A common tavern that connects all fantasy worlds

Chapter 10 Dead and Back

For the Amazons, bows and arrows are simply one-hearted partners, an extension of the limbs, and another carrier of the soul.

Starting from being able to stand up straight and hold a bow, every Amazon will be taken to the edge of the forest by his mother to teach them how to make the arrow in their hands fly to the target.

Between the ages of ten and twelve, Amazons usually start hunting alone, at first with small game, then with jackals, tigers, large birds, and finally with magical beasts of all kinds.

Any adult Amazonian has shot at least [-] arrows in a previous life.The bows used by the Amazons, other than those warriors who strengthen themselves with magical powers, are often only drawn away by the barbarians of the North...

After adulthood, Amazons like Cassia who chose to become mercenaries fought every day and never stopped.

It is not an exaggeration to say that she can shoot birds on the branches 200 meters away with her eyes closed, and burn the whole forest by the way.

This isn't a rhetorical device... it's a literal description of reality.

Anyone who knows Sanctuary knows that the bows and javelins of the Amazons cannot be explained by common sense.

Some people swore that they clearly saw the arrows shot by the Amazons change from one to two, two to four, and four to eight, sweeping away all the enemies in front of them.It is also said that the Amazon's javelin, with its lightning when it is thrown, rushes across the wide space like a thunderbolt, bringing "equal destruction".

Those skills, Cassia will also.When she was in the clan, she was the female warrior of the same generation who mastered the most combat skills and used the most various weapons proficiently. She could be called a kaleidoscope of offense and a textbook of war skills.

However, in this situation, there is only one technique that is most suitable... that is the magic archery technique commonly known as "Frozen Arrow".

Although among the archipelago, the island where the Amazons live all the year round does not have winter, but the other island of Filio, the top of the Cacoyos Mountains, is covered with snow all the year round.

In an ice cave on a mountain peak sits the Temple of Mirrors, the throne of the god Kakyus.

Amazon warriors who come to the Temple of Mirrors to study martial arts and hone their skills will shoot arrows with freezing power. The essence is to use the magical power in their bodies to change the surrounding natural elements, so that the arrows will be frozen and avalanche-like. Around, all enemies hit will be frozen immediately, suffer great pain and can no longer move, but will not die immediately.

Of course...unless the arrow just hit the vital point and physically killed the enemy.

Judging from the strength and speed of the hammer just now, the man in front of her would not be killed by the power of the arrow itself; after all, she didn't want to just kill a person controlled by a demon, but to ask more stuff.

Hell, if I have the ability to play with souls like the Rathma cultist named "Zur" I met in Kurast before, don't worry, kill first and ask again!

However, to Cassia's surprise, even the "Frozen Arrow", which she had used skillfully hundreds of times, failed after leaving the bowstring.

The magical power wrapped around the arrow collapsed and dissipated even before it passed her fingers holding the bow. The arrow that was shot out not only did not cause chills, but also trembled in the air normally, and finally sank into the man in front of her with a puff. chest.

Judging from its position, the arrow should have penetrated his chest and lungs, leaving only the quivering tail feathers on the man's chest.

The movement of the man holding the meat hammer suddenly stopped. He silently lowered his head to look at the blood gushing out of his chest. He fell to his knees with a plop, and the hammer in his hand clanked and rolled aside.

"Oops!"

Cassia never expected that this seemingly strong man would be so vulnerable, but... the freezing arrow failed and failed to freeze his wound. , If blood chokes and blocks the trachea, it is easy to kill people quickly.

As a proud warrior of the Amazon family, Cassia knows everything except medicine.

She frantically wanted to take out the healing potion from her bag, but... the man in front of her didn't give her this time, and he had obviously passed away. Dirty blood gathered from under the neat suit and flowed to, It filled the pits made by the metal hammer head on the floor just now, and then flowed towards the edge of the carriage.

Leon, the photographer who was following behind, was stunned. How long had passed, probably less than a few seconds... The murderer and this matter he was so afraid of were easily resolved by the woman in front of him?

Cassia always felt that things were not that simple. She checked her weapon, picked up the deformed dagger from the ground, looked at it and threw it aside, squatting next to the meat hammer killer, and stretched out her hand to break him open. Q.

From just now, she felt that the other person's mouth was a little strange... Sure enough, when she put her fingers in, she didn't touch the thing that should be there - the tongue.

She had similar doubts with Leon... Is this the end?It shouldn't be possible, right?How did a guy who can be solved so easily stay in this so-called "subway" for so long and kill so many people?

Could it be that this world is so rich and peaceful that there is no need for organizations to maintain order and enforce the law?That's not right, no matter how rich you are, as long as you are a human being, mutual harm and crime are inevitable... If there is crime, there must be law enforcement.

Even if there are no nobles and no country, people will spontaneously form a set of rules that everyone can recognize, which is a necessity for collective survival.

The psychologically fragile photographer felt like vomiting when he saw her movements, so he could only turn his head and look aside.

Cassia turned over the man's body indifferently, and took out his blood-soaked front.She has never seen this kind of clothes, but generally speaking, everyone will carry important things with them when they go out, right?Maybe there was something in the pocket of this dress that could prove his identity, so that she could catch a clue for further investigation.

But before she found anything, the wide-eyed eyes of the man lying on the ground suddenly turned around.

The pupils that had been diffused and out of focus shrank rapidly, and the penetrating wound left by the arrow pierced the man's chest rumbled. It was the turbid noise of blood bubbles being blown out of the wound as the lungs expanded.

The back of the Amazon's neck felt cold, and he let go of the things in his hands without hesitation. He rolled his legs hard, rolled back, and quickly returned to the position at the door of the carriage. .

The man who fell on the ground had already stretched out his hand and lifted up a row of metal seats, waving that large mass of heavy steel and swinging it horizontally above his body, the huge force smashed a big hole in the side of the carriage.

Okay, although there is no smell of demons... But this behavior has been confirmed, and the man in front of him is indeed controlled by demons.

Both gods and demons have the ability to bring people back from the dead. The difference is that people who are resurrected by demons will definitely behave like demons, such as being fond of sadism, keen to break rules, etc., depending on the resurrected person. Which demon does this person believe in.

Now it is no longer possible to treat him as an ordinary murder suspect, and of course it is not suitable to consider whether killing him will destroy the clues... Cassia raised her bow, and the photographer next to her didn't even see her action , I heard a series of bow strings ringing, a large number of arrows were shot out almost at the same time, and accompanied by the sound of the wind, they stabbed, snatched, snatched into the man's chest, almost shooting him into a hornet's nest .

But the few arrows that flew towards his head were blocked by his thick arm muscles when he raised his arm.

The gray formal suit was already soaked in blood, the man still kept his mouth shut, his expression unchanged, but the blood dripping from his fingers and the corner of his clothes made his face extremely terrifying, as if crawling from hell The evil spirits that came out.

The best way to destroy this seemingly immortal monster is to use magic power... But for some reason, magic doesn't work in this world; Cassia's Frost Arrow has proved this There is no way to go here.

There are also some monsters in Sanctuary that cannot be harmed by spells of a certain attribute, but what they see is different from those.What Cassia encountered before was "hit but no effect", that is, the flaming arrow hit but did not burn, and the lightning javelin hit but did not trigger thunder; ", the magic power in her body disintegrated as soon as it left her control.

If you think about it in a good way, maybe the magic force in this world is very "blunt" and not easy to be pried; if you think about it in a bad way, maybe this world doesn't allow magic at all.

Of course, not being able to use magic doesn't mean she has no other options.

Since the other party still has a body, then just chop him up!

"Dorsten!"

she exclaimed suddenly.

Accompanied by heavy and fast footsteps, a big sword suddenly appeared from the gap in the carriage, tearing the entire side of the vehicle in half, and then there was a bang, and the barbarian Dosten jumped in directly, He raised his head and roared.

I don't know how much his lung capacity is. In short, the photographer Leon felt that his roar was like a grenade exploding, echoing in the car with a huge volume.The sound pressure shook the man who was about to pick up the meat hammer back a few steps, and made the only ordinary person present cover his ears tightly, feeling dizzy.

"Quick battle!" Cassia yelled.

At this level, it is difficult not to attract the attention of nearby humans, but the two of them are still not sure whether the world welcomes them, so it is best to quickly eliminate the enemies in front of them, and then find a chance to leave...

Dosten nodded, took a deep breath, and pulled out another two-handed sword with his free hand. The two long and heavy blades seemed extremely light in his hands, and they were held by him like a whirlwind. The man covered in blood rolled over in front of him.

Chapter 11 Facing Hell

Compared with Cassia the Amazon, Dosten's battles are much more violent.

He didn't use any magical power, and of course he didn't need it at all; the fighting power of the Harrogath people relied on their strong body and proficiency in weapon skills, which was more than enough to deal with the man on the opposite side.

Before Cassia and Leon behind could see clearly, Dosten had already pushed the man in the formal suit to the end of the carriage. The two big swords roared like a tornado and bit his front, quickly tearing the clothes off his body. , the arrow shot by Cassia, and the flesh and blood under the clothes were cut into pieces together, and splashed out along the cutting direction of the blade.

His sword was very fast, as if an engine with thousands of revolutions per minute was installed on his waist, back, and arms. He quickly cut the man and the carriage behind him into pieces, and then stopped temporarily. .

The man whose half of his chest disappeared directly fell into a pool of blood on the ground this time, and couldn't get up again.

But Cassia was still worried. She retracted the short bow to her waist, reached behind her back and pulled out a javelin, and strode forward. A shot penetrated the thick metal and nailed the man's head to the carriage. On the floor, he asked the barbarian who had just put his two-handed swords back on his back: "Have you ever seen such a monster?"

"It's not a monster... He doesn't reek of regenerated corpses. He's human."

Dosten shook his head.

"Human?" Cassia shook her head noncommittally. She wouldn't just distinguish between humans and demons based on the form of life.Even if this guy was once a human... when he swung his weapon at the head of an innocent as the "photographer" said, he was automatically classified as a monster in the hearts of the Amazons.

The two fighters could talk freely in the flesh and blood killing field in the carriage, but the photographer behind him, Leon, couldn't bear it long ago.While retching, he stepped back involuntarily, but bumped into another person.

The person behind was shining a flashlight, and it was swaying at his face when he turned around, making it impossible for him to see clearly.

But the voice was very familiar, asking him: "Mr. Leon Kaufman?"

Leon stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, but when he heard the voice of the black female police officer, he felt relieved immediately, and said, "Officer...it's great that you arrived."

Before he finished speaking, two big men suddenly rushed up, pushed him down in the dark and cold compartment, twisted his arms behind his waist and handcuffed him.

"What's the matter, what happened! Police officer! Police officer! That fell over there was a murderer, a murderer!"

Leon shouted, but the female police officer ignored him and waved silently forward.

The two soldiers at the end of the carriage turned their heads, only to see a group of people in black clothes and black helmets emerge from the carriage behind and raised the things in their hands towards them.

Dosten couldn't see what that thing was at all, but Cassia the Amazon had already felt it... Although there was no bow arm or string, the thing had a strange looking mountain, a straight main structure and a convenient bottom. The handle to hold is definitely a projectile weapon like a crossbow.That little black hole in front of them either spewed flames or shot arrows.

She squinted her eyes, and before she could call out "the visitor is not kind", she heard the sound of bang bang bang.

Those strange projectile weapons really burst into flames, and with her reaction speed beyond ordinary people, she could even see super fast black shadows flying out of the hole and coming towards this side.

At that moment, the tall Harrogathian Dosten instinctively roared, took the shield from her back, took a step forward, and raised the shield with his hand.

This small buckler was obviously used with a single sword or a short javelin, and it couldn't cover the front of his huge body at all.

The people on the opposite side raised their submachine guns.

Fortunately, the muzzle kinetic energy of the submachine gun was not too high, and none of the bullets that fell on the shield penetrated the thick metal; but even so, Cassia still heard a sound similar to that of the arrow piercing through the body of the prey.

The barbarian in front of him didn't even groan, he just held the shield against all the impact force, until Leon who fell on the ground struggled desperately, attracting the attention of these people, and then dropped the completely deformed, even some There is also a cracked shield in the place, saying to the Amazons: "Go!"

While speaking, he jumped up suddenly, hit a big hole above the carriage, and disappeared into the darkness outside.

Cassia's movements were faster than his. As early as the moment he said that word, she suddenly disappeared in the light of the carriage.

All that remained of this carriage was a javelin that had nailed a man to the ground, a buckler that was badly broken, and a heap of well-made feathered arrows.

The photographer Leon, who was pushed to the ground, became quiet at this moment. He didn't know what happened, but he knew that it was meaningless for him to resist now.

The voice of the black female police officer has sounded again: "Seal the surrounding area, don't let those two strange guys escape. Also, send all weapons to the 'darkroom', the next thing has nothing to do with you...Remember, give I kept my mouth shut. I don’t care about getting a promotion or raising my salary. If any media or other people find out what happened today, you will know the consequences. Oh, leave this man here, don’t ask why !"

The surrounding combat troops were ordered to tidy up the scene and go to carry out their tasks. There were only two living people and one dead body left in this carriage.

The black female police officer then squatted down and said seriously to Leon who was lying on the ground: "You may not understand, but you are a lucky person... Many people will even be jealous of you. Let me give you a piece of advice: Don't try to fight back."

Against what?Against law enforcement?

Leon also wanted to defend himself, after all, he didn't mean that, and now that he was pressed to the ground and his hands were handcuffed, he no longer had that ability.

But just as he struggled to raise his head, he found that the black female police officer had also left.

From the pile of scrap metal at the end of the carriage, the man who couldn't be killed anyway climbed up again.

The javelin that had been stuck in his head was cleaned up by the fighters brought by the female police officer, which may be the reason why he can still get up.

This extremely unreasonable scene made him completely stunned for a moment, until he saw that person walking towards him with a body that was still out of balance, his whole body was bright red, and his central nervous system finally failed in shock.

He fainted from fright.

When he regained his lost consciousness again, he was already back on the train heading for the terminal.

I don't know how the battered car was repaired quickly, cleaned up, or just dumped that car and connected the penultimate car to the front... Anyway, he is back again.

From time to time, something passed by in the darkness of the tunnel outside the window, and the pale lights in the carriage seemed to take away the warmth from everyone.

It wasn't until the surrounding environment and his own state came into view that he realized that it was not an illusion... He was being hung upside down in the carriage, his whole body was stripped naked, and there was severe pain in his ankle.

He looked in the direction of his feet in extreme horror, only to see that the place where the pull ring should have been hung turned out to be a cold meat hook, and the tip of the gleaming cold light was passing through the gap between the ankle joints, making him feel like he was in a slaughterhouse. Hanging in the subway like a pig.

The photographer who received the current situation couldn't help but screamed again, but no one in the car responded to him.

Looking around, both men and women were hung up naked, there were about a dozen people; but they had completely lost their vital signs, the sides of their skulls were sunken by the smashing hammer, and their hands were drooping weakly. , like Leon, naked and handcuffed.

The pain made it almost impossible for him to think normally. After he tried to untie himself, but found that he didn't have that ability, the first question that came to his mind was: Why am I the only one alive?

But the man wielding the meat hammer came over again.

He was still wearing the neat gray suit, and the injuries he suffered before seemed to have never existed, but he was coughing all the time. It may be that only the appearance returned to normal, and the lungs and even other organs were not injured.

Leon couldn't help but think in his heart, just now I saw his eyes being pierced by that javelin?The transparent liquid splashed out together with the blood?Why are you still staring at him now?

The man came to him and looked down at him, maybe he wanted to say something, but no one could hear him, let alone understand him.

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However, there was no cruel joy or perverted satisfaction in those eyes, just a calm, and a trace of deeply hidden despair.

In the light, the man raised his foot and kicked Leon hard in the face.

Leon was caught off guard by the kick, and his head was dizzy like he had been on a roller coaster for eight hours, so that he didn't know that he had been put down.

He was bleeding from his nose, his eyes were out of focus, and he couldn't even move his hands and feet.

The man in formal attire continued to remain silent, took out a very neat tool bag from his arms, and pulled out a small knife less than ten centimeters long.

This guy first looked behind him, and after a while, he held down Leon who was completely unable to resist on the ground, and the knife in his hand stabbed straight at the photographer's chest... But he didn't kill his own As for the prey, the blade stopped after piercing the skin and subcutaneous fat layer, and cut a bloody gash along Leon's fairly firm and flat chest muscles.

Leon's body twitched in severe pain, but the man remained unmoved, and finished drawing the blood-red symbol stroke by stroke, and punched Leon's chin again, causing him to fall into a coma again.

Chapter 12 A Helping Hand

Not long after, Cassia sat down in a deserted alley carrying the heavy body of the barbarian Dosten.

No matter how strong his body was, he couldn't withstand a round of shots from several submachine guns. The armor on his body, which was not particularly protective, was pierced in many places. If he hadn't used the round shield to protect his head, face and chest, I'm afraid he has lost his life by this time.

Even so, Dosten's injury was serious.