One horizontally and one vertically.
Horizontally are the cuts made by the thin sword.
The vertical line is the sword wound made by the broad sword.
Since there is no tool to measure time, as an alternative, the two of them would use their weapons to carve such marks on the stone ground around them every time they took a break.
Ziquan uses the adamantine rapier she carries with her. This weapon is the most suitable weapon for the magic swordsman. As the leader of the Snow Burial Society, Ziquan is naturally equipped with the best weapon of this kind.
And Ge Sheng used the small sword that Zhui Dark gave him at the end of the meeting. As a spiritual weapon of unknown grade, it could be adjusted in size freely. At this moment, Ge Sheng restored it to its normal size. , which is a broad sword as long as an arm.
The so-called spiritual weapons are all made of objects with extraordinary materials and inscribed souls.
For example, Huang Tian is disillusioned with these two semi-sacred weapons in the world. Huang Tian is a long sword from all directions, and would rather break than bend. But disillusionment is about to use a scimitar on horseback, slashing against the wind with unparalleled sharpness.
The dream sword used by Ao Xuehua is a white long sword without a scabbard or a sword grid, so on weekdays, when the sword is drawn out, the sword is sheathed and moved forward.
As for Mo Xiaojing's ice-blue giant sword, which has never been unsheathed, it has a meticulous shape.
And now, seven horizontal and six vertical, that is to say, they have been resting here for about seven days.
During those early days, they took frequent breaks because staying awake was the greatest pain in this desperate situation. But as the story of the two people was told, the desire to survive gradually increased, and the intervals between breaks became longer and longer.
So all in all, the time the two people stayed in this world, including the first day, was close to nine days.
In other words, the expected maximum survival time of two people is approaching.
Ge Sheng shook his silver kettle, and there was still a faint sound of water inside. He handed it to the girl next to him with a hoarse voice. Due to the cherishment of drinking water, the two of them drank very little in the past nine days. , after all, this was their share for the original three days: "I still have a little water here."
"No." Ziquan Anjing shook his head: "Wait until someone can't hold on anymore before drinking."
"Approximately how long has passed?" Ge Sheng frowned. He checked each other's food and confirmed that there was only one piece of dried meat left.
"In normal time." Ziquan gently stroked the seven horizontal and six vertical scratches with his fingers: "It is more than eight days, but nine days are not full."
Ge Sheng sighed: "Is this our limit?"
At this moment, Ziquan, who was about to answer, stopped his voice: "Did you hear something?"
Ge Sheng nodded.
The sound came suddenly, not loud, but very clear.
That's the sound of waves.
"Why?" Ge Sheng couldn't help but ask.
He has never seen the sea, but he has grown up by the big lake since he was a child. Every evening and early morning, the water in the lake will rise and fall.
For those who live by Broken Star Lake, this is a phenomenon that they have heard before their eyes.
But that is a mortal lake, and it is normal for the tide to rise and fall.
This is a world of lava, and outside is a sea of lava.
How can there be tidal surges in the sea of lava?
"Let's go and take a look." Ziquan said quietly, her dove-gray eyes were calm: "After coming here, I was too scared at first, and then I never left this fortress, the ocean of this world. , I still haven’t understood it.”
As she said this, she pulled out the rapier that was stuck on the ground, and with just two slashes, the masonry in front of her was smoothly cut open.
When it was originally built, the fortress was not designed with a gateway to the outside world.
But at this moment when ammunition and food are exhausted, there is no difference in facing death anywhere.
"Then let's take a look." Ge Sheng nodded casually. He also took out the Dark Chaser sword from his arm and followed Ziquan back to the island surrounded by magma.
Traveling to another world is extremely dangerous and scary, but how many people have the opportunity to experience such a trip?
Just like this ocean of magma, if it is regarded as a source of danger, it is an abyss of fear.
But if it is a scenery to appreciate, besides them, who else in this world has the opportunity to see and appreciate it.
Ziquan walked out of the relatively comfortable fortress, and the hot wind with strong sulfur steam from the outside rushed in. She wrapped the wet gauze around her face and looked back at Ge Sheng: "Look."
Ge Sheng looked at it and was extremely shocked for a moment.
Yes, the tide is rising.
This sea of magma is actually rising.
The red magma beside the rock is rising with thick bubbles, and the waves hit the rock creating a dull sound.
And in the distance, waves are surging, waves of magma rising one layer at a time.
"Perhaps this is really the end of my life." Ziquan said calmly, shaking his head.
"I don't want to die here yet." Ge Sheng nodded.
He said he didn't want to die, but nodded.
He said it would cost him his life, but he shook his head.
Those who nod acknowledge their fate.
Those who shake their heads deny fate.
Whether they admit it or deny it, they don't want to give in.
"But it's very beautiful." Ziquan looked at the rising tide of the fiery sea.
She never said this when she came in.
Because at that time the world was a nightmare of fear, representing death and isolation.
"Yes." Ge Sheng responded with a smile: "Very beautiful."
"Such a beautiful place." Ziquan rubbed her head, the blue light still hovering around her: "I don't want to die here."
"Yes." Ge Sheng nodded, and the Zhui Dark in his hand gently drew an arc. "I told you, I don't want to either."
"Living one minute longer is still alive." Ziquan said this, raising his hand to split a rock from his side, and then raised his sword blade to block the edge in front of him: "Then let us live with all our strength. .”
"Good suggestion." Ge Sheng agreed, so he also waved the broad sword. The spiritual weapon given by the saint was glowing with pale golden light at the moment, like a burning pillar of fire.
A square piece of rock was cut out and blocked in front of him.
This is a ring-shaped fortress, just to raise the island.
They were fighting to the death, but not to death.
But to survive.
Use everything you have to survive.
At this time, a sharp sound pierced the eardrum.
Ziquan looked at the sudden fire ball in the distance and gently covered his mouth.
"No."
Ge Sheng also saw it and murmured:
"This is not a rising tide."
The fireball leaping out of the sea of magma had clear limbs.
That is living existence.
"It's a herd of beasts." Ziquan bit her chapped lips and made her final judgment.
"That's the world, the herd of fire."
"They are swimming in the ocean of magma and coming towards us."
(short.
But what follows is the final climax of this volume.
I will try my best to write it well.
Also - increasing the number of daily updates is also a top priority. )
