The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

The sword was taken out. I thought that one hand was enough to swing freely, but now I found out that my thoughts were so naive.

This big sword with a length of about 1.8 meters is not my current person at all. It can be played with one hand.

Its weight is absolutely no less than that of an ordinary adult. If I hadn't received so much spiritual training, it would be very difficult to pick it up with a sheath.

Moreover, this large sword, which is about 1.8 meters long, has only about three fingers at its widest point. This directly breaks the traditional theory of creating a sword!

I was even a little worried, whether this knife would snap and snap off.

However, after a few horizontal lifts, I found that, let alone broken, it showed no signs of falling.

It seems that I am worrying too much.

So, I began to figure out how to try the knife, whether to cut horizontally, diagonally, or vertically?

Upon seeing this, Harold hurriedly said, "This place is too narrow, so let's go out and try the knife."

I readily agreed.

As Harold left the armory, I saw him snapping out the lock and starting to lock the door. I couldn't help but laughed: "Are you so sure I would choose this knife?"

Harold carefully locked the door, and said: "That's not true, but the space here is too small for knife testing."

"It seems you have already thought of a good place?"

"Yeah" Harold responded, locked the door, and pulled the lock twice, then turned around and said to me, "Go to the training ground of my guild."

The guild that Harold belongs to is a large guild. Although not as strong as the five major guilds, its reputation in Eri City is no less than any of them.

Ai Rui City is the name of the town where I currently live, as well as the general term for the entire city.

Like the other four major towns, Eri City also has countless small and medium-sized subsidiary towns. Although they have their own names, they can only be called Eri City when they are brought together.

The guild that Harold belongs to is called the Heroic Guild, and it has branches in every sub-city in the entire Erri City. This is why the Heroic Guild is no less than the other five guilds.

The headquarters of the Valiant Guild is located in the capital of Eri City, which is the Eri City where I currently live.

Geographically, his headquarters is located next to two other guilds, one is the Golden Flame Guild and the other is the Rose Legion.

"How does it feel to be caught in the middle of the two strongest guilds?" I asked him.

Harold absent-mindedly said: "It's not bad. In this way, the distance between my guild and the strongest guild will get closer and closer."

I was happy and said in my heart: "It's quite optimistic."

With the leader of the guild leading the way, I, a stranger, naturally also swaggered in and entered.

It's just that the place where their eyes are fixed is not me, but the big sword on my back.

I finally discovered another advantage of it-pulling the wind.

This big sword is like a high flagpole, inserted on my back, let people "respect" and let people "look".

I suddenly remembered a game called Warcraft I played in my previous life. In it, the green-skinned orc who claimed to be the Swordmaster had something similar on his back, but the rod on his back was serious and authentic. The flag of the tribe, and mine is a bare "fake".

Go through the gate, through the long corridor, to a gate at the end, push the gate open, and in front of you is the training ground of the Heroic Guild.

The training ground is huge, twice as large as the playground in previous school days.

There are many different types of training equipment on the training ground, including archery targets, wooden figures, single parallel bars, and bunkers...How come it looks more like a sports meeting site?

On the training ground, more than a dozen people are training individually.

Among them, two archers and two firecrackers are practicing long-range shooting, three warriors are hitting wooden men with wooden swords, and a number of magicians are constantly using magic skills, but there is no priest.

I asked Harold: "Why don't you see the shadow of the priest? Don't they need training?"

Harold said: "The biggest role of the priest is to assist the team, heal the injured players, heal the dying soldiers, and minimize the team's losses, so they don't need to come here for combat training. On the contrary, I think they should be better. Learn and strengthen your own healing magic in the study room."

I nodded: "It's reasonable, so it seems that these members who are training on the training ground are all new rookies?"

The sound was not loud, but it was still heard by adventurers with sharp ears, and soon, I felt several very unfriendly sights.

Harold said: "The newly promoted members are still learning about combat experience, and those who are present are all regular combat members."

No wonder they stare at me, I just got the wrong identity.

Immediately afterwards, I was amused by their attitude. Which veteran hasn't been honed all the way from the rookie period. Without the ridiculous and embarrassing combat experience, how could he be as strong as he is now?

Besides, what's wrong with saying that they are rookies? Compared with real masters, which one of them is not rookie?

The group of dissatisfied people present, who would dare to stand in front of the legendary female elf warrior, shouted to her: "I am the most powerful warrior, you are just rubbish!"

Then greet her ancestors and family in various ways.

I guess that within a second, that person will be chopped into sliced ​​ham.

A guy who feels that he is separated from the masses with a little bit of strength can only be regarded as nothing more than that, even if he is genius.

Follow Harold to the wooden man practice area: "You try your knife here."

After speaking, he walked away and stood far away to see me.

Slowly drew out the Odachi in a weird posture, and the black blade of the sword became brighter and more charming under the sunlight.

I greedily stared at the black light on the knife for a while, and the intriguing feeling hit my heart again: This knife is so beautiful!

Uncontrollably, I sighed again.

With a long knife in hand, one hand is not easy to wield, so I chose to hold the handle with both hands.

Then, like waving a fishing rod, my arms were raised high, and the one-meter-eight Taidachi was erected high, like an antenna, more like a lightning rod.

I secretly decided in my heart that as long as it is rainy, I will definitely not take this sword out of the house, which is too thunder.

Behind him, murmurs faintly came from the guys who were training.

I guess they have paused their practice, all of them staring at the Odachi in my hand.

After all, it is rare to see a warrior who wields a sword as long as a flagpole.

At this moment, I feel like a monkey dancing.

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