After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

Before the ancient tunnel, facing the bottomless darkness, clusters of torches are lit.

The soldier carefully descended the stone steps. The torches were still burning brightly. After confirming that there was air circulation inside, the soldier took out a glass bottle, opened the cap, and the fluorescent light of the Holy Silver Grass Liquid began to glow faintly.

Everyone stared intently at the faint light, and after several minutes, seeing that the light had not dissipated, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let's keep going, Patton, you lead the way."

The most dangerous dungeons are not those with powerful monsters, but rather the surrounding environment that is often overlooked yet constantly affects the creatures within.

For example, those who use poison gas in war are pure demons.

Oswald couldn't help but recall a comic book he had read in his previous life that depicted demons, including things like the Demon of Guns and the Demon of Nuclear Bombs.

As expected, people with little knowledge like to avoid the important points and focus on the trivial; they also pick and choose when studying history.

Aren't the most cruel and inhumane weapons of war their favorite poison gas? In Oswald's opinion, America was too fond of playing the role of a beacon of the world back then.

Why drop a nuclear bomb? Just cover the entire island with poison gas and create a timeline shift. The final boss of the Sawman will definitely become a poison gas demon.

The team walked up the spiral staircase and arrived at the first level of the dungeon.

Because he had been using his spiritual vision for an extended period of time, Oswald needed to conserve his magic power, leaving the low-level magical beasts to the soldiers to handle.

Kindem faithfully served as Oswald's protector, his expression solemn throughout, even kicking away the passing monster corpses for Oswald.

Along the straight stone-paved road, the elite soldiers gripped their rifles tightly and cleanly cleared the obstacles, arriving at the entrance to the second level in just a few minutes.

Compared to the darkness of the first level, the second level was actually brighter. The terrain became more expansive, the number of magical beasts increased, and some began to fight for territory among themselves.

The road beneath their feet had forked, and the experienced Barton accurately determined the direction to go from the tracks left by the monsters.

A swarm of monsters blocked their path, and amidst the flickering flames, the soldiers had to form battle formations to deal with the monsters that would coordinate their attacks.

Kindem's hand, gripping the axe, trembled slightly. He was already starting to worry about the journey ahead. Ahead, a monster half the height of a man lunged forward with its gaping maw, locked in fierce combat with the fully armed soldiers.

This time, the soldiers went to great lengths and finally reached the entrance to the third floor half an hour later.

They were panting heavily, their expressions blurred by the blood of the monsters. After resting briefly at the entrance, Oswald stepped forward and patted each of them on the shoulder to encourage them.

Being able to reach the third level of the dungeon within an hour, they have surpassed 90% of the adventurers in the kingdom.

[Host, please speed up. The decrease in the number of monsters in the dungeon will stimulate the birth of new monsters. It is estimated that newly born monsters will attack from the lower level in fifteen minutes.]

[Host, hold on for now. This system will go borrow a few boxes of mana potions.]

(They really don't hold back.)

Oswald gave a wry smile. As expected of the earliest search, attack, and retreat game, you can retreat with one click and start over in the game, but in reality, you have to constantly weigh the pros and cons and risks.

"Everyone, give it your all. If there's no safe zone on the fourth level, we'll head back the way we came." Oswald changed his plans again, after all, he couldn't risk the lives of his soldiers.

Generally speaking, this type of high-intensity dungeon has about ten levels in total, with levels four and eight being safe zones.

After passing the safe zone, the difficulty of conquering the dungeon will increase significantly in stages.

Having regained their strength, the group continued their journey, ascending the spiral staircase to the third level.

If the first level can only be considered a street, and the second level a village, then the scale of the third level can only be described as a city.

In the dim light, all that could be seen were several indistinct forks in the road. Marquis Barton was somewhat perplexed. He took a torch and went to the stone wall, but he could not find any trace left by the magical beast.

The wind swirled against the stone walls, and all around was quiet, without the stench of blood left by the battle of monsters.

Patton became more alert and called his soldiers over, quickly taking out a bow and arrow to make a rocket.

The rocket ignited, Patton drew his bow, aimed straight at the darkness at the end, and fired the arrow with a mighty blast.

A bright light flashed across the sky, and as they got further away, rows of solemn, mud-covered figures in swords and armor appeared before them beside the stone wall.

With a sharp clang, the rocket struck a suit of armor, causing the helmet to sway and tilt before slowly sinking into the darkness that was engulfing them once more.

"Clang~"

The sound of helmets hitting the ground echoed through the street, and everyone fell silent, quickly forming a battle formation.

One second, two seconds, steady footsteps shattered the darkness, the subtle clanging of armor echoed, Oswald frowned and raised his staff, the pale beam of light illuminating the path ahead.

The empty armor had somehow moved to the middle of the road, picked up the helmet and put it back on, and mechanically drew the rusty iron sword from its waist.

One by one, the armored figures regained their mobility, shaking off the dirt and seemingly retaining memories of the past, and formed their own battle formations.

Under the pale light, the two sides were locked in a stalemate, but the armored soldiers did not launch an attack.

Oswald pondered for a moment, then gently waved his staff. A piece of corrupted chain shot out of the ground and crashed into the stone wall on the adjacent street. Armored soldiers reacted at the sound, quickly surging into the street and attacking the chain with their swords.

The clanging of metal against metal rang out one after another, and more and more armored soldiers from the neighboring street gathered, quickly clearing the road in front of them.

It turns out to be a sound seeker...

Having understood the enemy's mechanics, and since combat can be avoided to the greatest extent possible, the team's next plan becomes clear.

Oswald flashed his staff, and Barton instantly understood the Duke's meaning, gesturing for the soldiers behind him to tread lightly.

Taking out a white cloth from his backpack, Barton held a charcoal pencil in his large fingers and, using the light from the Duke's staff, explored the surrounding environment, quickly creating a simple map on the white cloth.

With a wave, Patton tiptoed forward to scout the way for the team.

The crowd followed stealthily, clutching their weapons tightly, afraid to make a sound.

As they passed by the armored soldiers, gazing at their nearly two-meter-tall figures, the soldiers secretly swallowed hard. The only ones in the group who could fight such fleshless monsters were probably the Duke and Marquis Barton.

The world is indeed full of wonders.

They are too young. Becoming elites is only the first step. They still have a long way to go before they become true masters.

Kindem trembled violently, the wind howling in his ears, seeping into the armored soldier's body, echoing the prelude to the dead.

This was his first time experiencing such an adventure. If the Duke had told him earlier that they were there to explore the dungeon, Kindem would have guaranteed he wouldn't have joined in.

Gradually, Kindem, lost in his own thoughts, fell behind and could no longer see the soldiers' backs clearly.

Oswald had no choice but to reach out and pick up his dwarf guard, then quickly catch up with the group.

Kindem stopped trembling. He felt incredibly safe now. If he could stay in the Duke's arms, he could confidently say that he would always be half a step ahead of the Duke, even if he had to fight his way through a million-strong army.

As the Marquis of Barton's map became more and more complete, he quickened his pace. After taking a few wrong turns, they finally arrived at the entrance to the fourth level after three hours.

The soldiers had just relaxed their tense nerves when Oswald didn't let them rest for long.

"Let's go down and check. If it's not a safe zone, we'll go back the way we came."

The Marquis of Barton has already completed the map for the third level, so they won't have to worry about a safe retreat.

This time, Oswald did not let his soldiers lead the way; instead, he led the Marquis of Patton and stepped onto the descending stairs first.

Barton, holding a torch, said solemnly, "Sir, I think the monsters on the third floor have already reached B-rank, and the boss on the lowest floor is probably no less than S-rank."

Rank B is an existence that requires the deployment of elite soldiers to fight. Although elite soldiers have the advantage in combat power when the numbers are equal, there were at least several hundred armored figures on the third layer just now...

"Barton, a dungeon with a stable supply of magical beasts, lies between Starfall City and Broad Valley City. I can't rest easy until this threat is resolved soon."

Oswald sighed softly, "Besides, the dwarves have already migrated in. I hope they can quickly resume their production and life in the first year and have a good year in peace."

That's what responsibility is like; it's heavier than a mountain when you carry it. If Oswald were an adventurer, he would definitely wish the world were full of all sorts of dungeons to conquer, so he could experience a different adventure every day.

He might even form his own team of adventurers.

But Oswald was a lord, a lord who controlled the lives and deaths of millions of people. He would rather the world become boring than not do his best to eliminate all potential threats.

Barton nodded heavily. The Duke had it tough, and unfortunately, few in the Northern Territory could share his burden.

The Northern Territory suffered too many casualties in that great battle.

"The intelligence reports that initially, they heard muffled thunder, a powerful magical beast represented by thunder... Your Excellency, what do you believe it to be?"

"I don't know much about this either. It seems like most of the monsters in Warcraft are hybrid chimeras. Who knows what we'll be facing?"

Oswald gave a brief reply, but then suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Boom! Boom!

The stairs shook violently amidst a tremendous roar from deep underground, the wave-like sound engulfing everything, colors distorted, Oswald's psychic vision suddenly disconnected, and he was plunged into darkness.

What happened?!

Oswald quickly reactivated his skill, but the steps beneath his feet vanished in the next second, and everyone plummeted into the abyss of the dungeon.