The long railway track is paved with some gravel, and there are low and dilapidated simple houses on both sides.
"Woo-wu-wu..."
The piercing whistle sounded from far away, and a large amount of hot steam rose from the "Pioneer" locomotive, shrouding the front cover in surging white mist.
As the iron wheels rotate in an orderly manner, the train gradually enlarges in the field of vision like a long swimming dragon.
At the exit of the station, around several iron-frame pavilions, there was already a sea of people, the noise was overwhelming, and the dense flow of people was pouring in all directions like a tide.
Ren leaned against the pavilion pillar, looking towards the exit with a pair of blue eyes, looking for the old goat.
"Hahahaha, I'm back. Merova City, the red wine from Fanxing Winery, the red wine from Old Wilson's Family...the mellow taste of the wine is still so unforgettable!"
A burst of hearty and heroic laughter came, like rolling thunder exploding in the ears, making some people around him tremble.
The blood in Ren's body also trembled slightly.
The strange thing is that ordinary people just think that the sound is a bit loud, while the expressions of the extraordinary ones change.
The more powerful a transcendent is, the more violent his energy and blood will fluctuate.
The source of the laughter was a tall and powerful man with disheveled hair and muscles like a horned dragon. He was tall and strong, and his eyes were purple-red like copper bells.
Ren and some of the extraordinary people in the crowd looked at him intently.
This strong man was wearing a white T-shirt, which highlighted his exaggerated muscle lines. His two-meter-tall figure was very oppressive, and what was even more terrifying was his violent and powerful momentum like a wild giant.
He was carrying a large black package on his back and a ferocious gilt double-edged battle ax on his shoulders. The energy and blood he inadvertently exuded was as terrifying as a wild dragon.
It is not difficult to guess that this person is most likely a [Berserker] profession.
The strong man with disheveled hair quickly scanned the surrounding area with a pair of intimidating big copper bell eyes, and his torch-like gaze finally landed on a young man with black hair and blue eyes standing next to the iron frame pavilion.
The strong man had a big black package on his back and a battle ax on his shoulder. He strode up to Ren in a meteoric step:
"Young man, may I ask how to get to the Wave Hotel?"
His voice was deep and rough, and Renn's eyes narrowed slightly.
He was so close that with his keen perception, he even felt like he was standing on the crater of a volcano that was about to erupt.
Not only was the strong man's body filled with bloody and evil aura, but his vitality was like a boiling and roaring river of blood. The hot lava-like aura made his skin tingle slightly.
Before, Ren thought that the alien woman Candice was strong enough, and she received dozens of punches from him with only minor injuries.
But compared to the violent guy in front of her who was as violent as a wild dragon, she was just a delicate beauty.
"Sir, the Wave Hotel is located in the middle of Yaoyang Street in the city center. You only need to take a public carriage from a nearby stop to the city center and just look for it or inquire about it. That building is very eye-catching."
Ren said with a clear voice. His voice was not loud, but it was not disturbed by any interference in the noisy environment, and it was clearly transmitted to the ears of the strong man.
"Haha, thank you. Young man, your body has been well tempered and strong... Next time we meet, I will treat you to a drink."
The burly man grinned.
He lowered his head and looked at Ren for a few times, moved his nose again, as if sniffing his breath, and then walked away.
He was not looking for random people. Although there were many people at the train station, according to his beast-like keen perception, the strongest people were just wooden piles.
Only this young man with black hair and blue eyes can catch his eye and survive a few blows from him...
"Sir, who are you?" Renn raised his eyebrows and asked curiously, staring at the strong man's back.
The brawny man's loose hair was tied into several strange braids, which were tied in exactly the same way as Old Bill's.
Old Bill is a Karo man, a third-level [Blood-Blooded Berserker], from a foreign tribe that worships the Barbarian God. Old Bill used to be a mercenary, and now he has recruited him into the Thorn Security Company as a mercenary instructor. Together with Sigur,
Garcia and the others also do things for him.
"Haha... Alex, that should be the name. I have been in the mountains and forests for a long time, and I haven't used a first name for a long time."
The strong man smiled boldly and answered casually.
He left without looking back, and didn't even ask the young man his name.
It's not necessary. He has such strength at a young age and is much stronger than when he was young. If he doesn't die midway, he will become famous sooner or later. It won't be too late to drink together.
Ren watched him leave quietly, a glimmer of light flashing in his eyes.
There have been many strong men coming to Melova City recently, and he doesn't know many low-key old strong men, such as the one-armed killer Kelvin he met this morning.
But he still had some impressions of the name Alex.
Berserker, Karo bloodline, Alex... these all point to a once famous and powerful man.
Faloran Axe──Alex!
A hundred years ago, he was a fourth-level peak [Spirit-Burning Berserker]. Since he still has part of the Karo people's blood, he can use the totem of the barbarian god and the power of his ancestors, which is enough to temporarily compete with ordinary saints.
This man was also a comrade of "Gun Ghost" Carlos and a member of the Fire Dragon Knights. He was even more famous than Gun Ghost back then.
'I don't know if he has broken through to the Holy Realm.'
Ren touched his chin, thinking about the situation he just sensed.
He was a little unsure of this person's strength, because Alex practiced two power systems at the same time, the [Berserker] profession, and the ancient totem path.
The situation is more complicated, whether one route has been broken through, or both, or neither.
Level 5 [Burning Rock Berserker]? Body of a Barbarian King?
After a moment, Ren shook his head and thought no more.
Practicing two extraordinary paths is time-consuming and labor-intensive, and may not be stronger than the other, but the auras interfere with each other, so it is undoubtedly difficult to judge the strength of Faloran Axe.
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The red sun is setting in the west, the sky is clear and blue, the winter sunshine is getting softer, and it is already half past three in the afternoon.
After waiting for half an hour, Ren still didn't see the old goat and Leon, and his face turned dark.
I feel like I've been let go.
But soon, among the crowd that gradually thinned out, a handsome guy with blond hair and blue eyes caught Ren's attention.
The man wore a black half-top hat, a pair of white gloves, and a somewhat shabby black suit. He looked like a street magician performing magic.
There was also a strange-looking parrot standing on his shoulder.
The parrot's feathers seemed to be made of gold, its claws had a metallic luster, and its pupils were green-gold, making it look more majestic than a black hawk.
The man dressed as a magician is extremely handsome, with a pair of sapphire-like pupils, long golden hair that is like the sunlight condensed into it, skin as fair as jade, and upright and delicate facial features... his appearance is enough to make even women jealous.
So handsome.
As soon as this magician came out of the station, he looked like a dazzling star and immediately attracted the attention of a large number of girls and men around him.
The girls' eyes were full of sparkle and fire, while the men's faces were expressionless, with all kinds of envy, jealousy and hatred in their hearts.
'Damn it, he's even more handsome than me...ah, he's as handsome as me!'
A certain unnamed border knight, surveyor, "nameless heroic spirit" and master demon hunter was also a little jealous and felt heavy pressure.
A certain person thinks he is so handsome that he is so handsome that he is so handsome that the water flows backwards... But in fact, he is just pretty handsome.
"The bad thing about a person who is too handsome is that he can easily cause a huge sensation when he goes out. It's hard to keep a low profile."
The handsome magician guy with incredible looks couldn't help but sigh.
He ignored the crowd around him and walked aside.
What was very strange was that many girls with fiery eyes, who clearly wanted to get in front of the magician, deviated from the direction as they walked, getting further and further away from him or staying in place.
They were completely unaware and thought they were approaching him.
The parrot on the shoulder looked left and right. The magician did not dodge anyone and was not walking fast, but none of the girls or other people around him stopped him.
Among the crowds, there was no stagnation in his steps. Wherever he went, the crowds automatically separated.
Until a young man blocked the magician's way.
To be precise, no one stopped him, but when he walked in front of this young man with black hair and blue eyes, he didn't move out of the way.
Ren's blue pupils were as deep as the starry sky, and his calm eyes stared at the magician. Under the advanced "Eye of Destroying Illusions", all illusions became illusions.
This magician, or to be precise, an illusionist, every move he makes, including his eyes, expressions, steps, and even hair, skin, and clothing, all emit some weird mental fluctuations all the time.
However, the hypnosis, guidance and suggestion contained in the strange mental fluctuations of the magician are all immune to Ren's skill "Master of Swordsmanship".
"Although it's not an advanced method, and there are many people here who can resist it, you are the only one who completely ignores it."
The one who spoke was not the impeccably handsome magician, but the shining golden parrot on his shoulder.
Ren's eyes, which were looking at the parrot, moved slightly.
This bird does not just imitate human language like ordinary parrots, it can really communicate with humans.
The golden-feathered parrot flapped its wings, and its green-gold pupils stared curiously at Ren. The magician also sighed:
"It's amazing. Young people nowadays are really amazing."
In troubled times, outstanding people indeed emerge in large numbers.
"Yeah, it's embarrassing. Not only is he not as handsome as you, but he is much better than you were when you were young. When you were in your twenties, you were still using tricks like deception to sneak into the girls' dormitory and the swimming pool where women bathed for civilized sightseeing...
..." The parrot began to mock its owner.
"Ahem, don't get me wrong. I'm just looking out for them out of pure appreciation and artistic vision... I'd like to declare that I have never harmed any girl with despicable means. Picking up girls and paying for prostitution do not count."
The magician's voice is as beautiful as a clear spring.
He sighed a few words and noticed that Ren's eyes were gradually turning contemptuous. His face straightened, his frivolous tone changed, and he explained seriously.
Can what a scholar does be called stealing?
Can the artist's vision be called voyeurism?
Ren was speechless and didn't know how to answer.
The golden parrot jumped on the magician's shoulder and asked in a clear voice:
"Young man, may I ask how to get to the Wave Hotel?"
"The Wave Hotel is located in the middle of Yaoyang Street in the city center. You can take a public carriage from the stop not far away..."
With a movement of his lips, Ren roughly repeated what he had told Alex, the "Phallan Axe".
There were many people staying at the Wave Hotel, so he didn't find it strange.
"Thank you. I am Melt Roland, an illusionist and young master of demon hunting. See you later."
The magician placed his white-gloved right palm on his heart and bowed slightly, appearing polite.
When Ren saw this, his heart moved. This was the standard knightly etiquette of the main world.
Although I have never heard of this person, this illusionist also has a vague resentment hidden in him. He is definitely a ruthless person who has killed countless lives.
"Ryan Ackerman, see you later."
Ren replied and watched the magician Roland leave.
The alien parrot of unknown rank on the magician's shoulder also waved its right wing with golden wings towards him:
"Goodbye, young man. Next time I will definitely ask the master to take you to the girls' dormitory to play and do some civilized sightseeing."
This is a living treasure bird. After hearing this, Ren burst into laughter.
This master of illusion, Alex the Axe, Carlos the Gun Ghost, and the Ghost Killer who was missing an arm... these people all gave him a subtle feeling.
Even if these people are not saints, they are only one step away from the holy realm. They are definitely not comparable to the ordinary strong men at the temple level.
They have many common characteristics, they are very old, powerful, and their murderous aura is astonishing... Renn can easily think of the Fire Dragon Knights where Gun Ghost once stayed.
This was a legion created by a group of the most elite extraordinary people in the entire kingdom. Even the current director of Bureau 7, Karl, was once a member of it.
The Fire Dragon Knights can compete head-on with the main three groups of the Knights Templar, which are affiliated to the Church of Light in the Saint Joan Empire.
Although it was disbanded a hundred years ago due to various reasons, the group of people at that time, the group of killing gods, should not have died.
As long as you break through to the fourth level, you can live for about 200 years...
"A bunch of battlefield butchers."
Ren smiled. If he hadn't gone to the Moon World to perform a mission, he wouldn't have been able to compete with these fierce people.
Although he is still a little behind in terms of realm now, as long as it is not a true fifth-level holy realm, he will not be too timid.
After waiting for another half hour, although no one asked Ren for directions, he saw many unknown masters.
Warlock, ranger, druid, berserker, knight, shadow warrior, fighter, black warrior, mechanic, lancer, demon hunter, white wizard... Various professions, varying in strength and weakness, most of them are Falorans,
There are also some people from other countries.
Although there are not many who are as good as Alex and [Illusion Master] Melt Roland, there are definitely masters gathered in Melova City today.
Ren suspected that if ten bricks were thrown from the top of the Brave Mansion, five or six extraordinary people could be hit.
After he waited for an hour, the familiar obscene smell finally appeared.
The old goat man walked out like a dog.
He was dressed very coquettishly, wearing a white shirt embroidered with gold, a black leather vest, and long black pants. His hair was slicked back with hairspray and slicked back.
He also wore pince-nez with gold frames on the high bridge of his nose and held a black cane with a silver tip.
Just after leaving the train station, the old goat suddenly opened his arms and shouted loudly as if he wanted to embrace the whole world:
"Ah, cheer! I, the great Master Nicholas, am back! Ah, sing loudly, I am the sun in the sky, with endless light and heat, a mere devil... Ah, the people of Falorland, there is no need to be afraid, no need to panic...
Because, Master, I will protect you!"
As soon as he got out of the train station, he stood in front of a large group of people in such a coquettish manner, looking up to the sky, sighing, and shouting heartily.
“…”
Many citizens and tourists looked at him in confusion.
Ren, who was about to step forward to greet him, hesitated. To be honest, he regretted it and really wanted to turn around and leave.
What a shame.
Those who knew it, it was a master-level extraordinary being who had arrived; those who did not know it, they thought the king of the world had arrived.