Chapter 1: Bald chicken

It has been half a month since Georgia fell into this barren land full of stones. During this half month, he was watched by a group of strange people Now, every day I do hard work and transport stones, and my arms are slender.
But this is not the point. The point is that he does n’t understand what he says, he does n’t know what he uses, what he eats is so ugly and he ’s never eaten before, and there ’s no magic here, the air is twisted and dry, full of Something that made him uncomfortable.
This is definitely not his beautiful and lovely hometown. The black hole that suddenly appeared half a month ago seems to have taken him to the center of some bad guy base camp, so that he was caught as soon as he landed.
What is that black hole? Is it a teleportation magic circle made by an evil magician? What is the purpose of that evil magician to get a magic circle so close to the dwarf village? In addition to yourself, are there any other people in the race? After going missing, will the father and mother who are traveling around worry about it?
He was thinking about something messy in his head, but he was not slow in his movements, pretending to hold up a crimson stone, and watching the foot, he walked towards the metal trailer not far away.
"Yoyo, it's been half a month. Why is this little ghost so strong?"
"The radiation of red tin ore is only harmful to the mental power, but does not affect the body. Isn't it normal that the strength is great?"
"I think he is too full, so let him avoid lunch."
"No, no, no dinner at all, ha ha ha."
There was a strange yelling of yin and yang from not far away. Georgia raised his eyelid to look over there, his eyes stopped on the three tall figures tightly wrapped in protective clothing, and he lowered his head and continued to walk towards the trailer.
Although he didn't understand what those people said, just listening to that malicious tone, he knew that he would be starving again today-after all, this was not the first time.
Suddenly he was hit on the shoulder, he held his head sideways, and his eyes were just facing a wretched middle-aged man who was also moving a stone. He frowned without a trace, then winced, pretending to be scared, and lowered his head.
"Little dumb, come to me at night, I'll give you food, how about you stay with me for one night?"
Slick tone, disgusting and stare eyes, although incomprehensible but definitely not kind of questioning.
Georgia was scratching his hands itchingly, and glanced over the metal ring on his wrist. He could only push down the impulse, speeded up his feet and put the stone into the trailer, and then ran back around the middle-aged man to continue to move the stone.
Packing today's metal trailers, Georgia, along with others without protective clothing, was driven back to the pit by the bad guys wearing protective clothing.
Half an hour later, dinner was served and Georgia didn't get anything. The middle-aged man who bumped him before laughed a few times, and started to look at him with that disgusting, staring look.
He frowned, waited for the dinner person to leave, got up and walked deeper, then found a cave depression and put his body in, blocking the entrance with a large stone.
The noise outside was separated by stones, and his tense nerves relaxed slightly. The hole was very dark. Fortunately, the dwarf was a good hand at night, so that he would not become blind.
He took the last piece of dry food from the magic storage ring in the upper left arm and filled the belly. He touched the metal ring on the limbs and took out the pocket hammer from his mother. He controlled the force and aimed at his feet. The metal ring on the wrist lifted carefully.
Half a month was enough for him to find out the surrounding environment. The food in the storage ring had been eaten. If he didn't want to leave, he would be dragged to death here.
These metal rings were worn by the bad guys after they caught him. Their role is unknown, but they are certainly not good. Those who were controlled by him all showed painful expressions after putting on these metal rings. Although he realized that these metal rings had little effect on himself, it was better to take them off before running away for the sake of insurance.
The metal ring was stronger than he thought. Because he was afraid that his voice would be too loud to be found, he was afraid to let go of his hands and feet, so the progress was very slow. About a quarter of an hour later, a crack appeared in the metal ring, and at the same time, the sound of the stone blocked by the hole was moved.
He looked up at the stone that was motionless, yanked the corner of his mouth, lowered his head expressionlessly, and continued to move around.
When the outsiders found the stone that could not move the mouth of the cave, the threat of anxiety broke out, and Georgia didn't hear it. He hammered it again and again, hitting the crack of the metal ring regularly.
I don't know how long it has been, the drinking and scolding outside stopped, and the metal ring on the ankle also showed signs of breaking under his continuous tap.
"Damn, I don't know the little devil who is uplifting, my brothers helped move this stone away, everyone is refreshing today!"
The cries of drinking and drinking started again, this time with several other echoes, and at the same time the stones at the entrance of the cave began to move slowly. Georgia stopped and looked at it unpleasantly. The hand holding the hammer tightened tightly, frowning and considering, or pressed down the thought of cleaning up those people, turned and hit another big stone from the cave wall with a hammer, blocking Behind the previous stone.
They are obviously people who are oppressed by bad guys. These people don't want to run together and escape. Instead, they fight and bully each other. They are full of malicious people who want to find satisfaction from the weaker. What a hindrance!
He gritted his teeth in his heart and scolded, and then observed the hollow of the cave for temporary hiding, listening to the growing noise outside, worried that this would lead to bad guys in protective clothing, so he got up and walked to the most Inside, he touched the wall of the cave filled with hard stones and raised his hammer.
The plan can't keep up with the changes. If he doesn't run today, he will only have two results: either he will be found a crack on the metal ring by the bad guy in protective clothing to control it tighter; or he will conflict with the middle-aged man and be bullied or exposed Come pay attention to the bad guys in protective clothing.
No matter what you choose, it's better to run away! Although this depression was not the escape route he had figured out before, but the hammer is still there, and there is no way, he can smash a way!
After no longer hiding his strength, the hard stones were as crisp as biscuits just baked under his dual effects of strength and hammer, and they shattered at the touch.
One meter, two meters, three meters ... there is more and more gravel behind, the noise is gradually inaudible, and only the sound of a hammer striking the stone wall in the dark stone path. Perceiving that the surrounding air was getting thinner, he frowned, took a small pot-shaped device out of the storage ring on the back, and pulled out the big nose mask attached to his face.
Dwarves are good at mining and digging. They are used to carrying mining tools with them. Although he is a hybrid, he is more like a mother and grew up in a dwarf village. Therefore, his habit is more inclined to dwarves. Litun various tools and gadgets.
He is now very grateful for this habit. This strange messy rock is different from all the mineral mining places he knows. The minerals are actually paved on the ground, but there is nothing under the ground, only piles of energy. The response of the hard rock, ordinary tools could not be broken at all. In the case that the ground was completely monitored by the bad guys in protective clothing, without these tools, he could not escape at all.
Husband wanted to be interrupted by a crisp percussion, and the stone that should have been broken immediately blocked him in front of him, silently laughing at his contempt. He went back to his mind, took the small hammer to his eyes, checked it, and determined that it was not bad. He looked at the suddenly hardened stone and frowned.
Unlike the taupe stone that was dropped before, the hammer that had just failed was a small piece of crimson stone surrounded by taupe stone. He raised his hand and touched it, and his tentacles were slightly cold. It was not familiar to him in the past half a month. Comfort quickly came out.
He immediately determined that the red stone and the ore he carried during this time should be a kind of thing, but the stone was darker in color, stronger in hardness, and more uncomfortable.
The stone that was supposed to exist only on the ground suddenly appeared on the ground, weird, but now is not the time to study this, the road is blocked, he has to find a way to get rid of this stone.
Raising the hammer and struggling a few more times, cracks appeared in the red stone, but it was not broken. He was a little anxious, there was not much air in the storage ring, and he couldn't delay it for too long underground.
Bypass it? Still ... he looked around and clenched the hammer-since this red stone can't be broken, he should just pry it out! Who knows how many of these red stones are in this piece, and if there are such things around, it is not a waste of time? In his experience, such things as ore are definitely in pieces!
With the idea, he stopped smashing the red stone, but the taupe gravel around it. Half an hour later, a crimson boulder that was half his height was "peeled" from the stone wall by him. Before taking a closer look, he threw the stone into the storage ring and continued to move forward.
After that, he came across several such red stones, all of which were "peeled" by the same way and stuffed into the storage ring. Fortunately, the red stones that he encountered later were not large, and he "peeled" skillfully without delay. Too long.
After walking for more than ten meters, the red stone did not appear again. He successfully reached an underground escape point previously marked.
Severing a sigh of relief, he rubbed his wrists and began to smash stones up and down the escape point, slowly moving towards the ground. It was more than an hour later, and when the air in the storage ring was about to run out, he pushed away the last loose rock and poked his head out of the ground.
Fresh air came over the sky. He took off the long nose mask on his face and took a deep breath, put away all the tools, carefully climbed out of the hole and blocked it with stones, and looked at the chaos surrounded by the tall wire wall in the distance. Shi Di and the faint patrol crowd turned around and ran in the opposite direction.
"Warning! Warning! Someone breaks in! Someone breaks in! Warning!"
The harsh metal sound suddenly blew, and the lights around the rocky ground were all on. Georgia stopped suddenly, turned his head in horror, and looked behind him.
what happened? Where did that strange sound just come from? Why is the light on the rocks lit, is the bad guy in protective clothing found that he ran away and is coming to arrest him?
Before he could figure out why, the air in front of him suddenly twisted, and a black mech and three iron-grey mechs appeared in front of him out of thin air, blocking his retreat.
His pupils shrunk, and he stepped back and looked up at the sudden appearance of these metal giants, his heartbeat almost stopped. He swears with his excellent achievements every year that these metal giants are by no means the creatures that may exist in the magic continent. .
Unfamiliar language, strange machines, minerals that have not appeared at all ... All the discords that have been seen in the past half month have been stimulated by the fear at this moment, bursting out in a brain, rushing left and right in the brain, squeeze out A line of big words-Mom, it's so strange here, I may not be able to go home.
Inside the black mech, anyone who stopped south and looked at the scanner screen.
Sitting in vice seat, Chu Rong noticed his pause, turned off the light brain in his hand, and looked sideways: "What's wrong?"
"Sir." Fan pointed southward toward the middle of the screen and frowned slightly. "Someone, it seems like a child."
Chu Rong looked in the direction of his fingers, and saw on the screen that a tattered, skinny little boy was looking up, his eyes widened, full of fright and fear, his arms folded across his arms, Form a self-defense precautionary posture.
His face was dirty, his hair exploded funny, and his skinny body ... well, like a frightened bald chicken.
"Catch it," he said lightly, and touched the light-coated metal shell with an unpredictable expression.