"Toot!"

The melodious whistle came in the distance, gradually becoming high and intense.

The 100-meter-long, dark red, towering smoke pipe spews black smoke into the station.

Like a steel dragon spewing fireworks, return to its lair!

Slowly, the chain of gears on the rails stopped.

Phew!

The swarthy oval nose spews out a large amount of white steam, which disperses the thick black smoke and drifts into the humble station.

It is indeed simple, just like the vegetable shed that Saul had seen in his previous life, but it was larger in scale and connected on both sides.

"Ahem, damn it!"

Hundreds of passengers, carrying suitcases and dragging their families, gathered on both sides of the cordon, covering their noses and cursing to avoid the black smoke.

Boom!

The doors opened, and uniformed flight attendants, accompanied by patrolmen carrying pistols, began shouting loudly and beckoning passengers on both sides to board the train.

For a time, the flow of people was surging and boiling.

Holding a golden ticket, Thor stood quietly outside the crowd, looking up at the technological knot of this otherworld, the steam machine.

The front end of the car is oval, like a tin can, with a tall and two short, three thick metal snorkels at the top.

When driving, black smoke billowed like a giant whale spraying water, and the sound was terrifying.

The carriage was less than three meters high, had a small window, and the front was manned, painted dark red and brightly colored.

There are more than a dozen colorful and fancy carriages in the rear, all of which are cargo boxes, or open-air minerals, or closed iron cans.

Compared with the previous life, this kind of steam train looks rudimentary, primitive, and probably only equivalent to the period of the Industrial Revolution.

However, there is a rugged savagery atmosphere, more like a steel behemoth.

Is it because of the overall environment of the other world?

Thor will take this rugged steam train to Bluestone Ridge in the Donia Nation.

When he sensed Sanar's hostility, Thor racked his brains to measure the strength of the enemy and think of a way to break the situation.

In the end, in the depths of Bluestone Ridge, the dungeon that the old ghost had explored, was the battlefield where Thor chose to bury Sanar!

......

Ordinary passengers can only enter the carriages after the fourth class, the first three are VIP rooms, and the tickets are also dazzling gold.

When the crowd dispersed, the station was left with well-dressed gentlemen, arrogant aristocrats, and flamboyant ladies.

And, of course, Thor.

Under the courtly guidance of the flight attendant, Thor stepped into car No. 3 and walked down the narrow corridor into private room No. 7.

Tranquil aromas, exquisite murals, leather loungers, double seating, a table in the middle with a service bell, a few plates of snacks, and a wine cooler in the corner.

Compared with the price of ten times the price of the ordinary car, this VIP treatment is not bad, and the entire box has been chartered by Thor alone.

When I got off the ship and arrived at the port last night, it was already the middle of the night, and before I could rest at the hotel in the town of Welling, I was attacked again.

Although it is fine, but after all, it is a mental confrontation, and it consumes a lot, and this is another early morning to come to Charn City and take a steam rail car, so Thor's spirit is not very good.

Sit down, push open the window, the refreshing morning breeze blows, and the drowsy brain suddenly clears up a lot.

Soon, a high whistle sounded, the wheels swayed, the railcars started, and after ten minutes, the city outline gradually disappeared.

After passing through several farmstead wheat fields and over the curling smoke of cooking, you will enter the endless green mountains and forests.

As you climb up the undulating hills, the blue horizon looms, and the air blowing into the carriage becomes fresher and cooler.

Thor leaned against the window, resting his cheek with one hand, and after admiring the scenery for a while, his eyes were foggy and began to fall into deep thought, he was thinking about last night's attacker.

Lake Kay, like Sanar, was a test subject for Mayne Corida, and he was even worse because he was made into a half-treasure!

To be precise, he, like Saul's "Totem Wheel", is an outgrowth of Mayne Corida's creation of the Magic-Barrant Snake Ring.

Its abilities are similar to the mind magic of the Katevet family, who teased Thor on the sea ship and were known as the 'Mind Foolers'.

Invade the enemy's spirit, create a blood spirit illusion, and wear out their spirit like a grinding disc.

And because it is borrowed from the shamanic system, it can also make people fall into a violent mood, turn into a bloodthirsty beast, and sink consciousness.

Lake Kay, who was once held by Mayne Corrida to resist Helsing-Glass.

Thinking of this, Saul thought of that image again:

In the dim underground space, the air around Helsing-Grasse surges, stirring the void;

Opposite, Mayne Corrida was scarred and carrying a bloody human head in her hands, embarrassed.

That's right, that bloody human head is the body of Lake Kay!

"It seems that after Mayne escaped with the Barente Snake Ring, Lake Kay somehow survived and hooked up with Sanar. ”

"No"

"Maybe Lake-Kay survived because of Sanar's handiwork, which would explain why he was at Sanar's beheels. ”

"I just don't know, there are any other 'experiments'!"

The casual gaze shifted from the scenery outside the window to the interior of the carriage and landed on the snack plate on the table.

Holding his right hand on his cheek, Thor raised his left hand and tapped it lightly on the table, and a piece of pastry turned over strangely, jumping out of a beautifully gilded plate.

I saw the milky white sandwich pastry, as if pulled by an invisible thread, tossing and rolling on the table, sometimes jumping.

From Charn City to the station near Bluestone Ridge, the steam rail car travels for more than twenty hours, and Thor certainly doesn't waste time.

This is the practice of using magic to carry consciousness, which is what Saul jokingly calls "telekinesis".

When the weak magic power was exhausted, Thor meditated and recovered, and then practiced again, and so on.

At the same time, the crystal nucleus in the sea of knowledge is also shining.

"Crystal Nucleus, retrieve Mayne-Corida memory, and deduce the subsequent evolution of the Magic-Totem Wheel!"

Next to the puppet model that has been changing in the crystal, a blood-colored magic circle gradually emerged, countless runes, and shaman totems shuttled between them, gathered, disintegrated and condensed.

Although he had already made a plan, Saul held his breath when he thought that the likes of Sannar and Lake Kay were just rats who were wantonly played with by Mayne Corida.

Now, beyond the life-threatening crisis, there is another emotion in Saul's heart.

The two emotions are mixed, like the underground magma hidden in Thor's body, agitating, accumulating strength, waiting for the final eruption!

On the west coast of the New Continent, except for the Hill Peninsula in the lower left corner, which is more densely populated, the Triple Alliance in the north is definitely vast and sparsely populated.

The combined population of Mauris, Donia, and Tech is equivalent to the population of the Principality of New Zealand, so they form an alliance to resist the pressure.

The two ends of the Donia are wide and the middle is thin, and the whole is dumbbell-shaped.

It is bordered to the south by the Hill Peninsula, with a narrow strip of land in between, sandwiched between the seaside kingdoms of Tycheber and Mauris, and the Scarlet Wastes to the north.

The railway line that Thor rides runs through the north and south of Donia, which is equivalent to a major transportation artery, so it is very busy to stop and go.

However, the farther north went, the steam trains stopped at fewer stops, and there was a noticeable decrease in passengers, and the freight cars began to be unloaded one by one.

There are two reasons, one is that the north is a blood-colored wasteland, which is not suitable for ordinary people to live in, and the other is that more than a year ago, the turmoil spread widely.

The slaughter of ten thousand beasts took place on the northern border of the Doniab Kingdom.

Even after nearly two years, the town that was destroyed in the disaster has not fully recovered, and even the things hanging in the back boxes may be to support a certain place.

After a dozen hours of driving, the environment became even more barren, and after passing through a hilly area, I drove into a dusty town.

Then the flight attendant informed that there would be a half-hour stop at the place, and passengers could get off the bus for activities.

From morning to evening, although the comfort of the box was good, Thor was also a little tired, so he got out of the car and walked around.

However, when he returned to the car, he found two more uninvited guests.

A gray-faced teenager, and a petite girl in a black cloak that covers her tightly.

"Please, save us......"

Without waiting for Thor to ask, the boy threw himself to his knees in front of him, begging with a panicked face.

There was a sound of footsteps in the corridor, and several men and women wearing strange black robes violently pushed away one passenger after another, and ran over with cold faces.

One of them shouted:

"The Holy Maiden is in that box, hurry up!"