Who designed this underworld dungeon?.

Chapter 27 Black Hand!

After leaving the Sen Dungeon, Stellan clenched her fists, feeling a little unreal.

Sitting by a campfire not only replenished my status, but I actually leveled up?

Just tapping your finger on that weird-looking panel, you can become stronger easily?

Although the souls used for upgrading were won by her hard work in defeating monsters, it still seems a bit unreal.

The average lifespan of an elf is about three hundred years. With a little exercise or learning some health-preserving magic, they can easily live to four hundred years old, which is four times that of a human.

There has been an enduring question in history: Why didn't the long-lived elves replace humans as the most powerful race?

There are two answers. First, the probability of an elf getting pregnant is low, and even if they work non-stop for several years, they may not get pregnant.

Second, elves’ enthusiasm for learning is lower than that of humans.

It was as if the God of Creation deliberately balanced the strength of the elves. Corresponding to their long lifespan, it takes elves longer than humans to learn a certain technology.

There is no problem with the elves' IQ, and their comprehension ability is also normal, but there is a mysterious force that prevents them from learning a completely unfamiliar technology in a short period of time.

The same is true for spiritual practice. It takes elves more time than humans to raise their professional level by one level.

But in the Sen Dungeon, this situation has undergone a drastic change!
Stellan could feel that the levels of strength she had improved in the dungeon would probably take her a year or two of training if she were in the outside world.

One day's work is worth a year's work.

She gasped, thinking how horrible it was.

I had to call my compatriots over as well!

But before that
She looked at the sky. It was still early, so she should go to the weapons shop.

The large shield and lance that Gong Qiying lent her disappeared along with the other party, but her heart had been deeply scarred by the shield.

I feel itchy if I don't hold up my shield for a minute.

Spears were easy to buy, and she quickly bought a handy spear. The tip of the spear was made from the horn of a high-level monster and was inlaid with poisonous magic gems. Just a slight scratch would poison the enemy.

The shop owner said that this gun could never be sold. Although the quality was good, no one liked to use weapons with poison attributes. Everyone was pursuing fast-paced battles, and not many people had the patience to wait for the prey to be poisoned and slowly weakened.

Therefore, when the boss learned that Stellan wanted to buy it, he was deeply moved and took the initiative to give her a 20% discount.

Stellan looked at the spear in her hand. The poison gem gave the tip of the spear a strange dark green color. She originally wanted to buy a fire or lightning attribute, but when she saw this gun, she suddenly thought of -

The disadvantages of shield poke are that it does not do enough damage and takes a long time. Isn't it just a good opportunity to poison?

I am such a genius, she secretly rejoiced, and thought that she must show off when she saw Mareda next time.

However, it was difficult to buy a large shield. She went to several weapon stores before she bought a decent large shield. It was usable, but it didn't feel as good as the one Gong Qiying lent her.

"Hey, hey, hey, you have long ears, why are you here to buy weapons?"

Just as Stellan was holding her shield and preparing to go home, several uninvited guests appeared.

"Could it be that he was beaten to a pulp by the monsters in the dungeon, and lost his weapon while running for his life?"

Her face suddenly darkened.

The visitors were three human youths, all of them were dressed in classic gangster attire, and their appearance could be compared to that of skinny and energetic young men.

Stellan knew them. These people were well-known racists in the area. They had conflicts with many non-human races, but they only bullied ordinary people. This was the first time they came to cause trouble for Stellan, who was at the silver level.

Could it be that his strength has improved? She guessed, and continued to move forward as if nothing had happened.

"My brother is talking to you!"

The gangster's younger brother reached out to grab Stellan. She fixed her eyes and was about to attack him, but the man called the big brother stopped him.

"It was agreed that I would practice today."

The elder brother glared at the younger brother, who retreated in anger. "My name is Morgan, the boss of this street. I heard that you, with your long ears, are an adventurer. Today I came to find you. Hey, hey, stop right there!"

While he was speaking, Stellan had already walked several meters away.

"Ya Yi, Ya Er, stop her!"

"Understood, big brother!" x2
Seeing that passers-by were attracted by the movement here, Stellan turned her head helplessly and said:

"Get lost,"

"Oh, you have a temper," Morgan laughed, "Just listen to me, don't be so reluctant."

"What on earth do you want to do?" She felt like she was trying to appease a psychopath.

"As for me, I've always felt that something good was going to happen recently. As a result, when I was working as a security guard for a wealthy family, I was spotted by an expert who taught me a fighting technique. Hehe,"

Morgan excitedly took off his gloves, revealing a pair of shiny black hands.

"This is the fighting skill that the master taught me, called Black Hand! I have long wanted to find someone to try it out, you bunch of foreigners, come and see it for yourself!"

"Uh"

It was obvious that the thug was just looking for random trouble. Even if it wasn't Stellan, it would be someone else with long ears, or even a short or hairy one.

I should beat this guy half to death so he can't cause trouble to others. Thinking of this, she raised her shield.

Who knew Morgan would stop as soon as he saw the shield.

"What are you doing?" Stellan had just prepared to poke with her shield, but now she was extremely confused.

"It's not fair, it's not fair. I have my bare hands but you have a big shield. How can I fight you?"

Stellan was so angry that she laughed and said, "You came to pick a fight first and you want to control how I fight back?"

"This isn't picking a fight, this is a sacred duel," Morgan said righteously, "Do you want me to throw the gloves in front of you as a ceremony?"

"Chunchun is sick," Stellan stabbed out regardless of the consequences, but she didn't expect that the boy was quick enough to dodge it.

He dodged and shouted, "If you have the guts, throw away the shield. What kind of hero are you if you hold a shield?"

"That's right, a coward with a shield!" x2, the two younger brothers shouted quite happily.

Veins bulged on Stellan's forehead as she fired a shot that grazed Morgan's scalp, instantly removing a large chunk of his hair.

There was silence.

With a loud bang, she threw the heavy shield to the ground, clenched her fists and grinned, "Come on, I can beat you up with my bare hands."

"hehe."

Morgan was sweating coldly, but he still forced a laugh and said, "Okay, straightforward guy!"

Haha, this stupid elf fell into the trap!
He rushed forward happily, his pair of black hands shining brightly. This fighting skill could enhance his strength. How could a mere elf with a slender body possibly resist it!

He searched for a long time. A muscular orc? No, a muscular dwarf? No.

When he saw Stellan, who was rather thin and looked powerless, his eyes lit up.

"Haha, come on, big brother!" x2
"Take my move, Black——"

"Crack!"

Morgan flew backwards.

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