Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 2 The Barbarians are defeated
Can't catch up.

There's no way to catch up!
Can't run away.

There's no way to escape!

His combat instinct told the sinister knight in front of him that if he dared to expose his back, he would be hit by the opponent's flying axe.

But how did the enemy know his position and play hide-and-seek with him in this battlefield of only fifty meters?
Listen to the sound?

The sinister knight tried to slow down and cover up the sound of his footsteps, but it was still useless. The opponent had complete control of his every move.

Ghost!

The enemy seemed to be stalking him like a ghost, a cat playing with a mouse, waiting for the moment when he would tire himself out.

In reality, Duncan was also incredibly nervous. The battlefield space he could navigate around the pillar was limited. With a dozen haystacks and wooden houses flanking it, the enemy would easily overtake him if he wasn't careful. If he hadn't played countless horror games in his past life, where he'd been chased around in circles by ghosts and monsters in tiny spaces, and now, with the God's Perspective view and the ability to control his body with his mind, he wouldn't have been able to pull off such precise micromanipulation. If the enemy hadn't seized the opportunity, a fully armored opponent would have a crushing advantage over a non-armored opponent.

But in such a small battlefield, the knight with a sinister face could not catch up no matter what.

He wanted to escape.

But just as he was about to turn around and run away, he immediately felt his hair stand on end and the back of his head suddenly became cold.

He couldn't describe how he felt at the moment.

But if an Earthling comes here, he will definitely exclaim that this cheat is used throughout the entire map and he is blocking the view.

Three hundred and sixty degrees with no blind spots.

Every move of the enemy, even their heavy breathing, was under Duncan's full surveillance.

The sinister knight must be regretting throwing away his long-range weapon during the defeat. Of course, if Duncan had been given a bow and arrow that could break through defense, the opponent would have been shot into a hedgehog by him long ago.

"It seems that this knight's physical fitness is only slightly stronger than that of an ordinary person."

"This other world should be low-magic."

Although it is controlled from the game perspective, the battle is very close to reality, and the health bars of both enemies and teammates cannot withstand one or two attacks.

Duncan's vision was blocked at the moment. The enemy and us were twenty meters apart. There were several haystacks, two or three meters high, so he couldn't see the situation on the opposite side at all. There were wooden houses on both sides that blocked his vision. No matter which direction the enemy came from, he could deal with it calmly.

I can attack when I advance and defend when I retreat. As long as you can't catch up with me, you have no way to do anything to me.

If you are fighting someone without armor against someone with full armor, you definitely cannot fight them head-on.

Duncan is now relying on his youth, fast running speed and agility to bully the opponent who is wearing heavy armor and cannot run.

The current situation even reminded him of playing hide-and-seek with his friends when he was a child. The rule at that time was to find and catch the person, and to win at least once. Some bad guys relied on their fast running speed to play the Qin King Around the Pillar game with you, and you could never catch up with them no matter what.

The other side is about to run away.

The moment the enemy retreated, Duncan immediately realized that the situation had changed.

Just a few minutes.

He went from being a farmer being hunted by knights to being a farmer hunting down knights.

"The stamina bar is still halfway!"

With a dung fork in one hand and a throwing axe in the other, Duncan used the twenty-meter perspective hook to follow the opponent slowly. If he left this area, he would not be able to block the vision.

"We can't keep wasting time like this!"

There was a hint of fear on the sinister knight's expression. He felt like he had encountered a ghost today.

He went from hunter to prey.

The enemy seemed to have a third eye; his every move was known to them. The Sinister Knight, clad in armor, chased him for a long time but couldn't even touch the edge of his clothes. The key point was that the enemy didn't run far, and kept leading him in circles here and there, until he was a little dizzy.

He was extremely nervous, worried that enemies would suddenly appear from behind or on both sides.

retreat.

At least retreat to an open area and don't waste time here.

Just as the sinister knight was retreating from the haystack little by little, suddenly his hair stood on end and he subconsciously dodged, but it was too late. Although a Fran throwing axe did not hit him in the head, it hit the back of his head. The chain mail blocked the attack, but the heavy blow made him dizzy and his head was spinning. Before he could get up and swing his sword to fight back, a dung fork had already filled his vision.

From God's perspective.

The enemy was hit on the back of the head and a brief stun sign appeared.

Duncan took decisive action.

"Do not kill me……"

puff!

Blood gushed out and his eye sockets burst.

When Duncan pulled out his dung fork, he even brought out a popped eyeball.

He turned around, picked up the Fran throwing axe, and hit the enemy on the forehead!
head shot!

The knight still has a lot of blood.

He died completely after being hit on the forehead by an axe.

"The battle is over."

In a trance, Duncan seemed to see a flash of light appear on the enemy's body, and then disappear directly into the body he was controlling.

——"Martial Weapon Mastery: You gain proficiency in the use of conventional martial weapons, becoming more skilled in the use of one-handed, two-handed, polearmed, crossbow, javelin, throwing axe, and other weapons."

"Basic Combat Techniques: You have acquired combat styles such as stabbing, slashing, slashing, and chopping. You are familiar with most basic moves when using military weapons."

——"Block and Parry: You can try to block and parry the enemy's attack during combat."

The battle bar in the projected image was suddenly filled up. The originally light gray "Thorn" style now had a light blue border, while the other styles remained unchanged and still had light gray borders.

"Is this a skill explosion?"

Duncan found that he seemed to have plundered the fighting skills of his enemies, as if he had undergone years of military training and could master all kinds of basic moves with ease.

Although I can't say it's very advanced, the foundation is definitely solid, and it would be impossible to master it without three to five years of practice.

Slightly dazed consciousness.

When Duncan's vision returned, his consciousness had left the God's perspective. He smelled a strong smell of blood. Although he had felt it in the previous battle, it was not so clear, and it even made him want to vomit.

The hideous corpses in front of him made his heart tremble. Unlike the God's perspective, it was like playing a game. Duncan couldn't help but dry heave a few times.

His consciousness returned to his body, but his mind seemed to have some more combat skills that he had trained for many years.

A feeling of hunger came over me.

Duncan searched around for a while and finally turned over the knight's body. He found a blood-soaked bag with small pieces of dried meat inside. It looked like venison. The dried meat was soaked in blood and had a slight fishy smell. But there was no other food nearby, so he washed it with water at the well and ate it dry.

In his previous life, he would never eat anything stained with the blood of the dead, but now that he had killed three people in a row, he didn't care at all. He just treated the blood as seasoning and replenished his energy first.

He now understood why it was said that a new soldier would be different as long as he came back alive from the battlefield.

Duncan found his mentality changing rapidly.

Touch the corpse.

He dragged the bodies of the three defeated soldiers over and searched them one by one, piling up the things he found aside. The sinister knight was about the same height as him and should be of noble birth, because he was wearing an inner lining that looked a bit like silk.

Just take it off and wash the blood off it. It's much better than the tattered clothes Duncan is wearing. You can wear the clothes of the dead.

He has traveled through time, so what is there to be taboo about?

It's getting dark.

Duncan finally had the energy to digest the memories of the previous owner. This guy actually had the same name as him, which made things easier. The previous owner of this body had lost both his parents in his youth and had been raised on the support of relatives. He was a notorious thief, a fighter, and a brawler. Fortunately, he was already thirteen or fourteen years old at the time, so he could still make a living. As an adult, the previous owner had been sent to a town blacksmith shop through connections to learn a trade, but it was essentially just odd jobs, and the old blacksmith hadn't really taught him seriously.

This guy was dishonest and wanted to take a shortcut, so he hooked up with the charming proprietress next door. In the end, his affair was exposed and he had to run back to this remote mountain village in disgrace.

The original owner's memory was not very impressive. The most profound part of his memory was actually the proprietress with snow-white skin.

Pooh!
Not a good thing either.

As for the cause of the massacre, it was unclear. The original owner only heard one sentence: "You damned lowly people!" Then a fierce conflict broke out. The defeated soldiers killed everyone they saw, and the others had no choice but to resist.

According to Duncan's guess, the cause must be that the defeated soldiers looted the village, either because they robbed property or because the conflict broke out because of the abuse of women.

After a defeat, the old empire would slaughter some untouchables to vent their anger and release their feelings. This was a tradition of the old empire.

The empire's military discipline is quite poor!
If they suffered a slight defeat, they would plunder nearby towns and villages.

It's getting late.

Surrounded by desolate mountains and wilderness, Duncan couldn't leave. He gathered the bodies and found a relatively clean house, made a bed out of straw, and slept there for the night. The village had been completely plundered; not even a chicken could be found. There were no animals in the huts, only a little bit of animal feces.

Early the next morning.

He piled the bodies of the dead villagers on the haystack next to the wooden house, found some firewood, and burned them all in the morning light.

"That's all I can do!"

Duncan carried a low-quality hunting bow he had found at the hunter's house yesterday and said calmly in the direction of the fire, "Brother, I'll avenge you and bury you."

"You can go with peace of mind."

Duncan didn't want to bear any consequences of the original owner, and he didn't sleep with the charming proprietress, so he had no worries from then on.

The cabin was set on fire.

The fire shot up into the sky.

In the flying dust, Duncan carried the things he needed and left the remote mountain village without looking back.

After traveling for a long time, I throw things away first.

Those armors were extremely heavy, and carrying them on the mountain road was simply torture. In the end, Duncan only wore a short robe lined with leather armor with studs, a bit like a ranger's outfit, a light armor unit, and threw away other things that affected his movements.

At this moment, he was carrying food and water on his back and a few coins he had collected, and he felt like a refugee fleeing famine.

"I have to find a way to get a horse."

This damn place is so desolate. I don’t know where those defeated soldiers came from. It is said that a lord on the southern border rebelled and directly defected to the enemy country.

As the empire weakened, border lords often rebelled.

Not surprisingly.

Unfortunately, the original owner didn't have much experience and had never been to places too far away, so he had to find ways to collect a lot of information on his own.

Duncan walked along the mountain road for half a day and finally set foot on the official road.

Four-way Avenue.

Built during the heyday of the empire, it is now just a bumpy and dusty road that has not been repaired for decades.

Fortunately, he finally met other people.

A northern caravan.

There were about twenty of them in total, followed by a number of refugees. When the mounted caravan guards saw him, they alertly put arrows on their bows. After some questioning, they reluctantly agreed to let him follow the caravan to escape to the next city.

Duncan consciously walked with the group of refugees.

After some questioning, they discovered that most of them were refugees from nearby areas, having heard that the imperial army had been defeated again and were fleeing north to escape the war. This caravan was also urgently retreating to the rear, having not expected the nearby lords to rebel.

Anyway, the situation is a mess right now, and the defeated soldiers have made the place a mess.

"It looks like this empire is on its way out!"

Before Duncan could get acquainted with the refugees and find out more information, a sudden shriek was heard, and then the guards of the caravan were seen in a panic. The mules and horses of the caravan were gathering, the goods were piled on the outside, and people were gathering inside. Everyone looked extremely nervous, ready for a fight.

"It's the barbarians!" A terrified voice sounded nearby.

call out!
A sharp arrow struck, and one of the refugees following the caravan fell to the ground instantly, uttering a shrill wail. The others immediately scattered like birds and beasts. Those who were a little more sober immediately ran towards the semi-circle where the caravan's carriages and horses were gathered, because there were not enough mule and horse teams, so they could only barely form a circle and a half.

The Empire's most loyal mercenaries.

Barbarian.

There have been endless wars in these years, and the few victories of the empire were won by barbarian mercenaries, who maintained the last bit of glory of the dying empire.

But if the barbarian army was defeated and turned into a rogue army, it would be a complete disaster.

They burned, killed, looted and massacred villages and towns, and were even more brutal than the enemy's army.

"Enter combat mode!"

Duncan felt his consciousness leaving his body, and the next second he entered the God's perspective again, but this time there were a large number of red dots on both sides, and the guards of the caravan were represented by blue dots. What surprised him a little was that there was a special yellow dot mark in the central area of the caravan's formation.

——"Witch [Neutral] (Skull Mark)."

Damn it? !
Although when the mana bar was empty at the beginning, Duncan thought that this world might have some supernatural power.

However, the knight he killed was just physically stronger than an ordinary person, so he thought that even if he had supernatural powers, they should be relatively rare, but he didn't expect to encounter one so soon.

The witch in the crowd was completely invisible.

Duncan was like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins. He ran much faster than the other refugees and hid in the caravan's semicircular formation.

A hail of arrows came.

Half of those who were fleeing behind the caravan fell down in an instant, and a few young and strong men could barely keep up with the speed. A burly man behind him saw his companion fall behind, turned around and wanted to help him, but he didn't expect a sharp arrow to break through the air and pierce his neck directly.

As for the man he wanted to help, he let out a terrified scream, pushed his companions away, and used his hands and feet to crawl into the caravan's defense circle in a panic.

There was only the man's body lying there.

"In troubled times, you can't be a saint."

Duncan couldn't help but shrink his head back. The burly man should be a hunter among the refugees. He was quite prestigious and should have some skills, but he didn't expect him to die so soon.

As for the young man who was pissing and shitting, he was so scared that he collapsed on the ground and couldn't get up for a long time.

A strange roar was heard.

From the woods on both sides of the road, defeated barbarian soldiers came out one after another. They had thick hair and beards, looked like savages, and were covered in animal skins. Many of them had totem tattoos on their upper bodies, and some were even smeared with ashes. They used strange roars to scare everyone.

The empire's most loyal mercenaries once again turned their knives against the empire's civilians.

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(End of this chapter)