Who designed this underworld dungeon?

No matter when and where, rewards are always the first driving force that drives people to explore.

Perhaps some people will be attracted by stories and other factors, but it is obviously unreliable to want to make people enthusiastically explore the meat pigeons just by relying on stories.

Most adventurers are utilitarian, and rewards are motivation.

For example, Leon and his team are now full of motivation. He dragged the reluctant Drew into the meat pigeon level again, and this fight took a day.

After a whole day of hard work, he successfully obtained four battle-hardened certificates.

Drew checked the rewards at the side of the altar and finally chose to exchange for the enemy-luring skull. One battle-hardened certificate can be exchanged for ten enemy-luring skulls. It feels quite cost-effective, especially when ten skulls are scattered around him, which makes him feel fulfilled.

Since the introduction of the enemy-luring skull says that it can attract the attention of monsters, he will never have to worry about being chased and beaten by monsters again.

The most thrilling moment today was when he was chased by the stray demon. It was too disgusting. He didn't want to experience it again in his life.

"Don't you want to exchange for something?" He turned back to look at Leon.

Leon shook his head and said, "I'm going to save it to exchange for better things."

He looked at the altar with a fiery look, and his hands were creaking, as if the certificate of battle experience was in his hand.

This is a small step for him, but a big step for adventurers.

The effects of these blessings are sometimes more valuable than souls. The Sen Dungeon is really a treasure.

In his excitement, he saw the straight sword in his hand again. The sword body was already pitted. This was obviously caused by long-term fighting. He had to find a blacksmith to repair it.

I don't know if it was Leon's illusion, he always felt that when he entered the level later, the strength of the monsters inside had changed.

This feeling is very subtle, I don't know how to describe it.

Those monsters that were too weak or too strong were gone, and the monsters that replaced them all required him to experience a slightly difficult battle before they could win.

And the strength of the elite monsters required him to fight a hard battle surrounded by dangers before he had a certain probability of winning.

It felt like the strength of the monsters in the dungeon was adjusted to match his strength.

It was indeed interesting to fight an opponent of equal strength, but the fun of mowing the grass disappeared, and the battle levels before the first elite were still simpler.

There was no need to doubt it, this was Gong Qiying applying the [Strength and Weakness Balance] authority to the meat pigeon.

After a busy day, Leon was still very excited, but his physical strength could no longer support it. It was almost time, so they chose to leave the dungeon on their own initiative.

It was already night outside, with scattered stars hanging in the sky, and the moon seemed to have been bitten by Jobs.

The noise of the crowd drilled into their ears, and compared with the silent Fire Sacrifice Field, Leon and his friends felt 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 a gap and discomfort, 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 stall and handed one to Drew while eating.

Drew was a little hesitant looking at the kebab made of unknown meat. Recently, due to the influence of the food area, the food around Bed City has become strange, and people can't tell what the raw materials of the food served on the table are.

Who cares what it is made of, as long as it tastes good.

With a rumbling stomach, he still took the kebab.

I don't know what kind of meat the kebab is made of, but it is very fat. The burnt brown skin and the green onion segments formed a sharp color contrast. A strong meaty aroma went straight into people's noses. When you take a bite, the taste is simply to take meat lovers to heaven.

The fatigue of the day seemed to be mostly eliminated the moment the hot food went down the stomach. Drew finished the kebab as long as his forearm in two bites, and he was still 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 ice beer, which is perfect.

As soon as the door of the tavern was opened, the surging sound waves made the two people take a step back.

The pub was brightly lit and packed with people. Many people stood at the table and drank. Everyone was discussing today's gains enthusiastically. When they were having fun, they would clink glasses and the fragrance of beer filled everyone's heart.

"Were there so many people before?" Leon looked around. There was no place to stand in the pub.

This was a place they often came to. It was very popular, but it was not so popular that it was full. What happened today?

"It has been like this for a long time. Everyone was attracted by the dungeon. You have been out for a month, so of course you don't feel it."

Drew pointed to the pub and said, "Let's go. There are seats there."

There are seats?

Leon looked over and found familiar faces. They were Malu and Tel. Japar was nowhere to be found.

Roger, who hadn't been seen for a long time, was also there. He put one hand around Tel's waist - because he couldn't reach his shoulder - and the other hand around a young man Leon had never seen before, singing a ballad out of tune as if he was drunk. The guests frowned and looked at him frequently, probably reaching their limit of patience.

Leon suddenly didn't want to go over there.

"Boss, this way!" 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 to hug him, but fortunately he dodged.

With a "bang", Roger fell to the ground and couldn't get up. After waiting for a while, he heard his snoring.

"Don't worry about him, he gets drunk as soon as he drinks," Malu pulled him aside with disdain. At this time, the strange young man also said goodbye and wanted to leave, as if he was not used to the bustle here.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute."

Malu pulled Leon over and said, "Boss, let me introduce him to you. He is the one I mentioned before-"

"Dal, right," Leon smiled warmly and extended his hand to him.

Dal shook hands with him briefly, and said somewhat unexpectedly: "I didn't expect that 'Lion' Leon also knew me."

"Of course, I heard a lot about you after I came back, such as" Leon showed a teasing smile "Little Fran Undead Squad, Fran's young wolf, the hero who killed the demons,"

"Puff, cough cough cough"

Dal had just taken a sip of wine to calm down, and almost spit out all the words when he heard what Leon said.

Who gave these nicknames, can't they be more normal?

"Sit down, I have long wanted to meet the legendary you."

Dal sat down with a solemn expression. Lion Leon was the boss of the strategy group. He heard that the other party was as enthusiastic as the sun but as solemn as a lion, and perhaps he would be very cunning.

He cheered up, no matter what kind of test the other party would bring him, he would take it seriously.

Dealing with big people is also a test that must be accepted in life!

After a moment,

"The Undead Squad is so cool, I want to have a fight with them too!"

After finishing the eighth beer, the slightly tipsy Leon put his arm around Dal's shoulders, showed him an envious look, and said: "Hey, tell me more stories about the Undead Squad of France, I want to hear more."

The latter shrugged his shoulders, wondering if the habit of the strong here is to like to make trouble after drinking too much?

Dal showed 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 the dignified lion Leon be like a child who pesters adults to tell stories! ?

"That's a pity," Leon sighed, and asked again: "How is it, the Undead Squad is very strong, how is your strategy going?"

Dal shook his head, as if to say that he couldn't beat it? But there seemed to be a deeper reason.

Oh, Leon understood, it was only a few days after the battle of Val City, and Dal also needed to rest. It seems that he hasn't entered the dungeon in the past few days.

"Brother Dal has become famous recently,"

At this time, Roger suddenly got up from the ground. He didn't look drunk at all and said:

"The earl gave him an award and recommended him to the superiors. Adventurers think that the young man is amazing, and civilians regard him as an idol. This life is too cool."

Dal's mouth twitched and said, "Many people have contributed, why only me is praised?"

"It's because the video is so cool, and you killed the leader of the demon tribe," Roger said, "It's perfect as a publicity material!"

Dal sighed and stopped talking.

The impact of the video is actually far more than that.

This morning, several people found his home and wanted to worship him as a teacher and ask him to teach them martial arts.

On 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 demon tribe for revenge, and their lives would no longer have any meaning.

They came here because they heard about the video, and they also knew the legend of the Farran Undead Squad. In people's eyes, the Abyss and the Demons were linked, and the Undead Squad that monitored the Abyss naturally became the heroes who eradicated the Demons.

And Dahl's swordsmanship from the Undead Squad, his figure fighting side by side with the wolf pack, and the wolf blood that was stimulated all made people believe that he had accepted the inheritance of the Undead Squad.

The survivors who wanted revenge did not have the strength to break into the Farran Fortress, so they could only pin their hopes on Dahl.

This hope was too heavy, and Dahl was still a little overwhelmed now, so he could only temporarily place these people on the farm.

But these people were just the beginning, and more people came to him, some wanted to become his apprentice, some wanted to ask him to be a bodyguard to find wolf blood together, and some simply threw all their property here, just hoping that Dahl could kill more demons.

This made Dahl confused for a while, and he left the farm like he was escaping tonight, and was dragged into the tavern by Roger who was strolling on the street, which led to what happened now.

Could it be that I really want to establish a new Undead Team here, but can I take responsibility for the future of so many people?

The tavern was very lively, but Dahl's thoughts were like a mess.

As soon as he fell silent, the atmosphere at the table cooled down. In order to find a new topic, Leon took out the fragments of the painting he had just obtained.

"I got this from the tomb. It depicts the story of Wolf Knight Artorius. Unfortunately, it's just a fragment and nothing can be seen."

The password was correct, and Dahl raised his head at once.

What did he just hear, Wolf Knight Artorius?

Isn't that knight the idol of the Fran Undead Team!

He suddenly held Leon's hand and said seriously:

"Please explain the situation!"

After Leon explained the pigeons, Dal looked a little dazed, as if he was thinking about something.

There was a cheer in his eyes again, and there was no doubt about what he was going to do next.

Tomorrow, he would go to the dungeon to find the legend of Artorius!

Perhaps the story of that hero could give him some inspiration in his current predicament!

The next day, when Dal came to the portal alone, he ran into someone he didn't expect.

"Yoho~" Malu poked her head out from behind Leon and greeted Leon, "Good morning."

Dal looked behind everyone with an unnatural expression, where there was an old figure.

Sword Saint Gapar nodded at him.