[mudling]

thanks fuzzleman54321 i thought i'd never touch that story again. i owe you! i will continue ASAP.

*edit* i'm sorry it took so long, but, here it is!

Chapter 5

We had been wandering around for ages. I had realized that my plan didn’t make sense, why were we finding the mudokons, why didn’t that village just come with us? Then I tripped, I fell head first into a pool. Worry fish started to jump out everywhere and then the sligs immediately aimed there guns at the bushes, without even glancing at me. I soon realized what was happening, the school of worry fish had alerted a sea rex. We all looked at our submerged hips. We started to scream, but bonzey kept us quiet. Then a stream of bubbles appeared, followed by a mouth full of pointy, massive teeth coming out of the water. Straight towards me! The sligs repeatedly started shooting at it. Then it became fleech food, sinking into the water.
We continued through the mist, eating worryfish and fleeches when we needed to. We had to be quick, when the night came and the mudokon moon appeared, we climbed onto the small scarce, dying trees and hoped we wouldn’t become sea rex, fleech or any food.
I started to close my eyes, when I noticed something in the corner of my eyes. Grubb ambush! The sligs started to shoot as I searched my small bag for a spooce bow. A spear just above thudder’s head and an arrow hit the side of my loincloth. As the grubbs retreated, they were met by the cold, dark faces of the gluckons, riding there cozy sligcopter.
We were taken capture, along with the grubbs.
We were dragged out of the village we were taken to, the one we couldn’t find. It was run by glockons and they had made the mudokons the new sligs in order to survive.
We were addressed by the biigest of the glockons, the red glockstar. So, you the ones lookin’ for them mudokons. “We need help, those muds you savin are controlled by the cartel, each one has a base full of us. You find as many as you can see and then return to the cartol, then rescue squads will come for us.” I suddenly found myself shouting, “I don’t get it, we don’t you get your sliglicopter and get out of here, why don’t you just save yourselves!” “You don’t understand”, he said calmly, “we don’t need to stay here, but if we leave, the grubbs, sligs(he shuddered when he said the word) and wolvarks and many other creatures will sluagter the mudokons, they need us to get the food and weapons and moolah. This slig copter couldn’t last long in this fog, lucky we could hear your big ass fight.” Then he finished with, “if you wanna quit, we’ll contact those vykers to pick you up and bring you home.
I made up my mind, “well, where is the next village”? I asked.