The Sea of Fire

Vol. 1 Glean and Collect Scraps (於節,組組。 )

Chapter 5 Steeches Pursad· Hudy

Dark blue spilled out of the blue-gray clouds in the sky, drawing a few slightly curved arcs towards the white sand. The rain is getting quieter and lighter, and it's no longer as sudden as it was just now. Stitches and fifteen Desert Fen men brave the rain on the sand, and their target is the leader of the Desert Bandits, Nebu Sente. It is rumored that the leader of the desert bandits, Neibu Sente, is wearing bronze purple broken armor, and the two deputy leaders of the desert bandits, Ander and Both, are both wearing fire goose purple scrapped armor, which is the same color as the three figures mentioned by the Mo Fen on the day his father disappeared a few years ago. He interrupted his thoughts, not allowing himself to continue thinking, his father must still be alive!

Stechers's eyes no longer have a trace of the indomitable spirit of his youth. The disappearance of his father has been striking him, the original immature face began to mature, and the indomitable spirit of his youth dimmed a lot after his father disappeared, and when he returned to the family in Shuyi Village, his mother's smile left, and his indomitable move was knocked to pieces. He and the total Mofen combined their strength to find no trace of his father in that area of the desert, and his father seemed to have disappeared out of thin air. After a few years of wandering in the desert, a short and stiff beard grew on his mature face, and the original indomitable progress in his eyes was filled with despair and loneliness. Even Stitches began to think about the worst - his father had died. But how could the dead father have disappeared even the bones? The screams of his father before he disappeared and the three figures, many confusions remained in Stiches's heart, and these confusions barely supported him. A few years after his father disappeared, he received guidance and help from all Mofen, and his body gradually became stronger, and his skills were greatly improved, becoming the second leader of Mofen.

The dark blue struck Stitches' face, splashing and scattering again and again, down his face and neck, into the bronze purple mutilated armor, which was already soaking wet. The dampness of the rain soaked every part of his body, mixed with the cold and dampness, which made him extremely uncomfortable. Stitches hated the rain, and even more so the dark blue that kept falling on his face, which always reminded him of the day his father disappeared. His eyebrows gradually pressed down, and the upper eyelids of his eyes also pressed down, half-squinting, and finally closed his eyes completely, wiped the closed eyes with his left hand, and then wiped some of the rain from his face from his forehead to his chin.

The blue-gray clouds tore at each other, rolling and moving above them, enveloping the area where Stitches and Mofen were, and the dark blue rain that had become sudden again connected the blue-gray clouds with the white sand, forming a wonderful scenery of blue on top and blue on the bottom white.

In the middle of the scenery below, six executioners are running across the sand, trying to find trees or rocks to shelter from the rain. They ran to the lower right side of the view, and found a huge poplar tree, the male adult executioner and the female adult executioner escorted the four juvenile executioners next to their toes to the poplar tree, the four beaks gently pushed the four juvenile executioners to get as close to the bark of the poplar tree as possible, and the male adult executioner and the female adult executioner squatted down one after another, using their bodies to block the dark blue from the side, four long necks crossed on top of their bodies, and four heads resting sideways on the crossed necks to block the yellow leaves of the poplar tree Dripping dark blue rain. The four juvenile executioners quietly stayed in the small shelter that their parents had created for them, and the small world was still filled with the warmth emanating from their parents' bodies, and the four juvenile executioners stopped their trembling and enjoyed the comfort that their parents brought to them.

On the left below the scenery are Stitches and Mofen walking in the shower, all of them are like Stitches, half-squinting, and from time to time they have to wipe their eyes to wipe away the rain that constantly encroaches on their eyes, and the dust appears in everyone's eyes, and everyone has an urgency to avoid the rain. Stitches led the Mofens on their way through the rain, slowly coming from the left side of the scenery to the right, where he spotted the huge poplar tree in yellow and walked towards the poplar tree with the Mofens. In their eyes, the poplar tree grew from a small one to a huge one. They came to the poplar tree, gathered in a circle, and leaned against the branches and leaves of the poplar tree to avoid the sudden dark blue.

On the far right of the view is a small moon-white figure, an observer who has been chasing the inner step of the center. It had to come to shelter under the poplar trees that it had passed before. It was tempted to continue its quest for the inner step of the Cent, but the torrential rain had soaked its whole body, and the dark blue rain twisted its fluff together, and it felt the sting of the tearing as it walked, and sheltering from the rain was its best option now. It came to the poplar tree, shook and shook the moon-white fluff all over its body, and the two moon-white tails also flicked from side to side in the air, and the observer shook the fluff on its body until it was half wet and half dry, and they no longer twisted together with each other, making it feel much more comfortable. Lying down against the thick roots, his blue eyes looking around, on the right were two adult executioners who were slightly tired, and on the left were the ancient people trembling in a circle. It did nothing, just lowered its head, leaned its head against the roots, and its body rested against the roots and sand, listening to its own slight breathing.

They all saw each other, and each other just stayed quietly under the tree, enjoying the comfort of the moment in their own way. Neither of them thought about bothering each other. The executioners, the Ancients, and the observers stayed under the poplar trees, the huge vine-yellow poplars shielding them from the dark blue of the sky, and from time to time a few drops of rain fell, and from time to time a few fallen leaves, and from time to time the trunk shook slightly.

Stitches looked at the bark of the poplar tree with his back against him, and looked at the pink feet on his left side, each with only two toes, one toe was thick, the other was small, and the particularly striking thick thigh and calf muscles, which should have been the executioner... He and Mo Fen had taken shelter from the rain, and their surroundings had not been properly checked. Looking to the right again, the moon-white twin tails swayed slightly in the air, and Stitches' eyelids twitched in unison. Observer... Ay... Stitches withdrew his cast gaze and tilted his head a little, casting his gaze on the dark blue shower. Now that I have met it, it doesn't make any sense anymore... Melancholy suddenly fell into his heart like a shower, he hadn't cried for a long time, he maybe... I forgot how to cry......

The wind blew the blue-gray clouds in the air, blowing them away from the poplar trees, the showers stopped, and the blue sun reappeared, the glow of ultramarine, soft and warm. They and they both raised their heads under the tree, half-squinting at Ultramarine. The gentleness of the ultramarines soothed the white sand, which had just been hit by the shower, and they regained their calm, no longer flying in mid-air, and all returned to the sand.