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I don't know how long I slept, and all I saw was darkness.

After a few breaths, I regained a little consciousness.

And beside me is the rider of the enemy country.

I touched his nose with difficulty, and breathed.

I tried to push him, and he opened his eyes and looked at me.

The two looked at each other confused.

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

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

I pulled out my phone and turned on the light.

Only to see the dark surroundings.

The wreckage of the plane was not far away, and behind him was a soft griff belly.

It was the griffin that blocked this deadly danger.

Immediately stood up staggeringly, illuminating the griffin with the light source.

The griffin was cold and dead.

The enemy rider next to him lifted his left hand, and a green shimmer emerged and photographed the body of the gryphon.

Once and twice.

Three times and four times.

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

I glanced at the phone, no service.

The rider beside him patted about fifty to sixty times and stopped his hands pale and panting.

Then the whole head was nestled in the griffin's arms, crying loudly.

I didn't stop him, I really need to release it.

The Griffin has no chance, and there are still planes left.

I carefully illuminated the distant plane with lights, almost fragmented.

I glanced at the phone, and the power was still 63%.

For a while, I thought about going to the plane to see if I could find the battery.

Struggling to get up and moved to the plane, checked the frame.

The engine injury was not light, and there was no way to use it again.

But it takes a lot of steps to convert the battery into a mobile phone battery.

I looked up at the sky.

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

I stretched out my hand to grab the white line, thinking about the 100-meter-wide rift.

In this position, it has become such a small white line, the depth here can be imagined.

But around this time, the original quiet valley.

A little subtle noise attracted me.

I shone the light source of the phone towards the imperial rider.

He held a fireball high in his hands at this moment, and was talking about something in his mouth.

My first reaction was that he would commit suicide.

I immediately ran towards the griffon rider of the enemy country.

When it comes to running, limping jumping is more appropriate.

When the Griffon rider was about to think of the fireball in his head, I spread it.

Forcibly pressed him under him, his right hand grabbed his hand with difficulty.

Watching the fireball dissipate in his hand, he began to shout with excitement.

I can only suppress his powerlessness.

After crying for half an hour, his emotions began to calm down.

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

It is estimated that it was too urgent, and I forgot to turn off the flash.

I watched him recover a lot before I got up

I patted the shoulder of the enemy rider again, made a bowl-eating gesture and pointed to the distance.

I don't know if he can understand me and say I'm going to find something to eat in the distance.

He shook his head first, then nodded his head.

I touched my belly and I was really hungry.

I couldn't control so many forwards, I didn't expect him to stand up and follow me.

I drew two daggers from the combat uniform from my pocket and gave him one.

He took the dagger and nodded his head, grasping the dagger in my posture.

I held the dagger in one hand and the phone in the other, and proceeded toward the side of the rift by the faint light.

I don't know how long I walked, I actually saw a cave glowing with light.

I planned to go in, but was caught by the enemy rider.

He shouted a lot at me shaking his head.

I know he may feel dangerous.

I shook my hand at him and pointed to the hole with a thumb.

He pointed outside again, making a gesture of wiping his neck.

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

Just walked in, I was shocked.

There are more and more flame lines on the wall as the hole goes inward. I think these flame lines are burned by magma.

Slowly flowing through the cracks in the rock lit up this pathway, so I turned off my phone to save power.

I tried to touch it close to the wall, but when I touched it, it was almost half a palm and it was already hot.

The flame lines extend towards the inside and the temperature gets hotter and hotter.

Enemy riders held my hands tighter and tighter, as if trying to drag me out of the hole.

I turned around again and shook my head at him.

More than ten meters, it's about fifty degrees inside.

There was a thick layer of black cloth in it, and there was no flame pattern by this time.

And my body is sweaty.

I suffocated my hand and touched the black cloth, not hot.

Like the fur of an animal, I reached into a hand.

Without feeling the heat, I walked in.

The enemy rider did not come in.

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

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

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

They have very fair skin and are not wearing clothes.

All of them noticed me at this time, they just froze at me for a moment and then started their own work.

As if I didn't exist.

I immediately stretched my head out of the black cloth.

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

The magician is just fine. I shouted at him and waved.

He came over with doubt.

I immediately grabbed his hand and pulled him in.

Watching him sweating all over, I smiled bitterly and pointed in front of my eyes.

The face of the enemy rider was shocked.

He threw away the dagger in his hand and seemed to think about it, and was pulled back by me.

He looked at me suspiciously, and I felt I needed to take a closer look.

I observe this small world.

A layer of magma circled down on the top stone wall, and flame patterns appeared one by one to illuminate the whole world.

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

The tent in the village was supported by a black stick covered with black cloth that blocked the door.

The people in the village are busy with their own affairs.

Build houses and organize animals in captivity.

It looks orderly.

These people are particularly white, it is estimated that they have not been exposed to the sun.

Men and women don't wear clothes, just cover their private parts with black cloth.

The enemy rider took me to the crowd, and I had no choice but to throw away the dagger in my hand.

Facing the first white man.

A white man who was binding insects handed over an already bound insect.

One for me and one for the enemy rider.

We were overwhelmed by the insects.

The six-legged insect looks like a crab.

Could it be eaten?

At this time the white man broke apart a stone, and under the stone was the flame pattern.

The white man pressed an insect on it, and the fragrance smelled for a while.

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

We followed the cat and the tiger to learn the movements of the white man and pressed the insect on the flame.

The fragrance is tangy, and I take it apart.

After eating a bite of meat, the taste is almost the same as crab.

I looked at the insects in amazement, and even looked at the white man with the insects in front of me.

He continued to bind, as if we had nothing to do with him.

I found a corner and squatted down. The enemy rider squatted down like I did.

At this moment a pair of old men came, all white.

They stood in front of us and gave a bow. I immediately pulled the enemy rider and got back.

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

Then two white men began to set up tents where we sat.

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

One is covered, the other is empty.

The pile of long black ropes was also placed on the ground.

The old man said a lot in his mouth, and then picked up the stick passed by the white man next to him and struck down.

After pulling out, we saw billowing magma emerging from the hole.

Then the old man covered a stone on it, and the stone flourished in this flamed pattern.

Then the old man opened the sealed frame and took an insect enemy into my hand.

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

I glanced at the white man in the distance and learned to throw insects into the empty frame.

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

The enemy rider patted me on the shoulder, and I smiled and took an insect out of the sealed frame and threw it into his hand.

He quacked a lot of words that I didn't understand and began to tie up insects, and I could only continue to work.

It took us a long time to complete a basket, and then a few white men came over again, leaving six insects to leave with the frame.

I think this is the food they left us.

The imperial rider lay down into the tent, panting, tired.

I placed three of the six next to the enemy rider, pulled aside the bound one and pressed it against the flame.

Red hot and cooked, and eaten up.

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

I turned on the camera of my phone and wanted to know and record the secret here.

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