Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 228, Fifty-Eighth Palm: The Man-Eating Demon's Lair

This was a wild and primitive era.

After the eight members of the barbarian warband finished sowing, they packed their bags and left the next day at noon.

The Thebit king was delighted by this, for Hyjal's presence here would threaten his rule and eventually make him king of the land. Fortunately, Hyjal harbored greater ambitions; he desired a glorious legend, not merely a worldly power, or even just a small kingdom along a river.

So when they left, the King of Thebit offered them some gold and silver jewels, not much, because they were not wealthy.

The group ate and took things, worked hard for three days, and happily embarked on their journey.

When Hyjal left, the daughters of the King of Thebitt came to see him off. The mature and charming priestess was stroking her belly, seemingly lost in thought, watching Hyjal's retreating figure.

Unfortunately, these barbarians, all brawn and no brains, had no sense of romance. They left without hesitation, for for the Usgar barbarians, honor was above all else.

In this era, the concept of 'love' has only recently emerged, and only in the South has a beautiful goddess in charge of love appeared.

Among the gods worshipped by barbarians, there isn't even a proper god of love.

When Duncan picked up his comrade's ashes.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, he turned his head to look at the vast Thebit River basin. In the distance, on the water, a beautiful and charming figure appeared. She stood on the water, gazing in Duncan's direction, and finally disappeared silently with the help of two river spirits.

Once they embark on their journey, they can no longer indulge in alcohol.

Hyjal would occasionally turn to look at Duncan, feeling as if he had lost something, and sensing that this journey was slightly different from the divine pronouncements.

But he couldn't quite put his finger on what was different.

"Glory is my destiny!"

"Courage will make your soul shine brighter than the sun!"

"Power and glory, blood and thunder!"

"The gods are watching you!"

"The gods bear witness to your courage, your battle, and your glory!..."

On a high mountain.

The eight surviving barbarians climbed to the summit. The sacrificial ceremony was supposed to be presided over by Hyjal and Crete, but Crete voluntarily stepped aside. Although he was the vice-leader of the chapter, he allowed Duncan to stand next to Hyjal, and Hyjal did not object to this.

Strength is the foundation of everything.

In barbarian tribes, only the strong can attain a higher status.

Each person shouted a barbarian proverb, some of which were sayings from the doctrines of the god of strength. Then, suddenly, a strong wind howled, and muffled thunder rumbled in the originally clear sky.

This is the power of the storm.

The Usgar barbarians possess a unique legendary advancement path: Thunder Warriors. They can use their weapons to create whirlwinds and their battle cries to transform into thunder, instantly killing nearby weaker enemies.

To put it simply, a single roar from a Thunder Warrior is roughly equivalent to a massively multi-range Lion's Roar.

Hyjal is a barbarian warrior of the Path of Thunder.

However, he has not yet become a legend, and cannot control the true power of thunder, nor can he merge rage and storm into one.

From God's perspective.

At some unknown time, the ashes scattered by Hyjal and Duncan turned into a whirlwind, and then the hazy phantoms of the barbarian warriors' souls emerged from it. Guided by the roar of thunder, they drifted together towards the distant northern snow-capped mountains.

Following the example of other barbarian warriors, Duncan smeared some of the remaining ashes on his cheeks and chest.

This signifies that they forged friendships during their journey, becoming comrades-in-arms without blood ties, and that they hoped the fallen would bestow strength and courage upon those still alive.

— "Blessing of Courage (Temporary): A special ritual for barbarian warriors that temporarily boosts their will and grants a slight morale boost."

After this entire set of sacrificial rituals was completed.

When Duncan returned to the team, everyone nodded slightly to him, and even Crete showed a hint of respect on his face.

At some point, they realized that Duncan was becoming more and more like a real barbarian warrior!

It's not just because of women.

There's also a change in his attitude; he's no longer as rigid as he used to be.

It might be hard for many to believe, but last night's Thebit River Goddess was actually the first woman in human form. It was a whirlwind of passion, with her energy bursting forth like a tidal wave.

"set off!"

Hyjal raised his spear, pointed it south, and roared, "Let us go forth and pursue the path of glory!"

He is indeed a very complex person.

He had many character flaws, but he also possessed a leader-like charisma, and he never abandoned his comrades, always charging bravely to the front in battle.

Hyjal has grown rapidly. At first, he was a complete brute, but now he has become much smarter.

The barbarian warband continued its advance along the river.

They were originally supposed to head to the Gold Coast, where a legendary monster resided, and successfully defeating it would make their legend famous. However, due to a slight mishap, they had to take a detour, first entering a dense primeval jungle before heading to the legendary kingdom of the hill dwarves.

There's good wine over there.

A group of barbarians, on a whim, decided to try it and, incidentally, have a drinking contest with the dwarves.

Barbarian warriors roam the world, conquering all directions. Sometimes, they achieve great success, gaining glory and legend, and return to the Great Snow Mountain, where their statues stand in the plaza of the Holy Mountain Temple.

Either die on the road, or you will be worthy of the name of a true warrior.

These barbarian warriors are trusted partners of mercenaries when they adventure around the world, because when it comes to life and death, these barbarians are truly reliable!
Whether it's a dragon, a demon, or a legendary terrifying monster.

Berserk mode activated.

Life and death are bearish, if you don't agree, just do it!
Although they weren't very bright, Duncan did experience a different kind of open-minded attitude towards life when he was with them.

In addition, the barbarians are not entirely stupid; their intuition is very accurate, and they can distinguish between a good and a bad person.

They don't use their brains, but their wildness and intuition.

True barbarian warriors can even distinguish which members of their group are the real fighters during a single battle!
And then there are those who harbor cowardice and weakness, who only associate with true warriors.

Recruiting barbarians is not easy.

Led by Hyjal, the group traversed a high mountain, crossed a river, and entered a dense primeval forest. They traveled until evening and then set up camp by a river.

Areas near water sources are often frequented by wild beasts, and experienced mercenaries generally do not recommend them.

However, the barbarian knowledge of the wilderness was exactly the opposite.

If you camp nearby, prey will come to you, but you need to be careful of poisonous creatures. "Ugal, Pastor."

"Go check the neighborhood and see if there are any game animals. We'll bring some back."

Haijal quickly gave the order, after all, he was the leader of the team. However, when he gave the order, he couldn't help but glance at Duncan's expression, as if the last beating had made him less arrogant and conceited.

The two burly men quickly got up, picked up their javelins, and set off.

Someone nearby laughed and said, "I heard that Amazonian women sometimes appear around here. Be careful not to get kidnapped by them."

Hahaha.

A burst of laughter rang out, and the area was soon filled with a joyful atmosphere.

The barbarian warrior patted his muscular chest and said, "I ran into her, and I was the one who knocked her unconscious and carried her back."

They love to talk about Amazonian women.

Although Hyjal's injury has not fully recovered, he still lifted a huge rock and practiced squat weightlifting by the river. Their training methods are very similar to those of ancient Greek athletes, and sometimes they would throw discus javelins.

A healthy and strong physique is the pursuit of every barbarian.

Koud, the god of strength and athleticism, has a church with a set of specialized training standards, and his temples even have equipment rooms and sports rooms.

call!
Duncan raised his battle axe and felled the tree in front of him with a single blow.

"it is good!"

"A beautiful slash!"

Barbarian warriors cheered nearby.

Haigar's gaze sharpened as he watched, and his training became increasingly demanding. He even carried a huge rock in each hand and pushed a ton-heavy boulder up the hillside.

It's unclear when, but Duncan's presence has started to put pressure on him.

Duncan picked up his battle axe, took a deep breath, and chopped six times in a row, turning the large tree stump in front of him into firewood. It was a bit damp, but he figured it would be good to burn it.

Crete stood guard, supporting his aching back.

After the age of thirty, a warrior's physique reaches its peak, then gradually declines. If they cannot break through to the legendary level, their energy and blood will slowly deplete after the age of forty or fifty. In his youth, he could fight ten men single-handedly, but now he is slightly less capable, and the exhaustion after his berserk state requires more time to recover.

The others practiced wrestling around the campfire, not caring if they lost, because it wasn't a real competitive ritual, just a daily training match.

Roar!
With a roar, the fighter named Hall knocked his opponent to the ground, slamming him into the mud, and let out an excited howl.

Some people cheered and even seemed eager to join in; they were full of energy, and fighting was a daily occurrence for them.

But that's it.

Duncan suddenly stood up, glanced at Hyjal not far away, and said in a deep voice, "Grab your weapons! Follow me!"

If this were in the past...

Basically, no one paid any attention to him, since no one else noticed anything unusual.

But now, upon hearing this, Hyjal instinctively stood up, grabbed his spear and shield, and Crete beside him also leaped down, raised his battle axe, and looked at Duncan, asking, "What's going on?"

"I didn't find anything unusual."

Those present were all seasoned fighters, and they all entered battle mode within seconds.

Hall quickly pulled up his opponent, whom he had just knocked down, and threw him a spear. The opponent picked up a shield and threw it to him. The two stood side by side, looking out into the dark jungle.

"Smell it!"

Duncan had actually noticed the anomaly from his omniscient perspective, but he still pondered and asked, "Have you noticed anything?"

The others looked puzzled.

But Hyjal's expression gradually turned serious, and he glanced at Duncan in surprise, saying, "There's a rotten smell!..."

"Kraken?"

Duncan slowly shook his head and said, "It feels more like a troll!"

not good.

Two of their companions went hunting.

Hyjal grabbed his weapon and ran frantically. He had already lost many of his comrades and didn't want to see anyone else die.

"This way!"

"It's upwind!"

Duncan pointed in a direction, and the others followed suit. Hygal also turned around and followed behind Duncan, unaware that the human host had developed such a keen sense of smell.

A group of burly men ran wildly through the dense jungle.

They were incredibly fast, as barbarians have the ability to move quickly, and soon they heard the roars of battle coming from ahead.

"It's Berserker's Cry!"

They're in danger!

Hyjal roared and activated his berserk ability. His massive figure resembled a small giant, and his speed instantly surpassed that of the others.

"Give me the javelin!"

Duncan roared and threw his shield to Crete. His figure leaped across the jungle like Tarzan, catching the javelin in mid-air as he ran. In an instant, a streak of light shot out like lightning!

—Ogre (Troll) (Giant's Blood) (Four-Star Silver Gray)!

more than one!
Within the range marked by God's perspective, besides the enormous ogres in front of them, there were other ogres on the hills further away; they had encountered a monster's lair.

—Great Rampage!

Duncan's figure let out a thunderous roar, his muscles bulged, his veins protruded, his bones cracked, and he seemed to swell up several sizes.

Cannibals, or rather, cannibals.

They are considered branches of the giant bloodline, very common in this barbaric era, and have many branches.

The wilderness of this era is extremely dangerous. Monsters with giant bloodlines are only considered of medium difficulty; many more terrifying legends exist, along with the blood god worshipped in ancient times. However, they will not easily approach human cities, because humanity has now entered the city-state era.

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(End of this chapter)