"Did you hear? There’s a new image release for Sain Dungeon, right in Fran Fort!"
"Seriously? Let’s go check it out now!"
"I’m coming too, I’m coming too!"
" too... Wait, I can’t beat the Undead Team, does that an I can’t see it..."
"My condolences."
The news about the new release in Sain Dungeon caused a huge stir in Bed City.
Even adventurers on vacation wanted to go in and see it; everyone was curious about what new stuff the image would showcase this ti.
However, when they reached the location of the new image release, they realized that if you can’t beat the First Stage of the Undead Team, you won’t be able to unlock the bonfire in the fort and thus can’t see the image.
Great disappointnt.
But it wasn’t long before soone discovered that you don’t need to defeat the First Stage of the Undead Team; as long as you can endure for a period or reduce their life force to half – given that adventurers can’t see health bars, this requires personal judgent – you’ll find a bonfire the next ti you enter the fort, and the Undead Team won’t co down from the throne to attack.
Doing this doesn’t earn you any rewards associated with the Undead Team, but it does unlock the bonfire and open new areas beneath Fran Undead Team.
While adventurers were flocking to Sain Dungeon, in the adventurer’s guild, Ceder was discussing matters with Dal and a group of elite adventurers.
"Sun Elder Son, Sunshine Princess, Shadow Sun, Undead Team, Youmu, Elderly..."
One by one, familiar and unfamiliar nas popped up.
Ceder tapped the wooden long table, furrowed his brows, lost in thought, while others whispered amongst themselves.
Everyone gathered here had seen the new bonfire image; it’s been a long ti since they saw a new broadcast, so everyone was excited.
Like Luluwo, she could hardly sit still and said, "Guild leader, guild leader, is there anything else you want to say? If not, I have to go now, new area strategies are waiting for !"
Recently, many new strategy groups were competing with her, so she’s in a high-energy state and definitely doesn’t want to hand over the market.
Leon and his team were also eager; they’ve been spending a lot of ti exploring Lake Lienia but felt sothing was missing.
Maybe because the map is too large, it diluted the dense and compact Sain-style traps of earlier areas, overall lowering the difficulty, making the "old players" who started in the initial version feel uneasy.
And now, a new map appeared in Fran Fort, a nostalgic area for adventurers, piquing everyone’s interest.
Steeran and her Morning Wind Team were also here, as she explained, "I’m sick of the damn life of passing out leaflets for my aunt every day!"
The appearance rate of Topps drawing fragnts was extrely low; no matter how much she helped, she couldn’t continue proselytizing, so she decided to change her mood by going sowhere else.
"Nothing more," Ceder shook his head, a smile appearing on his face.
"Sain is undergoing transformations again; it feels like we’re back to a few months ago."
Indeed, the familiar feeling is coming back.
"This ti, we can’t have a large group exploring together; we’ll revert to the previous small and refined mode. The guild will provide full support to everyone, so co and get any supplies you need."
"Long live the guild leader!" Luluwo raised her arm; she’s good at reading the room, fully boosting the emotional value at the mont.
As everyone left the guild, Luluwo specifically ran to Leon’s side to "taunt" him, shouting, "This ti, I won’t lose!"
But her deanor seed less like a challenge and more like a bet between children.
Leon gave his signature warm smile, raised his thumb, and said, "Alright, I won’t lose either."
Luluwo paused, pouted, turned her head, and muttered softly, "At least throw out so trash talk, no intense competition atmosphere at all."
"What?" Leon didn’t hear her clearly.
"Nothing, I didn’t say anything." Luluwo waved her hand and said to her companions, Bell, Mila, Em Asam, "Gather a few outstanding interns, we’re heading out now!"
Monts later, ten mbers from the Skyrim Strategy Group charged into Sain Dungeon.
Besides the original five veterans, this ti the Skyrim Strategy Group also included several new faces known as interns.
Given the growing strategy market, the traditional five-mber mode of the Skyrim Strategy Group was no longer enough, and their team strength, except for Luluwo, was lagging behind Leon’s strategy group.
So Luluwo considered expansion, recruiting new mbers, but given the group’s reputation, the recruitnt notice attracted a large number of people.
Thus, she implented an intern rule, assigning various tasks to test the applicants’ quality, with only those with the highest overall evaluation being promoted.
The interns following them now had the highest evaluations and were essentially guaranteed promotion.
"Captain, are we leaving yet?" Bell stood at the road leading underground and turned to ask.
"Wait a mont, I’m offering so tributes to the Undead Team." Luluwo placed colorful tributes under the Fire Transmission Throne, instinctively putting her hands together and repeatedly murmuring:
"Bless , bless ..."
If the things below were guarded by Fran’s Undead Team, then praying to them would surely help, so just do it.
Several interns imitated her, putting their hands together and praying, creating a sowhat odd scene.
Fran’s Undead Team on the Fire Transmission Throne moved slightly, as if they almost couldn’t resist coming down to knock this group of clowns.
After finishing the final preparations, Luluwo clapped her hands in satisfaction and shouted energetically:
"Depart!"
Ever since arriving at Sain, she had headed towards the direction of Sun Corner, never to return.
A cold breath continuously emanated from the passageway. The further down they went, the colder it beca—a chilling cold that seed to penetrate the bones, as though countless malicious eyes were staring at them.
The Skyrim Strategy Group marched inside the passageway, feeling as if the journey was unusually long. They had been walking for a long ti but saw no end in sight, nor encountered any monsters or traps.
This was the unique loading ti of a seamless transition.
In reality, they were currently in the teleportation process to the Eagle Capital Dungeon.
Occasionally, they could see sticky black substances along the passageway, the sa as those clinging to the mbers of the Undead Team.
This involuntarily heightened the tension among them.
After an indeterminate amount of ti, a light appeared at the end of the dark passageway. It was the eerie cold light common in tombs but still better than nothing.
Walking out of the passageway, the scenery suddenly broadened.
What unfolded before their eyes was still sothing that could be described as "big."
An enormous, expansive tomb!
Three bridges lay ahead, each one spanning across a bottomless abyss. Falling would surely an instant death.
Only by crossing these three paths could they truly delve deeper into the tomb.
A strange sound effect flashed by, and a line of text appeared before them.
[The Underground Cetery of Casas]
But this ti, along with the scene’s na, more information appeared.
[This is a story from a long, long ti ago, during an era when nurous nations stood together. The war nation called Casas, under the leadership of its ambitious ruler, Vonier, waged war against various nations.]
[The people of Casas were brave and battle-hardened, with every aspect of the country serving the purpose of war. Whenever they chose their next target for invasion, Casas’s beacons of war soon ignited there.]
[Finally, Vonier defeated the other nations, greatly expanding Casas’s prominent power, earning himself a new title—]
[Overlord Vonier]
[However, the glory was short-lived. In their pursuit of the art of slaughter, Casas delved into forbidden powers. This summoned the Watchers of the Abyss, leading to Casas’s instant downfall under the Fran Undead Team’s crusade.]
[The overlord’s ambition never extinguished, simply finding a new place to burn.]
[In Casas’s Underground Cetery, the arrogant ambition burns fiercely.]
Wow, there’s even background lore this ti?
Luluwo flipped open the Hunting Manual, and sure enough, the passage was recorded verbatim, also marking a new section nad [Casas].
Every ti they entered a new area, the manual would display a new section. Interestingly, despite the continual addition of content, its thickness remained unchanged.
"The Fran Undead Team at its peak had the power to annihilate nations..." Berto couldn’t help but sigh.
Judging from the introduction, the image of a vast and mighty war nation of Casas had just been established, only to be instantly shattered by the Undead Team.
The team gained a newfound respect for the power of the Ember King and the Undead Team’s resolve to purge the Abyss.
And the ntion of the overlord’s ambition at the end—could it imply that the Undead Team hadn’t fully killed him, leaving Vonier to survive in the cetery?
"Hiss..." Berto took a deep breath, a disturbing thought crossing his mind.
Could the final boss of this area be Overlord Vonier?
Can we win?
"Stop overthinking and scaring yourself," Luluwo tapped Berto’s head. "Just stride forward boldly."
"Mm, mm." Sotis Berto truly envied Luluwo’s optimistic mindset.
From their understanding of Sain’s nature, the three bridges would definitely have so unexpected incidents, so from now on they had to stay on high alert.
Even a slight distraction could lead to death; this was the truth of Sain Dungeon.
The Skyrim Strategy Group mbers each took their responsibilities; the intern warrior carrying the heavy shield led the way, Asam chanted beneficial magic, and Luluwo oversaw everything.
Even if a large iron ball rolled out ahead, they had the confidence to deal with it.
The group cautiously stepped onto the middle path, and at the sa ti, Casas’s first welcoming ceremony appeared.
"Clack, clack, clack..."
The ground trembled, yet no monsters or traps appeared in any direction. Could it be another invisible iron ball!?
"Below!"
Mila shouted, and everyone looked down.
Only to see countless dense white bone skeletons clinging to the bridge, surging towards them like fiends from Hell!
It was a spectacle made up of ghastly white bones!
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