Who designed this underworld dungeon?.

Chapter 187: Brother Frustrated's "Remembrance"

"Hawkwood."

In the underground city of Sen, looking at the strange man in the painting, Dal silently read out the other's name.

This guy looks like a member of the Faran Undead Squad? Since he's wearing armor, he must be one.

So what kind of experience is hidden in this painting, and what is his identity? Does he hold an important position in the Undead Squad and hold a high position of power?

The reason why Dahl came up with this idea was because the last painting discovered was called Wolf Rider, which recorded the legendary story of Artorius.

So he subconsciously felt that this Hawkwood might also have a legendary experience that was no less than that of Artorius.

At this moment, he is in the underground city of Sen, just to enter it and see what kind of stories are recorded there.

The other French guards surrounded him. Although they already knew the rule that only one person could enter the painting at a time, everyone was worried because Dahl had stayed in there for several days last time and was in a trance for a long time after coming out. Some people tried to persuade Dahl not to go in.

But someone has to always explore the unknown. Humanity can only make progress by stepping on the footsteps and even corpses of its forerunners.

So Dahl resolutely decided to enter this painting world, and these Fran guards came to see him off.

Some of them were hoping for a lucky break, thinking that what if Dal could come out soon this time? Then someone would need to take care of him as he might be exhausted.

So some people voluntarily stayed here, and practiced swordsmanship while waiting for Dal. After all, there was no difference between practicing swordsmanship on the ground and in the dungeon.

The backpack was filled with potions, scrolls, and other supplies of all sizes. These were the supplies everyone had prepared for him.

".I really don't need so much." Dal's mouth twitched as he looked at the mountain-like backpack. If he carried it on his back, he might not even be able to roll over.

"Just in case, please accept it, brother. This is everyone's kindness." A girl named Trilili made good use of her voice and appearance, and acted coquettishly, forcing Dahl to carry the backpack.

He has never been able to deal with women's coquettishness and was often teased by Malu.

After entering, put down the backpack at the resurrection point. Fortunately, the dropped items will not disappear after resurrection, Dal thought.

Then, amid everyone's farewells, he entered the world of painting.

Before his consciousness was about to be sucked in, Dahl suddenly had a strange feeling - why did everyone's expressions look like I was going to die?
It's too unlucky!

The process was exactly the same as last time, and he once again experienced other people's stories, or memories, from a first-person perspective.

But this time the memory is a little different.

He found himself sitting in a dim building. He didn't know what the building was called, but he felt that it was very large and there were several high thrones built in the center. Hey, there was an old man with a broken leg sitting on one of the thrones.

For no reason, he felt a solemn atmosphere here, and perhaps a hint of sadness.

Shifting his perspective, he saw a woman standing not far away. When he saw her face clearly, Dahl's breathing stopped for a second or two.

Very beautiful, a beauty beyond his cognition. The woman with the eye patch was more beautiful than anyone he had ever seen in his life. Even the elves could not compare to her.

Compared with the other party, Luluwo is like a country girl. Wait, why am I using Luluwo for comparison?

Dahl suddenly felt a little excited, looking forward to communicating with the woman when he was free to move around.

He did not have any blasphemous thoughts, and he was not capable of doing anything frivolous. He just wanted to listen to the other person's voice and take a closer look at his face.

His mentality is similar to that of a boy who sees the beautiful sister next door but dares not talk to her and can only watch her secretly.

And just then.

"Crackling."

There was the sound of flames starting, and the entire building was suddenly ablaze, the darkness was dispelled, and a warm feeling came over me.

The bonfire in the middle of the venue was lit, and the one 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. At this moment, after inserting the spiral sword into the ashes, a bonfire immediately ignited.

Who is this? Since he appears in Hawkwood's memory, he must be an important person, right?

Dahl saw the man walking towards "himself", and at this moment, "himself" also spoke.

"You are also a guy who can't die. You and I are the same kind. We have accomplished nothing and can't even die. It's really ridiculous. There is also that mission. How can we, half-baked people, do such a thing? " As soon as Hawkwood opened his mouth, he was full of negative energy.

Why is the protagonist of this painting so depressed?

"Oh, are you going to challenge the Fire King? Haha, you are such a bold fellow. Just go ahead and I will just sigh here."

"What? You want to ask where the Cinder King is? Well, fine. I'll tell you."

"Go through the high walls of Lothric and reach the Undead Settlement. If you are capable, challenge the Deep Cathedral. After that, it is the fortress where the Undead Squad of Fran, the Lord of Cinder, is located. Go challenge them."

Finally hearing a familiar term, Dal actually felt relieved, but what did the term "King of Fire" mean? It sounded like firewood.

And the point he wanted to complain about the most was that he didn't hear what the person on the other side said at all. He was just listening to Hawkwood talking to himself the whole time.

"You want to get information about the Fran Undead Squad from me? It's not impossible for me to tell you."

"I advise you to be mentally prepared in advance. The Fran Undead Squad are a group of very powerful people."

Hawkwood's tone revealed nostalgia, and memories came to his mind. It was at this moment that the scene in front of Dahl changed again.

He suddenly realized that what he was about to see was a memory within a memory!

You can still play like this, it’s like a dream within a dream.

"Hey, new guy, Hawkwood, stop staring."

Feeling someone patting his face, Dahl looked up and found a tall, strong man standing in front of him. He was also wearing the armor of the Undead Squad and was also not wearing a helmet. He called me Hawkwood?
Dahl was able to move freely at this moment, but found that his backpack was gone and only his personal belongings were preserved.

He looked at the surroundings and found himself in a place like a training ground. The surrounding mountains and rivers were beautiful and the air was clean, like a paradise. It was much cleaner than the Fran Fortress.

"What's wrong?" Dahl asked carefully. The feeling of "playing" someone was very novel, but he had to be careful.

"What's wrong? Have you even forgotten what day it is today?" The man threw him an ordinary long sword and said, "Today is the day for training. You just passed the assessment for joining the team. Today I will teach you something real."

Training? Assessment?

Dahl had a vague guess about something.

"I'll only demonstrate it once. When you scream from being beaten, I'll demonstrate it a second time."

When the man performed a set of sword skills that were exactly the same as the techniques used by the Fran Undead Squad, even Dal, who had good self-control, became excited.

The man in front of him, who was suspected to be a member of the Undead Corps, was actually teaching him the Undead Corps' swordsmanship!
It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and unlike the imitation he had experienced when fighting the Undead Squad, this was truly teaching him.

Naturally, Dal would not miss this good opportunity. He thought that if the conditions for passing this painting world were not difficult, he could let all the Fran guards come in and study!
The man kept his promise and only demonstrated it once. Dar was still not satisfied and just asked him to do it again.

"You see, now, if you understand, practice with the Gollums."

The man clapped his hands, and a group of Gollums carrying various weapons and equipment walked in.

"Can you demonstrate it again if you win?" Dahl asked.

"As long as you can win, you can watch it as many times as you want."

Very good, I’m getting motivated!

There was a raging fire of war burning in Dahl's eyes. At this moment, he had no time to think about a question -

How could the timing and purpose of this painting be so coincidental?

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The Thane dungeon is controlled by a pair of invisible hands.

Out of everyone's sight, these big hands are constantly making tiny adjustments to the dungeon, striving to make this current area perfect.

While making adjustments to the dungeon, Gong Qiying will also always pay attention to the situation in Bed City. No information in the city will escape his eyes!
Why can he obtain information anytime and anywhere?

"Have you heard that Dal actually promised the survivors of Val City that he would personally help them get revenge?"

"Not by myself, but I'm training those people. I think I'm using the swordsmanship I stole from the Fran Undead Squad."

"The swordplay of the Undead Corps. How about we go and join in the fun? Maybe we can learn it if we join them."

"You can try. I won't stop you. But many people who think like you have been rejected. They have their own selection criteria."

"Tsk, I'm going to find the Undead Squad too. If Dahl can learn it, there's no reason why I can't."

"Good luck."

Clinking glasses and toasting each other, this is the place where all information converges - the tavern!
If you spend two hours every day sitting here, you can basically get the latest gossip in the entire Bed City.

The pub is a perfect place where you can relax and listen to gossip. Just ordering a drink and sitting there can satisfy the most primitive curiosity of human beings.

Naturally, Gong Qiying also knew about Dal's formation of the Fran Guard.

"You have great ideas, young man. You have a bright future." This was his evaluation.

Dal's actions are undoubtedly beneficial to 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 satisfaction from it.

There are actually people in this world who respect the Fran Undead Team from the bottom of their hearts and have even established a similar organization. It seems that they will inherit their spirit and have a super high school level COSPLAY. Gong Qiying's mentality now is like seeing his favorite work being made into a high-quality secondary creation.

It seems that the dungeon he made was really loved by people, which made him happy and satisfied, and he was 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 as long as it does not harm the interests of the dungeon.

So he conveniently designed an alternate dimension as the "memories" of the discouraged brother Hawkwood, so that every adventurer who entered it could experience the feeling of being trained by the Undead Squad.

It is not difficult to clear this level, and the rewards you get in 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 Squad is the biggest hidden reward.

Training will not improve the adventurer's panel values, it can only improve his skills. How much insight one can get depends largely on talent. This can be regarded as a small cheat that Gong Qiying kindly gave to the Fran Guards.

"Come on." Looking at Dal's hard work through the crystal ball, Gong Qiying's eyes revealed admiration.

Just then, a letter appeared on the altar. The color scheme was very familiar, and it came from the Megalith Dungeon.

His current impression of the Lord of the Megalith Dungeon is not bad. The other party seems to be a very friendly guy. The two sides have already communicated with each other, but they have not yet had an in-depth exchange.

"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!"

(End of this chapter)