Facts have once again proved that good luck is limited, but bad luck is unlimited.
The dazzling golden light suddenly disappeared, and Jasper Caldwell's hands were empty. He grasped twice in astonishment, but there was only air in his palms. His left ear suddenly hurt, and a silver ear buckle pierced the skin and fastened on the earlobe. The bright red blood flowed along the exquisite lines and soon disappeared.
The rice-sized black gem became more and more dazzling. Jasper Caldwell didn't have time to touch his ear. With a "ah" sound, he fell freely.
His eardrums swelled and ached, and it was as if countless chain-like words were interweaving and shuttling in his mind, vivid as if they had life. Every line of words that passed by would bring a headache. If conditions did not allow it, Jasper Caldwell would most likely hold his head and roll in the air.
It would be fine if he fell to death, but he must be tortured before he dies?
His teeth bit his lips, cold sweat soaked his forehead hair, but his earrings were glowing.
Jasper Caldwell closed his eyes, his head hurt even more, but the speed of falling suddenly slowed down, and a voice seemed to ring in his ears. It was ancient, vicissitudes, and chanted in a strange language, but it was directly imprinted in his mind.
I don’t understand, but I can understand.
A strange contradiction.
It was like singing praises to the green earth, praising the blue sky, or praying to the mountains, rivers, and trees. With the simplicity of the ancients and their worship and fear of nature, the voices turned from one to many, hundreds and thousands, flooding into my mind like a tide. The interwoven chain of words suddenly glowed with golden light, breaking, shattering, and magnifying one by one as if in slow motion, and then merging together.
The headache suddenly stopped and my body seemed to be surrounded by a cool breeze, blocking out the scorching wind.
Jasper Caldwell closed his eyes, his body suspended in the air, and the eternal voice echoed in his mind over and over again.
His black hair danced in the air, and a ball of golden light enveloped him again. It was not aggressive at all, but as gentle as flowing silk, brushing across the clouds and sliding across the sky. The prayers and songs of the ancestors could be heard in the clouds.
The vast earth, the endless blue sky, the flowing rivers, the green grass, and the vast forests.
The desert is no longer there, only countless lives nourished by rain.
Is this an illusion, or a past replaced by desolation?
A figure appeared before my eyes, black hair, black eyes, calm gaze, strange yet familiar, that was myself in the mirror...
The golden light began to weaken, the strange scene suddenly disappeared, the word chain and the voice in the mind also disappeared without a trace, and there was only the whistling hot wind around. Returning from the dream to reality, a scream pierced the sky, and He, who had just been so "arrogant", fell rapidly again.
Are you really going to fall to your death? Falling from a high altitude, a piece of meat pie?
Just as Jasper Caldwell closed his eyes and angrily raised his middle finger to the God of Time Travel, the falling movement stopped, and he suddenly had a real sense of being down to earth.
I felt something smooth and hard under my body, and when I touched forward, it felt like feathers.
He opened his eyes carefully, and saw a golden brown. He looked up, and saw the big bird that saved him was staring at him angrily, with its feathers erected, and was about to throw Jasper Caldwell off.
Only then did Jasper Caldwell realize that he was lying on someone's mouth, grabbing someone's nostrils with one hand and pulling a handful of feathers with the other.
Saving someone and getting rewarded like this would make anyone angry, getting furious would be the least of their worries.
"Calm down, please calm down!" Jasper Caldwell laughed awkwardly, "I had no choice, please forgive me."
Feeling that Long Ying's anger was gradually subsiding, Jasper Caldwell's heart, which had been in his throat, slightly dropped. However, a man's voice came from above his head, "Who are you?"
Following the sound, I saw a man in a linen robe sitting on the back of a dragon eagle, one hand on his raised knee, and the other hand holding a scimitar. The handle was inlaid with gems, the blade was shiny, and the tip of the blade was against his forehead.
"explain!"
The man's head was wrapped in a cloth of the same color as his robe. The cloth went around his shoulders, covering his chin and lips, leaving only a pair of brown eyes and a high nose bridge. His skin was light brown with deep features.
Jasper Caldwell was stunned, not because the man was sitting on the eagle's back, nor because of his appearance, but because he could actually understand what he was saying!
What's going on?
"Dumb?"
Siculus' voice came again, and Jasper Caldwell frowned. Even if he saved him, this man gave him a very bad feeling.
"no."
After the words came out, Jasper Caldwell was stunned again. Not only could he understand, but he could also speak?
Siculus put away his scimitar, leaned forward, grabbed Jasper Caldwell's arm, and pulled him from the dragon eagle's mouth. As the distance got closer, he could smell the smell of sand.
The coat that was wrapped around Jasper Caldwell's head had long disappeared. In the past two months, his black hair had grown to his shoulders, and his face was covered with black and white stripes. Only his eyes were clear and bright.
Siculus looked at Jasper Caldwell and said, "He looks like he is not from the East."
Jasper Caldwell was handsome, with a slightly softer outline, more like a southern sea dweller. But the hair and eye colors of sea dwellers were very light, and there was no such thing as black hair and black eyes, and they rarely came to the east. Moreover, black eyes were the symbol of witches.
Hiss---
With the sound of cloth tearing, Jasper Caldwell's shirt turned into strips of cloth. He looked down at himself in astonishment, then at the man who was tearing his clothes. What was he doing?
"You are a man."
... Nonsense! Anyone with eyes knows it!
"It's really dirty."
Jasper Caldwell endured for a while before controlling his emotions and not throwing punches on the spot. The other party had saved him after all, so it was just a shirt, so he could just tear it, and he endured it!
"What happened just now?" Siculus took off the cloth on his head and handed it to Jasper Caldwell, who took it and wrapped it around himself. Although men are not afraid of being shirtless, it is better to cover up a little, as Orientals are reserved.
"To be honest, I don't know either." Jasper Caldwell shrugged his shoulders. The cloth felt very comfortable wrapped around his body and he didn't feel hot. It was neither silk nor cotton. He was a little curious about what material it was made of.
"Don't look at me like that, I really don't know." Jasper Caldwell scratched his head, "I still want to thank you for saving me, can you find a place to let me down?"
Siculus said nothing. Without the towel wrapped around him, his long dark brown hair looked almost golden in the sunlight.
"Answer my questions and I'll let you go."
...
"Otherwise, I'll throw you down."
...
"not talking?"
"...or you can just throw it away."
Jasper Caldwell instinctively didn't want to talk about what happened in the deserted city and before. There seemed to be a voice in his subconscious telling him not to say it.
Siculus narrowed his eyes. "Sim."
The dragon eagle suddenly let out a loud cry and instantly tilted ninety degrees.
It was too sudden, Jasper Caldwell didn't react, and fell directly down the dragon eagle's back. He fell in mid-air, and without a sound, he was hooked into the eagle's claws. Siculus' voice sounded again: "Do you want to say it?"
Jasper Caldwell: ...
Humans are too dangerous, and he wants to go back to the desert.
The claws of the dragon eagle are very hard, and the claws are extremely sharp. They can easily cut open the belly of a bison. Jasper Caldwell was suspended in the air, as if he was tied up by steel bars, but his mind was becoming clearer and clearer. Regardless of whether the other party was simply curious or something else, judging from his behavior, he had to find a way to escape.
The dragon eagle circled in the sky, and below it were the Bitian soldiers following Siculus. The Bitians could enter the desert in bad weather, and as long as they had the dragon eagle, they didn't need to worry about getting lost in the depths of the desert.
"Lord City Lord!"
The dragon eagle lowered its altitude. The Bitia soldiers below looked up, and when they saw Jasper Caldwell in the dragon eagle's claws, they all showed strange expressions.
The city lord left in a hurry, but came back to catch someone? If I am not mistaken, the person was wrapped in the city lord's headscarf?
Jasper Caldwell was getting closer and closer to the ground and could already see the expressions of the people below.
The flapping of its wings stirred up a cloud of yellow sand. The soldiers of Bitia stood still and waited until the dragon eagle landed on the ground. At the same time, they clasped one hand in front of their chest and saluted the city lord.
"Lord City Lord, should we continue forward or return to the city?"
Siculus sat on the back of the dragon eagle and looked far into the distance. He was looking in the direction of the city of Plan. As a descendant of the great royal family of the Alan Empire, he had been defeated by Rowan Hawthorne again and again. This humiliation would be repaid double one day.
"Back to the city!"
"yes!"
Siculus seemed to have forgotten about Jasper Caldwell who was under the claws of the dragon eagle, but Jasper Caldwell didn't want to be caught in the air again.
While Siculus was talking to the Bitian soldier, the dragon eagle combed its feathers and quietly moved its claws out little by little. He had experience in learning from the sand lizard. Just when he was halfway there, his body tightened. He looked up and saw a pair of big golden eyes staring at him with an unfriendly look.
"Let's have a discussion?" Jasper Caldwell asked cautiously, in a low voice, "Can you relax a little?"
The claws tightened.
Jasper Caldwell understood that this person was not someone he could negotiate with.
Is it really necessary to do another high-altitude walk?
The soldiers of Bitia waved their whips and turned back to the city. The camels raised a cloud of dust, and the dragon eagle flapped its wings and took off again. Jasper Caldwell gritted his teeth and said, "I'll die if I die!" He broke free with one arm and grabbed the dragon eagle's claws with his sharp nails.
The eagle screamed loudly, and Jasper Caldwell's body suddenly relaxed. He rolled to the ground in a mess. Covered in yellow sand, he turned around and ran without caring about anything else.
Siculus calmed the dragon eagle, his voice filled with anger, "Catch him!"
Several Bitian soldiers swung their whips and the camels rushed towards Jasper Caldwell. Just as Jasper Caldwell was about to be caught, an army from Plan City suddenly appeared less than 500 meters away.
This is the desert area at the junction of Bitia City and Plan City, and the armies of both sides may appear. After hearing the news that the dragon eagle appeared in the desert, Rowan Hawthorne immediately led the army out of the city.
Black lizards and dragon eagles are natural enemies. Black lizards like to eat dragon eagles' eggs, and dragon eagles will also capture young lizards. They are at the top of the food chain, so once they meet, there will be a fierce battle.
The same goes for Rowan Hawthorne and Siculus. A desert is too big to accommodate two kings.
The battle started suddenly. Jasper Caldwell didn't know whether he was lucky or extremely unlucky. The only thing he could do was to leave as quickly as possible. Swords and knives have no eyes. If he was not caught by the strange bird, it would not be worth it to be cut by a knife or shot by an arrow.
The dragon eagle screamed and the black lizard roared. Siculus knew that the other side was well prepared and there was no benefit in fighting, so he immediately ordered a retreat.
Moody would not miss such a good opportunity. He patted the black lizard on the back and ordered a pursuit.
One side wanted to run, the other side chased closely, and the desert was full of dust. Jasper Caldwell covered his mouth with a cloth towel and ran wildly in the dust. The high temperature and intense exercise almost suffocated him. The ear buckle emitted a faint light, and the dull pain in his chest gradually eased. He ran to a pile of rocks and finally couldn't run anymore. He leaned against the rock and gasped for breath.
I touched my left ear and the wound hasn’t healed yet. It’s burning with pain. How unlucky! What’s going on?
Login to comment
Be the first one to comment...