York kicked the artificial object protruding from the ground. "Let me think about it, I might know what this is. It often appears in the mine tunnels. What is its name?"
"Railway," Uriel answered.
Hot steaming water droplets emerged from the stone wall. The apprentice stepped back a little so that the heat could be dissipated in the air with his breath. He stepped on the track of steel and sleepers, and gravel spilled out from the gaps, covering the ground.
Uriel immediately understood where this place was, and he couldn't help his heart pounding.
The Angmar Tunnel, the first Kingdom railway built in the Morris Mountains, collapsed due to a landslide, causing the Kingdom's No. 1 train to be buried underground together with the railway. This deep cave is open only to the top of the head. One end of the railway track at the foot leads to a dark tunnel, and the other end is sealed by rock and soil. This is apparently a section of the Tunnels of Angmar.
"Oh, yes, I know too. There is news about the Morris Mountains in the newspapers throughout the Flower Moon. Painter mentions the accident at Angmar Tunnel every day. No wonder Quillen wants the entire Wheel Gang to come to the Snowy Mountains. They should It’s about digging a tunnel.”
The Wheel Gang wants the elf treasure and I don't care about that. "There's a train in there," he said hesitantly.
"You haven't seen it, have you?" The mercenary didn't find it strange. He turned around and smiled, and Uriel could see the eagerness to try from his smile. "I haven't seen it either. Only the Eastman Kingdom has these things, electric lights and mechanical cars. Things that can move by themselves without magic power have never been seen in the Twinkle Pool. But the train - it It's long, heavy, and impossible to move without magic. The Oath Keepers helped with the project, but I don't think they expected the tunnel to collapse."
"It seems that the workers dug into a mysterious place and the tunnel was buried."
"It has collapsed and this road is impassable." Even though he said this, we were about to go inside, but Uriel clearly understood it. Not to chase Quillen and his Wheel Gang, just for an adventure into the unknown.
The train was a curse, and Uriel felt sick every time he heard it. He never dreamed that the source of the Black Moon River was actually in the Angmar Tunnel. Not only was it buried inside, there might also be corpses all over the ground.
But York had a different opinion: "Don't forget, this is a mysterious place."
“What does the mysterious place mean?”
"We didn't come in from the entrance." York pointed out, "The boat on the Black Moon River can send us directly into the tunnel. If we wait until the end before disembarking..."
"We'll just run around in circles," the apprentice interrupted. Because there is no way out.
If only things were that easy, but the Black Moon River ends on the moon. Uriel was originally doubtful about this rumor, but the reappearance of the golden cup made him understand its hidden meaning-only dead objects can be sent to the moon.
But when he explained the reason to the mercenary, the orange-faced man replied: "I'm just talking about a possibility, there must be other ways. But you are right, Uriel, we will go along the Black Moon River to Without the rocks and mud, the boatman had no choice but to get us here."
"Then how do we-" Uriel suddenly stopped mid-sentence. He realized that the mysterious place, like the changes in Bonfire Town, only appeared recently. The collapse of the Angmar Tunnel was mostly caused by geological problems, but with the emergence of the Elf Gold Cup and the arrival of the Greenbrier City, the tunnel that served as the source was probably also problematic.
What happened inside? If you don't go in, no one will ever know.
York walked into the cave, his orange skin glowing. "Come on, let's find the treasure, let's go explore."
This sentence put the final weight on the balance in the apprentice's heart. Train No. 1 is not a mysterious object, so why should I worry? Uriel followed the mercenary. "You're such a torch."
"Thanks for the compliment."
…
When Joey found Painter, he was spitting to his companions about his experiences in the streets of Hercule and the Valley of Sleep. If he hadn't happened to be in the same team as the dwarves, the messenger might have thought that their adventures were two completely different things.
"I told York that the only way to defeat the Shadow Bishop was to rush into the Resurrection House, so we decided to go to the altar. There were disgusting corpse eaters and skeletons everywhere. The Shadow Bishop also has a high level, and he can summon it with a wave of his hand. A large group of bats came out." The big-nosed dwarf threw the spoon. "That guy York can only dodge in vain, and his little fools are even more embarrassed. No one can resist the sharp spears of the undead, except me, Sur The special favored one, the embodiment of wisdom!"
There are many more bars in Venevoise than in Four Leaf City, and people here cannot do without spirits and fires. The adventurers crowded into the small corner, shouting and applauding one after another, and the scene was chaotic. Only his companion listened without changing his expression and reached out to pick up the spoon. "Then what did you do?"
This was exactly what he wanted, and the dwarf stood up and jumped on the table. He wiped the wine from his beard, and while spinning in circles, he proudly described the process of turning the tide: "I raised the waves of earth as high as the city wall, and washed those shadows into a pile of loose sand. They staggered here and there, falling from the altar and the raised ground. Go down. Then we rushed to the high platform, and the Shadow Bishop looked particularly panicked when he saw me."
"He must think you can smash his head in with a hammer." There was a series of echoes behind these words. Several plates fell to the floor and broke, but the cups were still there. This bar expertly uses wooden cups.
Let me tell you, before becoming an adventurer, you were probably a professional spectator. The big-nosed dwarf thought, I welcome you.
At this time, he couldn't say such disappointing words as "Oh, yes, but I only smashed the altar", so he simply admitted it: "Sulte gave me the power of anger. I thought of the ruined church and was filled with excitement. The holy water of the earth is wasted in vain; the wine cellars and jewelry shops are burned down, and expensive jewelry is worn on the heads of the dead. Anger doubles my strength. Waste is the greatest sin. If evil people deserve to be punished by God, I believe that Gavash must be hacked Heavy."
"I lost many companions in the Battle of Hercule, and so did York. But in the end we won."
Painter's wine glass was well held, and he growled: "Here's to their dedication!"
"Here's to Surte!"
"Honor the dead!"
The atmosphere in the bar reached a climax.
People always like heroes, and heroic deeds are highly sought after even among adventurers. But this was also after the Holy Knights left Winnie Watts, otherwise no one would have approached Knox's mercenaries.
At this time, Goldenbeard Cathy interjected: "What about the Valley of Sleep? I heard that you traveled through that ghost place, and Calder also asked me to publish this matter in the newspapers. How did you do it?"
Painter drank a little too much. "The Valley of Sleep? The scenery there is really nice. Let's come one by one. I haven't finished talking about Hercule Street and the Place of Rebirth." He casually grabbed someone's wine glass and drank ale. . "Is there any mead? I'm probably not the only one who thinks that the most heroic adventurers shouldn't drink such low-quality stuff."
One adventurer shouted, "I'll pay the bill!" which sparked cheers from the crowd. There are only three Knox mercenaries in this bar, and the rest are either idle men or waitresses holding up their skirts to pour drinks. The former includes but is not limited to adventurers, roving policemen, unemployed youths, laborers, reporters, singers and jugglers. The latter is dressed too frugally, and the whole bar exudes a sense of immorality.
This is a very famous bar in Whinneys, much larger than Knox Bar. There are no adventurers who don't like this place. There weren't many places for indulgence, but the York trio would never go looking for bitches to have fun - this was Painter's reason. After the dwarves were sure that Uriel was present and that York would not be killed by the messenger, they were not worried about his whereabouts at all. He has to come back sooner or later anyway, and I'm not the father of that naughty kid.
"We are looking for York, who remembers this?" His companion rolled his eyes and reluctantly picked up the bottle.
"Let me tell you, what kind of deadly guy is there in the Valley of Sleep -" Painter was still talking vaguely, and people tried their best to get closer and stared at him eagerly.
However, Painter didn't hear the sound of the wine being poured, and his hand suddenly sank. He opened his drunken eyes in surprise and saw that there was only a lump of wine ice in the cup. Now he woke up, turned his head towards the window, and was so frightened that he almost fell off the table.
"Speak quickly!" someone urged him. But Painter just stared in one direction. Kaixi twirled his golden beard and stood up, "Here comes the more deadly guy."
The crowd pushed roughly past each other to form a wide road. Painter believed that the glass around him was intact because the messenger was concerned about the appearance of the bar. The window next to the bar was open, and the guests at the table closest to him screamed and ran away as if they had seen a ghost. The upper body of a headless man and a boot appeared in the dwarf's sight.
Croita's messenger finally stood on the floor, and then walked straight towards the dwarf Painter.
"What is this?" someone asked.
People were whispering, and new speculations and ideas were popping up all the time. They could see that the target of this mysterious creature was the "Heroic Beloved of Surt", so people began to turn their attention back to the dwarves.
"Did you steal his head?" His companion, an adventurer named Jet, asked quietly.
The dwarf was wide awake and gave him a hard look. "He can hear every word you say, if he is willing." Painter jumped off the table, "Mr. Messenger."
Joey ignored the crowded bar and had no intention of exposing his bullshit. However, after driving the Holy Knights out of Venevoise, no one could care less about his approach. At this time, Knox's mercenaries had no choice but to stand in front of everyone, whether they were mystics or mortals, without saying a word.
"York is not with you?" Painter was about to ask, but the young man said first.
Big Nose shook his head, feeling very unhappy. Golden-bearded Kaixi glanced at no one behind him and realized that something might have happened unexpectedly.
"Dear Sky Messenger, I am Kexi, the deputy commander of the Knox Mercenary Group. Painter found us in the morning and has been staying with me since then. York has not appeared." The way he explained It's comforting, but Joey's language feels like the exact opposite.
"I can't find them," said the messenger.
Painter raised his head and looked at Cathy, "We are looking for him. York and Uriel are neither with you nor meeting us. Where did they go?"
Joey replied: "I resolved the conflict between Lemmons and you mercenaries."
"Many thanks."
"My companion is missing. You need to help find him."
"Of course, I think York must be with him." Painter was surprised by the envoy's positioning of Uriel. He racked his brains to think of where the orange-faced man might go. Could it be a dessert shop? Why can't this guy devote some of his attention to boring things to Lancaster Manor and the Holy Knights? One day he won't even know that the evil dragon has revived.
Suddenly the messenger paused and then said: "They went to find the Wheel Gang."
"The Wheel Gang?"
"Local gangs. They pretended to be paladins and took away the caravan's goods."
"!!"
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