Chapter 56

At the last moment, Locke saw the clouds at the top of the mountain, the abyss at the bottom of the mountain, the cold edge behind him and the blood red armored man with fierce eyes.

At the next moment, Locke saw several clumps of abrupt trees between the cliffs, but Locke fell too fast to catch it. He could only leave it as a pity that he had just stretched out his hand. Although he was stabbed by the strong wind, Locke still looked firmly below. He was ready to face death. A dark green deep pool? Before Locke's brain reacts, "bang!" Under the great impact, Locke lost consciousness.

I don't know how long it took. Locke seemed to be in a place full of darkness. He didn't remember how he got to this place or where it was. Even Locke forgot who he was. Locke walked, ran, looked and looked blankly, just like a magic puppet without thinking, mechanically doing some behaviors he didn't understand.

Maybe all my life? The numb Locke suddenly had a thought, followed by a burst of pain, which made the numb Locke wake up a little, more and more painful, more and more painful. Finally, the dark place seemed to open a skylight and the light came in.

When Locke woke up, the first thing he saw was a huge and fuzzy pliers. After shaking his head and sobering himself a lot, a strange looking gray creature with prominent eyes and eight legs stood in front of his nose. The strange creature was holding Locke's arm with the larger pliers of its long and short pliers. After returning to consciousness, Locke finally knew where his pain came from.

This strange looking little guy is not big, just the size of a palm, and his strength is not small. He even broke Locke's arm, which made Locke hurt all over, and there was another wound on his arm. Yes, Locke is in poor condition at this time. There is no intact place from head to foot. There are scratches and bruises everywhere, and his chest is stuffy.

Locke's right hand pulled down the strange creature still tightly clamped on his left arm. At the moment when the biological pliers left Locke's arm, a faint blood arrow ejected from Locke's arm again.

"Madder!" Locke cursed, holding the creature in his right hand and smashing it against a stone nearby.

This guy's shell is quite hard. After colliding with sharp stone edges and corners, there is only a white mark on the back shell of strange creatures.

Seeing this guy continue to show his teeth and claws, Locke was angry, "bang! Bang! Bang!" I don't know how many times, the back shell of the strange creature finally broke, and the white meat and yellow slurry flowed out of its body. Locke saw that the guy's eight claws were open, and finally there was no movement, so he threw it on the ground next to him.

Locke recovered and looked around. This is a small dark green lake, surrounded by a light white sand beach. There is no living creature except the thing Locke just killed. Just above the lake is a mountain wall. The mountain wall is very high and you can't see the end. The other direction is dense forest, which is quiet in the lush forest.

Who am I? Locke thought. Locke? Yes, my name is Locke. Why am I here? Blood red armor man, Uncle Carl with broken arm, soldiers in blood red leather armor stabbed through the throat, dead Dar and Klein, escaped Sauron, and finally the cliff of the abyss...... All these scenes slipped through Locke's mind, and he finally remembered everything.

The violent blow to the strange creature just now made Locke feel like a broken frame, and his whole body was sore. Locke looked at his condition. There were countless large and small wounds all over his body. The blood rolled all over his body. It looked very scary. The most serious thing should be his chest. Maybe he hit the lake when he fell. His chest suffered most of the impact. A feeling of tightness made Locke more uncomfortable, as if he was going to die immediately.

The half body armor has been scattered, leaving only a few pieces of iron still hanging on the body, indicating its existence. Locke's long sword is no longer around his waist. I don't know where it fell. The clothes and trousers were scratched to varying degrees, like a pile of cloth strips hanging on Locke.

Locke just got up and didn't stand still. Severe pain came from his whole body. He almost somersaulted again. Blood slowly seeped out of his wounds.

Even if you're still alive, you won't live long, Locke thought.

A white figure on the lake not far away appeared in the corner of Locke's eyes. Locke turned his head and forgot how to forget the princess. No, the white figure on the lake is Angelina who fell off the cliff with him. She is floating quietly on the lake at this time.

Locke, a civilian and petty officer for a long time, first reacted by saving her. This is the princess, the daughter of their great king faustan.

Locke has been fishing and catching shrimp in the river near the village since childhood. He still knows the nature of water. Dragging his tired and sore body, Locke "plopped" into the water and swam to Angelina's position.

What kind of water is this? Originally, the pain of the body was still within Locke's range. Once the water was in, stimulation and pain came from Locke's wound. It was like throwing salt on the wound. Locke almost fainted. During the tour, some lake water entered Locke's mouth. Locke finally knew why. The water in the lake was all salt water.

After swimming near Angelina, Locke grabbed Angelina with one hand and swam to the shore with the other hand.

Finally landed, Locke dragged Angelina to the side, and then his body fell on the sand like a broken frame, panting coarsely.

It should be noon now. The sun shines on Locke's face through the gap between the trees. Locke licked his shriveled lips. He was thirsty and hungry at this time. In addition, he had just filled a mouthful of salty lake water, which made Locke's throat very uncomfortable, as if he had stuck an iron sheet in it.

Looking around, there was no living creature at all. Where did he get something to fill his stomach. Locke fell on his back, his limbs spread out, ready for death. This place has no water, no food, and he is hurt all over and has no strength. It is a desperate situation.

Locke was very calm at this time, because he thought he should have died long ago. When the blood red armor man chased him and jumped off the cliff, he should have died. The sun shines on Locke's face through the light spot of the woods. Locke's expression is indifferent at this time.

incorrect! Locke seemed to think of something. When he was exhausted, he sat up alive and looked at the strange creature he had just killed. The broken shell, white meat and yellow pulp are so attractive in Locke's eyes.

Locke struggled to get up, staggered over, grabbed the gray strange creature's body and walked back. After sitting down against Angelina again, Locke licked his lips and couldn't wait to put his mouth on the shell in his hand. First, he gently bit the white meat. The meat was tender and smooth, and then licked the yellow juice around the shell. The taste was a little astringent, but Locke didn't care. Even the astringent yellow water gave Locke a feeling of drinking sweet spring. The meat with a big palm made Locke eat a luxurious meal.

As for whether this thing can be eaten and whether it is poisonous, it is no longer within Locke's consideration. As a soldier these years, he hasn't eaten anything, that is, centipedes and spiders. He has baked them and even learned something about eating these insects.

The meat and water contributed by the strange gray creatures were very limited. After the initial taste, Locke ate most of them. When he was about to kill the rest in one breath, Locke saw Angelina beside him.

It's like a princess, Locke thought. This place doesn't know whether it can live or not. It doesn't care why so much. An idea came. Locke hesitated to share some of the food in his hand.

Angelina lay quietly beside Locke at this time. After the cleaning of the lake, Angelina's white face was displayed in front of Locke, and her clothes were soaked with water, revealing her concave convex figure, just like a quiet angel.

When Locke frowned, he still put the leftover food in his hand to Angelina's mouth. His heart softened.

Because Angelina is still in a coma, the feeding process is very difficult. Many meat is stuck between Angelina's teeth and has not been swallowed by her. Fortunately, there are some juice. Angelina in a coma seems to feel the importance of these moisture. Her body naturally drank the yellow juice contributed by the strange creature, together with the white meat in her mouth, and was swallowed by her.

As for whether the yellow juice is the creature's brain or blood, Locke doesn't care. Of course, the comatose Angelina doesn't know. To Locke's embarrassment, Angelina may be too thirsty. After drinking the juice in the shell, her tongue caught up, sucked Locke's fingers holding the shell, and sucked the residual water on Locke's fingers into her mouth.

Locke made a big red face and hurriedly took his fingers out of Angelina's mouth, "boo", and the sound made Locke swing in his heart.

After throwing out the messy ideas in his heart, Locke threw away the shell in his hand. The gray strange creature, except a thin shell that can prove its existence, entered the mouth of Locke and Angelina. Locke was not picky about food. He swallowed everything except the hard shell, including the cartilage and internal organs. If Locke hadn't recovered his strength and the pliers of the strange creature were hard, he wanted to open the pliers that cut his skin different from the other one to see if there was anything to eat.

After a rest, the meat of that thing was probably digested. Locke finally had a little strength. Since he was not dead, he had to strive to live. Locke thought so. There can't be only one strange creature with a gray white shell in this place. It has so many legs. It should like to live in a dark place like a centipede and a spider.

Locke stood up and walked to the nearest stone. There was a blank area nearby, full of sand. There was no dark place at all. He thought there should be a surprise under the stone.

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