Chapter 56: wide awake

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

At the next moment, Locke saw a few clumps of trees between the cliffs, but Locke descended too fast, and it was too late to catch it. He could only leave his hand out as a regret. Although his eyes were stabbed by the strong wind, but Locke still looked down firmly, he was ready to face death. A dark green pool? Before Locke's brain responded, "Bang!" Locke lost consciousness under the huge impact.

I don't know how long time has passed. Locke seems to have arrived in a dark place. He doesn't remember how he got to this place or where it is. Even Locke forgets who he is. Locke walked, ran, looked, and stared blankly, like a magic doll without thought, mechanically doing some behaviors that he didn't understand.

Maybe it's been like this all my life? Locke in the numbness suddenly had a thought, and then there was a pain, so that the numb Locke was awake a little, more and more pain, more and more pain. Finally, this dark place seemed to open a skylight, and light came in.

When Locke woke up, the first thing that caught his eyes was a huge and fuzzy pliers. After shaking his head and letting himself wake up a lot, a gray creature with strange looks, eyes protruding, eight legs, and a horizontal walk stood beside him In front of the bridge of his nose, the strange creature was using its larger pliers in a long and short pair of pliers to pinch Locke's arm. After consciousness returned, Locke finally knew where his pain came from.

This strange-looking little guy, who was small in size, was slapped in size, and his strength was not small. He even broke Rock's arm, causing Locke to have a wound on his arm. Yes, Locke's condition is very poor at this time, there is no intact place from head to toe, there are scratches and bruises everywhere, and the chest is even breathless.

Locke's right hand pulled down the strange creature that was still tightly clamped on his left arm. The moment the biological pliers left Locke's arm, a faint blood arrow spurted from Locke's arm.

"Mad!" Locke cursed, grabbing the creature with his right hand and slamming a rock at the side.

This guy's shell is quite stiff, and after colliding with sharp stone corners, only a white mark appeared on the back shell of the strange creature.

Watching this guy continue to open his teeth and dance claws, Locke was angry. "Bang! Bang! Bang!" Somehow, the back shell of the strange creature finally broke, and white flesh and yellow slurry flowed out of its body. Lock looked at this The guy's claws opened, and finally there was no movement, and he threw it on the ground beside him.

Locke recovered, and looked around. This is a small dark green lake, surrounded by a pale white sand beach, except for the thing that Locke just smashed to death, there is no living thing. Directly above the lake is a mountain wall, which is so high that it can't see its head. The rest of the direction is dense forest, quietly in the lush forest.

who am I? Locke thought. Locke? Yes, my name is Locke. Why am I here? The blood-red armored man, Uncle Carl with a broken arm, the blood-red leather armor pierced through his throat, the dead Dahl, Klein, the escaping Sauron, and finally the cliff of the abyss... All these scenes from Locke’s mind In the middle, he finally remembered everything.

The violent smash of the strange creature just now made Locke feel as if he was falling apart, sore and unbearable. Locke looked at his condition. His wounds, large and small, were uncountable. The flesh was rolling, and the blood was all over his body. It looked scary. The most serious thing should be the chest. It may have hit the lake when it fell. The chest has suffered most of the impact. A feeling of depression makes the sore and uncomfortable Locke more uncomfortable, as if he is about to die. .

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

Locke had just stood up, but he hadn't stood still yet. Severe pain came from all over his body. He almost turned his head again, and all the wounds slowly leaked blood.

Even if it is still alive, it is estimated that it will not be long, Locke thought.

A white figure on the lake not far away appeared in the corner of Locke's eyes. Locke turned his head to see how to forget the princess. But no, the white figure on the lake was Angelina who fell off the cliff with him. She was floating quietly on the lake.

Locke, who has long been a civilian and a low-level sergeant, first responded by saving her in the past, but this is the princess, the daughter of their great Majesty King Forstan.

Locke has been catching fish and shrimp in the river by the village since he was little. He still knows the water, dragging his tired and sore body. Locke jumped into the water and swam towards Angelina's location.

What kind of water is this? Originally, the pain of the body was still within the range of Locke. After entering the water, various sensations of irritation and soreness came from Locke's wound, just like sprinkling salt on the wound, the painful Locke almost fainted. During the swim, some lake water entered Locke's mouth. Locke finally knew why. The water in this lake was all salt water.

After swimming near Angelina, Locke held Angelina in one hand and threw one hand desperately towards the shore.

Finally on the shore, Locke dragged Angelina to the side, and then suddenly fell down on the sand as if she were falling apart, panting heavily.

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

Looking around, there was no living creature at all, and something filled his stomach. Locke fell on his back and opened his limbs in preparation for the arrival of death. There was no water or food in this place, and he was hurt all over again, without a trace of strength, it was simply desperate.

Locke was in a calm mood at this time, because he felt that he should have died long ago. When the blood-red armor chased him, he should have died when he jumped off the cliff. The sun shining through the woods shining on Locke's face, Locke's expression at this time is indifferent.

wrong! Locke seemed to remember something. When he was exhausted, he sat up alive again and looked at the strange creature he had just killed. The broken carapace, the pale flesh of the flesh is yellow syrup, so attractive in Locke's eyes.

Locke struggled to stand up, stumbled over, grabbed the body of the strange white creature, and walked back. After sitting down against Angelina again, Locke licked his lips and couldn't wait to put his mouth on the carapace in his hand. First, he took a bite of white meat, which was tender and tender, and licked the yellow pulp around the carapace. The taste is a bit astringent, but Locke doesn't care at all, even the astringent yellow water gives Locke a feeling of drinking sweet springs. Slap the bigger meat, let Locke fight the situation of eating a luxurious dinner.

As to whether this thing can be eaten or not, it is no longer within Locke's consideration. He hasn't eaten anything for years as a soldier. He has eaten centipedes and spiders. He has eaten them roasted, and he even has some thoughts on eating this kind of insect.

The meat and water contributed by the off-white strange creatures are very limited. After the initial tasting, Locke ate half of them. When he was about to dry the rest, Locke saw the unconscious Angelina next to him.

It seemed like a princess, Locke thought. I don't know if I can live in this place. I still care about so much. When an idea came, Locke hesitated whether to share the food in her hands.

Angelina lay quietly beside Locke at this time. After cleaning the lake, Angelina's white face appeared in front of Locke, and her clothes were soaked in water, exposing her bumpy figure, like a quiet angel .

Locke's brow furrowed, and the food left in his hand reached Angelina's mouth, and his heart softened.

Because Angelina was still in a coma, the feeding process was very difficult. Many of the meat was stuck between Angelina's teeth and was not swallowed by her. Fortunately, there was some juice. Angelina in the coma seemed to feel it. The importance of these waters, the body naturally drank the yellow syrup contributed by the strange creature, and even swallowed the white meat in the mouth before.

As for whether the yellow pulp is the brain or blood of the creature, Locke doesn't care, and of course, the unconscious Angelina doesn't know. What embarrassed Locke was that Angelina might be too thirsty. After drinking the juice in the carapace, her tongue caught up, sucking Locke’s finger holding the carapace, and sucking in the remaining water on Locke’s finger. In the mouth.

Locke made a big blush and hurriedly pulled his fingers out of Angelina's mouth. "Bao", the sound of the sound made Locke shake.

After throwing away the messy thoughts in his heart, Locke threw away the carapace in his hand. The strange white creature, except for a thin carapace that could prove its existence, all entered the mouths of Locke and Angelina. Locke was not picky eater, except for the hard carapace, he swallowed all the cartilage internal organs. If Locke’s strength hadn’t been restored, the strange creature’s pliers were hard, and he wanted to open the pliers that cut his skin from another pliers of different size to see if there was anything to eat.

After a rest, the meat of that thing was estimated to have been digested, and Locke finally had a touch of strength. Since he was not dead, he would fight to live, Locke thought. There can't be just one strange creature with this kind of gray-white crust. With so many legs, this thing should like to live in a dark place like centipedes and spiders.

Locke stood up and walked to the closest stone to him. There was no sand in the blank area. He felt that there should be surprises under the stone—

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