Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?-Chapter 892 - 593: The Warriors’ Rallying Call

"W-wait, how many people?"

Even Uffie was stunned when she first heard the term "thousands".

The impact of this number was so strong that she forgot to take the badge from Jie’s hand; it was forcibly shoved into her hand by him.

"You didn’t hear wrong."

Jie Lian didn’t seem inclined to explain further, and indeed, there wasn’t much to explain.

It’s simple and normal logic that many, many people worthy of General Latan need to be there to send him off, right?

"This is not normal at all!"

Uffie’s voice rose with excitement, and her body trembled as fragments fell off her armor.

Thousands? What a joke.

Since when does a dungeon allow thousands of people to simultaneously be in the same boss battle!? This is unprecedented!

The largest recorded dungeon battle in history was the Hundred-Person War in the Red Teeth Dungeon, which was just a fleeting occurrence, disappearing shortly after.

"Let me ask this first..." Uffie’s voice quivered, unsure if it was due to her severe injuries or sheer shock, probably because of the surprise.

But seeing Jie’s gaze, she swallowed back her intended question, "Are you serious?"

Feeling that such a question would make the other party look at her like she was an idiot, she decisively changed her words:

"With only one badge, how can I recruit so many people for you?"

"Other warriors are also making efforts for this cause, and," Jie Lian pointed to the Lion Badge, his eyes showing some strangeness.

[Lion Badge]

[A token given by Jie Lian, a credential for a warrior qualified to participate in the Battle Festival, summoning the holder at the start of the festival]

[If given to another and infused with magic power, the badge will split if the person is capable of participating in the Battle Festival]

"Ah...."

Uffie suddenly remembered that there was such an introduction, and immediately felt her face flush.

When she glanced up again, sure enough, the expression on Jie Lian’s face was one that said, "You’re strong, but is there something wrong with your brain, like a wildling?"

The shame made Uffie flee on the spot, dashing back to the Blessing Area, and returned to the Round Table Hall.

So much so that she forgot to ask the question she was most concerned about—

Why is the Battle Festival meant to send off Latan?

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The Teleportation Gate flickered, and Uffie left the Dungeon.

She randomly found a passerby and placed the badge into their hand, then infused it with magic power.

However, the badge did not change at all, not even a tremor, clearly showing that the person, whom she couldn’t break away from her grasp, was not qualified for the Battle Festival.

"So it is about quality, you can’t just make up numbers....Sorry, did I hurt you? Here’s a gold coin for you."

She released the bewildered passerby and vanished from the vicinity in an instant.

She was absolutely certain about the quality of those people.

Black Stone City, in a house where no one disturbs.

Sword Saint Gapar was sitting among stacks of books, one hand holding a book, the other gesturing in the air.

"Clearly a very exquisite combat skill, it’d be a pity if it was lost. At least use an Image Stone with a preservation period of over two hundred years to record my use of the combat skill; maybe someone will understand it in the future."

These books were all the teaching books related to combat skills collected by Count Gerhard, the City Lord of Black Stone City, now all piled up here.

Apart from the books, there were unfamiliar figures too.

"I never thought I’d have the chance to peruse combat skills of an entire nation, truly owing to your kindness."

"Not only did you avenge our master, but you also gave us this wonderful opportunity..."

"Now I’ve mastered all martial arts!"

The room housed several people of varying ages, all with the commonality of carrying swords.

They were the descendants of other, now-deceased Sword Saints. Currently, Gapar was the only one with the Sword Saint title, but the descendants of the past Sword Saints remained, continuing the tradition of swordsmanship. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Gapar was protective of these juniors, caring for them greatly, and took the chance to teach them the combat skills of the Warrior Country.

Though the Sword Saint title was lost in their tradition, their strength had not declined, and in Gapar’s observation, there were those among them stronger than Uffie.

The essence of swordsmanship was concentrated in this small room.

"Hehe, it’s good that you’ve gained something, I—"

"Whoosh!"

Gapar was stroking his beard with a smile, about to say something, when the door suddenly burst open, and a blurred figure flashed rapidly inside the room, immediately perceived as an enemy attack by a swordsman and slashed at instantaneously. No, it wasn’t struck at all, that fellow’s speed was too fast!

In the blink of an eye, everyone found themselves holding a Lion Badge, what is this thing?

"Ladies and gentlemen, and... father," a familiar voice came from the doorway. People turned towards it to see Uffie leaning against the doorway, saying:

"Are you interested in hearing something I want to say?"

Also in Black Stone City, in a luxurious mansion.

Lanle spoke to an Image Stone, a routine of his, having switched from a diary to recording out of laziness.

"Edgar’s achievements these days have astounded me; were those ingenious techniques really pioneered by him? I still find it hard to believe."