'Wow! Finally going to face the first Lord of Cinder?'
'Based on the known information, the Abyss, like the First Flame, is like the opposite of light, which is darkness. The members of the Undead Legion facing such an existence... are indeed admirable.'
'Just from the CG, the Undead Legion of Farron looks so cool. I didn't expect that Ashen One was once one of them.'
'Explore quickly, and complete the information. The world of Dark Souls is too vast. We need to collect enough information to glimpse the true history.'
...
The audience urged impatiently. Mo Zhi no longer hesitated and headed straight for the Farron Keep from the Crossbow Forest in the Road of Sacrifices.
She was teleported by the bonfire to the archway wall next to the Crossbow Forest.
After easily dealing with the two crucifix wolfmen by the bonfire, Mo Zhi followed the left side of the swamp to Farron Keep.
Farron Keep, as its name suggests, is an oval-shaped fortress built next to a swamp.
The main gate was tightly shut.
Outside the gate, it was even more muddy. Dark green mud, moldy trees, and giant slugs wriggling in the mud.
Mo Zhi's潔癖 (cleanliness obsession) kicked in.
Farron Keep was right in front of her, and she could enter by pushing the door, but this short path was too disgusting, wasn't it?
If she had known that the Cathedral of the Deep was even more outrageous than this, she wondered what her expression would be.
After a period of psychological struggle,
Mo Zhi bit her lip and moved forward through the sickeningly green, disgusting mud.
Splash—!
There were also small monsters in the mud!
'Damn it! Don't do this!'
Mo Zhi rolled sideways in the mud, narrowly dodging a fatal sneak attack.
She felt like ants were crawling all over her.
Even through the screen, she could almost smell the foul odor from the mud.
Mainly because the graphics were too realistic, and her sense of immersion was too strong!
For the first time, she realized that having too strong graphics also had its downsides.
And according to the Ashen One's hint, extinguishing the three flame altars would open the door to the Wolf's Blood.
This was the induction ceremony for the Undead Legion of Farron.
All Undead who considered themselves extraordinary and unwilling to submit to fate could come to Farron, join the Undead Legion through the ritual, and share the Wolf's Blood to monitor the Abyss.
If she wanted to break out of this area and enter the relatively cleaner depths of the Keep, she had to complete this ritual.
Along the way, she had picked up quite a few pieces of equipment and sorceries, which she assumed were left by those who had failed the challenge.
Mo Zhi speculated that this place probably wasn't this muddy before. It only became so after the Undead Legion linked the fire, and the ritual declined.
The once forest had turned into a swamp, a poisonous swamp that bred countless disgusting monsters.
As she progressed with lighting the three flame altars, Mo Zhi encountered the slugs, curse-rotted greathearts, Carthusans, Ghrus, Morne's, and Hollows that inhabited the area.
Mo Zhi clearly felt that the difficulty of the game had significantly increased at this point.
The gas sprayed by the curse-rotted greathearts carried the curse status effect, and once the progress bar was filled, it resulted in instant death.
In the poisonous fog, the progress bar filled up rapidly!
And midway, Heysel, the Ringfinger, invaded again.
This guy was also a sneaky ambusher.
However,
this was not the monster that made Mo Zhi the most frustrated.
'Ahhh—!'
'Ahhh—!'
'Ahhh—!'
An unknown small monster, emaciated and with a head like a Medusa, hid in a blind spot around a corner.
The moment Mo Zhi saw it, it had already climbed onto her shoulder.
It grabbed Ash's head with both hands and rubbed it vigorously, splashing blood!
After rubbing, it even bit her fiercely!
Mo Zhi's health bar dropped desperately.
The scene was both bizarre and a little comical.
'Hey, don't press my head towards your... that place!'
Mo Zhi exclaimed in exasperation, 'It's like I'm giving you a blowjob.'
'It feels like you've hit my main artery, and the blood is just pouring out like it's free.'
She was extremely speechless.
It looked like a head wash, but the actions were a bit indecent.
The key point was how painful it was. With this kind of "trick," her health could only last for two hits; the third hit would directly kill her.
This wasn't even the most outrageous part. After the head wash, the "head washer" exuded a red glow.
The moment it landed, it started rubbing her head again, giving her no time to escape.
[You have died]
Facing the status panel that showed she had died countless times, Mo Zhi's mental state was about to collapse.
'Oh no!'
'Why is it so annoying!'
'Damn it!!'
The audience members in front of the screen were laughing heartily, slapping their chests, and gasping for breath.
'This is hilarious, the old developer is pulling another trick, right?'
'I remember that in the eighteen stances of A Wei, there's a move like this— ( )'
'The three dirtbags of the latrine: Curse-rotted Greatheart, Ghrus, and Head Washers!'
'The Head Washer's head wash detection is a bit weird.'
...
Mo Zhi tried various methods: fire attacks, projectiles, Dark Hand gauntlets, none of them worked!
The Head Washer was very agile, and sometimes rolling couldn't dodge the forced head wash.
Memorizing patterns also seemed to have little meaning.
'Damn it, I don't believe it!'
The more she fought, the more frustrated she became, and a primal fire ignited within her.
Mo Zhi rolled up her sleeves, squatted down on her chair, looking determined to fight the Head Washer to the end.
She firmly believed that as long as it was a monster, it had a weakness.
She just hadn't found it yet.
Shedding her lazy demeanor, Mo Zhi transformed into Niugulu·Ke·Mo Zhi·Nan.
In less than ten minutes, at the cost of twenty-three deaths, she finally found the Head Washer's weakness.
When it charged at her, no matter if she dodged sideways or backward, she couldn't avoid the forced head wash.
Only by facing it unusually, and rolling to the front-left the moment it charged, could she dodge it. After that, parrying with a shield could interrupt the forced head wash.
Once she figured out the method, Mo Zhi unleashed all the pent-up frustration onto the Head Washer.
When the Irithyll Straight Sword pierced the Head Washer's chest, and she saw the faint chill emanating from the blood-stained sword tip.
Mo Zhi's body and mind ascended to their peak.
It was a hundred times more joyful than slurping an ice pop in the sweltering heat!
It was a satisfaction that was hard to describe in words.
'Amazing! Just as expected of you!'
'Don't make that expression, I'll think you've slurped too much and are about to cum!'
'Speaking of which, that satisfied little expression is top-notch material!'
'What material? Dream material?'
'What dream, kid, go away!'
...
Mo Zhi unashamedly enjoyed the pleasure after victory, forgetting her facial expressions. The audience was thrilled.
After the satisfaction,
Mo Zhi opened the gate of Farron Keep.
After the baptism of the three dirtbags of the latrine, the small monsters behind the gate were not worth mentioning.
Mo Zhi quickly reached the core area of Farron Keep.
It was a stone road paved with broken swords, solemn and ancient.
She pushed open the large gate at the end of the stone road.
Clang clang clang!!
The sound of cold weapons colliding became clearer as the gap in the door widened.
Then,
the exclusive CG scene for the Lord of Cinder appeared:
The pitted gravel road was covered in puddles and blood. On the roadside lay corpses of the same attire as far as the eye could see.
The tragic BGM played at the right time, signaling that something momentous was happening.
The view zoomed in, and two members of the Undead Legion were locked in combat.
They wore the same old hooded cloaks, retro and fashionable. Their high triangular pointed iron helmets and masks gave them an air of mystery.
It made one wonder if they were fallen warriors from the martial world or wandering troubadours.
Mo Zhi was stunned when she witnessed this scene up close. In a world of heavy armor and clashing metal, where swords met blades, there were such cool existences!
While everyone was captivated by such a stylish appearance, one of the Undead Legion members forcefully thrust the Farron Greatsword into his comrade's chest.
Then,
the camera focused on this member, giving him a close-up shot. He faced the player, extending his right arm with the greatsword straight, and placed his left claw blade over his right arm, resting it on his chest.
The etiquette of the Farron Undead Legion!
The next instant,
the livestream exploded!
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