I am the Demon King of the Dungeon!

Chapter 131 Forming a Squad (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Holy City.

The news spread faster than the wind.

The situation in the North has already caused quite a stir.

When Arthas pushed open the wooden door of the tavern, a cacophony of noise surged out like a tide. It wasn't just the usual noisy chatter of drinking and boasting, but more of a low, anxious buzzing, like a swarm of wasps whose nest had been disturbed.

"Qadada is finished, Cold Iron Fortress has fallen—"

"Where did the Kingdom of Grasha get such a strong military force?"

"Who knows? Why don't you go check it out?"

"Go ahead! I'll go if you go."

Arthas ordered ale, walked to a familiar corner and sat down. He took out his Vivre Card from his pocket; it was intact.

A stubble-faced mercenary at the next table stared wide-eyed and said in a low voice, "I heard that the Kingdom of Grasha has acquired special soldiers and is crushing Cold Iron Fortress—"

"What soldiers?"

The middle-aged mercenary dipped his finger in the wine and drew an ouroboros symbol on the table, the snake's body coiled into a figure eight.

It bit its own tail with its head.

Alsace could see it very clearly.

Samigina Order.

"The Kingdom of Grasha is colluding with a cult. This is not just a problem in the North. The Adventurers' Guild is also preparing to intervene and investigate—" The middle-aged mercenary lowered his voice even further, "to investigate what they want to get from the North."

"Ah! Now that you mention it, I just remembered that the Kingdom of Grasha is recruiting adventurers to go to the Sunwell. Could the two things be related?"

"Hard to say—"

Arthas originally intended to return to the Dawn of Light to gather people to conquer the legendary dungeon, but he didn't expect to hear news from the North. Without even drinking any wine, he left the tavern.

What we can confirm now is that both Raine and Oris are still alive, and the bet with Splinter is to conquer the legendary dungeon. Combining the two, let's start with the Sunwell.

Headquarters of Dawn of Light.

An Ruiwei's voice came from the war room.

"—The situation in the North is out of control. Cold Iron Keep has fallen, and the fate of the Kadar royal family is unknown. The Kingdom of Grasha is backed by the Order of Samikina, and the Order's target is likely the Sunwell."

"How can you be so sure it's the Sunwell?" Kahn's voice was as calm as ever.

"I have received news," Anrivi's tone turned somber, "that the Kingdom of Grasha has spent a fortune to invite various warbands to conquer the Sunwell."

"The Sunwell?" Alicia frowned, pressing for details. "A legendary dungeon? What does the Samigina Order want with it?"

"I don't know," An Ruiwei replied. "But their interest in the Sunwell isn't something that just started today. According to intelligence, at least a dozen adventurer teams connected to the Order have attempted to enter the Sunwell in the past six months, but all of them have failed."

"That's why they're cooperating with Grasha—" Kahn snorted. "Looks like their target is the Demon King."

Arthas pushed open the door and entered. The three of them turned their gazes to the doorway at the same time. This was a high-level meeting, but Arthas, as the "Hero," had the authority to attend.

"Dick?" Kahn frowned slightly. "Didn't you take leave? Why are you here?"

"You've had enough rest."

Arthas walked straight to the long table, his gaze falling on the map of the continent of Assassin, where the northern border was circled several times with red charcoal.

The circle is an annotation of the four characters "Well of the Sun".

"I heard about what happened in the North at the tavern. The Order's target is the Sunwell. What are your plans?"

An Ruiwei glanced at Arthas, but didn't pursue the matter of his uninvited arrival, and tapped her finger on the map.

"The Dawn of Light will intervene, and a preemptive strike might stop the Order. But not now, because the Dawn, Oracle, and Vastness teams all perished during the conquest of Dark Hemcas. The members' mental state hasn't fully recovered; forcibly dragging them into battle would only be suicide."

There was a moment of silence in the command center.

Kahn leaned against the wall with his arms crossed.

Alicia sat to one side, her blonde hair appearing somewhat dim in the candlelight, with faint dark circles under her eyes.

Each of the three squads has its own problems and needs time to prepare, but the North can't wait.

"I'll form my own team," Arthas's voice broke the silence. "Let's challenge the Sunwell."

Taking advantage of the Samigina Order's actions, we can conveniently borrow the power of the Dawn of Light.

All three of them turned their gazes to Arthas.

"W-What did you say?" Kahn's brow furrowed even more. "You want to team up?"

"Yes, I'll form my own team." Arthas's finger traced across the map, heading north from Holy City, across the No Man's Lands, and pointing to Cold Iron Keep. "The Samigina Order and the Kingdom of Grasha are in a joint operation. By the time our people recover, the Sunwell might already be gone."

"Do you have a suitable candidate?" An Ruiwei's gaze fell on Arthas's face, as if judging whether the young man was serious or just acting on impulse.

"Yes." Arthas looked at Kahn. "Captain Kahn, come with me."

"Me?" Kahn raised his eyebrows slightly. Due to the damage caused by the demon's possession, his combat power had decreased significantly. "But I'm not in good shape right now—"

"Even when I'm not in good shape, I'm still better than most people," Arthas said. "Besides, you owe me a favor."

"————Okay." Kahn lowered his arms and straightened up from the wall. "I'll go with you."

"Wait, Kahn!" Alicia stood up and stopped him. "Your injuries haven't healed yet!"

"A superficial injury." Kahn raised his right hand and moved his fingers. The bandage was thick, but his movements were still relatively agile. "As long as it doesn't affect my ability to make a fist, it's fine."

Anri glanced at Kahn, then at Arthas, and pressed, "Who else?"

"I'm not sure," Arthas replied, "but I'll find a suitable candidate within three days."

"Three days." An Ruiwei repeated the two words, took out a communication ring from the long table drawer, and pushed it towards Arthas.

Before him, he said, "Take this. If you haven't left by then in three days, I will send someone to find you."

"You can go to the front desk and look at the list. You can choose anyone from the Dawn of Light."

"Thank you." Arthas slipped the communication ring onto his finger; it fit perfectly. "I will gather the team within three days."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the door.

"Dick." Kahn's voice came from behind.

Alsace stopped in his tracks.

"Who are you planning to find?"

Arthas turned his head to the side, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"They can fight."

He pushed open the door and went out.

In the corridor, the night breeze carried the chill of early autumn.

Arthas stood by the window, looking at the myriad lights of Holy City, and began to sift through a list of candidates in his mind.

They can fight.

They are not afraid of death.

Trustworthy.

The first member, Kahn Greymane, is a legendary holy judge, level 601, and the ceiling of human combat power on the continent of Ashu. Although he is temporarily unable to use the evil spirit possession technique, he is a mobile fortress in himself.

What about the second member?