Who designed this underworld dungeon?

Three days after the meteor shower limited-time event ended, the adventurers quickly returned to their normal daily rhythm.

The exploration should be done while the invasion should be done, but the phantom of Sullivan is still hindering the exploration progress.

"Instructor, haven't the batch of Thane weapons we purchased been delivered yet?"

"Please be patient. It should have been delivered yesterday. But you know about the incident a while ago. The group of adventurers who were originally responsible for collecting weapons have all gone to catch monsters and invaders. They just resumed work today. It will take at least next week to collect the amount we need."

At the Light Eagle Corps base, an instructor in charge of training new recruits said to the mercenaries.

"Ah, but I can't wait to try more combat skills," the mercenary sighed and said, "It's a rare opportunity to use combat skills by force without getting hurt."

Combat skills are an extension of a warrior's martial arts. When a warrior's martial arts are trained to a certain level, he or she may develop his or her own combat skills. Compared to simple actions, combat skills often have special effects comparable to "magic".

Take Japar as an example. His self-created fighting skill called [Flowing Water Slash] can release flowing water from the blade to cover the enemy's weaknesses for attack. However, if the special effects are removed, the action is just a simple bottom-up slash. This move is very popular among today's professional swordsmen. Skilled ones can abandon the slash, and any slash can trigger the effect of the flowing water slash.

The creation of fighting skills is very metaphysical. Not only does one have to train martial arts to a certain level, but one also has to incorporate one's own unique insights. The Flowing Water Slash was something that Japar realized while taking a bath.

The teaching of combat skills is equally metaphysical. A more direct way is to let those who know how to use combat skills pass their insights directly to the learners' brains. A more popular way is to record the corresponding movements of the combat skills, the inner feelings when you want to trigger special effects, etc., and then the learners can practice them. When they understand them, they can be considered to have learned the combat skills.

This results in many complex combat skills being usable only by the creator himself, and others will never be able to learn them no matter how hard they try.

The Light Eagle Group adopts the most efficient direct transmission method. The combat instructors use magic to instill the inner insights and experiences of combat users into learners, helping them to quickly master combat skills.

However, only low-level combat skills can be transmitted in batches. If the learner does not have the talent for advanced combat skills, he will not be able to use them even if they are transmitted.

However, this will often cause problems for learners when using combat skills.

Brain: I got it!

Body: No you don't!

The experience instilled in the learner's brain allows the learner to use combat skills directly, but the body is not adapted to this situation. If it is used forcibly, it will only cause fractures, bone cracks and even endanger life.

Mercenaries have long suffered from this defect, and many have become injured or disabled as a result of training.

Then one day, people discovered Sion's weapons that had their own combat skills.

As long as the user meets the level requirements of the weapons for strength, agility and other attributes, he can use the combat skills attached to the weapons.

Generally speaking, combat skills are people-oriented and people actively use them, but Sion's combat skills are weapon-based. The moment the combat skills are activated, the user's body is like being taken over, and he can only regain control of his body after the combat skills are used.

People will not be used to it at first, but later they will find that this method will not leave any damage to the body. The parts of the body that are managed perfectly meet the movement requirements when using combat skills, and the standards are extremely high. If the body is defective, the combat skills will even be changed accordingly.

This is a magical effect that only Sean's combat weapons have, and people believe it to be the effect of some unknown magic.

Therefore, people take advantage of this feature and use Sion's combat weapons as training tools to help learners become familiar with combat moves, and it turns out that the effect is really good.

"You can't train without Sean's weapon?" The instructor glared at him. "Now go practice swinging your sword a thousand times!"

"Ahaha, don't be so heartless, instructor. Oh, right, did you see the weapon that Captain Gus brought back?" the young mercenary said excitedly:

"It seems to be called the Sword Skeleton Great Sword? It looks like a great sword forged from a bunch of straight sword blades. It's really cool. And the combat skill called [Vow of Vengeance] is also..."

"Shh!"

The instructor suddenly shook his head and looked in a certain direction of the camp, where Eliphis lived.

The young mercenary shut his mouth obediently, but his eyes showed some resentment.

It is common knowledge that Gus, the stormtrooper captain of the Light Eagle Regiment, has been very close to adventurers recently. The Sword Skeleton Greatsword she brought back a few days ago was the reward she got after fighting with adventurers, and it is proof of their friendship.

Some perceptive mercenaries could sense that their leader Eliphis might not approve of this behavior, so no one dared to discuss the matter in the camp.

In addition, Eliphis's mental state has been abnormal recently.

"Haha," the young mercenary suddenly laughed, with disdain on his face, and said under the instructor's horrified gaze:

"I joined the Light Eagles because I admired the captain, but the person I admired was the brave and warm Eliphis who was like the light. But what has he become now? Every time he comes back from the Sean Dungeon, he throws a tantrum like a child. These days, he doesn't even go out. Even the affairs of the group are managed by other captains!"

"It's not like I haven't been to Sen before. It's certainly dangerous and frustrating, but I wouldn't be as devastated as the captain, right? Is a person with such a fragile mentality still the White Eagle I admire? He doesn't get my respect now!"

In fact, what happened to Eliphis was really devastating.

"Are you crazy? Stop talking!"

The instructor covered the young mercenary's mouth, but what he said was heard by others, who were the stormtroopers.

The instructor gave a look that said "something bad is going to happen" and thought that the stormtroopers would come to deal with the heretic, but to his surprise, those tall and strong men just patted the young mercenary on the shoulder and said, "You are right, but remember to keep your voice down next time. The captain may still be able to cheer up."

Watching the stormtroopers walking further and further away, the young mercenary couldn't help but say, "I don't understand their thoughts. Their captain, Gus, is about to quit the group, so why are they still so calm?"

"Maybe they also think Captain Gus is no longer suitable to stay in the regiment."

The instructor sighed. Recently, due to Eliphis's poor performance, people in the group became dissatisfied. Ordinary mercenaries were feeling uneasy, but the top leaders, except for Gus, firmly supported Eliphis.

"Okay, even if Gus is gone, we are still Captain Gus!"

The instructor was about to say something when he suddenly lost his voice in fear. The mercenary turned around and saw Elsa standing next to them!

When did you come?!

Were we heard what we just said?!

"Um, Captain Gus, we..."

"What's for lunch today?" Elsa asked.

"Huh? Ah?" The instructor was stunned. He didn't expect the other party to ask this question. So he said with sweat dripping down his face, "It's the same as before, but there will be a lot of eggs. Last time, the logistics team took advantage of the low prices to purchase a large number of Happy Eggs. In the end, only we ate them. The captain, vice-captain, and some veteran mercenaries hated them very much and didn't eat a single bite. That's why there are still some left."

"Um."

Elsa nodded, turned and walked out of the camp. The giant sword and the sword skeleton greatsword were carried on her back, completely covering her petite body. At first glance, it looked like two swords were walking by themselves.

Looking at her leaving figure, the young mercenary said blankly: "Why doesn't she react at all?"

The instructor was so angry that he punched him on the head and said, "Watch your mouth next time!"

In the distance, the windows of Eliphis's residence suddenly closed.

Not long after, in the dungeon of Thane, Irithyll in the Frost Valley.

In one of the few warm places in the whole of Irithyll, the kitchen bonfire, Elsa put her weapon aside and sat in front of the bonfire.

The elemental soup on the stove was bubbling. At this moment, she no longer had the expression she had when she was in the Light Eagle Group. Her face showed complicated emotions. She stared at the ceiling for a while before sighing.

Elsa took out the wine she had stolen from the Light Eagle Corps' kitchen, and then took two cups from the stove, poured herself a cup, and then poured another cup for the Onion Knight who was sleeping across from the campfire.

She placed the wine in front of the Onion Knight as if offering tribute, something she had done several times before.

"Uncle Onion, it's time to get up and drink."

The Onion Knight was motionless and snoring.

Elsa curled her lips and said, "Pretending to sleep again."

As she spoke, she took a sip of wine, imitating the behavior of old drunkards. After taking a sip of wine, she let out a loud "Shh!", but her imitation was weird and a bit silly.

“Relationships between people are really troublesome”

She sighed, and as if she was talking to the Onion Knight or to herself, she said:

"As for me, I feel like I can't stay in the Light Eagle Group anymore. Eliphis seems to have become a different person compared to before. Or maybe it's me who has changed. He has never changed. But anyway, I don't respect him that much now. I even hate him a little bit."

"I thought about leaving the Light Eagles, but one of my good friends was determined to stay there. I couldn't bear to leave him alone. Besides, I also had very good subordinates and acquaintances in the Light Eagles, which made me unable to make up my mind to leave."

"Uncle Onion, what do you think I should do?"

Onion Knight's snoring became louder and louder, but Elsa smiled instead.

"That's what makes you reassuring."

She had been having more and more worries recently, but Sally was too busy dealing with the affairs of the Light Eagle Group to listen to her, and she was too embarrassed to talk about Luluwo because she wanted to leave a good impression on this group of friends, but keeping these worries to herself would only make her feel uncomfortable.

So somehow, she came and treated the Onion Knight as her own tree hole. This uncle was always sleeping, and there was still an afterimage, so it didn't matter if she told him.

And she knew that the Onion Knight was pretending to sleep, because every time she left and came back, the wine glass in front of him would be emptied.

Coming here occasionally to vent her emotions is good for Elsa's physical and mental health.

"I'm going out to vent a little."

She picked up the giant sword, thought for a moment, then changed to a sword skeleton greatsword and walked out of the kitchen campfire.

Immediately, the sound of fighting with the Silver Knight could be heard outside. It turned out that the venting she mentioned was fighting.

After a while, Elsa, who was slightly injured, came back and saw that the wine glass in front of the Onion Knight was empty. She smiled knowingly and was about to pour more wine for him.

But at this moment, the Onion Knight, who had been sleeping, suddenly reached out to stop her, and a helpless voice was heard.

"No need to pour the wine. In fact, an immortal like me can't taste it."

"ah?"

This sentence surprised Elsa twice: "Uncle Onion, how did you survive?"

"I heard everything you said. For me, Jack Baldo of Catalina, if you want to do something, just do it directly. Don't hesitate. We Catalina people are all straightforward!"

Onion Knight changed the subject and said, "But your personality is more delicate than ours. To be honest, I'm not very good at helping people deal with their emotions, hahaha."

Elsa blushed and looked a little embarrassed.

"So, just go in there," the Onion Knight suddenly pointed to the corner of the kitchen and said, "There should be someone in there who can enlighten you. Go in."

"where?"

Elsa turned her head in confusion. She remembered that there was nothing in the corner.

Now we have it.

It was a large picture frame as tall as an adult, with a carefully drawn painting lying quietly inside.

It was a majestic ancient city standing at dusk.