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

The next moment, Locke saw a few abrupt trees between the cliffs, but Locke fell too fast to catch it, so he could only leave the hand he had just stretched out as a regret, although he was pierced by the strong wind and couldn't open his eyes, but Locke still looked down firmly, he was ready to face death. Before Locke's brain could react, "Bang!" Locke lost consciousness under the huge impact.

I don't know how long it took, Locke seemed to be in a place full of darkness, he couldn't remember how he got there, he didn't know where it was, and even Locke forgot who he was. Locke walked and ran, looking, and looking blankly, like a puppet without thinking, mechanically doing something he didn't understand.

Maybe the whole life has passed like this? The numb Locke suddenly had a thought, and then a burst of pain made the numb Locke sober up a little, and it hurt more and more, and it hurt more and more. Finally, this place full of darkness seemed to open a skylight, and the light came in.

The first thing that caught Locke's eye when he woke up was a large, vague pair of pincers, and after shaking his head to sober himself up a lot, a strange-looking, eight-legged, sideways gray creature stood in front of the bridge of his nose, and the strange creature was clinging to Locke's arm with the larger of its long and short pincers. When consciousness returned, Locke finally knew where the pain was coming from.

This strange-looking little guy is not big, only the size of a palm, and his strength is not small, and he actually broke Locke's arm, making Locke, who was covered in injuries, have another wound on his arm. Yes, Locke was in a very poor state at this time, from head to toe, there was no intact place, there were scratches and bruises everywhere, and his chest was even more stuffy.

Locke's right hand dragged down the strange creature that was still clinging tightly to his left arm, and the moment the creature pincers left Locke's arm, a faint bloody arrow erupted from Locke's arm.

"Made!" Locke cursed, grabbing the creature with his right hand and slamming it into a nearby stone.

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

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

Locke came to his senses and looked around. It was a small, dark green lake, surrounded by a pale white sandy beach, and there wasn't a single living thing except the one Locke had just stoned. Directly above the lake is a mountain wall, which is so high that there is no end in sight. The rest of the way is a dense forest, and the verdant forest is quiet.

Who am I?, Locke thought. Locke: Yes, my name is Locke. Why am I here?The blood-red armored man, Uncle Karl with a broken arm, the blood-red armored soldier who was stabbed in the throat, the dead Dahl and Crane, the fleeing Sauron, and finally the cliff of the abyss。。。。。。 The scene of it all slipped through Locke's mind, and he finally remembered everything.

The violent smashing of the strange creature just now made Locke feel like he was falling apart at this time, and his whole body was sore and unbearable. Locke looked at his condition, there were countless wounds all over his body, the flesh was rolling, and the blood was all over his body, which was quite scary to look at. The most serious should be the chest, it may have hit this lake when it fell, and the chest suffered most of the impact, and a feeling of tightness made the sore Locke even more uncomfortable, as if he was about to die immediately.

The half-length armor had fallen apart, leaving only a few pieces of iron still hanging from its body, showing that it had once existed. Locke's sword was no longer at his waist, and he didn't know where it had fallen. His clothes and pants were scratched to varying degrees, like a pile of strips of cloth hanging on Locke's body.

As soon as Locke stood up, before he could stand firmly, a sharp pain came from all over his body, and he almost turned his head again, and blood slowly oozed from the wounds all over his body.

Even if he was alive now, he probably wouldn't be alive for long, Locke thought to himself.

A white figure appeared in the corner of Locke's eye on the lake not far away, and Locke turned his head to see how he had forgotten the princess. No, the white figure on the lake was Angelina who fell off the cliff with him, and she was floating quietly on the lake at this time.

Locke, who has been a civilian and a low-level non-commissioned officer for a long time, his first reaction is to go over and save her, this is the princess, the daughter of their great King Faustin.

Locke has been fishing and catching shrimp in the river at the edge of the village since he was a child, and he still knows the nature of the water, dragging his tired and sore body, Locke jumped into the water with a 'plop' and swam towards Angelina's location.

What kind of water is this? Originally, the pain in the body was still within the range of Locke's bearing, but after entering the water, all kinds of sensations of stimulation and soreness came from Locke's wound, as if a handful of salt had been sprinkled on the wound, and Locke almost fainted in pain. In the process of swimming, some lake water entered Locke's mouth, and Locke finally knew why, the water in this lake was all salt water.

After swimming to Angelina's vicinity, Locke grabbed Angelina with one hand and flapped desperately with the other, swimming towards the shore.

Finally ashore, Locke dragged Angelina to the side, and then instantly fell to the sand like a shelf, panting roughly.

It should be noon, and the sun shines through the gaps in the trees and onto Locke's face. Locke licked his shriveled lips, he was thirsty and hungry at this time, and the salty lake water he had just poured made Locke's throat very uncomfortable, as if a piece of iron was stuck in it.

Looking around, there was no living creature at all, and there was nothing to fill his stomach. Locke fell on his back, his limbs spread out, ready for death. There was no water or food in this place, and he was covered in injuries and had no strength, it was a desperate situation.

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

No, as if remembering something, Locke sat up alive again when he was exhausted, and looked at the strange creature he had just stoned to death. The broken carapace, the white flesh and the yellow pulp, were so tempting in Locke's eyes.

Locke struggled to his feet, staggered over, grabbed the corpse of the strange gray-white creature, and walked back. After sitting down against Angelina again, Locke licked his lips, couldn't wait to put his mouth on the carapace in his hand, first gently bit the white meat, the meat was tender, and then licked the yellow pulp around the carapace, the taste was a little astringent, but Locke didn't care at all, and even this slightly astringent yellow water gave Locke a feeling like drinking a sweet spring. The palm-sized meat made Locke start eating a luxurious meal.

As for whether this thing can be eaten or not, whether it is poisonous or not, it is no longer within Locke's consideration. Over the years as a soldier, he has never eaten anything, even centipedes and spiders, he has roasted and eaten them, and even has some experience in eating this kind of worm.

The gray-white strange creature contributed very little meat and water, and after the initial tasting, Locke ate most of it in two bites, and just as he was about to dry the rest in one go, Locke saw Angelina next to him unconscious.

It's like a princess, Locke thought to himself. I don't know if this place can survive or not, so why do I care so much, a thought came, and Locke hesitated whether to give her a little bit of food in his hand.

Angelina was lying quietly next to Locke at this time, and after being washed by the lake, Angelina's white face was shown in front of Locke, and her clothes were also soaked in water, revealing her bumpy figure, like a quiet angel.

Locke frowned, but still put the remaining food in his hand to Angelina's mouth, and he relented.

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

As for whether the yellow slurry was the brains or blood of the creature, Locke didn't care, and the unconscious Angelina certainly didn't know. To Locke's embarrassment, Angelina may have been too thirsty, and after drinking the little juice in the carapace, her tongue actually followed, sucking Locke's fingers holding the carapace, and inhaling the remaining moisture on Locke's fingers into her mouth.

Locke blushed, and hurriedly pulled his fingers out of Angelina's mouth, "Po", the sound of the withdrawal made Locke's heart swing.

After throwing out the messy thoughts in his heart, Locke casually threw away the carapace in his hand. The strange gray-white creature, except for a thin carapace that could prove its existence, all entered the mouths of Locke and Angelina. Locke was not a picky eater, except for the hard carapace that he couldn't eat, including which cartilage and internal organs, he swallowed. If it weren't for the fact that Locke's strength hadn't regained his strength, and the strange creature's pincers were so hard that he would have wanted to open the pincers that had broken his skin and the other one that was different in size to see if there was anything to eat.

After resting for a while, the flesh of that thing was probably digested, and Locke finally had a little strength, since he was not dead, he had to fight to live, Locke thought. There can't be just one strange creature with this gray-white carapace in this place, this thing 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, which was full of sand grains, and there was no dark place at all, and he felt that there should be a surprise under the stone.

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