The Sea of Fire

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

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

The guy in front of him, who calls himself "Bourth", is an ancient dragon. Jaszmaded knew this because of the words that came from Bourth's mouth: "I really think you are disgusting... No, it's your people, it makes me sick...", only those of that tribe would say such words, their people are of the same race as Jasmamed, both belong to the ancient dragons, but they are Della Fra, and Jasmamed is Ron Kwaid.

Ron Kwyd disliked Della Fray's freewheeling, and Della Flar was disgusted with Ron Kwyd's hypocrisy. Even the patriarch of the Ancient Dragons... Nako Nogad can't reconcile the conflict between the two communities, all he can do is to make the conflict between the two communities as low as possible.

What convinced Jasmad even more that Bourte was de la Fra was the complete weapon of Della Fra, which he was now constantly swinging at Justumed in his left hand—the one that seemed too colorful to Justymed. This complete weapon was just as displeasing to Jaszmad as its owner, but he also had to admit that the weapon was sharp... This weapon looks... It should be the same as this complete weapon in my hand... Achieved a 50% degree of completion... But that's really bad news for me...

Although the wounds on Jaszmad's body had been healed by the medicine, the accumulated fatigue had not disappeared. And now Jasmaed's head is hurting more and more, and the abdomen that was kicked by Bourte has lost consciousness, and Jasmamet can only barely resist Bourth's attack...

The pain in his head became more and more intense, and Jaszmaded began to feel that something was wrong, just the exhaustion that had accumulated over and over again should not make his head hurt so much... Where... What went wrong... Something is wrong...

But soon the pain in Jaszmede's head disappeared, and a slight feeling of dizziness followed by the pain disappeared, and the vertigo only stayed for one breath. Immediately after the pain wore off, it was Bourthé who kept slashing, and for some unknown reason, he stopped slashing at Jaszmaed.

Looking up at him, Bourth's eyes were full of consternation, followed by exasperation.

"Did you drink the ancient people's diar?" Bourth's voice was more urgent than angry, "Answer me!"

"I've had a big bowl of puku," Jaszedmed took a step back with his right foot and followed with his left, and Jasmedra opened up the distance between him and Bourth.

"Damn! we can't drink the Ancients!" Bourte turned his head, not looking directly at Jasmaed, as if he had seen something, "You don't just make me feel sick... Not only are you disgusting... It's stupid..."

Jasmamet watched as Bourte put away the full weapon in his left hand and tucked it into the dark gold sheath he wore on his left waistband. Then he turned around and ran towards the wooden door of the pavilion.

Jasmamet sat on the ground and let Bourte leave, Jasmamet had no strength left to continue to resist Bourth's attack, and at this moment, Bourth's departure was a rare good news for Jasmamet... But what he said just now made Jaszmad have to be concerned..."Have you drunk the ancient people's dizzy... We can't drink the ancient people's skuze..."

The way Bourte looked at him at that time also made Jaszmad very concerned, "stunned"... What did he see... What did he see in my body or in my head... would be so stunned... Then he turned his head and saw something again... That's why he gave up his promise that "the owner of the name 'Bourth'... will end the life of 'Jasmaed' tonight..."... Choose to put away your weapons and get out of here...

The ancients who stayed in the Jiu Pavilion all looked at Jasyumed with a strange gaze, their black and yellow or emerald green eyes were full of uneasiness and fear, Jasyumet was sure that there was something abnormal in his body, and although the eyes of Bourte just now were different from those of these ancient people, they were unexpectedly similar. These ancient people screamed and exclaimed, and ran towards the wooden door of the Jiu Pavilion.

At this time, Jaszmad's eyes followed their figures, and looked at the wooden door of the Gym Pavilion, only to realize that the observer had already run towards the wooden door of the Jardine Pavilion, and it did not know when it had left its side. Bourte follows the observer closely, bending downwards and stretching out his hands towards the observer, and when he gets close enough to the observer, Bourte will surely capture it... I see... Bourthé, this guy wants to capture the Watcher... But... What the hell happened to me... If I'm not mistaken, the sharp pain in my head and the short, slight dizziness just now must have something to do with what happened to me... Jasmaed slowly stood up and walked towards the wooden door.

The Ancients male, who had just been saved by Jasmaed, appeared in front of Bourte on the right side of the city, and Jasmamet didn't even see where he came from... He was running towards the Observer, but he didn't want to catch him, he didn't bend down or stretch out his hands, and Jasmamet guessed that he was just having the same idea as the Observer - to escape from the Pavilion.

The figure of an ancient human male appeared in front of Bourth's right, he ran towards Bourte head-on, the observer and the ancient human male who was saved by Jaszed Med ran away from his left and right sides one after another, his eyes did not look at the observer on his lower left, but looked at the ancient man who was saved by Jaszmed who ran away on his right, just a breath, Jasyumet saw disdain in his eyes, but soon, a look that Jasyumet had never seen in the eyes of the ancients appeared in the eyes of this ancient people... That kind of look... Is it despair, but why is the light and fire in his eyes never extinguished? Is it hope? But why is the sadness and pain in his eyes so obvious? I don't understand...

The ancient tribe pulled out his right leg and kicked it into Bourth's left arm. Bourthé's entire body bent downward, rolled forward, dodging the Ancients' kicks, and jumped forward a step and a half, grabbing the still trembling observer. Bourte placed it under his left armpit with both hands, clamping it firmly, while his right hand grabbed the wrist of the left hand of the ancient man who had been saved by Jaszmad. Bourthé turned his entire body half a circle from right to left, threw the ancient man who had been saved by Jaszmad towards the ancient people, smashed him into the ancient people, and then turned his body half a circle from right to left again, leaving the pavilion with the observer under his left armpit.

Two ancient men hit the wooden wall of the pavilion one after another, and the two ancient men appeared as if they were in a coma. At this time, in the Jiu Pavilion, except for Jaszed Med and the three comatose ancient men, there was no longer a living ancient human.

Jaszmaed walked to the wooden door, his right foot touched something, he looked down at his right foot, and found that his right foot had kicked a large bowl with half a bowl of pukubai... Maybe it's a big bowl with half a bowl of Pukuba... Puku's reflection of Jasmaed's figure, but this figure is a little different from his usual one..."On his" head... There are two silver horns... Damn! Damn! Damn! It turns out that Burte's mouth said, "We can't drink the ancient people's dizzy...", this is what it means! If the ancient dragons drink the ancient people's brewed di, it will make the ancient dragons' transformation abnormal... The sharp pain in the head and the short, slight dizziness just now were also caused by the abnormality of the transfiguration... The ancients screamed and screamed because they saw the two silver horns on my head... I escaped from the Pavilion because I was afraid of me... Damn it... As the guy Bourte said... I'm so stupid...

As soon as Jasmamet walked to the wooden door of the Pavilion, two ancient people appeared in front of him, one of them was an ancient man who had fought outside the village where he had met Neibu Sente and his group, and Jasmamet recognized him at a glance, and the eyes of this ancient man looked at Jasmamet and immediately burst into a strong light. He leaped out from behind another Ancients male and leapt in front of Jasmamed, who was sure he had pulled his cyan weapon from his sheath, and although the click was quiet, almost muffled by the sound of his feet slamming on the ground as he leaped in front of him, Jasmed was aware of it. Jasmaed could not see the shaft and tip of his weapon, he hid his entire weapon behind the right side of his body, he clenched his left hand into a fist, and placed it next to his left waist half a fist away, so that Jasmamet could not see the right hand from which he drew his weapon and the handle of the weapon that his right hand was holding. Jaszmaed couldn't immediately tell how he was going to attack him.

Jaszmaede is nowhere near as comfortable as he was when he first met this ancient Terran male... The wound in his abdomen continued to leak green juice, the sharp pain and brief dizziness in his head did not know if it would strike again, the two silver horns on the top of his head did not know how to get rid of it, and the exhaustion and pain also dulled Jaszmad's body... All of this made Jasmaed hesitate and hesitate in the face of the impending attack of the Ancients.

The cyan weapon that swung from the right side of his body came to his neck in the blink of an eye, and he was faster than the last time Jasmede fought him.

Jasmamed's body leaned back, his right foot retreated half a step back, his right thigh was tense, his right hand held the sheath of the silver sheath at the ribbon at his right waist, the wrist of his right hand turned inward slightly, and at the same time, the thumb of his right hand flicked the handle of the complete weapon upwards, and the complete weapon of Jasmamed flew out of the sheath with its characteristic dark color, and flew towards the upper left of Jasmamed. When the slash of the ancient male came to Jasmamed's neck again, Jasmamed's complete weapon flew to Jasmamed's neck to block his slash, and at the same time, Jasmede immediately raised his left arm, the wrist of his left hand turned inward for half a circle, the tiger's mouth went down, the left hand firmly held the complete weapon flying upward, the right hand released the sheath of the sheath, and put the right hand on the body of the complete weapon, and the left hand and right hand exerted force at the same time, resisting the continuous power of this ancient human race on the cyan weapon。

Jaszmad looked at another Ancients male, standing still unmoved, but his deep eyes kept flashing. Jaszmaded had to be wary of another Ancient male, even if he didn't seem to have the slightest idea of joining forces with this Ancients male to attack him. As Jasmamet went deeper and deeper into the territory of the ancient people, he found that his understanding of the ancient people became more and more vague, and before entering the territory of the ancient people and meeting the ancient people, he could only hear the appearance, behavior, words and deeds of the "ancient people" from the mouths of his own people. At that time, Jaszmad had a very clear understanding of the Ancients - the Ancients were a very intelligent race, but at the same time they were also a very dangerous race. But now... The ancients whom Jasmaded met did not seem to be extremely intelligent or dangerous, but most of them were very greedy... They seem to be filled with lust all over their bodies and heads, and it seems that along with their hearts, they are also occupied by lust.

The Ancients male who fought with Jasmad seems to be an exception, and he is considered to be the wisest of the Ancients he has met in Jasmaed... He is the only Ancients who have deceived Jasmaed with his physical movements. And another ancient man is special in the eyes of Jaszmaded... The rest of the Ancients would have stepped forward to attack Jasmamet at the same time that their companions had come forward to attack Jasmamet, but he didn't... Why? Why didn't he attack me with this guy who attacked me? He should have seen the silver horns on my head... There was no fear in his face... There is no naked desire either... But there was a constant glint in his deep eyes... I don't understand... I don't understand... Why?

Jasmamed's thoughts were interrupted by the kick of the ancient man in front of him, his left leg was pulled out, and his left foot kicked into Jasmamed's injured abdomen, Jasmede was stunned for a moment and was discovered by him, he did not miss this opportunity, and immediately attacked Jasmamed's wound. Justmaed's eyes immediately narrowed as he was kicked in the abdomen, and the pain tried to force him to close his eyes, and he had to resist the thought of his body to keep his vision from being plunged into darkness. Pursing his lips hard, the pain brought his upper and lower rows of teeth together, and his entire body fell to the left... The current situation is really bad for Jaszmaed.

When Jaszmad's entire body fell to the ground, the ancient man did not immediately attack him, but had doubts in his eyes.

"Vorkaco, chief—" he turned his head to look at the ancient Terran male behind him, "He's, the man I mentioned to you yesterday... Well... It's, I mentioned to you yesterday, the ancient dragon ......"

"Are you sure?" there was also a hint of doubt in the deep eyes of the ancient human male, "Even if it is injured, as an ancient dragon... It shouldn't be so weak... It's almost a being that you can ravage at will, it's too weak... And more importantly... It doesn't quite match your previous description... It has two extra silver horns on its head. ”

"But other than that... Other... It's all the same!" his voice was full of determination.