You Might Be a Dragon

Speaking of Archdragon Peak, one cannot help but mention the Sun's Eldest Son, also known as the Nameless King.

As Gwyn, it makes perfect sense for him to run down and rescue Gwyndolin from Sulyvahn, right?

Although he can't create the real Sun's Eldest Son right now, the overall concept is quite similar.

However, someone of this caliber might lower their prestige if they casually engage in combat with adventurers.

In addition, the map design and monster strength of Archdragon Peak are quite good, and it can be moved over with a little modification or even without modification.

However, directly transplanting the Ancient Flying Dragon, which dies with a single strike, is still a bit abstract.

One more thing: Yugi Dark Souls, to get to the Archdragon Peak, you first need to go to Lothric Castle and defeat the Oceiros, the Consumed King. In the courtyard behind him, you will get the emote "Walk the Path of the Ancient Dragons". Then you need to use this emote somewhere in the Irithyll Underground Jail.

"There's no need to make it so complicated."

Making such a big deal out of this plate of dumplings would be a bit of a hassle, so Gong Qiying decided to use the more common method—giving people some hints during the adventure, and letting them figure it out on their own later.

There are quite a few adventurers who can enter Irithyll. With such a large number, it shouldn't be surprising if someone imitates the meditation posture of the Dragon Man, right?

Gong Qiying's consciousness returned to the underground city, where he began to construct a new map.

In addition, the Profaned Capital and Smouldering Lake are also on the agenda.

The original Sinful Community felt rather unsettling, and he couldn't quite imagine how Yhorm would return after waking up.

There aren't many things that need to be changed about Smouldering Lake, however...

"We need to think carefully about how to deal with the Pale Spider."

A few days later.

"Incorrect posture, insufficient striking power, start again."

The Painting World "Hawkwood" was set in the then-beautiful Farron Keep.

Klan, a member of the Farron Guard, is being trained by members of the Farron Undead Legion.

The content of this Painting World tells the story of Hawkwood's training period as a member of the Farron Undead Legion. Here, he can learn "street dance" combat techniques, so he was used by the Farron Guard for training.

Interestingly, however, the Painting World changes as they delve deeper into the combat skills they learn here, or as their Spirit Power approaches depletion.

Farron Keep would suddenly become the dilapidated place it is today, and Hawkwood would come out to guide their training.

This is supposed to be Hawkwood's memory, so how come the real Hawkwood is showing up?

The Farron Guard didn't care about this, because fighting Hawkwood meant they could leave the Painting World, regardless of winning or losing, since losing would mean their Spirit Power would be at its limit.

After such a long time, people should have figured it out by now: the more severe the headache and the weaker one is, the closer one is to leaving the Painting World.

As a result, some people are researching a potion that can instantly cause a splitting headache, hoping to use it to quickly leave the Painting World; however, progress is still relatively slow.

As the sky changed, Klan arrived at the familiar Farron Keep, where the legendary "Hui Xin Ge" Hawkwood stood opposite him.

"I'll fight you with my left hand only." Hawkwood said with dead fish eyes, looking like he had no hope for life.

"How about you fight me with both hands, but don't drink the Element Bottle?"

"Klan asked cautiously."

"No."

To date, very few of the Farron Guard, no, adventurers, have been able to defeat Hawkwood. Hawkwood's strength in the Painting World has been reduced, but he is still formidable.

Those who manage to win mostly employ rather underhanded tactics, since if their methods aren't a bit despicable, they'll be at a disadvantage in a direct confrontation with Hawkwood.

"Bang--"

Just as Klan swung his sword, Hawkwood swung his left hand, deflecting the attack precisely with his dagger, and then thrust his sword in fiercely!

Blood spurted out!

The massive blood loss caused Klan to hallucinate, as if he saw several large, bloody words before his eyes:

You are dead.

If you try to fight Hawkwood head-on, you'll probably get a taste of his superb parrying skills.

Even Dahl, who could flick a small portion of the Golden Lion King's Eight Fists, was full of praise for it, saying that he could not compare.

What's even more outrageous than the parry technique is that the Element Bottle on Hawkwood's body seem to be of higher quality than what adventurers can obtain. Not only do they restore more life force, but they also seem to be inexhaustible!

Can you imagine risking being parried to inflict a wound on Hawkwood, only to have him distance himself and devour the Element Bottle?

Are Element Bottle standard issue for the Undead Legion? Then why have we never seen other Undead Legion drink Element Bottle in battle?

Thus, a mysterious rumor began to circulate that Hawkwood had taken all the Element Bottle of the Farron Undead Legion.

Most of these rumors are spread by people who suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of Hawkwood, and they've become almost a meme.

A few minutes later, Klan revived, and the voice of Hui Xin Ge came from beside him.

"What a joke. People like us going to find the Sunlight King and wanting to bring him back to his moldy throne? Those people are heroes who link the fire! How could someone like us possibly do that?"

Ugh, here we go again, that same phrase again.

Klan covered his face in frustration, wanting to leave but unable to, because this was the punishment for his loss to the other party.

If you lose to Hawkwood in a fight, you'll have to listen to him sitting next to you spouting a bunch of negative lines!

At first, he didn't think much of it, but after hearing it too much, it became torture. Hawkwood's quotes even circulated among the Farron Guard, and people would glance at them when they were feeling excited.

After watching it, no matter how high your passion is, it will be extinguished, and you will obediently lie in bed at night contemplating life.

The only good thing is that after listening to Hawkwood's ramblings, I can leave the Painting World.

Klan idly played with his nails, trying to keep the other person's negative energy out of his body.

Besides sharing negative quotes, the other party would occasionally share some information that adventurers found interesting, such as unusual locations and names, legends about certain figures, or the everyday stories of the Farron Undead Legion, which seemed to complement the Undead Legion's character profile from the sidelines.

The probability of encountering this kind of intelligence is relatively low, maybe once every week or two, but it is interesting, and to this day people have never encountered the same intelligence repeatedly.

This information is the psychological salvation for everyone forced to listen to his rambling.

Klan counted the time on his fingers, thinking it was almost time for his nagging to end.

Sure enough, Hawkwood stopped nagging, Klan closed his eyes, ready to return to the real world and get a good night's sleep, but then Hawkwood changed the subject.

Do you know about immortal ancient dragons?

"Ah?"

Klan was taken aback, then realized that he was fortunate enough to hear the other party share information, and quickly listened attentively.

"Ancient dragons are creatures that existed before the First Flame. Their bodies are no different from rocks, so they can tolerate the darkness."

Hawkwood's fingers unconsciously rubbed together, a small detail revealing his inner turmoil.

"In the age of fire, a great war broke out between the gods and the ancient dragons. The gods were the ultimate victors, but not all the ancient dragons perished."

"Not only did they not die, but the ancient dragon cult has even survived. Those who follow the path of the ancient dragons yearn to become dragons, to gain immense power, and..."

"And?" Klan pressed.

"Furthermore, they want to use the dragon-like bodies to get through the darkness after the flames die out."

"The flames went out?"

Before Klan could even ask a question in his shock, Hawkwood suddenly reached into his pocket and pulled out a strangely shaped stone.

The stone is carved with a dragon head, which is very lifelike.

Dragon Head Stone

[A stone imbued with the power of an ancient dragon, an item required for secret rituals of dragon worship]

[It can transform a human head into a dragon's head, spewing dragon's breath, and the transformation effect cannot be broken until death.]

Those who embark on the path to becoming an Ancient Dragon can thus attain a complete form similar to that of an Ancient Dragon, and the Dragon Head Secret Ritual is the first major hurdle to overcome in becoming an Ancient Dragon.

"Even though it's an incomplete dragon stone, would you like to experience the power of a dragon?"

Looking at the Dragon Head Stone in his hand, Klan swallowed hard and nodded as if possessed.

The Zane Dungeon, Lake Liurnia, the Academy Gate Town.

"Brother Da Er, thank you for being my sparring partner. Your parrying technique is really good. Teach me next time, okay?"

"Likewise."

An unexpected pair appeared here: Da Er and Fingel. Their clothes were soaked with sweat from their hard work, and they had cheerful smiles on their faces.

After spending some time together in the expeditionary force, the two became acquainted. Fingel, wanting to see how powerful the Farron Undead Legion's techniques could be in human hands, sought out Da Er for a sparring match.

He had to admit that the opponent's skills were truly impressive.

"How are the Dark Moon Blade doing now after that incident?" Da Er asked.

"Everyone seems pretty optimistic, but I don't know the specifics," Fingel shrugged. "After all, those who made the Dark Moon Covenant didn't actually create a Dark Moon Knight Order, and I don't lead these people like you do. Everyone's just living their own lives. Speaking of which, didn't you guys go to a faraway place to fight the demons? Could you tell me about the battle?"

Da Er shook his head and sighed.

"That group of demons was stronger than we expected. Fortunately, we launched a full-scale attack, otherwise we would have suffered considerable casualties."

"That's truly a stroke of luck amidst misfortune."

"However, a small group, no, maybe only two or three demons escaped."

He frowned and said, "We had already reached the border of the kingdom when they fled to the neighboring Warrior Country. When we pursued them, we encountered the army of the Warrior Country."

Fingel blinked. "And then? You guys didn't start fighting, did you?"

"No, they stopped us from going any further. We had to come back after providing directions on where the demons might have fled. It's such a shame."

"That's really true."

Before Fingel could finish speaking, a girl dressed in Farron Guard uniform ran up and shouted:

"Oh no! Klan has been captured and is being treated like a monster!"

"Um?"

Not long after, he was imprisoned in the Leyndell.

"Your men will be brought out shortly, please wait a moment," the Leyndell's guard captain said with a headache.

"I'm telling you adventurers, it's fine to fool around and play around all the time, but it's wrong of you to turn into monsters and scare the residents. Luckily we held back this time. What would you have done if we had actually killed him thinking he was a monster?"

"I will definitely discipline them." What else could Da Er do now but apologize?

He should apologize first, then assess the situation and act accordingly. If the guards are deliberately picking a fight, he should make a scene.

Fingel leaned against the wall, a smile playing on his lips as he watched Da Er's obedient demeanor, thinking to himself:

Turn yourself into a monster? How weird would you have to look to scare the guards? They're probably just looking for another excuse to demand ransom. I don't believe the guards.

"Da da."

Footsteps came from the cell, and Fingel craned his neck to look, saying, "They're here, they're here."

If Klan's appearance weren't intimidating, he'd have to give the guards a good talking-to.

First to appear was Klan's body, just an ordinary, unremarkable Farron Guard uniform, with a normal human body structure, nothing special.

Fingel's interest immediately waned; he felt it was no longer interesting.

However, when Klan's bizarre, twisted head emerged from the darkness, he instinctively swore.

"What kind of monster are you!"

Klan's head could now perhaps be described as resembling a dragon.

But what kind of dragon is this thin and weak? It's so skinny and small that it looks more like a lizard than a dragon.

Anyway, it's a bit ugly.

"Brother Da Er!"

Feeling wronged, Klan threw himself into Da Er's arms and cried out about what had happened to him that day.

After listening to this, Fingel summarized:

"You mean Hawkwood was just being polite, but you took it seriously and insisted on experiencing that Dragon Head Stone?"

Klan nodded sheepishly.

Fingel's lips trembled slightly as he muttered to himself:

"It perfectly matches my image of an adventurer."