A common tavern that connects all fantasy worlds

The last time Amazon heard news from this organization, it was brought by outside businessmen: the nuns occupied the abbey, and their leader Akara became the local patriarch.

"Blindness" must be in her hands. If anyone in this world can see through the darkness hidden behind these crimes... then it must be Akara.

The historical connection between the nuns and the Amazon immediately made Cassia think of this person. She thought about it carefully, and said to Dosten: "Highlanders, I have a way to understand what happened. Do you want to talk to me?" Heading to Tristram together?"

"Yes, I'm thinking of staying in the South for a few years."

Dosten readily agreed.

Of course, that had to be after the two had solved the problems Leon had encountered.

The freelance photographer didn't understand a single word of what they had just said.

It must be difficult for people from other worlds to understand why people in Sanctuary always show an absolute dislike for alien creatures, and they can quickly team up to fight together.

The reason is simple: people who don't know how to do it are dead long ago.

This is a world full of disasters, forged step by step in blood and fire.

The demons from hell have corrupted many things on the earth, making many creatures their accomplices. In the cruelest era, even staying in the city and being with everyone is hard to guarantee your life.Even the demon gods of hell walked openly in the world, the number of human beings dropped sharply to less than [-]% of the original within a few years, the bones filled the fields, and the flesh and blood piled up into mountains. Those days have not passed for a long time.

The vast majority of people in Sanctuary have a gnashing hatred for "demons". If they can do something to block the demons in their life, then it will be worthwhile to live once.

The reason why I say "the vast majority"... Well, the things that demons can provide to humans often seem more attractive.

Moreover, their evil actually comes from the world itself.

Fear, hatred, destruction, anger, pain, lies, sin, which human being has no such dark parts in his heart?

Led by the trembling photographer, two tall warriors came to New York in another time and space.

It was evening, the lights were on, and the streets were still bustling.

Large and small cars passed in front of several people, and the lights of Times Square in the distance almost turned the night sky that had not completely darkened into day.The sound of the engine and horn of the car, the music of the store, the construction sound of the nearby construction site, all kinds of noise came in, and the two soldiers who had never seen this battle quickly frowned.

"Awesome, I feel like I'm in hell already."

Cassia's mouth curled into a smile.

Leon smacked his lips and replied soullessly: "It's the evening rush hour. These people have to be stuck on the road for an hour or two, and repeat it in the opposite direction tomorrow morning... The subway should be full of people now, We can walk over slowly. I squatted at that subway station all day today and didn't get that train, maybe it will only come and go at midnight."

"It makes sense, midnight is often the favorite time for demons." Cassia nodded in agreement.

Walking is nothing to fighters like them who are on the go all year round.She once ran around the small island of her hometown in one breath, and she didn't feel anything wrong with her body except that she was sweating... Amazons are like this.

This is especially true for the silent big man beside him. It is said that the sign of a barbarian who is an adult and able to live independently is that he can climb up Mount Arreat from the ice wall on the north side with his bare hands.She couldn't even imagine what it would be like... The ice surface is so brittle, and there are no sharp protrusions, how can I use it?

Dosten was thinking of another question now.

Needless to say, this is his first time in another world.It is said that powerful mages can tear open the dimensional portal and go out of the world. In his opinion, Boss Xue of the tavern must be one of them.

They were originally in another world, and their clothes were completely different from those around them, so they should have attracted the attention of the people around them.But people in New York are like walking dead, walking past them quickly, even if they are attracted by their tall, strong, and strange weapons and armor, they often don't stop.

Lyon also answered this question: "Evening rush hour."

If they weren't rushing home, or to find another job, New Yorkers would still stop and look at this quality cross-dressing, maybe take a picture and upload it to social media.

But at this time... most people are already tired or hungry, and won't have the leisure to pay attention to the two cosplayers.

Even Americans don't have that much free time all the time.

On the contrary, for the two aliens, the scenery of this world is extremely novel.

Stepping on a flat street, the surrounding buildings seem to reach to the sky, and there are busy figures under the lights in the glass windows.The clothes on the passers-by around can be seen that each piece is neat and appropriate, and the material and tailoring are better than all the clothes they have seen worn by the royal family and nobles.

Many people still hold a small square black box in their hands and put it next to their ears, as if they are talking to another person far away by relying on it.

Even after walking for a while and waiting under a certain color-changing lamp post, there was a beeping sound on Leon.

The man, who looked a little thin to the two of them, answered the phone, and the voice of his girlfriend came from the opposite side: "Lyon, I'm off work, why didn't I see you at home?"

"I'm so bored, come out and take a few photos... It's okay, if you're hungry, eat first, don't wait for me to come back." Leon said.

"No, my dear..." My girlfriend wanted to say something more, but Leon made up his mind not to involve her in this matter, so he coaxed her with some good words and told her to wait at home with peace of mind.

These are obviously the crystallization of civilization... and it is another civilization completely different from Dosten and Cassia's world.People's own fighting power has not improved at all, but they have made tools more and more sophisticated, just like the camera that was once knocked over by a barbarian. Although it is such a small machine, it can use "light and shadow" to capture the light from time. Cut a moment.

However, the two soldiers didn't come here for this. Even though they were inevitably attracted by these things, they still followed Leon silently, walking towards the subway station amidst the crowd.

Even though there have been several shootings in the New York subway, the New York Transportation Agency MTA still refuses to install a security system in the subway.Compared with the threat to the personal safety of passengers, offending the freedom of passengers is obviously a bigger problem... This is a very serious political topic in the United States, and there is nothing wrong with the starting point.

Shootings are always a rare occurrence, but once a blatant violation of freedom is opened, the foundation of the country's founding and the legitimacy of its existence will be completely denied.

A truly modern country can have nothing but this "legitimacy".

After a few people finally entered the subway station against the crowd, the number of passengers lingering between the platform and the train has already decreased a lot.

Leon even had time to get out his camera and snap a few pictures, prompting further curiosity from the Amazons.

"You said that the thing you held in your hand could record what you saw? But what's the use of it? The people you 'photographed' didn't pay you to come."

In Cassia's impression, photography and oil painting are regarded as similar forms of creation.In her world, there are not so many painters who create purely for artistic purposes, and the works closest to "artistic creation" are often related to religion.Most of the time, only those aristocrats who have money and time will hire a painter to leave a portrait for themselves or their family members.

When the need for survival has not been fully met, people's pursuit of philosophy or art will be suppressed.

"I hope to explore the dark side of the city... those things that no one pays attention to." Leon replied.He didn't bring his portfolio when he went out today, otherwise he could show it to these two friends from different worlds.

What exactly is a work that can move people and be noticed?If fighters from another world can be attracted immediately, doesn't that prove that the path I'm on is right?

"The silver 'train' you mentioned, is it the one over there?" At this moment, Dosten suddenly spoke, and his eyes looked at the track line in the tunnel on the other side that was not running Get on a stopped train.

Chapter 9 The Carriage at the End

Just as Leon described... Those square boxes were silver-gray all over, shining with cold light.

Dosten didn't notice it at first, because the train didn't stop, but was dormant quietly on the other side of the tunnel, in the deep darkness, on the spare track; until the last train left, haha Only the Logas people could walk to the edge of the platform, looked around curiously, and found that thing.

The so-called "train", in the understanding of Dosten and Cassia, should be similar to a chariot, right?

There have also been some chariots that can move on their own without relying on animal power in the Sanctuary. They are generally classified as large war machines, driven by magic, and transported soldiers or supplies.

In comparison, what is called a "train" in this world is just going faster and carrying more loads.

Sticking his head out from the platform and looking at the spare track over there, Dosten turned around and looked at Cassia, who was also looking around.

Knowing what he wanted to ask, the Amazon shook his head slowly.

No trace of magic.

Also a race with strong bodies and outstanding individual combat effectiveness, the Amazons also have the additional ability to use magic.Their symbol is thunder, and it is said that the most powerful warriors will carry lightning bolts in every gesture, and any enemy they aim at will be instantly destroyed.

Due to their far higher affinity for magic than the Harrogaths, Dosten decided to turn to Cassia and trust her judgment in this regard.

In other words, no matter how strange this "train" is, it is not the creation of a demon or some perverted mage.

The management of the 112th Street subway station was as loose as ever, and because the evening rush hour was just over, and some passengers were filing out of the newly arrived trains, no one noticed this way.

Cassia felt that this was a good opportunity, and after sneaking behind a certain pillar, she gestured to the other two people.

The three avoided people's eyes and ears, jumped off the track from a light that had failed, and sneakily touched the vicinity of the silver-gray train.

Compared with Cassia, Dosten is obviously not used to this way of action... He is too big, and the weapons on his body are not small, and they slammed into each other when he walked .

But thanks to the utterly incompetent staff at the 112th Street station, they went all the way unnoticed.

A cordon was wrapped around this strange subway train, and I don't know if it was sealed up after Lyon called the police... But the photographer thought, why didn't he find it before?

It stands to reason that the size of this train is really not small, and he spent almost a day at the same station earlier today, so it was impossible to ignore it.

Suddenly, Cassia, who was leading the battle, raised her palm and immediately bent down.

The two men behind them also squatted down, held their breath, and hid themselves in the shadow of the car, only hearing the faint voice of two people talking on the opposite side of the train.

"...I don't know why the officer is so sure. Didn't you say that guy was driven away?"

"Since the officer has orders, we just follow orders. Wouldn't it be better if that guy didn't come... I really think this train is a bit scary, I don't know why."

The two approached while talking, and then gradually walked away from the other side of the carriage, but they didn't realize that there were still three people squatting here.

Cassia frowned, and made a few gestures behind her, signaling the barbarian Dosten to stay still and stare at the back of the two, then dragged the photographer Leon forward slowly, and quietly touched A train with every door open and darkness inside.

In order to see the situation in the carriage clearly, Cassia took out an olive-shaped thing that seemed to be carved from wood from the small bag hanging around her waist. To illuminate the road in the direction of the two people, but not so bright that the people outside the carriage will notice that it is wrong.

It's just that Cassia's expression is slightly wrong... This thing should have been brighter.Did you buy a defective product again this time?Or is it that the charge inside is about to be exhausted?

She didn't have time to think about those issues in depth, so she could only continue to head towards the front of the car in the direction pointed out by the photographer.

The two walked as lightly as possible, lowered their bodies, and used both hands and feet to avoid hitting the steel parts in the carriage and making noise.Cassia and Leon didn't move fast because of the small range of movements and cautious movement. In the long period of dullness and darkness, the photographer couldn't help but start to let his imagination spread uncontrollably.

This kind of progress made Leon feel a little more ominous. He always felt that the two of them seemed to be stepping into a bottomless abyss step by step.

It's just that he invited these two fighters from the tavern... Even if a few people really fell into hell here, it was also caused by him.

Just as fear gradually arose in his heart again, the two opened doors one after another in the middle of the carriage, and gradually approached the front of the car.

Cassia put the glowing thing back into her bag, because the light was already shining through the front door... There was a light on in the last car.

The Amazon poked his head out a little through the transom, risking detection, but found no one in the light.

"Stay behind me." She ordered in a low voice, reached out and took out the dagger stuck next to her boot, and slowly opened the door of the carriage.

This kind of lighting was very similar to the ones she had seen in the tavern before, but it was colder and less warm.

This is actually a very counter-intuitive thing. Although the brightness of modern artificial light sources is brighter than that of previous eras, it is not always accompanied by heat.A person who lived in an era without "electricity" would probably be greatly shocked when he first arrived in the modern world.

But in today's culture shock experience, this is the least important thing.

With the help of the lights in this carriage, Cassia was finally able to see clearly what was in the carriage.The steel seats must have been for the passengers who just got off the "train" of other shapes; they were not like soldiers, but ordinary inhabitants of this world.

What kind of civilization can popularize such a convenient and costly tool to ordinary people?

Food, transportation, clothing, high-rise buildings, everything seen here is so beautiful and superior, as if the material resources of this world are endless.

Cassia certainly didn't know that even in a world with such a developed civilization, there are countless people and many countries on the other side of the earth. Their living standards are so low, and their technology and society are so backward that it is unimaginable.

She just thought that the people of Sanctuary were not living, but living, compared to the people she had seen in this city.

It's not easy just to open your eyes peacefully tomorrow morning. The harsh natural environment, the occasional monsters, unforeseen natural disasters, the tax collectors who extort money... How many human kingdoms really The people at the bottom are actually living like this, most of the time they are half dead.

In the eyes of those people, there is only calm and numbness to the endless suffering. Cassia has seen it countless times.

It's just that I didn't expect that in this world where human civilization is highly advanced, even soldiers who don't need to temper themselves in the flames of war can survive well, in a world where material resources are so abundant that everyone can enjoy this kind of life In the world, what she sees in the eyes of passers-by is still the same.

No, I can't be distracted...

Cassia woke up suddenly, because although the carriage was cleaned, she still found something abnormal with her natural keen sense.

There is no bloody smell, and there is no sense of crisis that normal people can perceive...but evil is indeed lurking here.

The next moment she felt something was wrong, her ears twitched suddenly, and the "photographer" who was left behind by her and just stepped into the car suddenly became short of breath, as if he was about to open his mouth and shout something.

Immediately afterwards, the heart beat violently, and there was a slight tingling sensation from the fingers and toes at the ends of the limbs.

As a fighter, her instincts, honed in all kinds of battles, were warning her.

The Amazon tilted his shoulders abruptly, using the strength of his back to forcefully turn over in this small space, and the short dagger in his hand swung a ray of light above his position.

Only then did photographer Leon's shout sound from behind: "Be careful!"

The dagger that was extended upwards hit something heavy, and there was a loud "嘡", the castration stopped, and it fell back uncontrollably.

Cassia, who was experienced in combat, let go of her hand without hesitation. It would not be worthwhile to injure her fingers or wrist for the dagger that she could no longer hold tightly.

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Her dexterous figure bounced like a bowstring, just in time to avoid the slam of the unknown weapon, and also avoided the short blade that was knocked out of her hand, deformed, and rotated downward.

The heavy meat hammer smashed to the floor of the carriage with the sound of the wind, making a not-so-shallow crater in the thick metal, and bounced back at a similar speed.

Behind the meat hammer is a face that can be called stubborn.

This man is stout, with a crew cut, high nose bridge, deep eye sockets, and the masseter muscles of the jaw are so strong that it is almost suspected of hyperplasia. Those eyes seem to be staring, and they seem to be not looking at anyone at all; he wears The gray formal suit was buttoned meticulously at the collar and cuffs.

He was not interested in communicating with anyone, he closed his mouth tightly, pursed his lips, held the hammer firmly, and slammed another blow at the woman in front of him.

Cassia had already stood firm on the other side, and when she saw him attacking, there was a mocking sneer on the corner of her mouth.

"It's you..."

The victim's resentment was lingering on the hammer head, and the moment she saw this man, she understood that this was exactly the person the "photographer" was looking for, and he might be the spokesperson of the hell demon in the world.

But which demon controlled him, this needs to be further investigated after defeating him...

I hope it's not the ones I know well, it's not a good thing for demons to reach out to other worlds.

Cassia thought so, and raised the bow to the man, on which was a pyramid feather arrow.