It has been half a month since Georgia fell into this barren land full of rocks. During this half month, he was watched by a group of tall and strong strange guys. He did hard labor carrying rocks every day and his arms became thinner due to exhaustion.
But that's not the point. The point is that he couldn't understand what those people were saying, he didn't recognize the things they were using, the food he ate was extremely bad and he had definitely never eaten it before, and there was no magic here, the air was distorted and dry, and it was filled with things that made him feel very uncomfortable.
This was definitely not his beautiful and lovely hometown. The black hole that suddenly appeared half a month ago seemed to have brought him to the center of some bad guy's base, and he was caught as soon as he landed.
What is that black hole? Is it a teleportation magic circle created by an evil magician? What is the purpose of the evil magician to create a magic circle so close to the dwarf village? Besides me, are there other tribesmen who are affected? After I disappear, will my father and mother who are away from home worry?
Although his mind was full of random thoughts, his hands were moving quickly. He pretended to pick up a red stone with difficulty, and walked towards a metal trailer not far away while paying attention to his feet.
"Wow, it's been half a month, how come this kid is still so strong?"
"The radiation from the red tin ore is only harmful to the mental strength and does not affect the body. Isn't it normal to have great strength?"
"I think he is too full. Let's skip lunch."
"Forget it, forget it. Let's just skip dinner too, hahahaha."
A sarcastic jeer came from not far away. Georgia raised her eyelids and looked over there. Her gaze paused on three tall figures wrapped tightly in protective suits. She lowered her head and continued walking towards the trailer.
Although he couldn't understand what those people were saying, just by hearing the malicious tone of their voices, he knew that he would definitely go hungry again today - after all, this was not the first time this had happened.
His shoulder was suddenly hit, and he steadied himself and turned his head, his eyes just meeting a wretched middle-aged man who was also moving stones. He frowned imperceptibly, then shrank to the side in pretending to be scared and lowered his head.
"Little mute, come to my place at night. I'll give you food and you'll stay with me for the night. How about that?"
A greasy tone of voice, a disgusting and explicit look, and questions that were definitely not well-intentioned even though I couldn't understand them.
Georgia felt like hitting someone, and her eyes swept over the metal ring on her wrist, but she had to suppress the urge. She quickened her pace to put the stones into the trailer, then ran around the middle-aged man and ran back to continue moving stones.
After filling up today's metal trailer, Georgia and the other people who were not wearing protective clothing were driven back to the underground pit by the bad guys wearing protective clothing.
Half an hour later, dinner was served, and Georgia really didn't get anything. The middle-aged man who had bumped into him before laughed a few times and began to look at him with that disgusting and explicit look again.
He frowned, and after the person who served dinner left, he stood up and walked deeper into the cave. Then he found a sunken area in the cave, huddled his body inside, and blocked the entrance with a large stone.
The noise outside was blocked by the stone, and his tense nerves relaxed a little. It was very dark in the cave, but fortunately the dwarves were good at seeing at night, so he didn't become blind.
He took out the last piece of dry food from the magic storage ring on his upper left arm and ate it to fill his stomach. Then he touched the metal rings on his limbs, took out the miniature hammer his mother had given him, controlled the strength, and carefully hit the metal ring on his ankle.
Half a month was enough time for him to get familiar with the surrounding environment. The food in the storage ring had been eaten up. If he didn't find a way to leave, he would definitely be dragged to death here.
These metal rings were put on him by the bad guys after they caught him. Their purpose was unknown, but they were definitely not good things. After wearing these metal rings, the people controlled with him all showed painful expressions. Although he felt that these metal rings had no effect on him, it was better to take them off before escaping for safety reasons.
The metal ring was stronger than he thought. He was afraid of being discovered by the loud noise, so he did not dare to move freely, so the progress was very slow. After about a quarter of an hour, a crack finally appeared on the metal ring, and at the same time, the stone blocking the cave entrance made a sound of being moved.
He looked up at the motionless stone, twitched the corners of his mouth, lowered his head expressionlessly, and continued to pound the ring.
When the people outside found that they couldn't move the stone at the entrance of the cave, they started to threaten and curse angrily. Georgia pretended not to hear them and kept hitting the crack of the metal ring with the hammer again and again, evenly and regularly.
I don't know how long it took, but the yelling outside stopped, and the metal ring on my ankle showed signs of breaking due to his continuous hitting.
"Damn it, you ungrateful brat! Brothers, please help move this stone away so that we can have some fun together today!"
The shouts started again, this time with several other voices echoing, and at the same time the stone at the entrance of the cave began to move slowly. Georgia stopped and looked over with great displeasure, tightening his grip on the hammer, frowning and thinking for a moment, but he still suppressed the idea of beating those people up, turned around and used the hammer to knock down another large stone from the cave wall, blocking the previous stone behind it.
They are all people being controlled and oppressed by the bad guys, but instead of thinking of uniting together to escape, they fight and bully each other, full of malicious intent to find satisfaction from the weaker ones - a bunch of bad guys who don't know how to save themselves and can only hold others back!
He cursed in his heart, then observed the hollow in the cave used for temporary hiding. Listening to the growing noise outside, he was worried that this would attract the bad guys in protective suits, so he simply got up and walked to the innermost part of the hollow, touched the cave wall covered with hard stones, and raised the hammer.
Plans cannot keep up with changes. If he doesn't run today, there will be only two results: either the bad guys in protective suits will discover the cracks on the metal ring and control him more tightly; or he will conflict with the middle-aged man and be bullied or expose his strength and attract the attention of the bad guys in protective suits.
No matter what choice he made, he would be doomed. He might as well run away! Although this depression was not the escape route he had found before, he still had the hammer. If there was no road, he could smash one out!
After no longer concealing his strength, the hard stones became as brittle as freshly baked cookies under the combined effect of his strength and hammer, and broke at the touch.
One meter, two meters, three meters... There were more and more rubble behind him, and the noisy sound gradually faded. In the dark stone passage, there was only the sound of hammers hitting the stone wall. Noticing that the air around him was getting thinner and thinner, he frowned, took out a small can-shaped device from the storage ring and put it on his back, then took out the big nose mask attached to it and put it on his face.
Dwarves are good at prospecting and mining, and are used to carrying mining tools with them. Although he is a mixed-race, he looks more like his mother and grew up in a dwarf village, so his living habits are more like those of a dwarf. He likes to store various tools and gadgets in his storage ring.
He was now extremely grateful for his habit. This strange rocky land was different from all the mineral mining sites he knew. The minerals were actually spread on the ground, and there was nothing under the ground. There were only piles of hard stones that had no energy reaction and could not be broken by ordinary tools. Without these tools, he would not be able to escape as the ground was being monitored by the bad guys in protective suits.
His random thoughts were interrupted by a crisp knocking sound. The stone that should have broken immediately was standing in front of him without moving, silently mocking his contempt. He came back to his senses and hurriedly took the small hammer to check it. After confirming that it was not broken, he looked at the stone in front of him that had suddenly become hard and frowned.
Unlike the gray-brown stone that was smashed before, what made the hammer ineffective just now was a small piece of dark red stone wrapped in gray-brown stone. He raised his hand and touched it. It was slightly cold to the touch. The uncomfortable feeling that he had gradually become familiar with in the past half month quickly emerged.
He immediately determined that this red stone should be the same thing as the ores he had been moving during this period, except that this stone was darker in color, harder, and gave people a more uncomfortable feeling.
A stone that should have only existed on the ground suddenly appeared underground. It was strange, but now was not the time to study it. The road was blocked, and he had to find a way to get the stone away.
He raised the hammer and hammered it a few more times with more strength. Some cracks appeared on the red stone, but it held on and didn't break. He was a little anxious. There was not much air stored in the storage ring, and he couldn't stay underground for too long.
Go around it? Or... He looked around and tightened his grip on the hammer - since he couldn't smash the red stone, he might as well pry it out! Who knows how many pieces of this red stone there are in this area? What if there are such things everywhere? Wouldn't it be a waste of time? According to his experience, minerals definitely appear in large pieces!
After coming up with an idea, he stopped hitting the red stone and instead hit the gray-brown gravel around it. Half an hour later, he "peeled" out a dark red boulder half his height from the stone wall. Without taking a closer look, he threw the stone into the storage ring and continued walking forward.
Afterwards, he indeed came across a few more such red stones, and he "peeled" them out in the same way and stuffed them into the storage ring. Fortunately, the red stones he encountered later were not big, and he had become skilled at "peeling" them, so he did not delay for too long.
After walking for another ten meters or so, the red stone did not appear again, and he successfully reached an underground escape point that had been marked previously.
He heaved a sigh of relief, rubbed his wrist, and began to smash the rocks diagonally upwards along the escape point, slowly moving towards the ground. More than an hour passed, and finally when the air in the storage ring was about to be exhausted, he pushed away the last loosened rock and poked his head out of the ground.
Fresh air rushed over him. He took off the long-nosed mask on his face and took a deep breath. He put away all his tools, carefully climbed out of the cave and blocked it with stones. He glanced at the rocky ground surrounded by a tall wire wall and the vague patrolling group in the distance, then turned around and ran in the opposite direction.
"Warning! Warning! Someone's breaking in! Someone's breaking in! Warning!"
There was a sharp metallic sound suddenly, and all the lights around the rocky ground lit up. Georgia stopped abruptly, turned her head in horror, and looked behind her.
What happened? Where did that strange sound come from? Why did the lights on the rocky ground turn on? Did the bad guys in the hazmat suits notice that he was escaping and were coming to catch him?
Before he could figure out what was going on, the air in front of him suddenly twisted, and a black mecha and three iron-gray mechas appeared out of nowhere and landed in front of him, blocking his way of retreat.
His pupils shrank sharply, and he took a few steps back and looked up at the metal giants that suddenly appeared. His heart almost stopped beating with fright - he swore on his excellent grades every year that these metal giants were definitely not creatures that could exist in the magical continent.
Strange language, weird machines, minerals that have never appeared before...all the discordant points seen in the past half month were stimulated by the fear at this moment, and rushed out all at once, rushing around in my mind, squeezing out a line of big words - Mom, it's too weird here, I may not be able to go home.
Inside the black mecha, Fan Xiangnan stopped and looked at the scanner screen.
Chu Rong, who was sitting in the vice seat, noticed his pause, turned off the laptop in his hand, and looked sideways: "What's wrong?"
"Sir." Fan Xiangnan pointed to the center of the screen, frowning slightly, "There's someone, it looks like a child."
Chu Rong looked in the direction of his finger, and saw on the screen a ragged, skinny and disheveled young boy looking up at this side, his eyes wide open with shock and fear, his arms crossed in a self-protective defensive posture.
His face was dirty, his hair was funny and frizzy, and his skinny body... well, he looked like a frightened bald chicken.
"Catch it up." He ordered lightly, gently touching the metal shell of the computer with his hand, his expression unpredictable.
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