Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?
Chapter 216 - 182 We Call Fran Guard (8000 words requesting monthly ticket)_3

Chapter 216: Chapter 182 We Call Fran Guard (8000 words requesting monthly ticket)_3

Fine, let’s just accept the odd behavior as it is; at least they truly possess the capability, and that’s enough.

Although the cooperation was cemented under rather abstract circumstances yesterday, at present, both parties are sincerely committed.

Continuing forward, one can see a wide-open space, which originally should have been farmland for growing crops, but now has been transformed into a training ground.

Dozens of people are waiting there; they will receive training for the future, to make the Demon Clan pay in blood!

It’s a good thing that Dal had the foresight to buy such a large farm beforehand.

As the New Strategy Group and the others approached, they drew people’s attention.

Dal stepped forward and introduced: "Starting today, the members of the New Strategy Group will be providing guidance to us, to facilitate our training in the Dungeon."

Applause erupted from the scene, a segment rehearsed from yesterday, and sure enough, Luluwo and others appreciated it.

Dal and the others had planned for the upcoming training.

Among these dozens of survivors, excluding the elderly and children, thirty-three could be trained as warriors, but those who truly possess combat talent probably need to be reduced by half.

Although the number is small, this still poses a significant challenge for Dal.

Moreover, once word spreads that he has started training these people, it goes without saying that many will rush over to seek apprenticeship, and that’s when he will truly be busy.

The children can participate in light training, while the remaining elderly will have to be responsible for logistics and cooking.

Their actions have received support from the adventurer’s guild; at least for the time being, they won’t be lacking in funds or materials, and soon the Guild will even provide a batch of basic equipment.

It is said that Count Charon has also heard about what’s happening here, and is considering whether to help out.

What the future holds, no one can say for certain, but at least right now, everything seems to be moving in a positive direction, and that’s sufficient.

Dal stood before everyone, his expression serious.

All eyes were on him, each gaze filled with different emotions, but what lurked in the depths of those eyes was hatred for the Demon Clan.

Only those with the deepest hatred and strongest resolve would gather here; those with weaker hatred and will would not choose revenge.

Being watched by these eyes, if this were the Dal from before, he would certainly have felt stage fright.

But now it’s different; when he wants to back down, many figures appear before him.

The Fran Undead Team, who fought tiredly day after day, swinging their swords at infected teammates.

Artorias, in his spiritual frenzy, still defending the path to Ulashiro.

When the images of these heroes faded from before his eyes, what appeared were those faces thirsty for vengeance.

Finally, Dal spoke.

"My name is Dal Chester, starting from today, I will train you, to let you wield the power to strike at the enemy, to sanctify the souls of friends and family with the filthy blood of the Demon Clan!"

"Like you, I have suffered at the hands of the Demon Clan, my family was burned to ashes by those bastards, and I was thrown to a hungry wolf pack, but thankfully, these creatures held kindness in their hearts, and I miraculously survived."

"The Demon Clan that slaughtered my family and burned my homeland is the same culprit who destroyed Val City!"

"I was fortunate enough to pass the test of Wolf Blood in the Sain Dungeon, and learned a move or two from the Fran Undead Team, and it was these that gave me the power, the power to take revenge!"

"Without Sain and the Fran Undead Team, I would have been dead at the hands of the Demon Clan by now!"

"I killed the demon, severed his head, and let his corpse be devoured by wild beasts and maggots; my revenge is complete!"

"But you have not!"

"I killed the mastermind, but that cannot end your hatred. You need more Demon Clan lives, to slaughter them, to harvest them, to water this land with their blood, to dye the ruins of Val City a vivid red!"

"We will make the Demon Clan realize, they have awakened a wolf pack that should have slept for a lifetime, and when the wild nature is awakened, fangs and claws will tear their bodies and souls apart!"

"I swear on my life, I will train you into the most elite warriors, to become—"

"The nightmare of the Demon Clan!"

Dal’s speech grew more impassioned until his voice was nearly a roar.

The speech may not have been outstanding, but for the survivors of Val City—now to be renamed the Fran Guard—who were thirsty for revenge and leadership, it was enough!

The crowd’s emotions surged, shouting loudly, and the atmosphere was filled with fervor.

It was then that Dal continued to roar:

"We do not have enough power, we have not earned the recognition of Wolf Blood, we have not defeated the Undead Team, we are not qualified to call ourselves the Undead Team!"

"But I hope that one day, we can truly earn the recognition of the Fran Undead Team, to take over their legacy, so I have boldly chosen a title closest to the Undead Team!"

"Our name is—Fran Guard!"

Amidst the roaring voices of the crowd, the Fran Guard was officially born into this world.

"Well spoken."

Luluwo quietly lowered her hand, dissipating the "Excitement Technique," thinking that if Dal’s speech failed to resonate with everyone, she would use magic to stimulate their emotions.

But looking at the situation now, it seems unnecessary.

Regardless of the quality of Dal’s words, for the survivors—now to be called the Fran Guard—getting guidance was an uplifting good news.

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