I don't know how long I slumbered, and when I opened my eyes, all I saw was darkness. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

With a few gasps, I regained a little consciousness.

And I was surrounded by riders from enemy countries.

I struggled to touch his nose and breathe.

I tried to push him, but in a daze, he opened his eyes and looked at me.

The two looked at each other with a confused expression.

"Do you remember what just happened?" I said to the enemy rider.

He said a lot of things, and I remembered that we couldn't communicate at all.

I pulled out my phone and turned on the lights.

Only then can I see the darkness around me.

And the wreckage of the plane was not far away, and behind it was a soft piece of what was really a griffon's belly.

It was the griffin that kept the mortal danger out of this time.

Immediately staggered to his feet and shone the griffon with a light source.

The griffon's body was cold and dead.

The enemy rider beside him raised his left hand, and a green shimmer appeared on it and slapped into the griffon's body.

Once or twice.

Three times four times.

I knew it was useless, but I didn't intend to stop him.

I glanced at my phone and there was no service.

The rider next to him slapped about fifty to sixty times, and then stopped panting.

Then the whole head nestled in the griffon's arms, and he cried loudly.

I didn't stop him, he really needs to be released.

The griffons don't stand a chance, and now there are planes left.

I carefully illuminated the plane in the distance with the lights, almost fragmented.

I glanced at my phone, and it was still 63 percent charged.

Holding on for a while, I thought about heading to the plane to see if I could find the battery.

With difficulty, he got up and moved to the plane and looked at the frame.

The engine was not lightly injured, and there was no way to use it again.

But there are still many steps to convert the battery into a mobile phone battery.

I looked up at the sky.

Above is a beautiful white line, the only thing that can be seen in the sky.

I reached out to grasp the white thread, thinking about the hundred-meter-wide rift.

In his own position, it has become such a thin white line, and the depth here can be imagined.

And at this time, the surrounding area, the originally quiet valley bottom.

I was drawn to a small cacophony of sounds.

I shone the light source of my phone at the Imperial rider.

He pulled out the knife at his waist and held it high, muttering something in his mouth.

My first instinct was that he was going to kill himself.

I immediately ran to the griffin riders of the enemy land.

It is more appropriate to say that it is a run, and it is more appropriate to limp over.

Just as the griffin rider was about to swing his sword, I laid it out.

Forcibly pressed him under him, grabbed his knife with his right hand and threw it aside.

He started shouting excitedly, but I could only suppress him and do nothing.

It took half an hour of crying for him to begin to calm down.

I gradually let go of my hand and glanced at the phone's battery level to fifty-five.

I guess I was in a hurry and forgot to turn off the flash.

I watched him recover a lot and groped around him.

He took out two more daggers and confiscated them, picked up the knife from the side and stuffed it into the belt around his waist.

He patted the enemy rider on the shoulder again, made a gesture of taking a bowl to eat, and pointed to the distance.

I don't know if he can understand me and I'm going to go far away to find something to eat.

He shook his head, then nodded.

I touched my stomach and was indeed hungry.

I didn't care so much about moving forward, but I didn't expect him to stand up and follow me.

I pulled a dagger from his pocket and handed it to him.

He took the dagger and nodded.

Leaning on the faint light of our phones, we headed towards the side of the rift.

I don't know how long I walked, but I saw a cave with a glimmer of light.

I was about to go in, but I was stopped by an enemy rider.

He shook his head at me and said a lot.

I know he may feel in danger.

I shook my hand at him and gave him a thumbs up.

He pointed outside again and made a gesture to wipe his neck.

I felt he understood what I meant, and I walked into the cave again.

As soon as I walked in, I was shocked.

The further down the cave entrance went, there were more and more flame patterns on the wall, and I thought these flame patterns were burned by magma.

The slow flow in the cracks in the rocks lit up the pathway, so I turned off my phone to save power.

I tried to touch the wall, but my hand was burned before I was half a hand.

The flame pattern stretches inward, and the temperature gets hotter and hotter.

The enemy rider held my hand tighter and tighter, as if trying to pull me out of the hole.

I turned around and shook my head at him again.

More than ten meters, it is about fifty degrees inside.

It was covered with a thick black cloth, and there were no flame patterns when it arrived.

And I was sweating all over.

I took a breath and touched my hand with the black cloth, it wasn't hot.

Like animal fur, I put a hand in it.

I didn't feel the heat, and I walked in.

And the enemy riders did not come in.

The temperature inside is not high, it can even be said that it is much lower.

I saw the scene in front of me, and I was shocked.

It's big inside, it's actually a tribe.

They were very white-skinned and had no clothes on.

At this time, they all noticed me, and they just looked at me in a daze and then began their own work.

It's like I don't exist.

I immediately stuck my head out of the black cloth.

At this time, the enemy rider was outside the black cloth, and the frost on his hands slowly rose to keep himself cool.

The magician is good, I shouted at him and beckoned.

He came over suspiciously.

I immediately grabbed his hand and pulled him in.

Looking at him sweating profusely, I smiled wryly and pointed in front of me.

The faces of the enemy riders were shocked.

He seemed to want to go over and was pulled back by me.

He looked at me quizzically, and I felt the need to take a closer look.

I observe this little world.

Layers of magma spiraled down from the top stone wall, and flame patterns appeared one after another to illuminate the entire world.

The lines stopped at a height of seven or eight meters above, followed by black rocks.

The tents in the village were supported by black sticks covered with black cloth blocking the doors.

And the people of the village are busy with their own business.

Build a house and tidy up the animals in captivity.

Appear orderly.

These people are particularly white, which is probably caused by not being exposed to the sun.

Both men and women do not wear clothes, but cover their private parts with black cloth.

The enemy rider pulled me towards the crowd.

Facing the first white man.

A white man who was tying up an insect handed over a bug that had been tied.

One was given to me and the enemy riders.

We take the insects and are overwhelmed.

The insect has six legs, and looks like a crab.

Can you eat it?

At this time, the white man broke a stone, and under the stone there were flame patterns.

The white man pressed an insect against it, and for a moment the aroma filled his nose.

The white man took the insect out, broke open the shell, and ate it.

We imitated the cat and the tiger, and followed the movements of the white man, and pressed the insect against the flame pattern.

The smell was so fragrant that I took it out and broke it open.

When I took a bite of the meat, it tasted almost exactly the same as a crab.

I looked at the insects in amazement, and even more at the white man who was tied up in front of me.

He continued to tie up as if we had nothing to do with him.

I found a corner and crouched down, and the enemy riders followed my example.

At this time, a pair of old men came in front of them, also snow-white.

They stood in front of us and bowed, and I immediately pulled the enemy rider to his feet and returned the bow.

The old man waved his hand, and a group of white men handed over a pile of black cloth and black sticks.

Then the two white men began to set up tents where we were sitting.

The old man began to point to the white man who had just tied the insects, and then placed two boxes in front of us.

One with a lid and one empty.

There was also this pile of long black rope on the ground.

The old man said a lot of words in his mouth, and then picked up the stick handed by the white man beside him and poked it downward.

Later, we saw rolling lava coming out of the hole.

Then the old man covered it with a stone, and the stone was full of patterns of flames.

Then the old man opened the sealed box, took out an insect from it, and put it in my hand.

And he gave me a long black rope, and the old man stood there and looked at me.

I glanced at the white man in the distance and learned to help the insects toss them into the empty box.

The old man bowed to me again, and then slowly left.

The enemy rider next to me patted me on the shoulder, and I smiled wryly and took an insect from the sealed box and threw it into his hand.

He babbled on a lot of things I didn't understand, and he started tying up insects, and I had to go on working.

It took us a long time to finish a basket, and then a couple of white men came over again, leaving six insects with the frames to leave.

I guess that's the food they left for us.

The Imperial rider lay down in the tent exhausted, panting.

I placed three of the six beside the enemy rider, untied the one I had tied and pressed it to the flame pattern.

It was scalded and cooked, and it was eaten.

With a full hiccups, I got up and planned to walk around the village.

I turned on my phone's camera to find out and record the secrets.

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