Chapter 146 Dahl joins the hunt tonight
No matter when and where, rewards are always the primary driving force that drives people to explore.
Maybe some people will be attracted by stories or other factors, but it is obviously unreliable to expect people to be enthusiastic about exploring pigeons just by stories.
Adventurers are mostly utilitarian, and are only motivated by rewards.
For example, Leon and his team are full of motivation now. He dragged Drew reluctantly into the pigeon level again. This fight lasted a whole day.
After working hard for a whole day, I finally successfully obtained four certificates of battle experience.
Drew checked the rewards beside the altar and finally chose to exchange for the decoy skulls. One battle certificate could be exchanged for ten decoy skulls, which seemed to be a good deal, especially when the ten skulls were scattered around him, giving him a sense of fulfillment.
Since the introduction of the decoy skull says that it can attract the attention of monsters, he will never have to worry about being chased and attacked by monsters again.
The most thrilling moment of the day was when he was chased by the rogue demons. It was so disgusting, and he didn't want to experience it a second time in his life.
"Don't you want to change something?" He turned and looked at Leon.
Leon shook his head and said, "I'm going to save it to exchange for something better."
He looked at the altar with a fiery gaze, and his hands made a crackling sound, as if he was holding the certificate of battle experience in his hands.
It was a small step for him, but a giant leap for the adventurer.
The effects of these blessings are sometimes more valuable than souls. The Thane dungeon is truly a treasure trove.
In addition to his excitement, he looked at the straight sword in his hand. The blade was full of pits and dents. This was obviously the damage caused by long-term fighting. He had to find a blacksmith to repair it.
I don’t know if it’s Leon’s illusion, but he always feels that the strength of the monsters inside has changed when he enters the level again.
This feeling is very subtle and I don’t know how to describe it.
Those monsters that were too weak or too strong disappeared, and the monsters that replaced them all required him to go through slightly more difficult battles before he could win.
The strength of the elite monsters would require him to fight a difficult and dangerous battle in order to have a certain chance of winning.
It felt like the strength of the monsters here was adjusted to match his own capabilities.
Fighting an equal opponent is fun, but the fun of mowing the grass is gone, except for the battle levels before you encounter the first elite.
There is no need to doubt it, this is Gong Qiying applying the [Strength Balance] authority to the pigeon.
After a busy day, Leon was still very excited, but his physical strength could no longer support him. After calculating the time, they decided to leave the dungeon on their own initiative.
It was already night outside, with scattered stars hanging in the sky, and the moon looked like it had been bitten by Steve Jobs.
The noise of the crowd penetrated their ears, and compared with the silence of the Firelink Shrine, it made Leon and the others feel as if they were in another world.
It is said that returning to a quiet home from a lively dance party will make people feel disappointed and uncomfortable, but Leon felt uncomfortable in a lively place.
"Did you say that Malu and the others came out?"
He bought a few skewers from a roadside stand and passed one to Drew while he ate.
Drew was a little hesitant as he looked at the kebabs made of unknown meat. Recently, due to the influence of the food area, the food around Bed City has become strange. People can't tell what the raw materials of the food served on the table are.
Who cares what it’s made of, as long as it tastes good.
As his stomach growled, he still took the kebab.
I don’t know what kind of meat the skewers are made of, but they are very fat. The charred brown skin and the green onion segments mixed in form a sharp color contrast. The rich meaty aroma goes straight into the nose, and when you take a bite, the taste is so good that meat lovers will go to heaven.
The fatigue of the day seemed to be mostly dissipated the moment the hot food went down his stomach. Drew finished the skewer as long as his forearm in two bites, and still felt a little unsatisfied.
Leon smiled and wanted to buy some more, but the other party waved his hand and said, “Let’s go to the tavern!”
There must be hot food and cold beer, only then can it be called perfect.
As soon as they pushed open the door of the tavern, the surging sound waves made the two of them take a step back.
The pub was brightly lit and packed with people. Many people stood beside the tables drinking. Everyone was enthusiastically discussing what they had gained today. When they were having a great time, they would clink glasses and the aroma of beer filled everyone's soul.
"Were there so many people before?" Leon looked around and found that there was no place to stand in the tavern.
This is a place they often come to. It is very popular, but not to the point of being packed. What happened today?
"It's been like this for a long time. Everyone was attracted to the dungeon. Of course you don't feel anything after being away for a month."
Drew pointed inside the pub. "Come on, there are seats there."
Are there seats available?
Leon looked over and found familiar faces, they were Malu and Tel, but Gapar was nowhere to be found.
Roger, who had not been seen for a long time, was also there. He had one arm around Tel's waist - because he could not reach his shoulders - and the other arm around a young man Leon had never seen before. He was singing an off-tune ballad as if he was drunk. The guests kept looking at him with frowns, probably reaching the limit of their patience.
Leon suddenly stopped thinking about the past.
"Boss, over here, over here!" Malu spotted him instantly and waved to him.
He had no choice but to walk over. As soon as he walked over, Roger rushed over and tried to hug him, but fortunately he dodged him.
With a "bang", Roger fell to the ground and couldn't get up. After a while, his snoring was heard.
"Don't bother with him, he'll get drunk once he drinks," Malu pulled him aside with disgust. At this time, the strange young man also said goodbye and wanted to leave, as if he was not used to the hustle and bustle here.
"Wait a minute."
Malu pulled Leon over and said, "Boss, let me introduce him to you. He's the one I mentioned before—"
"Dal, right," Leon smiled warmly and extended his hand to him.
Dahl shook hands with him briefly and said somewhat unexpectedly, "I didn't expect that 'Lion' Leon also knew me."
"Of course. After I came back, I heard a lot about you, such as" Leon smiled teasingly, "Little Fran's Undead Squad, Fran's Wolf Cub, and the Hero Who Killed the Demons."
"Puff, cough cough cough"
Dahl had just been drinking some wine to calm himself down, and when he heard what Leon said, he almost vomited it all out.
Who came up with these nicknames? Can't they be more normal?
"Please sit down. I have long wanted to meet the legendary you."
Dal sat down with a serious expression. Lion Leon was the leader of the strategy group. He heard that the other party was as warm as the sun but as solemn as a lion. Perhaps he was very cunning.
He cheered up and decided to take any test the other party would bring him seriously.
Dealing with important people is a test that you have to accept in life!
A moment later.
"The Undead Squad is so cool, I really want to have a fight with them!"
After finishing his eighth beer, the slightly tipsy Leon put his arm around Dahl's shoulders, looked at him with envy, and said, "Hey, tell me more stories about the Fran Undead Squad. I want to hear more."
The latter hunched his shoulders, wondering if it was the habit of the strong men here to get physical when they were drunk?
Dahl gave an awkward but polite smile and said, "I have told you everything I know about the Undead Squad. There is really nothing more."
What's going on? How can a great lion like Leon be like a child pestering adults to tell stories?!
"That's a pity," Leon sighed, and then asked, "How is it, the Undead Team is very strong, right? How is your strategy going?"
Dahl shook his head, as if to say that he couldn't win? But there seemed to be a deeper reason.
Oh, Leon understood. It has only been a few days since the battle of Val City. Dal also needs to rest. It seems that he has not entered the dungeon in the past few days.
"Brother Dahl has become famous recently,"
At this moment, Roger suddenly got up from the ground. He did not seem drunk at all and said:
"The Earl gave him an award and recommended him to his superiors. Adventurers thought he was amazing, and civilians even regarded him as an idol. What a wonderful life."
Dahl's mouth twitched and he said, "Many people have contributed, why do you only praise me?"
"It's because the video was so cool, and the person you killed was the leader of the demon tribe," Roger said, "It's perfect as a promotional material!"
Dahl sighed and said no more.
The impact of that video actually goes far beyond that.
This morning, several people came to his house and wanted to ask him to be their disciple and teach them martial arts.
Upon asking, I found out that these people were the survivors of Val City.
The eyes of those survivors were numb and full of hatred, as if they would commit suicide immediately after killing the demons for revenge, and that life had no meaning anymore.
They came here because they heard the rumors about the video, and they also knew the legend of the Fran Undead Corps. In people's eyes, the Abyss and the Demons are linked, so the Undead Corps that monitor the Abyss naturally became the heroes who eradicated the Demons.
And Dal's swordsmanship derived from the Undead Corps, his image of fighting side by side with the wolves, and the wolf blood he aroused all made people believe that he had inherited the Undead Corps' legacy.
The survivors who wanted revenge did not have the strength to break into the Fran Fortress and could only place their hopes on Dal.
This hope was too heavy, and Dal was a little overwhelmed. He could only temporarily place these people on the farm.
But these people were just the beginning. More people came to him. Some wanted to become his disciples, some wanted to ask him to be their bodyguard to go look for wolf blood together, and some simply threw all their property over, just hoping that Dal could kill more demons.
This made Dahl confused for a moment, and he left the farm as if he was escaping tonight. He happened to be dragged into a tavern by Roger who was strolling on the street, and this is what happened now.
Do I really have to establish a new Undead Squad here? But can I take responsibility for the future of so many people?
The tavern was bustling, but Dahl's thoughts were a mess.
As soon as he fell silent, the atmosphere at the table grew cold. In order to find a new topic, Leon took out the fragments of the painting he had just obtained.
"I got this from a tomb. It depicts the story of Wolf Knight Artorius. Unfortunately, it's just a fragment and I can't make out anything."
The password was correct, and Dahl raised his head suddenly.
What had he just heard, Wolf Knight Artorius?
Isn’t that knight the idol of the Fran Undead Team!
He immediately held Leon's hand and said seriously:
"Please explain the situation!"
After Leon explained everything about pigeons and so on, Dal looked a little dazed, as if he was thinking about something.
There was cheer in his eyes again, and there was no doubt about what he was going to do next.
Tomorrow, he will go to the dungeon to look for the legend of Artorius!
Perhaps the story of that hero can give him some inspiration now that he is in trouble!
The next day, when Dahl came to the portal alone, he ran into someone unexpected.
"Yoho~" Malu poked her head out from behind Leon and greeted him, "Good morning."
Dal looked behind everyone with a rather unnatural expression, where he saw an old figure.
Sword Master Japar nodded at him.
(End of this chapter)
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