The Sea of Fire

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

Chapter 5 Lamb Jaszmad Ned Nied· Laalm (middle)

Jasmaed raised his left hand and gently rubbed the top of his head, the two silver horns were still on top of his head, and they did not disappear. It was not surprising that these two ancient men saw their appearance and immediately attacked them. At this time, the weapon in the right hand of the ancient Terran male swung towards Jasmamet from the upper right to the lower left, and this time the slash was more rapid than the previous one. Jasmamed's right hand quickly pulled the complete weapon out of the silver sheath, flicked the fingers of his right hand, changed the full weapon from a reverse grip to a positive grip, and then immediately threw it into his left hand, while Jasmamed bent his upper body, then bent his knees, took a step and a half to the left with his left foot, and took a step behind his right foot. The left hand caught the complete weapon thrown by the right hand, and slashed at the wrist of the right hand of the ancient man who kept moving towards the lower right of Jasmed, although Jasmed became weak, but his strength at this time still directly cut off the wrist of the right hand of the ancient man Mad, and the wrist of his right hand held the weapon, constantly sprinkling honey dust around, and gently fell to the ground.

The Ancients man's eyes remained the same, the strong killing intent seemed to allow him to ignore the pain caused by the loss of his right wrist, he swung his thin left fist at Jasmead, Jasmed took a half-step forward with his right foot, and then his left foot followed, dodging the Homin's punch, and then Justimed raised his left hand and struck his left temple with the bottom end of the complete weapon's handle. The ancient Terran male immediately fell to the ground.

Jasmamet turned around and found that another ancient man had come to him, his hands clenching his weapon, his hands, arms and his whole body were trembling, Jasmamet didn't see even a trace of battle intent in his eyes, all he could see was fear.

Jasmamet turned around again, ignoring the ancient men behind him, and instead approached the ancient women and the two ancient men who were fighting.

The ancient women have defeated the ancient men with the word face, making him lose the ability to fight, and the remaining ancient man with a word face is struggling to support alone, the wounds on his body are far more than the wounds of the ancient women, and the honey yellow dust continues to flow out of the wounds, which makes him appear more anxious and passive, although he is still wielding his weapon hard, but he can hardly attack the ancient women now, the ancient women have always kept a proper distance from him, or stabbed or thrown, or picked or stabbed, and there are more and more wounds on the body of the ancient men with the word face。

She waved her arms and threw the weapon from left to right towards the back of the weapon of the Azig-faced Ancient-Terran male, this scene was familiar to Jassimed, just now she seemed to have done a similar action to the Tyco-faced Ancient-Terran male, the hilt of her weapon was constantly bent, and when it was bent to the limit, its blade tip stabbed into the right hand of the A-faced Ancient-Terran male, but the Male-Ancient-faced Terran lowered his hands holding the weapon, his upper body bent back slightly, and his left foot retreated half a step back, avoiding her stab. For him, it seemed that he had not only dodged the attacks of the ancient women, but also lost his fighting spirit, and he put the weapon in his hand back to his back and looked at the ancient women. The ancient women also withdrew the weapon they had stabbed, put it back on their backs, and looked at the ancient men with the nail face, and the two seemed to have reached some kind of consensus, and neither of them continued to fight.

The Azi-faced Ancient Terran man came to the side of the Ancient Terran male with the Zizi face, helped him re-carry his huge weapon to his back, and then the two of them helped each other out of the bounty office.

The ancient human woman slowly walked towards the inner step of the cent, her footsteps did not stop, but she turned her head to look at the jasmamet who was also walking towards the inner step of the center at this time, jasmamet noticed her faint gaze, and looked at each other with her, she quickly withdrew her gaze, jasmamet rarely did not see the surprise and fear of himself in the eyes of an ancient people...

The ancient women walked to the side of the inner step and took out the medicine leaf from her arms, and Jaszed Med then came to the side of the inner step center, the ancient woman was about to put the medicine leaf in her mouth, Jaszed Med immediately stopped her, shook her head, took out the small gold bottle containing the liquid medicine, pulled out the cork, first poured the liquid medicine on the four fingers of the right hand of the inner step and the thumb, and then poured the liquid medicine on her right abdomen, and then took a step towards the stone wall on the right side of the inner step and the right foot, followed with her left foot, sat down with her back against the stone wall, untied the ribbon of the green mountain blue silk robe, put the ribbon and the silver sheath on the ground, and took off the silk robe, revealing his naked upper body, his silver-white skin constantly emitting white heat, and sweat dripping on his forehead and chest were clearly visible. He poured the rest of the liquid on his right abdomen and left chest, and slowly spread the liquid evenly over the wound.

Turning her head to look at the Ancients, she peeked at Jaszmed with curiosity, while her right hand carefully applied the potion to the unconscious Nebusente. After applying the potion, the ancient women stood up and looked at Jasmaed, no longer peeking at him.

"You have to take care of her. Her voice was calm and low, and unusually slow.

"I will... But how do you know... The words "I will" blurted out almost immediately, and Jaszmatry should have been surprised by his own behavior, which he should have been... But he cares more about the words of the ancient women...

"You know from the way you look at her, you're going to take care of her. The ancient women patted their hands, and then touched the corners of the pale blue and purple wrap exposed from their waists with their own hands, and wiped the remaining medicinal liquid on their hands on the corners of their clothes.

"Do I see the look in the eyes of the inner step," Jaszed muttered unconsciously, he didn't know what he thought of the inner step... I'm like... I don't know myself very well... I don't know my heart very well... I... What do you think of Inner Step Cent? Jaszmaded accidentally touched the wound in his abdomen, and the pain caused him to immediately lower his head and close his left eye tightly, "Ah... It hurts..."

"It turns out that her name is Neibu Sente. The ancient human woman slowly stepped back, turned around as she stepped back, and walked towards the door of the bounty office, "The next time we meet, I'll tell you my name, and you can tell me your name too." ”

"Good. Jasmamet casually agreed to the ancient women, and then watched as she slowly walked out of the bounty and disappeared from her vision.

Jaszmaed stood up, put on his silk robe again, tied the ribbon, and inserted the silver scabbard back into the ribbon. He looked at Neibu Sente, and he suddenly wanted to know what kind of eyes he was looking at now, what kind of expression he was looking at...

Jaszed Med approached Nebu Sente, looked at her face, and felt her face... It seemed to be becoming more haggard, he seemed to be able to feel her sadness, and the original shallow sadness could no longer be suppressed by her at this time, and could no longer be hidden by her. It continued to spread outward from her side, filling the entire floor, becoming rich and harsh. Jaszmed unconsciously shed tears, he raised his right hand and carefully wiped away the tear that came out of his right eye... I'm a... What's wrong?

"Da-da-da... Click... Click..."

Dense footsteps came from the door of the bounty ya, Jasmamet turned around and cast his eyes on the door of the bounty ya, and the figure of an ancient human male appeared in his eyes, this ancient human male... When Jaszmed was still at the Pavilion... Seen by Ruth's side, he is what Ruth calls "the leader of Volkaco". What Justin Mad could not forget was the deep eyes of this ancient man. Seeing Vrkaco again, Jaszmed took a serious look at the "chief", he was not tall, nor strong, for an ancient human male, his physique was normal, even somewhat ordinary, without any prominence. The ancient man whom Jaszmad met in the Vessel Workshop earlier... He was very tall and strong, and in terms of body, he was far better than Verkaco.

Vrkaco has short silver-gray hair that reaches the top of his eyebrows, black and yellow eyes, a sassy appearance, and a silver-gray complexion. After looking closely, Jaszedmed noticed that there were many similarities between Vrkaco and Vorkaco, although Jaszmede felt that there should be some kind of special relationship between Insidesh and Furkaco, but this was only his guess.

When Jaszmaed and Verkaco looked at each other, the depth of Verkaco's eyes faltered, and a hint of surprise appeared in the depth. Vrkaco no longer looked at Jasmaed, he looked away from him, looking to the left of the inner step... Following Vrkaco's gaze, Jasyumet saw the ancient man whose right hand had been cut off by himself, he had fallen into a coma, and the other ancient man next to him was holding the body of the ancient man who had lost his right hand, making a rapid and subtle gasping sound, and he looked at Jasyumet, the fear in his eyes was still there. Jasmamet smiled as much as he could, and the ancient man watched Jasmamed's eyes begin to shake, he let go of his companion's hands, hid in the corner, crouched down against the stone wall, wrapped his arms around his legs, and his whole body trembled.

Jaszmaded withdrew his gaze and looked at Verkaco again, who seemed to be staring at him, and he was a little distracted, and the depth disappeared from his eyes, only sluggishness and woodenness. It's a little strange, and Jaszmatry remembers very well that it didn't appear when Verkaco first looked at himself... These two encounters... He saw me... No, this time... He didn't see me... It's because he's seen a person, an object, or an event he's never seen before... Jaszmed soon got the answer he was looking for – a step inside.

Before, Vrkako didn't see it at the entrance of the Pavilion... But what I see now on this floor of the stone building... In Verkaco's sight, "he, or she, or it ...", most likely... It's the inside step behind Jaszed.