Chapter 767: Farron’s Breakdance Crew, Teaching Awkward Dance Online

“They’d have us seek the Lords of Cinder and return them to their moulding thrones. But we’re talking true legends with the mettle to link the fire. We’re not fit to lick their boots. Don’t you think?”

Just as the crestfallen warrior in the Firelink Shrine said, many nameless people without past or future crawled out from their tombs. One day, they might silently turn into deserted corpses on their way and never regain their senses again.

Death was their eternal companion.

Gundyr, Vordt of the Boreal Valley, the stinky and poisonous swamp in Farron Keep, the omnipresent basilisks that could cast curses and cause instant death, and the most ancient dark wraiths…

All players, regardless if they were newbies or veterans, had to go through hundreds of deaths before they could come before the first Lord of Cinder—Farron’s Undead Legion.

Each battle with an enemy or a boss was a fierce combat.

Obviously, Nalan Hongwu had gone through countless deaths before he came here. This might be the most dangerous experience for him, so he acted extremely cautious.

In fact, the process was so torturous that even Kellybel, a saint-level master, wanted to quit the game at this moment.

After all, they were knocked down on the ground and tortured by all kinds of enemies and bosses each day!

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Sala and the other elves were even worse. Over 90 percent of them were forced into defeat by Gundyr.

They felt like they might not be able to clear the stage for the rest of their lives.

However, this didn’t stop them from watching others clear stages on livestream.

Meanwhile, the famous streamer Mr. Dirk obviously didn’t want to be a lazy player. After all, everyone was now talking about this new game.

Therefore, he sat on a couch and watched the livestream carefully to get himself familiar with the process, so he wouldn’t be tortured too much when he did his own livestream.

Almost every battle in Dark Souls was a fight against an opponent much stronger than oneself.

At this moment, Nalan Hongwu held his dark sword and performed a military salute at his opponent.

Seeing this scene, the viewers felt that this legion might not be a great lord, but they were definitely a group of competent soldiers.

These beings were admirable regardless of which choice they made, whether they did what they did due to their obligation as soldiers or their destinies as lords. Only Nalan Hongwu, a veteran military man, could relate to their dilemma.

Two swordsmen dressed in the Undead Legion’s unique red capes and helms with pointy horns charged at Nalan Hongwu with strange steps.

They used a moveset associated with the Farron Greatsword.

Different from the two-handed swords that were as thick as a door in Final Fantasy, these huge swords that were nearly two meters long didn’t look heavy. The blades were as thick as an arm, and they could cover a large area around the user while also being very nimble.

The daggers in their left hands could make up for most of their weak spots when they slashed out with the great swords.

The silver sword light covered dozens of meters in one instant like a waterfall. Meanwhile, Nalan Hongwu reacted quickly by clearly rolling out of the attack range. The stones on the ground exploded into debris by this sword strike!

Obviously, Nalan Hongwu made a small mistake in judgement. The slashing blade thrust up heavily toward him again as dust and whistling debris permeated the air!

The swiftness and the perfect control of movements were astonishing!

Even if they were at the same level of strength, it was extremely difficult for Nalan Hongwu to fight such an opponent who was experienced and used excellent sword techniques, not to mention that Nalan Hongwu’s physical strength and speed were inferior to those of his opponent.

At this moment, a sword beam shot across the whole battleground like a shooting star and pierced his arm instantly!

With red lights flashing in his eyes, this figure was a member of the Undead Legion who had been eroded by the abyss and was being resurrected again and again.

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As the captain of Farron’s Undead Legion, he had to accept the tragic fate that he must fight his former comrades and pierce their chests with swords. The battle continued.

Since the duel became a chaotic battle of three sides, the pressure on Nalan Hongwu greatly decreased.

Finally, the Abyss Watchers tried to get up but couldn’t. Eventually, he dropped to the ground listlessly.

“He died just like this?” For some reason, the elves only felt deep sorrow instead of the joy of victory for clearing the stage.

Even Nalan Hongwu was silent.

Perhaps these people also hoped that this admirable legion could die with dignity.

At this moment, they saw flames lighting up.

Above the countless silent corpses on the ground, lots of wolf blood flew into mid-air and gathered in one direction.

Flames lit up on the capes and sets of armor.

The sparks of fire illuminated the dark like countless fireflies in the darkness.

A blazing flame instantly shot out from the sword handle and swallowed the body of the sword like a crimson fire pillar.

Supporting his weight with the long sword of flame, the fallen soldier returned.

He slowly got up from the ground, just like when the god valiantly issued a challenge to the abyss and the endless darkness many years ago.

But this time, his eyes had turned blood-red. By now, the darkness from the abyss had devoured the consciousness of all the legion members!

However, this was the true power of a Lord of Cinder.

The real duel had just begun!

Engulfed by blazing flames, the huge sword was waved high in the air, lighting up the dim hall.

“My goodness…!” At this moment, even Kellybel, Leidon, and other saint-level masters were staring at the screen without blinking.

The heated flames seemed to burn up the air as the big sword of flame that was over two meters long was swung, attacking viciously and making it hard for his opponent to even breath.

“My goodness! How did he do this?!” A dog-headed man on the side yelled in astonishment as he watched the member of Farron’s Undead Legion on the screen dodging several of Nalan Hongwu’s sword strikes with extremely weird steps!

Not only the elves, but glints flashed in the eyes of the saint-level masters behind them.

“Ahh-! This sword technique is so cool!” Sala exclaimed.

The battle finally ended after a long time. Then, the viewers watched as Nalan Hongwu went to the Firelink Shrine and traded the soul of Farron’s Undead Legion for a big sword of the same style. As if he had instantly mastered this sword technique, he brandished the sword in Firelink Shrine with weird steps.

“This is the sword technique!” Even St. Leidon who was standing in the back exclaimed, “Can we learn it?!”

“Watch me! The first move is like this…” Sala copied the move while still watching the livestream.

“Watch me! Watch me! These are the next two moves!” The elves copied the moves in the shop with elegant steps.

“No! No! It’s like this!” Beside them, the saint-level masters obviously had better imitation.

“What are you guys doing here?” At this moment, Mr. Fang walked over. “If you want to dance awkwardly, do it outside!”

He mumbled in displeasure, “Really… learning Farron’s Breakdance Crew’s dance moves, and dancing in my shop?”

With more acute hearing than others, Kellybel suddenly froze and paused her ‘dance’. Then, she looked at the elves who were spinning and leaping with sticks they had obtained from somewhere. “…”

“Can’t you keep your mouth shut?!” Kellybel’s face twitched in fury.