't we expect it!" a group of people clapped their legs and said.
Chapter completed!