Who designed this underworld dungeon?

After leaving Thane Dungeon, Stellan clenched her fists, feeling a little unreal.

Sitting by a campfire not only replenished the status, but also really upgraded?

Just clicked with your finger on that weird-looking panel and became stronger easily?

Although it is said that the soul used for the upgrade was earned by her hard work fighting monsters, it is still a bit untrue.

The average lifespan of elves is about three hundred years. With a little exercise or learning some health-preserving magic, they can easily live to four hundred years old, which is four times that of humans.

There has always been an enduring question in history: Why did the long-lived elves not replace humans as the most powerful race?

There are two answers to this question. One is that the probability of elves getting pregnant is low, and you may not be able to get pregnant even if you work nonstop for several years.

Second, elves’ enthusiasm for learning is lower than that of humans.

It's like the God of Creation deliberately balanced the strength of the elves. Corresponding to the long life, the elves take longer to learn a certain technology than humans.

There is no problem with the IQ of the elves, and their understanding ability is normal, but there is a force somewhere that prevents them from learning a completely unfamiliar technology in a short period of time.

The same is true for cultivation. The time it takes for elves to raise their professional level by one level is longer than that of humans.

But in Thane Dungeon, this situation has undergone earth-shaking changes!

Stellan could feel that the levels of strength she had improved in the dungeon would probably require a year or two of training if placed outside.

A day's work is worth a year.

She gasped, thinking how terrifying it was.

I had to call my compatriots over!

But before that

She looked at the sky. It was still early and it was time to go to the weapons store.

The large shield and lance that Gong Qiying lent her disappeared together when the other party disappeared, but her heart had been deeply imprinted by the shield.

Not holding up the shield for a minute makes my heart itch.

Weapons like spears are easy to buy. She quickly bought a spear that she found handy. The tip of the spear was made of the horns of high-level monsters and was inlaid with poison-attribute magic gems. It could poison the enemy with just a slight scratch.

The shop owner said that this gun has never been sold. Although the quality is very good, no one likes to use poison-type weapons. Everyone pursues fast-paced battles, and not many people have the patience to wait for their prey to be slowly weakened after being poisoned.

Therefore, when he learned that Stellan wanted to buy it, the boss was deeply moved and took the initiative to offer a 20% discount.

Stellan looked at the spear in her hand. The poison attribute gem gave the tip of the gun a strange dark green layer. She originally wanted to buy a fire or thunder attribute, but when she saw this gun, she suddenly thought -

The disadvantage of shield poke is that it does insufficient damage and takes a long time. Isn't it just right for poisoning?

I'm really a genius, she secretly rejoiced, thinking that she would have to show off when she saw Mareda in the future.

However, it was difficult to buy a large shield. She went to several weapon stores before she bought a decent large shield. It was usable, but the feel was not as good as the one Gong Qiying lent her.

"Hey, don't you have long ears? Why are you here to buy weapons?"

Just as Stellan was holding her shield and preparing to walk home, several uninvited guests appeared.

"Is it possible that the monsters in the dungeon beat me to the point of crying for my father and mother, and that I lost my weapon when I ran for my life?"

Her face suddenly darkened.

The visitors were three human youths, all dressed in classic gangster attire, and their appearance could be compared to that of a skinny and energetic young man.

Stellan knew them. These people were well-known racists in the neighborhood. They had conflicts with many non-human races, but they only bullied ordinary people. This was the first time they came to trouble the silver-level Stellan.

Could it be that his strength has improved? She guessed and continued moving forward as if it was nothing.

"My elder brother is talking to you!"

The gangster brother grabbed Stellan, her eyes narrowed, and she was about to take action, but at this time the person called the eldest brother stopped the little brother.

"You agreed to let me practice today,"

The eldest brother glared at the younger brother, who retreated angrily.

"My name is Morgan, the boss of this street. I heard that you are an adventurer with long ears. I'm coming to see you today. Hey, hey, stop!"

While he was speaking, Stellan walked out several meters away.

"Ya 1 Ya 2, stop her!"

"Understood brother!" x2

Seeing that passers-by were attracted by the movement here, Stellan turned her head helplessly and said:

"Go away,"

"Oh, you have a temper," Morgan said amusedly, "Just listen to what I say, don't be so reluctant,"

"What on earth do you want to do?" She felt like she was coaxing a psychopath.

"As for me, I've been feeling like something good is going to happen recently. But when I was working as a security guard for a wealthy family, I was spotted by an expert who passed me a combat skill. Hehe,"

Morgan excitedly took off his gloves, revealing a pair of shiny black hands.

"This is the combat skill passed down to me by an expert, called Black Hand! I've been wanting to find someone to try it for a long time. Come and give it a try, you foreigners!"

"Well"

It was obvious that this gangster was looking for trouble at random. Even if the person he was looking for was not Stellan, there would be others with long ears, or even short ones or furry ones.

Beat this guy half to death so he won't cause trouble to others anymore. With this thought in mind, she raised her shield.

Who knew Morgan would stop as soon as he saw the shield.

"What are you doing?" Stellan had just prepared her shield stance, but she was extremely confused at this moment.

"It's not fair, it's not fair. I have nothing but you holding a big shield. How can I fight?"

Stellan was so angry that she laughed and said, "You came to make trouble first and you still want to care about how I fight back?"

"This is not looking for trouble, this is a sacred duel," Morgan said with an upright face. "Do you want me to throw my gloves in front of you as a ceremony?"

"Chunchun is sick," Stellan stabbed out without hesitation. Unexpectedly, the kid moved very quickly and actually dodged.

He shouted while hiding: "Throw away the shield if you can. What kind of hero is he holding a shield?"

"That's right, a coward with a shield!" x2, the two younger brothers shouted happily.

Veins popped up on Stellan's forehead, and she threw a shot, which flew past Morgan's scalp and instantly caused a chunk of his hair to disappear.

There was silence.

With a bang, she dropped the heavy shield on the ground, clenched her fists and said with a ferocious smile, "Come on, I can beat you with my bare hands."

"hehe."

Morgan broke out in a cold sweat, but still managed to laugh out loud and said, "Okay, that's cool!"

Haha, this stupid elf fell into the trap!

He rushed forward happily, his black hands shining brightly. This combat skill could enhance his strength. How could a mere elf with a slender body be able to resist!

He has been looking for a long time, a tiger-backed orc? Yes, a muscular dwarf? Pass.

His eyes lit up when he saw Stellan, who was on the thin side and seemed to have little strength.

"Haha, come on, big brother!" x2

"Take my move, Black——"

"Crack!"

Morgan flew backwards.

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