The Sewage Tavern, as its name suggests, had puddles all over the stone floor and water dripping from the ceiling from time to time.
After all, this is an island environment, and even the wind is salty and humid. In addition, there is abundant water vapor in the basement, so the drinkers have to cover their glasses with their hands to prevent the wine from being contaminated by the water vapor outside.
Speaking of these drinkers, the people of Cangqing Sword were surprised to see elves outside. When they entered the tavern, they found that there were actually humans here...
To be precise, humans, dwarves, orcs, elves, all kinds of races are everywhere in the tavern, giving people the illusion of suddenly arriving in a fantasy world.
"What are you looking at? Are you looking for trouble?" Perhaps because the girls stared at him for too long, the nearest green-skinned orc stood up angrily. This guy was about 1.9 meters tall, with a flat head, and his hair tied into a small bun on top of his head. The lower row of canine fangs protruded from his lower lip, making him look ferocious and cruel.
The one staring at him was Sidlifa. Although they were about the same height, the orc's sturdy build was obviously not comparable to hers. The Norman girl was stunned for a moment, then she laughed and turned to Ask and said:
"Ask, look! It's a living orc! I've always heard from people in the village that there are wild orc tribes in the northern ice fields, but I've never seen one. I didn't expect to see one on an island here!"
"Looking for death!" The orc became furious when the human girl called him "wild", and stretched out his arms as thick as a normal person's thighs to grab Sidlifa.
Sidlifa was still laughing, and her reaction was not slow at all. She punched him in the chest.
Her fist arrived first, hitting the orc's strong chest before the orc touched her. The orc immediately flew backwards in a U shape, and his huge body seemed to have no weight at all, falling straight to the opposite side.
On the wine table at the edge of the opposite wall, three dwarves were drinking from wooden cups. One of the dwarves stepped on the tower shield on the ground, grabbed the shield handle and smashed it with his backhand, knocking the flying orc aside.
"What strength!" Feeling the powerful force coming from the shield, the dwarf holding the shield raised his eyebrows and looked at Sidlifa in astonishment, "Little human girl, are you a saint?"
"Saint?" Sidlifa shook her head. "I don't understand."
"That's it..." The dwarf couldn't help scratching his head and turned to look at the humans at the table next to him. "Douglas, what do you call a saint?"
"Superhuman." Douglas was a middle-aged human male wearing a shirt and a simple pistol on his waist. He drank his wine and uttered a word indifferently.
"Yes, a transcendent." The dwarf immediately turned to look at Sidlifa, "Are you a transcendent?"
"Ah." Sidlifa glanced at Ask, and seeing that he had no intention of stopping her, she nodded in acknowledgement.
As a result, not only the dwarf in front of them, but also the entire tavern was filled with whispers. Although everyone lowered their voices at the same time, the girls, as extraordinary people, naturally had their hearing enhanced by their physical strength, and they could hear the slightly shocked conversations of the people around them: