Chapter 408 It’s Okay If You Are a Dragon
When talking about Gulongding, we have to mention the eldest son of the sun, the nameless king.
As Gwyn's eldest son, he ran down to save Gwyndolin from Sullivan. This makes sense, right?
Although he cannot create the real Eldest Son of the Sun now, the overall artistic conception is almost the same.
However, if a being of this level casually fights with adventurers, it might be a loss of style.
In addition, the map design and monster strength of Ancient Dragon Peak are also quite good, and they can be moved here with slight modifications or even without any modifications.
However, it is still a bit abstract to directly move the ancient flying dragon that died with one sword.
Another point is that if you want to go to the Ancient Dragon Peak in the Dark Souls game, you need to go to the city of Lothric first to defeat the demon king Othroais, get the action "Set out on the Ancient Dragon's Path" in the yard behind him, and then use this action somewhere in the underground prison of Irithyll.
"There's no need to go through so much trouble."
It would be a bit troublesome to make the dish of dumplings so big, so Gong Qiying decided to use the common method - give people some hints during the adventure and let them figure it out on their own.
The number of adventurers who can enter Irithyll is not small. With such a large base, it should not be surprising that some people imitate the meditation movements of the little dragons, right?
Gong Qiying's consciousness returned to the dungeon and he began to build a new map.
In addition, the City of Sin and Smoke Lake are also on the agenda.
The original Sin Community gave people a really difficult feeling, and he couldn't imagine how Yum would come back after waking up.
There isn't much that needs to be changed about Smoky Lake, but.
"We need to think carefully about what to do with the White Spider."
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A few days later.
"The posture is wrong, the slashing force is not enough, start again."
The painting world "Hawkwood" was a beautiful Fran fortress at that time.
As a member of the Fran Guard, Clan is being trained by members of the Fran Undead Squad.
The content of this painting world is the story of Hawkwood's training period as a member of the Faran Undead Squad. In it, he can learn the fighting skills of "street dance", so he was taken in for training by the Faran guards.
However, what is interesting is that when the fighting skills they learn here become more advanced, or their mental strength is close to exhaustion, the painting world will change.
The Fran Fortress would suddenly become the dilapidated state it is today, and Hawkwood would come out to guide them in training.
It was said that this was Hawkwood's memory, how come the real person ran away?
The Fran guards didn't care about this, because fighting Hawkwood meant being able to leave the painting world, regardless of whether they won or lost. After all, their mental strength would reach its limit after losing.
After such a long time, people should have figured out that the more severe the headache and the weaker the person is, the closer they are to leaving the world of painting.
For this reason, some people are researching a potion that can instantly give themselves a splitting headache, hoping to use this thing to quickly leave the painting world, but the progress is still relatively slow.
As the sky changed, Cran arrived at the familiar Fran Fortress. Opposite him stood the legendary "Disheartened Brother" Hawkwood.
"I will only fight you with my left hand." Hawkwood rolled his eyes and looked like he had no hope for life.
"How about you fight me with both hands, but don't drink the element bottle?"
Crane asked cautiously.
"no."
So far, there are only a few Fran guards, no, adventurers who can defeat Hawkwood. The strength of Hawkwood in the painting world has been lowered, but he is still powerful.
Those who can win, most of them have more soul 5 methods. After all, if their methods are not a little despicable, they will compete with Hawkwood head-on.
"Bang--"
Just as Cran was about to chop at him with his knife, Hawkwood swung his left hand, and the dagger in his hand accurately deflected his attack, and then he stabbed him fiercely with his sword!
Blood gushed out!
The massive blood loss caused Clan to have hallucinations, as if he saw a few bloody words in front of him:
You are dead
If you try to compete head-on with Hawkwood, you will probably be able to experience his superb parrying skills.
Even Dal, who could deflect half of the Golden Lion Turtle's punch, was amazed and said he could not compare.
What's even more outrageous than the anti-reflection technology is that the element bottle on Hawkwood seems to be of higher quality than anything adventurers can get. Not only does it restore more vitality, but it also seems like it will never run out!
Can you imagine that after finally inflicting a wound on Hawkwood at the risk of being rebounded, the other party only to move away and gulp down the element bottle?
Is the element bottle a standard item for the Undead? Then why have we never seen other Undead drink element bottles in battle?
Thus, a mysterious rumor spread that "Hawkwood took away all the element bottles of the Fran Undead Squad."
Most of the people who were defeated by Hawkwood were spreading this rumor, which was almost a meme.
After a few minutes, Clan was resurrected and the voice of Brother Dispirit came from beside him.
"What a joke. People like us actually want to find the Fire King and bring him back to the moldy throne. Those people are all heroes who pass on the fire! How can people like us do it?"
Ah, here it comes again, this sentence again
Clan covered his face with a helpless look, he wanted to leave but couldn't, because this was the punishment for his loss to the opponent.
Once you lose to Hawkwood in a battle, you will have to listen to him sitting next to you and muttering a bunch of negative lines!
He didn't think it was a big deal at first, but after hearing it too much, it became torture. There was even a circulation of Hawkwood's quotations among the French guards, and people would read it when they felt emotional.
After watching it, no matter how passionate you are, it will be extinguished, and then you will lie in bed late at night and think about life.
The only good thing is that after listening to Hawkwood's nagging, I can leave the painting world.
Clan was playing with his nails out of boredom, trying to block the other person's negative energy out of his body.
In addition to negative quotes, the other party would occasionally share some interesting information that adventurers would consider, such as some peculiar places and names, legends of certain characters, or the daily life of the Fran Undead Squad, which seemed to complete the character of the Undead Squad from a side perspective.
The probability of this information appearing is relatively low, perhaps only once a week or two, but it is interesting, and people have not encountered repeated information to this day.
This information is the psychological salvation for everyone who is forced to listen to his nagging.
Clan counted the time on his fingers. It was almost time for the nagging to end, right?
Sure enough, Hawkwood stopped nagging, and Cran closed his eyes and was about to return to the real world to have a good sleep, but the other party changed the subject.
"Do you know the Immortal Ancient Dragon?"
"ah?"
Clan was stunned for a moment, then realized that he was lucky enough to hear the other party share information, so he quickly listened carefully.
"Ancient dragons are creatures that existed before the First Fire. Their bodies are no different from rocks, so they can endure darkness."
Hawkwood rubbed his fingers subconsciously, and this small detail showed his inner restlessness.
"In the era when the flames arose, a great war broke out between the gods and the ancient dragons. The final victors were naturally the gods, but not all the ancient dragons died."
"Not only did they not die, but the belief in ancient dragons has even been passed down. Those who pursue the path of ancient dragons are eager to become dragons and gain powerful strength, and..."
"And?" Crane asked.
"Also, they want to use their dragon-like bodies to survive the darkness after the flames are extinguished."
"The flames are out?"
Before Clan could ask in shock, Hawkwood suddenly rummaged in his pocket and pulled out a strangely shaped stone.
There is a dragon head carved on the stone, which is very lifelike.
【Dragon Head Stone】
[A stone that contains the power of an immortal ancient dragon, an item required for the secret ritual of dragon faith]
[Can transform a human head into a dragon head and spit out dragon's breath, and the transformation effect can only be released until death]
[Those who embark on the path of the ancient dragon can thus obtain a complete posture similar to that of the ancient dragon, and the secret ceremony of the dragon head is the first high threshold to become an ancient dragon]
"Although it is an incomplete dragon stone, do you want to experience the power of a dragon?"
Looking at the dragon head stone in his hand, Clan swallowed and nodded for some unknown reason.
Sen Dungeon, Lake Lienia, the town in front of the academy.
"Brother Dale, thank you for being my sparring partner. Your parrying skills are really strong. Please teach me next time."
“Same here.”
An unexpected combination appeared here, it was Dal and Fingerly. Both of their clothes were soaked with sweat after serious exercise, and they had happy smiles on their faces.
After spending some time together in the expedition team, the two became familiar with each other, and Fingri just wanted to see how powerful the technology of the Fran Undead Squad could be in the hands of humans, so he approached Dal for a competition.
He couldn't help but sigh that the opponent's skills were really strong.
"How are the Dark Moon Swords doing now after that incident?" asked Dahl.
"Everyone is pretty optimistic, right? I don't know the details," Fingri shrugged. "After all, those who signed the Darkmoon Pledge didn't really create a Darkmoon Knights, and I don't lead them like you do. Everyone lives their own life. By the way, didn't you go to a faraway place to fight the demons before? Can you tell me about the battle?"
Dar shook his head and sighed.
"That group of demons is stronger than expected. Fortunately, we are attacking with our entire army, otherwise there would be considerable casualties."
"That's really a blessing in disguise."
"But, a small group, no, maybe only two or three demons escaped."
He frowned and said, "They had already reached the border of the kingdom, and they fled to the neighboring Warrior Kingdom. When we were chasing them, we encountered the army of the Warrior Kingdom."
Fingerly blinked and said, "And then, you guys won't fight?"
"No, they stopped us from going any further, so we had to turn back after providing the direction where the demons might have fled. What a pity."
“That’s true.”
Before Fingri finished speaking, a girl wearing a Fran Guard uniform suddenly ran over and shouted:
"Oh no! Clan was captured as a monster!"
"Um?"
Not long after, in the royal prison.
"Your people will be brought out soon. Please wait for a moment," the captain of the Royal City Guard said with a headache on his face.
"I say to you adventurers, it's fine if you just play around on weekdays, but it's wrong for you to turn yourself into monsters and scare the residents. Fortunately, we held back this time. If we really killed him as a monster, what would you do?"
"I will definitely discipline them." What else can Dahl do now? He has to apologize.
Apologize first, then wake up depending on the situation. If the guards deliberately make trouble, he will make a scene.
Fingri leaned against the wall, looking at Dahl's honest appearance with a smile on his face, thinking:
Turn yourself into a monster? How weird would it be to scare the guards? Most likely, these guys are looking for an excuse to ask for ransom. Anyway, I don't believe what the guards say.
“Da da.”
There were footsteps coming from the cell, and Fingerly said "coming, coming" while craning his neck to look over.
If Crane didn't look so scary, he would have to have a good chat with the guard.
The first thing that came out was Clan's body, just an ordinary and unremarkable Fran guard uniform, normal human body structure, nothing special.
Fingerly's interest suddenly waned, and he felt it was meaningless.
However, when Crane's strangely twisted head emerged from the darkness, he subconsciously swore.
"What kind of monster is this!"
Crane's head could perhaps now be described as being like a dragon.
But how could there be such a skinny dragon? It is so skinny, thin and small. It looks more like a lizard than a dragon.
It's a bit ugly anyway.
"Brother Dahl!"
Feeling aggrieved, Clan threw himself into Dal's arms and cried about what had happened to him today.
Fingerly listened and concluded:
"You mean Hawkwood was just being polite to you, but you took it seriously and insisted on experiencing that dragon head stone?"
Cran nodded sheepishly.
Fingri's mouth trembled, and he said to himself:
"It fits my imagination of an adventurer."
(End of this chapter)
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