The Sea of Fire

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

Chapter 3 Lamb Jaszmad Ned Jastimayd· Nied· Laalm (bottom)

"I see. The constant flickering light in the deep eyes of the ancient Terran male vanished, his deep eyes closed gently, and after two breaths, he reopened his deep eyes, "Ruth, you end the battle first, and then take it to the bounty office." I'm going to appease the ancient people nearby, and you send your team members to treat the surviving ancient people in the Jiu Pavilion, sort out the rest of the corpses, and finally help the owner of the Jiu Pavilion repair the Jiu Pavilion as much as possible. ”

"Yes, Chief!" Russ replied in a powerful voice, as he stabbed the cyan weapon in his right hand at Jasmaed, who had fallen to the ground.

Jaszmed rolled twice to the left in a row, dodging Ruth's stabbing and getting back to his feet, and at this point he was the only one in his field of vision, the ancient man whom Ruth called "The Leader of Vorkaco" had disappeared.

"In front of me, tell me everything you are going to do..."Jaszmad tossed the complete weapon in his left hand towards his right hand, took the complete weapon thrown by his left hand with his right hand, and flicked the fingers of his right hand to change it from a forward grip to a reverse grip, the tip of the blade slowly inserted into the sheath of the scabbard, and then the whole weapon was smoothly inserted into the scabbard, "Is this really good?"

"It doesn't matter. Ruth gently pulled out the cyan weapon that had pierced the ground, raised his right arm, and pointed the tip of the weapon at Jaszmed, "Because I... It will definitely be completed, the Chief's order!"

Jaszed Maed didn't understand the intense, unwavering glint that burst from Ruth's eyes... Can a single command make him look so different from what he had done before? I don't understand... I may need more time and opportunity to observe them... Observing these ancient races that I can't understand...

Jasmede's right hand trembled and grasped the sheath of the sheath, looking at Ruth at the moment holding the cyan weapon and constantly moving towards the right rear of his body, he seemed to be constantly accumulating the strength of his arms, Jasmede's silver eyes stared at Ruth's arms tightly... Left, right, upper body, lower body?... Wrong... Wrong.... I should... Let his attack succeed... Jaszmaded cleared his thoughts in a breath. He pressed the sheath down to the height of two fists, turned his wrist inward, moved the scabbard three fists to the right side of his body and three fists to the right back of his body, moved his left hand to the hilt of the weapon, grasped the middle of the handle, slowly and smoothly pulled out a small part of the weapon, and then pulled out the rest of the weapon at the same slow speed, when the tip of the weapon was completely out of the scabbard, Ruth's hands swung the cyan weapon at the same time, and it struck at the left chest of Jaszmed at a very fast speed. Jaszmad's fully pigmented weapon drew a slightly slanted line in the air from the right side to the top left, and turned back at the end of the line. Ruth's cyan weapon crossed Jasmaed's weapon in mid-air at a finger's distance. Ruth's cyan weapon cut a large wound on Jasmamed's left chest, and also cut a crack on the chest of Jasmamed's green green and blue silk robe, and the turquoise juice splattered out from the wound, and the turquoise of the upper body of the silk robe was more intense than the turquoise of the lower body.

Jasmed took a half-step back with his right foot, and the tremor of his whole body became more intense. His right hand gripped the sheath of the sheath, the index finger of his right hand gently lifted the sheath up a bit, and his left hand slowly but steadily retracted the weapon into the sheath. After the weapon is withdrawn from the sheath, pause slightly, raise the sheath up three fists, turn the wrist outward, make the sheath vertical, and move the sheath three and a half fists to the left side of the body, and the sheath of the sheath is almost completely attached to the right waist. Ruth's cyan weapon was withdrawn by him, and he moved it to the right rear of his body once more.

Jasmamet moved his left hand to the hilt of the weapon again, grasping the middle of the hilt, slowly and smoothly pulling out a small part of the weapon, and then pulling out the rest of the weapon at an even slower speed, when the tip of the weapon was completely out of the sheath, Ruth's hands had already stabbed the cyan weapon towards Jasmad's abdomen, Jasmadmed lowered his head, let go of the left hand that was wielding the full weapon, and let it fall to the ground, while he also fell to his knees on the ground. His body slowly tilted to the left, and eventually his entire body fell to the ground. Jasmaed closed his eyes and plunged himself into darkness...

At this point, Jaszmaded couldn't see anything, but he didn't need to see anything, because he could clearly hear Ruth's every move to himself. It started with a crisp "click", and Ruth retracted the cyan weapon in his scabbard, followed by a continuous "click... Click... Click...", Ruth came to Jasmamed's side, and there was another crisp "click", and then a cool sound hit Jasmamed's neck, Ruth pulled the cyan weapon out of his scabbard again, and put the tip of the weapon on his neck, he seemed to be worried about whether Jasmamet really fell into a coma. Jasyumed could feel Ruth's increasing power on the cyan weapon, and the cold tip of the weapon gently pierced into Jasyumed's neck, and the green juice slowly flowed out from the wound on his neck, and then the coolness suddenly disappeared, Ruth pulled the cyan weapon out of Jasyumet's neck, and he seemed to be sure that Jasyumet was unconscious. Jasmamed was carried to his shoulders by Ruth, and Jasmamed's left and left abdomen were held against something, while his right waist and right abdomen were in the air... Jasmaed felt like he was being carried by Ruth onto his right shoulder. A heavy "click", then a heavy "click",

Ruth sheathed Jasmamed's complete weapon and took it in his own hand, followed by a series of "clicks... Click... Click...", where Ruth was heading, it was not easy for Ruth to carry Jasmadmed, Ruth's heavy breathing continued to enter Jasmamed's left ear, never stopped.

The clicking stopped, Ruth stopped his tracks, and he seemed to have reached his destination... Jasmamed was suddenly thrown out by Ruth and landed on something, and then Ruth also came to Jasmamed's side, and a rapid and continuous "da-da-da!-da!" came from under Jasmaed's body, and Jasmamed's cheeks, neck, and hands could feel a softness and warmth, like... Some kind of creature... Fluff... Then there was a slight bump under Jasmaed's body, and gradually it became smoother... Jasmaede and Ruth don't seem to have reached Ruth's destination yet.

The clicking beneath Jasmamet stopped, and Ruth left Jasmamed's side, and then Jasmamet was once again carried by Ruth on his right shoulder, "Click... Click... Click... Click!", Ruth's footsteps stopped.

"Deputy Leader Ruth!"

"Deputy Leader Ruth!"

In front of Jasmamed came the voices of two ancient men.

"Uh-huh—" Russ replied with a simple "um", and the sound of his heavy breathing once again reached Jasmaed's left ear.

"Deputy Leader Ruth, I'll help you!"

This was followed by a continuous "click... Click... One of the two ancient Terran males seemed to come to Ruth's side, as if he was going to help Ruth carry Jasmaed... Russ probably won't let him help him... Whether it's Jasmamed on Ruth's right shoulder, or Ruth's left hand is a complete weapon that originally belonged to Jasmamed...

"No need...... I'll do it myself...... It's fine......" To Jaszed's surprise, Ruth declined the help of the ancient men who came to his side.

"Yes!

There was another continuous "click... Click... Suddenly, Ruth's footsteps became softer, but Jasmaed's body began to shake slightly along with Ruth's body, Ruth didn't seem to continue to go straight, he seemed to be walking up in a circle...

Ruth's footsteps stopped, and where Jasmamet was thrown by him... It's relatively flat, a little rough to the touch, and it has a coolness... It's a stone... What... A loud "clang" came from behind Jasmaed, followed by three slightly heavy "daths!dammets!", and Jasmamed's eyes carefully opened a slit, and he found himself locked in a red cage by Ruth, who sat on a red chair not far from the red cage, closed his eyes, his left hand still clutching Jaszmad's silver sheath.

Jaszmed opened his eyes completely, leaned against the side of the red cage, sat on the ground, and looked at the scene around him through the gap in the red cage - he was in a building, there was a staircase behind Ruth, this building was at least two stories... The two ancient Terran males Jasmede met when he was carried on his right shoulder by Ruth were supposed to be on the ground floor of this building... Or at the door of this building, from the time it took to leave them to throw Jaszmaded into the red cage... This building has at least three floors... Even four floors... The inner walls of this building are the same red color as the cage, and the top of the building is the same red color as the cage... Cages, inner walls and tops... It seems that the entire building was built of the same material as the red cage... Perhaps the whole building, both inside and out, is red.

The red cage that holds itself seems to be located in the middle of this floor, and the red cage is placed along the red inner wall, barely forming a less round "circle", this "circle" is not complete, it has a small gap, because there is no red cage in front of the red inner wall near the staircase.

Ruth, who was sitting on the red chair, opened his eyes, he couldn't open them completely, only half of them, and what Jaszed saw in his eyes was tiredness and sleepiness.

"Why am I the only one here?" said Justymed's lilting voice, a sense of powerlessness.

"Other... Bounty... The ancients... When you come here... All that's left... Their heads..."Russ listlessly answered Jasmaed's question, Jasmamet was a little surprised, Ruth actually answered his own question, "You are the only one, alive, to come here... Person... Wrong... The Ancient Dragons..."

"What do you call the Ancients who have been bountied?" Justimed twisted his waist, trying to sit more comfortably.

"Bountyholder. Ruth's right hand grasped Jasmaed's silver sheath, and his left hand gradually released it, changing from clenching to caressing, touching it with every finger of his left hand.

"So... I'm a bounty now, am I?" Jaszmaded twisted his waist and let the wound in his abdomen tear open again, causing him to close his eyes and press his brows down as he squeezed toward the middle.

"No, you've been taken by me... Caught in the bounty, you... It's not a bounty..."Ruth's left hand stopped caressing the silver scabbard, and once again became a clench, and his right hand released the sheath and grasped the handle of Jasmed's complete weapon, pulling it out of the scabbard for a small part, Ruth's eyes rested on the body of the complete weapon, never moving away, "If... You don't... Caught by me... We'll give you... Up a... New bounty nicknames..."

"The nickname for the bounty?" Jaszed Maed opened his eyes, and there was nothing but pain in his eyes, but only doubt.

"A... Convenient for us... Find you... And the name given... That's it..."Ruce's voice grew softer, "do you think... What a name... What's right for you?"

"Silver Green Claw... Biqing juice... Aoyama Blue... Silky robe... Clothings... Clothes!" Jaszmede's voice also became softer, except for the word "green" and "clothes", the sound of the other words was very slight.

"Tsing Yi, it's good..."Ruth's indifferent and light voice suddenly added a touch of playfulness, "Qing... Clothing... The name... Very good... Just with you... With you Ancient Dragons... The identity of... It doesn't seem to match..."

"Hmm... Not really... I think it's a good match for my identity as an ancient dragon..."Jasmaed said this seriously, but it made Ruth's eyes look confused, "Why... Will there be a bounty? I'm curious..."

"Why... Because I want to, live. Because of survival..."Ruth's right hand retracted Jasmmet's complete weapon into the silver sheath, then closed his eyes, "Their existence is inevitable! In the area of the sea of fire... No one can... Deter... Their appearance..."

"That's... Your leader of Vrkac, you, and the Ancients who follow you... Can you stop them from appearing?" Jasmaed's eyes were extremely clear at the moment, and his question from the bottom of his heart made Ruth seem stunned, Ruth's expression was still the same indifferent appearance just now, but the trance in his eyes was noticed by Jasmaed, "Is everything you say and do different from the bounty? or... You're just like them... Is it because of survival?"

"We... We... With them... Different!" the trance in Ruth's eyes vanished, and firmness appeared in his eyes, inexplicably and abruptly. Jasmamet looked at Ruth, who had also fully opened his eyes at this time, and looked at Jasmaed, and the two looked at each other, and the silence of each other made them feel the silence together.