Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 227 River Goddess
After this fight...

Duncan's status and position are somewhat different now.

However, the group had just fought a great battle and needed to rest for at least two days before they could continue their journey. The great battle here did not refer to sleeping with women, but rather to killing a legendary hydra lizard. Furthermore, the ashes of the fallen warrior needed time for a ritual, and then a handful of ashes would be taken away, and that would be the end of it.

If the deceased are one's father or brothers, then smear their ashes on one's body so that one can inherit their courage and strength.

The average lifespan of a Usgar barbarian warrior is around thirty-five years, and very few manage to return to their tribe alive. With such a pitiful lifespan, they live for the moment, indulging in pleasure and enjoying life to the fullest. Given any opportunity to sleep with women, these wild and energetic barbarians will never miss it.

Many gods in the Fury pantheon are manifestations of natural disasters. You never know whether tomorrow or an accident will come first, or which battle will suddenly kill you. Therefore, hedonistic ideas are quite prevalent.

The doctrine of the God of Strength advocates enjoying life, because warriors die too quickly; heaven is to the left, and warriors are to the right.

When trouble comes, the soldiers really go for it.

Barbarian warriors valued health, physique, and strength far more than worldly wealth.

It's good that they have fights to fight; if they have nothing to do, they'll just drink themselves to death.

Night falls.

According to Hyjal's plan, they will depart at noon tomorrow. A bunch of barbarians with nothing but muscles in their heads, they can't be expected to have much of a plan. The human hosts usually offer some suggestions, but the others don't take them seriously; they prefer to obey Hyjal's orders.

But things are a little different now. When Duncan offers a different opinion, these energetic and lively brutes will give it serious consideration.

They respect strength and the strong; even the arrogant Hyjal now listens carefully to Duncan's advice.

Crete and his men went to sleep with women again.

He's a bit old, almost thirty.

According to him, he might not be able to return to the Great Snow Mountain alive from this expedition, so he slept with as many women as he could. He did not marry within the tribe, and his children were mostly conceived during his adventures. He even participated in the group marriage ceremony of the Mihir people, where ten men and ten women would marry together.

It is said, and this is just a rumor, that he slept with an Amazonian warrior during one of his adventures.

He was drunk and bragging that when he was young, he conquered a fierce Amazonian woman with his strength and had sex with her for three days and three nights.

However, according to the speculations of the other members of the chapter, many Amazon warriors were blessed by the gods. Crete was probably captured by the Amazon warriors, kidnapped and ridden in the jungle for three days and three nights, and then released after seeing that he had behaved well.

Even so, the other barbarian warriors still showed a hint of longing and envy when the fierce and strong Amazon women were mentioned.

If she were to have a child, it would definitely be a born warrior!

The barbarian aesthetic was relatively simple: large breasts, big buttocks, thick legs, and a sturdy body, preferably strong and muscular. Appearance was secondary; they knew about beauty and ugliness, but beautiful women were not necessarily able to give birth to strong offspring.

The Usgar barbarians have a very strong bloodline.

The last figure to possess legendary glory was 'Highland Wolf - Goss'. His father was a barbarian and his mother was a northerner. He was abandoned as a child and raised by snow wolves of the ice plains. Eventually, he was discovered by a passing barbarian shaman who took him back to his tribe and personally taught him.

It could be said that these descendants of barbarians, although not very bright, have physiques that surpass those of adults even in their teens, and could potentially survive if thrown into the wild.

In Dungeons & Dragons parlance, a barbarian can easily have 15 or 16 points of Constitution, and those with good talent can have 18 or 20 points.

A soft splashing sound arose.

Just as Duncan closed his eyes to rest and continue to process the details of his human host's memories, suddenly, somewhere on the Thebes River, a beautiful woman with azure eyes and long, chestnut-red hair reaching her waist appeared. She was much more beautiful than the alluring priestess he had seen before, with a proud figure and exquisite curves, possessing both the vitality of a young girl and the beauty of a mature woman.

This extremely beautiful woman rose from the river and then, stepping on the water, walked to the shore, attended by two alluring river spirits.

She wore a light, long dress that looked like silk, but upon closer inspection, it had a water ripple pattern, as beautiful as a water weave woven by Eastern mermaids.

Under the bright moonlight, the woman's skin was as white as jade, her full breasts revealed a deep cleavage, her slender waist swayed like a willow in the wind, and every smile and frown she made possessed a powerful, captivating charm.

She stood on the shore gazing at the Thebit town, as if deep in thought, making a difficult decision. She first glanced in the direction of Hyjal, then turned her gaze to Duncan's location.

—The River Goddess (Descendant of the Oceanid) (Divine Power) (Spirit of Nature) (Four-Star Gold)

This exceptionally beautiful figure entered the town silently, unnoticed by anyone along the way. She paused for a moment as she passed Crete's door, a slight smile appearing on her face, whether mocking or something else was unclear.

Soon, she reached the intersection. To the right was Hyjal's residence, while to the left was a quieter place where Duncan was recuperating from his injuries.

At that moment, a gentle breeze seemed to carry a soft whisper.

The Thebit River Goddess glanced in the direction of Hyjal and frowned. She was not a powerful river goddess. On the entire continent, the Thebit River was just an ordinary river, far less important than the Yellow River or the Yangtze River, probably only on par with the Gan River.

Finally, the river goddess made up her mind. She stopped looking in the direction of Hyjal and turned to walk to Duncan's door.

At this moment, Duncan had already woken up.

In fact, he had already sensed something unusual when the Thebit River Goddess appeared, but since she was a friendly unit, he didn't do anything about it.

"What a bastard."

"Is the mythological script arranged by the gods really this good? Even the river goddess has delivered herself to our doorstep?"

One second Duncan was cursing and complaining, the next he was stunned. Because the Thep River goddess had walked over to him.

creak.

The door opened slowly.

The woman outside the door was so beautiful, possessing a captivating and alluring charm. She smiled at Duncan before her, and a gentle breeze of magic swept over her as she gracefully said, "I am a priestess serving the River Goddess, and I have come here specifically to heal your injuries, sir."

What priest!
From God's perspective, the river goddess before us is like the Elf Queen from Lord of the Rings, radiating a soft, ethereal light. Her light gauze dress flutters in the breeze, revealing her graceful figure inadvertently, making one's breath catch in their throat.

The projected pages seemed to have changed, one showing the appearance of a transformed priestess, and the other showing the true form of the river goddess.

Loading.

It must be loaded hard.

Duncan didn't know why this was happening, but it's possible that he had seized a sliver of the fortune that belonged to Hyjal.

Yesterday, Hyjal was served by a mature and charming priestess, the daughter of several Thebit kings. He was actually a little envious and couldn't help but complain that the treatment of mythical heroes was really good.

Unexpectedly, the bastard still had a stroke of luck today, but it seems that Hyjal was beaten up by him, and things took an unexpected turn.

This is very likely a legendary experience belonging to Hyjal that was directly transferred to Duncan.

The river goddess, disguised as a priestess, gently brushed her fingers across Duncan's chest. Her slender fingers, like jade scallions, sent a tingling sensation through the area, quickly easing the pain and healing the wound at an astonishing pace. However, the faint, damp fragrance emanating from her body stirred a restless feeling within Duncan.

If you don't take the initiative at this point, you're not a proper barbarian.

Duncan scooped up the river goddess before him, who gasped in surprise. She quickly softened, and as her thin gauze dress fell away, a breathtakingly beautiful scene came into view, making Duncan's breath catch in his throat.

Run!
So smooth!
Fragrant!
It smells so good!
Even as the emperor of the human world and the king of kings in her previous life, such unparalleled beauty was extremely rare. The only one who could surpass her in pure beauty was probably the nine-tailed fox from Fusang.

After all, she was truly stunningly beautiful.

In Western legends, not to mention river goddesses, even ordinary water spirits possess stunning beauty.

They are in the top tier, almost at the level of succubi among fairies.

Duncan's fatigue vanished instantly. He couldn't help but feast, fight half the night, gallop on horseback, and marvel at how the River Goddess truly lived up to her name, being so incredibly juicy.

In fact, the water gods of the East are also quite extraordinary, with the goddess Luo being a prime example.

As the first light of dawn appears.

Duncan's side was now empty, like a beautiful and wild dream, with only the entire bed soaked through, as if it had been immersed in water.

His injuries have all healed, and he has even gained an additional status effect out of nowhere.

—"Suicune's Blessing (Special Ability): Legend has it that water spirits possess stunning beauty, and those who receive their favor will have their charm slightly enhanced. The Thep River Goddess has bestowed upon you the blessing of the River Suicune, slightly increasing the human host's resistance."

(You have gained a slight affinity with the fairy race.)
(When encountering other fairy species, as long as you do not attack first, they will most likely remain neutral.)
It seems the River Goddess of the Thebit River was very satisfied with Duncan's performance yesterday, and even left him a small gift before leaving.

Within dimensional space.

The last wishes on the projection page were burning, like a lit flame. At some point, Duncan had gained a bit of legend, coming from the Thebit River region.

"Is this a successful theft of a legendary experience belonging to Hyjal?"

Duncan looked like he still had more to say.

He didn't know why the Thebi River Goddess chose him in the end. Was it because he took the head of the Hydra, or because he defeated Hyjal in the arena, or because he was the only one in the entire warband who didn't act recklessly?

After all, some river goddesses and ocean goddesses, according to legend, do not like men who seduce indiscriminately.

There is a northern legend about a hero who, by seducing the daughters of an island king, missed the favor of a goddess of the ocean.

In the mythological era, goddesses also needed mates.

If a legendary hero chooses a beautiful mortal woman, he might very well miss out on a goddess or fairy, because powerful heroes are also within their harem. They would never choose an ordinary mortal; only the most outstanding human heroes among mortals would come into their sight.

Ordinary people would be incredibly lucky to even encounter a stunningly beautiful water sprite.

Duncan got up and left the room.

The moment he looked up, he saw Haijal across from him, his face bruised and swollen. Haijal looked quite surprised. Duncan had said those words just yesterday, and that very night he was already high on his own.

The two looked at each other, both with somewhat awkward expressions.

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(End of this chapter)