Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 230 Barbarians, Dwarves, Gang Fight
At this moment, a subtle change occurred within the team.

Although Hyjal's bravery impressed everyone else, all the barbarians, including Crete, couldn't help but follow Duncan.

While the fight in Haijal was certainly exciting and thrilling, it ultimately lacked a bit of structure compared to Duncan's.

These barbarians aren't stupid.

Although they crave thrilling battles where the opponents are evenly matched, if they can easily defeat their enemies, they can still boast about it when they return to the tavern.

Barbarian warriors, whenever they drink, will inevitably boast; it's their favorite pastime.

I've heard that dwarves are also very good at bragging.

We can have a showdown then!
"It's human."

Hyjal glanced at the nearby footprints and said in a deep voice, "How come there's a human team in this desolate wilderness? Adventurers from the south?"

Mercenaries shouldn't take this route.

Mercenaries, you know.

Everyone here is just trying to make a living, and they all travel on main roads. No mercenary group would wander through desolate wilderness for no reason; caravans always take established, safe routes.

Only adventurers like to venture deep into the mountains and forests.

"It seems quite a few people have died."

Crete glanced at the bloodstains on the ground, sniffed the air, and shrugged, saying, "Looks like it's cooked."

Ok.

They're definitely cooked through.

Duncan could even smell the aroma of stewed meat.

A group of barbarians approached a stinking cave. The outside was littered with broken bones, and a large pot was simmering with meat. Needless to say, everyone knew what was inside. Deep inside, there was a cage containing two half-dead people.

—Tyr Warrior (3-star silver-gray).

—Hill Dwarf (3-star silver-gray).

and many more?

Tyre?!
The gods of the Norse pantheon?
Duncan's expression changed slightly. At this moment, Hyjal had already smashed the cage with his bare hands. He looked at the dying man inside and said, "His limbs have all been broken by the ogres."

"We can't treat this kind of injury."

Ogres aren't stupid; they like to eat fresh meat, so they'll break their limbs and keep them for a few more days.

It was Tyr Warrior who cried for help; the dwarf was already unconscious.

"Treat their wounds first."

Duncan said in a deep voice, "Crete, go inside the cave and take any valuable loot you find."

"be careful."

Hyjal checked the dwarf's breath, then turned to Duncan and said, "I'm afraid we can only carry them to the next city."

The Tyr warrior was nearly unconscious.

Crete came out quickly, cursing, "It stinks in there!"

"There are some valuable things, though."

If even a bunch of roughnecks are cursing and swearing, then the ogres must really be utterly despicable.

They took a short rest.

They continued their journey before dawn. The weight of a hundred pounds was nothing; Duncan carried three battle axes on his back, while Hyjal and Crete each carried one.

"We saved his life. When we get back, his people should be able to forge some useful weapons for us, right?"

Crete, carrying the unconscious dwarf, said, "I've heard that dwarves are very skilled at forging."

Hyjal glanced back.

In fact, he came here first because of a divine oracle. He had always lacked a legendary weapon, and the oracle told him that he would have a chance by going to the dwarves.

The dwarves in this world are somewhat like the dwarves in Norse mythology; they are not only skilled in forging but also adept at using magic.

By this time, the Tyr warrior had regained consciousness and said weakly, "Thank you for saving me."

Duncan walked over to him, glanced at him, but ultimately said nothing.

Barbarians have little culture.

He immediately noticed that something was wrong with Tyr, and decided to test him further once they arrived at the dwarf city.

These barbarians moved with incredible speed.

Before the dwarves entered a near-death state, they arrived at a city hidden in the hills and mountains, where a dwarven wizard immediately took them away.

"go!"

Let's go for a drink!

As soon as Crete arrived at the dwarf inn, he couldn't sit still and started clamoring to have a drinking contest with the dwarfs.

Haigar was also quite tempted; he had already developed a craving for alcohol once he arrived.

The seven barbarians hit it off immediately!
However, subconsciously, everyone looked at Duncan, who was sitting quietly, as if waiting for his opinion.

At this point, if Duncan were to forcefully veto the idea, given his current influence within the Barbarian faction, he might actually be able to keep them in check for a day or two.

"go!"

"Take down those dwarves! Let them see what a barbarian warrior can do in terms of drinking."

Duncan, after all, is not the original human form, so he won't spoil the fun at this moment. Sometimes it feels quite enjoyable to see them venturing into the world without thinking and purely following their intuition.

A cheer erupted.

Even Hygal couldn't help but get excited. He patted Duncan on the shoulder with tremendous force, his fighting spirit soaring, and said, "Yes! That's right!"

"Barbarian warriors are the real deal!"

"Kill them!"

In the harsh north, being able to drink can bring you fame.

"These barbarians are really arrogant!"

"Come down!"

"Have a couple of drinks with your Grandpa Harry."

The bearded dwarf below the inn immediately became restless. He glared angrily, puffing out his beard, and shouted, "If you win the drink, you can stay and eat for free!" Huh?
How did they manage to scare the hotel owner out?
The first person to have his way with it was surprisingly the dwarf owner of the inn. He ordered his staff to move the wine barrels and cursed, "Young man, you don't know your place!"

"Who comes first?"

At this moment, Haigar naturally stepped forward without hesitation.

By this time, the commotion had already attracted many people, and even the dwarves who were passing by ran in, wanting to see where these barbarians came from with such arrogant words.

However, when they saw Hyjal's imposing physique and solid muscles, they knew they had met their match.

Even among barbarians, there are different classes, and the barbarians from the cold and harsh north are the biggest drinkers!

clang!
The dwarf blacksmith next door, who was carrying a hammer, put down his tools and came over. As he wiped his hands, he said to the innkeeper, "Bring out the Breath of Molten Core and let these barbarians see what a dwarf can do with alcohol!"

The whole situation suddenly descended into chaos.

When the news spread that this group of barbarians wanted to challenge the dwarves to a drinking contest, the place was packed with onlookers.

Duncan was also inexplicably given a large oak wine glass, which the dwarf opposite him downed in one gulp, then stared at him with a huff and a glare.

I have no choice but to drink it.

If we don't take down one or two dwarves today, they might get ganged up on and thrown out.

Barbarian warriors value honor; they may drink themselves to death, but they will not back down from battle. Hyjal had already picked up an oak barrel and was directly fighting the innkeeper.

In the snowy mountains of the North.

The fame you'll gain from drinking a bunch of dwarves will far surpass that of slaying a legendary monster.

Hyjal's expression grew increasingly solemn, his fighting spirit burning like a raging fire, his eyes turning bloodshot. His fighting spirit during the drinking contest was even fiercer than when he was taking down an ogre.

One cup after another.

Hyjal hoisted the barrel of wine onto his shoulder, downed a cup, and collapsed, his hearty drinking causing the surrounding dwarves to erupt in excited revelry.

Then, for some reason, a fight suddenly broke out.

Everyone was cursing and swearing, fighting bare-handed. No one used any weapons, but every punch landed hard, leaving the ground a complete mess.

Duncan was completely baffled.

He swung his heavy wine glass and knocked out a bearded dwarf. Anyway, they all looked pretty much the same. He didn't know who had thrown the wine glass at his head. He just knocked out a few drunken dwarves and that was it.

Hyjal was also drunk.

He crouched down to wrestle with a burly dwarf who looked as if he were forged from steel. This time he had met a formidable opponent, who seemed to be a legendary dwarf warrior. With a powerful wrestling move, Hyjal managed to keep his opponent standing still, as if he were one with the earth.

Crete had already been knocked unconscious. Duncan dragged him to a corner, where there was a strong smell of urine on the ground. At this point, he couldn't care less about anything else.

Because of the eight barbarians, only three were still standing.

The dwarves are determined to wipe them all out here.

Duncan had unknowingly drunk a bit too much.

happy!

Fuck him!

The dwarves were also fighting amongst themselves when Duncan charged into the fray, knocking one of them unconscious with a single punch. Instantly, he was covered in burly men, and four or five drunken dwarves locked him in place.

Ugal wanted to come and help, but he managed to hold on until the end; his alcohol tolerance is truly impressive.

boom!
As a result, he was hit squarely on the forehead by a wine jug and immediately lost consciousness.

In the end, it's unclear whether it was Hyjal or Duncan who held on until the very end. The human host was so drunk that the projected screen became blurry, but they managed to get the hill dwarf city lord drunk. In the end, all eight barbarians were knocked out, and Duncan even had to climb to the second floor.

It seems that getting the legendary points for defeating the dwarves by drinking won't be so easy!
Their physical condition is too good.

Duncan had originally planned to outdrink the dwarves and earn a couple of legend points, but he ended up obediently going back to the dimensional space to rest.

These dwarves have no sense of martial ethics.

Silent all night.

The next day, everyone was bruised and battered, including Hyjal, whose head was swollen like a pig's. Duncan was slightly better, with only a bruise on his chin. The eight barbarians woke up one after another, looked at each other awkwardly, and then suddenly burst into laughter.

The barbarian warriors of the past didn't win either; it's normal for them to lose. They'll come back next time. The dwarves can't stay undefeated forever.

To achieve this legendary status, you must outdrink all the dwarves, remain standing until the very end, and defeat the last drunken dwarf in the melee.

Last night's victor was a legendary dwarf warrior.

"Ok?"

"Have all the dwarves become friendly units?"

Duncan was also drunk last night.

A dozen dwarves were pouring him wine, and a burly blacksmith was carrying a barrel of wine and fighting him. No one could stand that kind of treatment.

Yesterday, dwarves were all marked as neutral units.

They had a drink, then got into a fight.

The entire underground city of the hill dwarves had become a friendly unit. The few dwarven drunkards he had beaten up even greeted Duncan like old friends.

"Have something to eat."

"young people."

The innkeeper chuckled and brought over a plate of blood sausage, dwarf stew, and charcoal-grilled smoked meat. He patted Duncan and Hyjal on the shoulder and said, "You two are not bad, but you're still a bit green."

"More than sixty years ago, I went to the Great Snow Mountain and had a drinking contest with the chief of your Thunder Beast tribe."

"hey-hey!"

"He had never drunk from me before, and he got angry because he was embarrassed."

Dwarves have long lifespans.

The hotel owner's beard is quite white; he must be over two hundred years old. He himself is a four-star silver-gray marker unit.

Barbarians have their own way of dealing with the world.

There were also human caravans from the south in this area, but the dwarves were clearly much more welcoming to them than to these seven simple-minded barbarians.

All seven Calabash Brothers were wiped out.

But it seems they used this outrageous way of socializing to gain an advantage in the territory of the hill dwarves.

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(End of this chapter)