The Sea of Fire

Vol. 3 Predestination and Fateful Meeting (見君,不知君。 )

Chapter 2 Lamb Jaszmad Ned Jastimayd· Nied· Laalm

Jaszmad saw two Ancients men wearing Dark Purple Broken Armor, one of whom walked towards an Ancient Woman wearing Bronze Purple Broken Armor who was lying on the sand. All three of them had traces of battle, and the ancient women who fell on the sand suffered many wounds, and the wounds continued to flow out of dust, forming a pool of dust beside her. This ancient male who walked towards her should be about to give her the final blow...

The slightly chubby member of Nevzin stabbed the weapon downward with his shaky right hand, and accurately stabbed the weapon towards the left chest of the inner step, killing him with one blow, which was the last and highest tribute he could give to the inner step of the heart.

Without hesitation, Jaszmed rushed to Nebushant's side, half-crouched down, and used his hands to grip the crippled weapon that the slightly chubby Nevzin member stabbed downward. No matter how hard the slightly chubby Nevzin member tried, the body did not move. Jaszmed threw his arms to the right, threw the slightly chubby Nevzin member out with the weapon in his hand, and slammed it into the wall of the stone house on the right, making a loud thud, and his back was completely swollen from the violent collision with the stone wall, and the pain forced him to let out a miserable scream.

Seeing that his companion was thrown off the stone wall by the sudden appearance of Jassimed, the slightly thinner member of Nevzin immediately perked up and rushed towards the Jasmed in front of him, who was wearing a green and blue wrap. Take two steps forward, turn around from left to right, and pull out his right arm to slash the weapon in his right hand at Jasmaed's head.

Jaszmed stood up and took two and a half steps towards the slightly thinner Nevzin, and in a breath he was in front of the slightly thinner Nevzin, whose right arm had even made a small half-circle. Jasmaed lifted his right leg and kicked him straight into the abdomen, and he was kicked backwards and lying on the sand behind him.

With these two Ancients settled, Jaszed was able to check on Nebushent, who was in such a bad condition that he had to give her his potion immediately. He put his left hand into his green green and blue silk robe, took out a golden bottle from it, pulled out the cork, and dripped the liquid liquid into each of the wounds of the inner step Sente, first the wound on the left and right abdomen, then the wound on the left thigh, then the wound on the right thigh, and finally the wound on the bridge of her nose. The liquid medicine continued to heal her wounds at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon the wounds were all scabbed and stopped flowing dust, and Neibu Sente's face improved a lot, and it was no longer the pale one just now.

When Jaszmed treated Nebusente with the potion, the two Nevzin members had already stood up again, maybe they would be shaken by the fact that Nebusant was a woman, but Jaszed Med, a man, they would not have any hesitation. Both of them had a feeling of being humiliated by Jaszed, who took the slightly chubby Nevzin with his bare hands, then kicked him away with his bare hands, ignoring the slightly skinny Nevzin's cross-slash, and even fended off both attacks without using his weapon, defusing their attacks with his bare hands. For the two Nevzin members, this is a disrespect for the fighters.

Their eyes were on their feet, and as they adjusted their breathing, they gradually became firm, and the focus of their eyes was only one person, and that was Jaszed Med, who was next to Nebu Cent.

Jaszmed gently tucked the cork back into the golden bottle and carefully placed it back into his green green silk robe. As soon as he put the golden bottle away, the two of them were already in front of him, the slightly chubby Nevzin member slashing the weapon at his head from top to bottom, and the slightly skinny Nevzin member slashing the weapon towards his right waist, it was this kind of flanking blow that made it difficult for Neibu Sente to resist. Jaszed Med watched the two of them attack him, stretched out his right index finger, gently touched the tip of his nose, squeezed his eyebrows to the middle, raised slightly, and a wry smile crept up the corner of his mouth. The right hand moved to the ribbon on the right waist, and pulled out the weapon in the scabbard, the body of the weapon was inky, but it shone faintly in the ultramarine light, as if a little star was shining in this ink, which made it look particularly bright and sharp.

Neither Nevzin had ever seen such a wonderful color, and Jaszed's weapon was more complete than the mutilated weapon in his own hand, very similar to the full weapon they had retrieved before, but with a noticeable difference in color. The full weapon they'd seen before was "exceptionally brightly colored...... Yellow ...... that has never been seen before Shines in the light of ultramarine...... It has a different kind of smoothness and ......sharpness", and now the weapon that Jasmaed pulled out of the sheath is "very dull in color...... Fantastic colors like you've never seen before...... Faintly shimmering in the light of ultramarine... It has a different brilliance and sharpness ......".

Jaszmed drew an arc from right to left with his weapon, which touched the mutilated weapon of the slightly skinny Nevzin member, and his mutilated weapon was cut off from the middle of the body. The weapon then swung at the wrist of the slightly chubby Nevzin, who retracted the force of his right hand in time, so that his wrist was simply slashed instead of being directly severed by Jaszed's weapon. The ink-colored weapon that had slashed the slightly chubby Nevzin member wasn't even stained with a drop of dust from his wound, and the brilliant ink color was still flawless. The slightly thinner Nevzin's weapon had an extremely flat and smooth fracture, and the slightly chubby Nevzin's wound was also extremely smooth and smooth, and Jaszed's weapon was very different from the weapons they had encountered before.

The eyes of the two Nevzin members were fixed on Jaszed's weapon, and they both invariably thought of the complete weapon, although there were slight differences, but the weapon in his hand did have the same four parts as the complete weapon: shape, blade, handle, and body. It's not the crimson full weapon and the patina full weapon made by the ancient people, and it's not the same golden yellow complete weapon made by the ancient dragons they've seen, but it's really a complete weapon... It's very similar to the very shiny golden complete weapon made by the ancient dragons... This complete weapon may also be a complete weapon made by the ancient dragon clan?The moment this conclusion was reached, the two of them looked at each other, and the same surprise appeared in each other's eyes. What surprised the two of them even more was the deep thought triggered by this conclusion - the man in front of them who they thought was the ancient human race turned out to be an ancient dragon clan!? There was actually an ancient dragon clan in this village!? This information must be reported to the deputy leader of Ruth and the deputy leader of Leseth, and it is even necessary to report it directly to the leader of Verkaco!

The two of them looked at Jaszmaed in turn, this ancient clan who seemed to be wearing a green and blue wrap, and the ancient clan who didn't even wear armor, could actually be an ancient dragon clan, everything that happened in this village was a little too incredible. The slightly chubby member of Nevzin covered the wound on his right wrist with his left hand, he couldn't treat the wound right now, and when he didn't know the identity of Jasmaed, he might not treat the wound immediately because he was worried about Jasmamet's attack, and when he knew Jasmead's ancient dragon identity, he couldn't do so, he had no time to take care of his wounds, and he and his companions had to send the information out immediately.

"Thin man, you leave here now, I'll go and entangle him, and after you leave this village, immediately ride the walker and set out to find the two deputy chiefs and leaders, and tell them the news that an ancient dragon has appeared in this village. His voice trembled a little, like his right hand, implying his fear, for the ancient dragon clan in front of him, for the death he might face. Instead of looking into the eyes of his companions or at the enemy he was about to fight, he looked up at the blue sun above him, not knowing if he would ever have a chance to see it again.

The slightly thinner member of Nevzin did not immediately give his companion an answer, he half-squinted his eyes and looked at his companion, carving his companion's appearance and figure at the moment into his heart. Pursing his lips, emotions welled up in his heart, he was reluctant, he was unwilling, but they all turned into a tear and passed. He turned and ran in the direction of the entrance of the village, he did not let his companion see the tear, nor did he let himself see the tear, he left it in the white sand beside his companion, and remembered the last words that his companion had given him... I'll be sure to send the information out!

The slightly chubby member of Nevzin restrained the shaking of his right hand, let go of his left hand covering the wound, clenched the weapon with both hands, roared, and rushed towards Jasyumet!

Jaszed Med was a little surprised, the ancient people in front of him actually chose to attack him alone, while his companion chose to flee alone, compared to the previous situation where the two of them attacked him together, it was a little strange... It seems that the two ancient people saw my weapon and chose one to attack me, while the other turned and fled. Their eyes seemed to recognize my weapon as a complete weapon...

Not only that, they should know that they can't defeat me when they recognize them, and the two ancients should have fled together, but one chose to flee, and the other chose to attack me...

The slightly chubby Nevzin member didn't give Jasmamet more time to think, and his mutilated weapon had already slashed at Jasmamet. Seeing the Ancients attacking him alone, Jaszmad retracted his weapon into its sheath, and took two quick steps to the right with his right foot and a half with his left foot. Jaszmed dodged the attack of the slightly chubby Nevzin member directly. Raising his right arm and throwing a straight punch to the left side of his head, he was beaten to the right and had to take five steps to the right to barely keep his body on his feet. The sight in his eyes kept shaking, and Jaszmad's straight punch just now made him feel a little dizzy.

He roared again, he tried to remove the fear and vertigo with his own will, he couldn't do it completely, but it still had some effect, the scene in his eyes was still a little shaky, but Jasmamet didn't move in his eyes, he stretched out his arms and slashed at Jasmaed's right waist, at the same time, he subconsciously whispered in his mouth: "I won't let you go to my companion! Even if you are an ancient dragon! I will never let you pass!" His whispers were just to give himself courage and make himself firm, and even, he didn't realize what he was saying, he just focused on attacking Jaszmamet in front of him. Jaszeded could clearly hear the whispers of the slightly chubby Nevzin member, and in an instant, his eyes radiated a light that was breathtaking. The whispers of the slightly chubby Nevzin members are absolutely untouchable to the current Jaszmed Med. His expression turned serious... Did these two ancient people guess my identity because of my complete weapon?... Damn! I'm still careless! These two ancient terrains must die here!

Jaszmed stepped on the sand with his right foot, one step, and in one breath, his figure disappeared in the eyes of the slightly chubby Nevzin member, and after another breath, the neck of the slightly chubby Nevzin member was cut off, and the body maintained its previous movement, slashing out horizontally, and then fell forward on the sand, and after three breaths, the head was separated from the neck, and slowly dust flowed out. The slightly chubby member of Nevzin stopped breathing completely, but his right hand was still shaking, and Jasmamet saw his shaking right hand, pulled his mutilated weapon out of his right hand, and inserted it into the white sand in front of him, his right hand clenched into a fist, his head drooped slightly, leaning on his right hand, which had already made a fist, and whispered: "May you rest in peace..."

Jaszmed stood up and ran in the direction of the slightly skinny Nevzin members escaping. The breeze blew slowly, and the head rolled alone on the sand, gradually moving away from the body that had fallen on the sand. Suddenly, the wind changed, and it slowly rolled back again, and finally rolled back to the place where it had left, and stayed with its body again, at this time, the breeze dissipated, and the head and body stayed in the honey-yellow dust, as if it could rest quietly...

The slightly skinny Nevzin members kept running, non-stop, running ... His legs began to hurt, his right forefoot was very uncomfortable, and the ankle of his left foot was constantly aching, and the sound of his heart beating and breathing became more and more intense and clear, but even so, he could hear Jasmaed's neat and heavy footsteps more clearly—click, click, click, click! he never thought that the footsteps behind him could be so daunting. The footsteps were too neat and clear, and his heartbeat and breathing seemed to be dominated by this sound, and gradually formed the same rhythm with it, which made the fear in his heart continue to spread, his legs began to sore, and the invisible pressure behind him made him unable to continue to run forward. He had to stop.

Justimed took the sheath of the scabbard in his right hand, moved his left hand to the hilt of the weapon, grasped the front of the handle, and slowly and steadily pulled out a small section of the weapon, and then continued to speed up the extraction, and when the tip of the weapon was completely out of the sheath, his left arm was already silent. The weapon drew a beautiful arc in the air, still pure ink, not stained with even a trace of dust, the right hand grasped the sheath of the sheath, the index finger of the right hand slightly forced, lifted the scabbard a little, and the left hand slowly and smoothly retracted the weapon into the sheath.

The slightly thin body of the Nevzin member did not seem to notice Jaszed's slash, and continued to run forward, slowly a dust line appeared at the neck, and the head slid forward along the dust line, and at the same time, the body also stopped walking, fell forward, and fell on the sand. Jaszmad took two quick steps towards his head, caught it, placed it in its original place, pulled out the mutilated weapon in his right hand, plunged it into the white sand in front of his body, clenched his right hand into a fist, his head drooped slightly, leaned on his right hand that had been clenched into a fist, and whispered: "May you rest in peace..."

The clouds slowly approached each other, obscuring the blue sun hanging in the air, and the blue-gray clouds rolled and quietly gathered the rain, waiting for the wind to come and expel the dark blue rain from the body at any time.

Jasmamet slowly walked towards the inner step of the center, which was not too far away at the moment, but it made Justimed feel extraordinarily long... I killed two more Ancients... Perhaps, I shouldn't have been sent...... His eyes were half-squinted, and his slightly drooping head exuded his intense sadness. The gray stone house with the rat's back and the zinc-gray stone house are particularly eye-catching, and the white sand under his feet is particularly dazzling.

The wind, passing carefully past him, without even bringing up a wisp of white sand, came to the side of the blue-gray cloud, whispered in its ear, whispered softly, and the cloud rolled more violently, and some dark blue dripped out of the cloud, and gradually more and more dark blue poured out of the cloud, and they poured down unscrupulously, and fell into the white sand.

The dark blue above his head wet Jaszmede's green blue silk robe, and he returned to reality from his sorrow, and looked at Neibu Sente, who was still lying on the sand, not far away, and the dust under her had disappeared, seeping into the white sand with the dark blue rain. Her face was not very good, and she was a little pale again, and the clammy and cold brought by the rain made her physical condition worse again. Jasmamet ran to her side, picked her up with both hands, and ran smoothly and quickly to the stone house where the observer and Andu were. The observer's body trembled violently, it stared at Jasmamet tightly, the uneasiness in its eyes mixed with the fear in its heart, Jasmede looked at the moon-white observer, and was not surprised by the uneasiness and fear in its eyes, but the imperceptible firmness in its eyes made him a little strange... This little guy seems to have a deep affection for this ancient woman, and in fear he actually has courage and brings a touch of firmness to it... This firmness is very dazzling... The corners of his mouth curled slightly, and he had a different opinion on the little guy in front of him.

Andu stroked the observer's back, brushing its moon-white fur, trying to soothe the observer, who seemed to be particularly agitated. From time to time, her eyes peeked at Jaszmad, who was a strangely dressed big brother to her... The green green blue silk robe and the face of Jaszmaed, Andu's small eyes kept peeking at these two, they had a special charm that attracted Andu. The silk robe was a curiosity to her, a curiosity similar to that of an observer. Jaszmed Med's face is good-looking, just as good-looking as Sister Nebucent.

Ann unconsciously showed her smile, and Jaszed Med was a little sluggish after seeing Andu's smile. He stared at her, his expression gradually becoming very strange, as if he was smiling but not smiling, and just like his mood at the moment, as if he was happy or not. He tried to smile like Andu, but there was always a lingering awkward feeling.

The dark blue continued to accelerate and fall in the sky, drawing a dark blue silk curtain between the sky and the sand, connecting the sky with the sand. Looking at this dark blue silk curtain, the melancholy hidden by Jaszmaded resurfaced in his eyes. The silver eyes reflected the dark blue in front of him, a few drops of dark blue raindrops quietly stayed on his silver round inch, and the melancholy in his eyes gradually diffused to the delicate facial features, at this time, he was so harmonious with everything in front of him.

He sighed, remembering the two ancient people who had died before, and the emotions in his heart were indescribable. Suddenly, Neibu Sente began to tremble, his whole body trembled, and his face became very bad. Justmead turned his head and looked at the inner step... Sure enough, I just came here to shelter from the rain, but I still can't get a good warmth... Jaszmaded turned his head to look at the observer, pointed at it with the index finger of his right hand, and then pointed at the inner step. The observer stared at him, then turned his gaze to the inner step of the center, and there was a hesitation and tangle in his eyes, it remained in place and did not move, and Justimed Med pointed at the inside step of the center again, the hesitation and tangle in its eyes disappeared, and it stood up tremblingly and walked towards the inside step of the center. Jaszmed came to Nebushant's side, hugged her trembling body, and tried to warm her with her own body heat. The closer the observer got to the inner step, the more intense the tremor became. It came to Nebushent's side, lay on Innerstep's chest, and warmed her with its own fluff.

Together, the two warmed up for Nebucent, and her face improved slightly, but Jaszed knew that this was not a long-term solution for her, and he looked at the rushing rain and sighed inwardly... Only when the rain is a little lighter, and when the rain is a little lighter, you have to leave here quickly and go somewhere else. It looks like you have to go to the heart of this area... Jasmamet had already thought about his next destination and the direction he was heading, but he was still asleep inside, and the trembling observer, who was watching Jasmamet by the stone wall, did not know what he was thinking. Andu might not mind, but neither Insideshin nor the Observer would agree if they knew what he was thinking.

Jaszmad's eyebrows pressed down, squeezing towards the middle, squinting slightly, although he had thought about where he was going next, but the situation of the two ancient people just now made him have to care, they seemed to have some understanding of the ancient dragon clan, and they also had some understanding of the complete weapon, and most importantly, they also seemed to have some understanding of the complete weapon of the ancient dragon clan... This seems to be a little wrong, the complete weapons of each race are the secrets of their own race, and they should not know the appearance of each other's complete weapons, but they recognize them, which means that these two ancient people or their companions have seen the complete weapons of the ancient dragon race... Worse still, they tried to steal the Elder Dragons' complete weapon, and they succeeded... Damn! The Ancients should have obtained information on our Ancient Dragons' weapons, but we still haven't gotten any information... At this moment, he was a little annoyed, and after thinking about it carefully, the situation he came up with was not optimistic, the ancient people who had just been saved by him had not been able to wake up, and he didn't know when he would be able to reach Huron Youlan. This desert is too big, without the guidance of the ancient people, he has no way of knowing how to get to Huron Youlan, the ancient people's residence he passed through before is similar to the current place where he lives, they are all empty, and now his place of residence is the ancient people next to him, the two ancient people he just killed, an observer, and an ancient girl are already very lucky for him.

He could only hope that the dark blue would stop sooner rather than later...