Heimarian Odyssey Chapter 56: Sober
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At the last moment, what Locke saw were the clouds on the top of the mountain, the abyss below the mountain, and the icy sharp edge behind him, the blood-red armor man with sharp eyes.
The next moment, Locke saw a few clumps of unexpected trees between the cliffs, but Locke descended too fast to catch it. He could only leave as a pity that he just stretched out his hand, even though he was stabbed by the strong wind. Opened his eyes, but Locke still looked down firmly, he was ready to face death. A dark green pool? Before Locke's brain could react, "Bang!" Under the huge impact, Locke lost consciousness.
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, he doesn't know where it is. Even Locke has forgotten who he is. Locke walked, ran, peered, and stared blankly, like a magic puppet without thinking, mechanically doing some behaviors he didn't understand.
Perhaps the whole life passed like this? The numb Locke suddenly had a thought, and then a pain, which made the numb Locke awake a little, and it hurts more and more. Finally, this dark place seemed to have opened a skylight, and light came through.
The first thing Locke saw when he woke up was a huge and fuzzy pliers. After shaking his head to make himself sober, a strange-looking, protruding eye, eight-legged gray creature walking sideways Standing in front of the bridge of his nose, the strange creature was using the larger of its long and short pliers to pinch Locke's arm. After returning to consciousness, Locke finally knew where the pain came from.
This strange-looking little guy, not big, just the size of a palm, and with a lot of strength, actually broke Locke's arm, causing the wounded Locke to have another wound on his arm. Yes, Locke was in a very poor state at this time. From head to toe, there was no good place, there were scratches and bruises everywhere, and his chest was full of breath.
Locke's right hand dragged down the strange creature that was still tightly clamped on his left arm. The moment the biological forceps left Locke's arm, a faint blood arrow spouted from Locke's arm.
"Made!" Locke cursed, grabbing the creature with his right hand and smashing it against a nearby stone.
The shell of this guy was quite hard. After colliding with the sharp stone edges, only a white mark appeared on the back shell of the strange creature.
Looking at this guy continuing to spread his teeth and claws, Locke became angry, "Bang! Bang! Bang!" For an unknown number of times, the back shell of the strange creature finally shattered, and white flesh and yellow slurry flowed out of its body. Locke watched this guy spread his eight claws, and finally stopped moving, and threw it on the ground next to him.
Locke recovered and looked around. This is a small dark green lake surrounded by a beach of pale white sand. Except for the thing Locke just killed, there is no living thing. Right above the lake is a mountain wall, which is so high that you can't see the head. The other direction is dense forest, quiet in the lush forest.
Who am I? Locke thought. Locke? Yes, my name is Locke. Why am i here? Blood-red armored man, Uncle Carl with a broken arm, blood-red leather armored soldiers stabbed through the throat, dead Dahl, Klein, Sauron running away, 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 seem to fall apart, and his body was sore and unbearable. Locke took a look at his condition. There were countless wounds all over his body, flesh and blood tumbling, and blood stains all over his body. It looked scary. The most serious thing should be the chest. It may be that it hit this lake when it fell. The chest suffered most of the impact. A feeling of suffocation made the sore and unbearable Locke even more uncomfortable, as if he was about to die immediately. .
The half-body armor has fallen apart, leaving only a few pieces of iron hanging on the body, showing its existence. Locke's long sword is no longer at his waist, I don't know where it fell. The clothes and trousers were scratched to varying degrees, like a pile of cloth hanging on Locke.
Just as Locke stood up, he hadn't stood still, severe pain came from his whole body, and he almost turned his head over again, and the wounds all over his body slowly leaked blood.
Even if you are still alive now, I guess it won't last 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 looked at him. He had forgotten 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 at this time.
Locke, who has long been a civilian and a low-level non-commissioned officer, first reacted to save her in the past. This is the princess, the daughter of their great King Faustin.
Rock has always been fishing and catching shrimps in the river by the village since he was a child. He was still aware 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? The body pain was still within the range of Locke's endurance. After the water entered, all kinds of sensations of stimulation and soreness came from Locke's wound, like a salt on the wound, and the painful Locke almost fainted. Some lake water entered Locke's mouth during the tour, and Locke finally knew why. The water in this lake was all salt water.
After swimming near Angelina, Locke grabbed Angelina with one hand, and thumped desperately with the other, swimming towards the shore.
Finally on the shore, Locke dragged Angelina to the side, and then instantly her body fell on the sand as if she fell apart, panting roughly.
It should be noon, and the sun shines on Locke's face through the gap in the woods. Locke licked his shriveled lips. He was thirsty and hungry at this time, and he had just poured a mouthful of salty lake water, which made Locke's throat very uncomfortable, as if a piece of iron was stuck in it.
Looking around, there is no living thing at all. Something is filling his stomach. Locke fell on his back, spreading his limbs, ready to welcome death. There was no water or food in this place, and he was wounded all over, without a trace of strength, it was a desperate situation.
Locke was in a calm mood at this time, because he felt that he should have died long ago. When the blood-red armored man was chasing him, when he jumped off the cliff, he should have died. The sun shines on Locke's face through the light spots of the woods, and Locke's expression at this time is indifferent.
No! Locke seemed to think of something. When he was exhausted, he sat up alive again and looked at the strange creature he had just killed. The broken carapace and the yellow pulp between the white flesh were so alluring in Locke's eyes.
Locke struggled to stand up, hobbled over, grabbed the body of the gray and white strange creature, and walked back. After sitting down next to Angelina again, Locke licked his lips and couldn't wait to put his mouth on the carapace in his hand. First, he lightly took a bite of the white meat, which was tender and smooth, and licked the yellow juice around the carapace The taste was a bit astringent, but Locke didn't care at all, and even this astringent yellow water gave Locke a feeling of drinking a sweet spring. Slap the meat a little bit bigger, so that Locke fought to eat a luxurious meal.
As for whether this thing can be eaten, whether it is poisonous, it is no longer within Locke's consideration. As a soldier these years, he has not eaten anything, that is, centipedes and spiders. He has roasted them and eaten them, and even has some experience in eating such insects.
The meat and water contributed by the gray and white strange creatures are very limited. After the initial tasting, Locke ate half of it in two bites. When he was about to dry the remaining parts in one breath, Locke saw Angelie who was unconscious next to him. Na.
This looks like a princess, Locke thought. This place still doesn't know if it can survive. What's the matter with all that? When a thought came, Locke hesitated whether to share the little food in her hands.
Angelina was lying quietly next to Locke at this time. After being washed by the lake, Angelina’s white face was shown in front of Locke, and her clothes were soaked in water, revealing her rugged figure, like a woman Quiet angel.
Locke frowned, and still stretched 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. A lot of the meat is stuck between Angelina’s teeth and has not been swallowed by her. Fortunately, there is still some juice, like Angelina in a coma. Feeling the importance of these waters, the body naturally drank the yellow juice contributed by the strange creature, and even the white meat in her mouth was swallowed by her.
As for whether the yellow syrup was the brain or blood of the creature, Locke didn't care, and Angelina, who was in a coma, certainly didn't know. What embarrassed Locke was that Angelina might be too thirsty. After drinking the juice in the carapace, her tongue actually followed, sucking on Locke’s fingers holding the carapace, and sucking in the remaining water on Locke’s fingers. In the mouth.
Locke made a big red face, and quickly took his finger out of Angelina's mouth, "Boom", the sound of the withdrawal made Locke's heart sway.
After throwing away all the messy thoughts in his heart, Locke threw away the carapace in his hand. The gray-white strange creature, except for a thin carapace that could prove its existence, the rest entered the mouths of Locke and Angelina. Locke was not picky eaters. He swallowed everything except the hard carapace, including the cartilage and internal organs. If it wasn't for Locke's strength yet to recover, and the pliers of the strange creature were hard, he would want to open the pliers that broke his skin and the other pliers of a different size to see if there was anything in it.
After a short break, the flesh of that thing was probably digested, and Locke finally had a trace of strength. Since he was not dead, he had to fight to survive, Locke thought. This place can't have only one strange creature with this gray-white carapace. This thing has so many legs, it should like to live in dark places like centipedes and spiders.
Locke stood up and walked to the stone closest to him. There was a blank area of sand nearby, and there was no dark place at all. He felt that there should be a surprise under the stone.
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