"Hawkwood... , In the Thane Dungeon, looking at the strange man in the painting, Dar silently read the other man's name. This guy looks like he's a member of Frank's Undead Squad? Since he is wearing a suit of armor, that should be it. So what experience of his is hidden in this painting, and what is his identity? Could it be that he holds an important position in the undead team, with a high position of authority? The reason why Dahl came up with this idea was because the last painting that was discovered was called Wolf Riding Earth, which recorded the legendary story of Arterius. So he subconsciously felt that this Hawkwood might also have a legendary experience that was not inferior to that of Artorius. At the moment, he is in the Thane Dungeon just to enter it and see what kind of stories are recorded in it. The other members of Flan's guard surrounded him. Although they already knew the rule that only one person could enter the painting at a time, because of the last time Dahl stayed in it for several days and was in a trance for a long time after he came out, everyone They were all worried, and someone tried to persuade Dar not to go in. But there are always people who have to explore the unknown. Human beings can only make progress by stepping on the footprints or even corpses of forerunners.
So Dahl resolutely decided to enter the world of painting, and these French guards came to see him off. Some of them were taking a chance, thinking that if Dahl could come out soon this time, someone would need to take care of him, who might be exhausted. So some people voluntarily stayed here to practice swordsmanship while waiting for Dar. Anyway, there was no difference between practicing swordsmanship on the ground and in the dungeon. The backpack was filled with large and small potions, scrolls and other supplies. These were the supplies everyone prepared for him: I really don’t need so many. "Dar's mouth twitched as he looked at the mountain-like backpack. If he put it on his back, he might not even be able to roll over. "Just in case, why don't you just keep it, big brother? This is what everyone wants." A girl named Trili made good use of her voice and appearance advantages, and she acted coquettishly and forced Dar to carry her back. Got on the backpack. He has never been able to cope with women's coquettishness, and he was often teased around by Malu in the past. After entering, put down your backpack at the resurrection point. Fortunately, the dropped items will not disappear after resurrection, Dahl thought. Then, amid everyone's farewells, he entered the world of painting. Before his consciousness was about to be involved, Dar suddenly had a strange feeling - Why did everyone's expressions look like I was going to die? It’s a bit too exciting! The process was exactly the same as last time. He once again experienced other people's stories, or memories, from a first-person perspective. But this time the memories are a little different. He saw himself sitting in a dark building. He didn't know the name of this building. He just felt that it was very big, and there were several thrones built high in the center... ... ． , there was a little old man with his legs broken sitting on one of the thrones. For no reason, he felt a solemn atmosphere here, and there seemed to be a touch of sadness. The perspective shifted and he saw a woman standing not far away. When he saw her face clearly, Dar's breathing stopped for a second or two. It was beautiful, more beautiful than he knew. The woman with the eyepatch was more beautiful than anyone he had ever seen in his life, not even the elves could compare to her. Compared with the other party, Luluwo is like a village girl from the countryside. Wait, why do I use Luluwo to compare? Dar suddenly looked forward to it, looking forward to being able to communicate with the woman when he could move freely for a while. He didn't have any blasphemous thoughts, and his character couldn't behave like a peach. All he wanted to do was listen to the other person's voice and take a second look at his appearance.
His mentality was similar to that of a young man who saw the beautiful sister next door but didn't dare to talk to her and could only watch her quietly. And just then. "It's crackling..." With the sound of flames igniting, the entire building suddenly burst into flames, the darkness was dispelled, and a warm feeling came to my face. A bonfire in the middle of the field was lit, and the person who lit the bonfire was a stranger wearing armor that Dahl had never seen before. There were traces of battle on his body, as if he had just experienced a not-so-easy battle. After inserting the spiral sword into the ashes, the bonfire immediately lit up. Who is this? Since it appears in Hawkwood's memory, it must be an important person, right? Dar saw the man walking towards "Souji", and at this moment, "himself" also spoke. "You are also a guy who can't die. We are the same kind. We have accomplished nothing, and we can't even die. It's really ridiculous...:::. And the mission, let us half-hearted people do that kind of thing, how can we do it? Got it." As soon as he opened his mouth, Hawkwood was full of negative energy. Why is the protagonist of this painting so depressed? "Oh, are you going to challenge King Salary? Haha, you are such a bold guy. Just go ahead and I will just sigh here." "What, you want to ask about King Xin's whereabouts, well... okay, I'll tell you." "Go through the high wall of Lothric and arrive at the undead settlement. If you have the ability, go and challenge the deep church. After that, there is the fortress where the undead team of France, the King of Salaries, is located. Go challenge them. " Finally hearing a familiar term, Dal felt relieved, but what does the fire king mean? It sounds like firewood. And the thing he wanted to complain about the most was that he didn't hear what the other person said at all. He was listening to Hawkwood talking to himself the whole time. "Want to ask me about the information of the Fran Undead Team? It's not that I can't tell you." "I advise you to be mentally prepared in advance. The Fran Undead Team is a group of very powerful people... Hawkwood's tone revealed nostalgia, and memories surged in his heart. At this time, the scene in front of Dal changed again. He reacted all of a sudden. What he was about to see was a memory in a memory! You can still play like this, like a dream in a dream. "Hey, newcomer, Hawkwood, don't be in a daze. Feeling someone patting his face, Dal raised his head and found a tall and strong man standing in front of him. The other party was also wearing the armor of the Undead Team and was also not wearing a helmet. He called me Hawkwood? Dahl was able to move freely at this moment, but he found that his backpack was gone, and only his personal belongings were preserved. He looked at the surrounding environment, and he seemed to be in a place like a training ground, surrounded by beautiful mountains and clear waters, and the air was clean, like a paradise, much cleaner than the Fran Fortress. "What's wrong?" Dahl asked carefully. This feeling of "playing" someone was very novel, but he had to be careful. "What's wrong? You even forgot what day it is today?" The man threw him an ordinary long sword and said, "Today is a training day. You just passed the team assessment. Today I will teach you something real."
Training? Assessment? Dahl vaguely guessed something. "I will only demonstrate it once, and I will demonstrate it again when you are beaten and screaming." When the man asked for a set of swordsmanship, and that set of swordsmanship was exactly the same as the technology used by the Fran Undead Team, even Dahl, who had good concentration, became excited. The man in front of him, who was suspected to be a member of the Undead Team, was actually teaching him the swordsmanship of the Undead Team! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. It is different from imitating when he was fighting the Undead Squad. This is really teaching him. Dal would not miss this good opportunity. He thought that if the clearance conditions of this painting world were not difficult, he could let all the guards of Fran come in to learn! The man kept his promise and only demonstrated it once. Dale was not satisfied and only hoped that the other party could do it again. "Do you understand it? If you understand it, practice with the Gulus." The man clapped his hands, and a group of Gulus with various weapons and equipment came in. "Can you demonstrate it again if you win?" Dale asked. "As long as you can win, you can watch it as many times as you want." Very good, the motivation is up! Dal's eyes were burning with a raging fire of war. At this moment, he had no time to think about a question. How could the timing and function of this painting be so coincidental? The Thane Underground City was controlled by a pair of invisible hands. Outside the sight of everyone, this pair of big hands is constantly making small adjustments to the dungeon, striving to make this current area perfect. While adjusting the dungeon, Gong Qiying will also pay attention to the situation in Bed City at all times, and no information in the city can escape his eyes! Why can he grasp the information anytime and anywhere? "Have you heard that Dahl actually promised the survivors of Val City to help them avenge themselves!" "Not personally, but to train those people. It seems that the swordsmanship he learned from the Fran Undead Team is still used." "The swordsmanship of the Undead Team...::... How about we go and join in the fun? If we join them, maybe we can learn it." "You can try it, I won't stop you, but many people who think like you have been rejected. There is a set of selection criteria over there." "I also want to find the Undead Team. Since Dahl can learn it, there is no reason why I can't learn it." "Good luck." Cheers and cups are exchanged. This is the intersection of all information-the tavern! If you take two hours a day to sit here, you can basically grasp the latest gossip of the entire Bed City. The tavern is really a perfect place, where you can relax and listen to gossip. Just order a glass of wine and sit there to satisfy the most primitive curiosity of human beings. Gong Qiying naturally knew about Dahl's establishment of the Faran Guard.
"You have a lot of ideas, young man, and you have a bright future." This is his evaluation. Dahl's behavior is undoubtedly good for the Sean Dungeon. Gong Qiying can list a lot of benefits that he can think of now. And most importantly, he got a sense of pleasure from it. There are people in this world who respect the Faran Undead Team from the bottom of their hearts and even set up a similar organization. It seems that they will inherit its spirit and have a super high school level COSPLAY. Gong Qiying's mentality now is like seeing his favorite work made into a high-quality second creation. It seems that the dungeon he made is indeed loved by people, which makes him happy and refreshed, and he is more motivated when adjusting the prototype of the Val Dungeon. Unfortunately, based on his observations over the past few days, he found that Dal's Fran guard was currently too weak and its development was somewhat slow. Gong Qiying has never been a stingy person. He can be generous without damaging the interests of the dungeon. So he conveniently designed a different space into the "memories" of the discouraged brother Hawkwood, so that every adventurer who enters it can experience the feeling of being trained by the Undead Team. The difficulty of passing this level is not great, and the rewards you can get at the end are also very ordinary, just white light props such as green flowers and plants. However, being able to receive training from the Undead Team is the biggest hidden reward. Training will not improve the adventurer's panel value, but can only improve skills. How much insight you can get depends largely on talent. This is a small cheat that Gong Qiying has kindly opened for the Fran Guards. "Come on." Looking at Dal's hard work through the crystal ball, Gong Qiying's eyes showed appreciation. At this moment, a letter appeared on the altar, with a familiar color scheme, from the Megalith Dungeon. His current impression of the Megalith Dungeon Lord is not bad. The other party seems to be a very friendly brother. The two sides have communicated with each other, but have not yet had in-depth exchanges. "What are you going to say?" He opened the envelope and the first sentence was: "Brother, there are many dungeons that are shamelessly copying your ideas!