Chapter 217: Chapter 182 We Call Fran Guard (8000 words requesting monthly ticket)_4
This night, a huge bonfire was lit on the farm, and Dal himself hunted two roasted whole pigs in the gourt area, paying out of his own pocket to bring back several carts of fine wine.
Amidst the intermingling of fire and alcohol, the long-suppressed emotions of the people finally were released; insults, shouts, and cries swirled around, entangling the most complex of emotions.
The next day, the training of the Fran Guard began.
Here, everyone’s situation was different; so had never experienced combat, so had learned a move or two, and so were seasoned adventurers whose ranks were not high.
For those who had never encountered combat or had little combat experience, Dal would teach them the most basic combat stances, only considering taking them into the Dungeon for actual combat once they were familiar.
As for those with combat experience, they would enter the Dungeon to earn souls to level up.
The fires and souls of the Sain Dungeon really brought hope to the weak.
At this mont, the fast-track routes of the New Strategy Group ca into play; through these routes, they could bypass so troubleso areas to find Monsters that provided more souls, enhancing the efficiency of leveling up.
Since everyone’s strength was not strong, the souls needed for leveling up were not many; gains were most noticeable in the initial stages, thus their enthusiasm was high.
Once people reached a certain level of strength, based on their wishes, Dal would take them to et the Ancient Wolf of Fran to undergo the trial of Wolf Blood.
The success rate might be low, but Dal had a thod to increase the success rate, which he hadn’t shared with others yet.
Dal was only one person and couldn’t look after all of the Fran Guard; most of his ti was spent leading people into the Dungeon.
Therefore, those who still needed to train in basic combat stances were taken care of by a reinforcent sent from the adventurer’s guild, an elderly instructor.
"I didn’t think that I’d be teaching such a Legendary organization at my near-retirent age," said the instructor, a brawny old man who had been a Silver Rank adventurer all his life but was profoundly knowledgeable about the fundantals of combat.
"Mr. Cary, thank you for your hard work," Dal said to him.
"Ha-ha, I also hate the Demon Clan, so I will do my utmost to train them into the best Demon Clan killers!"
During the night, Dal would occasionally provide extra training—learning the sword techniques of the Fran Undead Team.
Few people could understand the set of sword techniques; many were utterly baffled.
At such tis, Dal would let them take up his Fran Greatsword—damage in the Painting World wasn’t real—and let these people activate the Combat Skills engraved on the Greatsword.
People would often exclaim while breakdancing, completely driven by the Greatsword.
Although this thod was ineffective, it was good for letting people get a feel for these exquisite combat techniques early on.
It was said that among the allies of the Fran Undead Team, there was soone who used Magic; unfortunately, no one here possessed the Talent for magic.
The Fran Guard made the farm their headquarters, training day after day, and Dal’s wolf pack gradually beca familiar with them.
Later, they also received guidance from an unexpected person, the Sword Saint Jia Pael.
One day he appeared suddenly on the farm, and just a few brief instructions made so people’s swordsmanship advance rapidly, earning everyone’s admiration.
Unfortunately, Jia Pael wouldn’t stay to coach regularly; he only appeared occasionally.
The most recent ti, Dal saw that his complexion didn’t look good, so he asked what had happened.
The reply was:
"So golden Monster that looks like a gorilla but calls itself a lion beat
a few tis in the Forest Area."
What kind of Monster could beat Jia Pael? Dal was shocked and curious, determined to encounter it if given the chance.
Following the start of the Fran Guard’s training, the people of the Fran Exploration Team rarely disturbed here, but Dal still maintained close contact with them, sotis letting them co here to tell Fran’s stories as a ans to boost morale.
The Wolf Knight painting was also entrusted to the Exploration Team for safekeeping; unfortunately, barely anyone dared to enter it once everyone heard that one could never escape from it.
Dal’s hundreds of ways of dying remained undiscovered, much to his relief.
Sotis, people from the Guild would co to borrow the painting, but as ti passed day by day, others also managed to gather the Wolf Knight painting, for it wasn’t a unique item.
Everything operated smoothly, leading Dal to even harbor a thought.
Once these people grew in strength, they would challenge the Fran Undead Team, and upon defeating them, they could rightfully rena their team to the Undead Team.
This goal was grand, but it seed not out of reach.
Currently, under the influence of Wolf Blood, Dal could fight over a hundred rounds against the Undead Team and even cause them so injury.
He could still improve further!
Perhaps the day he defeated the Fran Undead Team wasn’t so far off.
However, unexpected events always occur.
The arrival of the leveling plateau ca sooner than anyone expected; perhaps it was due to their overwhelming enthusiasm and being imrsed in the Dungeon all day?
The Fran Guard mainly grinded souls at Fran Fort; aside from this place being more appealing to them, it was also because the difficulty here was relatively lower.
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