The Sea of Fire

Vol. 4 Departure and Leave City (赤夕, forced separation. )

Chapter 5 Lamb Jaszmad Ned Nied· Laalm (top)

There was a constant sound of banging from the staircase, and both Jassimed and Ruth couldn't help but look at the staircase, Jasmede's eyes were more curious, and Ruth's eyes were shallow dissatisfaction. Jasmamed thought the noise would soon stop, but it continued, and Jasmamed's curiosity grew. His gaze shifted from the staircase to Ruth, who wondered if Ruth would give up on guarding him and instead went downstairs to check where the sound was coming from. Ruth held Jasmamed's silver scabbard in his left hand, and walked towards the staircase with Jasmamed's silver scabbard and the complete weapon in the sheath.

Jasmed waited quietly for Ruth to go downstairs, and heard Ruth questioning his companion... It's time to get out of here... I need to go downstairs and have a look... Look at almost... I'll be able to leave this red stone building... Jasmaed stood up, stretched his shoulders and back with his arms outstretched, shook his hands gently, and slowly walked to the post of the red cage directly in front of him. At the same time, he raised his arms, turned his wrists inward, palms towards the cage posts, and gently grasped the two cage posts with both hands, breaking them apart to the sides, causing a large hole in the red cage side in front of Jasmaed. Jaszmaded deftly emerged from the hole, raised his head, took a shallow breath, exhaled a light breath, walked to the red stone wall directly in front of him, clenched his right fist, and pulled his tense right arm back, quickly swinging towards the stone wall,

But just as his right fist was about to hit the red stone wall, Jaszmaded pulled his right fist back... I'd better get out of here quietly... Jaszmad closed his right eye, half-squinted his left eye, and tilted his head back slightly... My body still hurts... Maybe I should leave this hub sooner rather than later... Inner step Sente... Shall I go to her......? Forget it, I'm still not looking for her... She shouldn't be in trouble anymore... After all, when I escape from this stone building, I will become what Ruth calls a "bounty"... No, I'm probably already a "bountymaker", so it's better to stay away from her...

Jasmamet walked to the top of the stairs, opened his eyes, and walked down the stone staircase... Everything in front of him changed from dim to bright, from hazy to clear, and when Jasmaded came to the corner of the stone staircase, he suddenly heard "click... Click... Click..."... Footsteps... Sounds familiar... Ruth's footsteps! I must welcome him well!

Jasmaed placed his right foot lightly on the corner of the stone staircase, turned his right foot to the left half a circle, drove his body to the left, and placed his left foot lightly on the corner of the upper step of the staircase where his right foot was, and his back was pressed against the red stone wall. At this time, Jaszmed stopped in place, holding his breath, his right fist clenched, his right arm tense, and he just had to wait quietly for Ruth to walk in front of him.

"Click..."

"Click..."

"Click..."

Ruth's shadow had appeared on the stone wall directly opposite Jaszmad. This is the first time Jasmaed has sneaked up on others, he has some nervousness in his heart, sweat is constantly coming out of the palms of his hands, Jasmymed suddenly feels that the wait is so long, so painful, he is very eager to end this "pain", this feeling he has never felt in the silver green claws.

The outline of Ruth's shadow grew larger and larger, from blur to clear, and in a breath, Ruth's side face appeared in the afterglow of Jasmaed's right eye... Wait a minute... Can't wait any longer, it's now... Jasmaed threw a quick straight punch into Ruth's left cheek, and Ruth's head slammed into the red stone wall to his right, sending Ruth to the ground with a faint thud. Jasmaed felt that Ruth should have been unconscious, and his left hand had been holding Jasmaed's silver scabbard, but now it had been released, and the silver scabbard fell down the steps of the stone staircase with a crisp clang.

"That's what it feels like to sneak up on someone," Jaszeded walked up the stairs where the silver scabbard was, bent down to pick it up, and reinserted it into the ribbon of his silk robe, "It's exciting." ”

The stone staircase came to an end, and Jasmamet came to a new level, where there were no red cages, only four large stone chests and a dozen small wooden chests, which were placed against the innermost stone wall of the floor, and the staircase where Jasmamet was located was very far away. In the middle of the floor were three beds, all made of chrysanthemum-green saxon, which were empty and no one was using them. Behind him was the upward staircase, in front of him was the downward staircase, Jasmamet stopped in the middle of the two, he turned his head to look at the boxes, he inevitably had a strong curiosity about the stone and wooden boxes, wanted to open them, but Jasmamet stared at them for a moment, or walked to the staircase in front of him, and walked downstairs, curiosity was only curiosity after all.

The stone staircase was about to come to an end, and the snoring echoed around Jaszmaed, who slowed down his steps, and when he reached the end of the stone staircase and came to a new level, he found that there was nothing in this level, only the beds with no end in sight, which were made of garcinia yellow poplar wood. Garcinia cambogia was all over the floor, but the four beds in front of Jaszed Mad were a little different, their garcinia cambogia had four more shades of white, and four ancient men who were sleeping soundly lay on their backs on the beds.

Jaszmed walked slowly and softly to the staircase in front of him, he didn't want to wake up these poor people with tired faces, their sunken eye sockets didn't seem to come overnight, it was best for them to get a good night's sleep and get themselves out of this floor smoothly... Jasmamet walked into the staircase in front of him, half of his body obscured by the stone wall at the top of the staircase, when a faint voice came from behind him to the right.

"You... You... No... Walk... Don't go!"

Jaszmaded couldn't help but stop, and turned his head to look at the four ancient men lying on the bed, one of the ancient men sat up, his eyes closed, his face full of hideousness, as if the words just came from his mouth... Be... Dream about it... Jasmamet continued to look at him, he slowly fell backwards in Jasmamed's eyes, his snoring sounded again, Jasmamed turned his head back at this time, closed his eyes, exhaled a cool breath, and slowly opened his eyes, he was really frightened by the dream of this ancient male of the ancient race. He continued down the stone staircase. The snoring became quieter and quieter, and the intense snoring became clearer and louder.

Jasmamet walked to the end of the stone staircase, and he didn't see a new staircase... This stone building has only four floors... Looks like I've made it to the bottom... On the ground floor of the stone building, Jaszmad saw five ancient men and one ancient woman... It doesn't seem right... An ancient man sitting with his back leaning against a stone wall... It looks familiar... Four men and two women! I didn't recognize her right away... Even though there were five torches on the ground floor trying to illuminate them, the bottom one was still dim. The inner step was located in the corner of the ground floor of the stone building, and the light of the torch could not reach the corner of the bottom floor, which made the corner even darker, so that Jaszmaed could not recognize the inner step center at a glance... How did she... It's hurt like this again... Ay... Jaszed Med looked at Neibu Sente, who had closed his eyes, and a touch of distress appeared in his heart, which he did not understand, and it was also an emotion that had never appeared. And more importantly, he didn't realize that he had this emotion that he had never seen before, nor did he become curious and confused about this emotion as usual, and he naturally accepted it.

Two ancient men wearing black purple mutilated armor looked at them one after another, the ancient man next to the indigo stone tablet pulled out his weapon from the sheath and slowly approached Jasmamed, while the other ancient male rushed to Jasmamet immediately after seeing Jasmamed, and his weapon was pulled out of the sheath the moment he saw Jasmead.

The other two ancient men wearing the millstone purple mutilated armor were still entangled with the ancient human woman wearing the light blue purple mutilated armor, and Jaszed Med was a little surprised, he saw an ancient human woman so good at fighting for the first time, and the wounded Nebu Sente barely fought with the two ancient people at that time, which had already impressed Jaszed, and this ancient woman was even more impressive.

She held her long-handled weapon with both hands, and easily circled with two ancient men, the sharp tip of the blade, the small body, and the extremely long handle, she waved her arms, and threw the weapon from right to left to the back of the huge weapon of the ancient human male with the literal face, the handle of her weapon kept bending, and when it was bent to the limit, the tip of her weapon stabbed into the left hand of the ancient man with the word face, the tip of the blade did not directly stab his left hand, but cut a slender wound on his left wrist, and the ancient man with the word face had to stop his attack, he tried to fall to the ground and pick up the huge weapon again, but the pain occupied his face, his left hand kept shaking, and he couldn't seem to pick it up anymore.

Jaszmaded stepped back a step and a half with his right foot and a step back with his left heel, dodging the slash of the Terran men who rushed in front of him. In Jaszmad's eyes, the posture of this ancient male was very strange. His right arm was placed straight and horizontal, the blade of the mutilated weapon pointing downward, the body almost in a straight line with his right arm... His left arm is naturally placed vertically next to his left leg, and he doesn't seem to use his left arm to attack. His right arm was much thicker than his left, his right hand had far more calluses than his left, and most notably, his scarred right hand was almost twice as thick as his incredibly clean left.