Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 249 Picking the Peach, Rewriting the Script!

They mistook Duncan and his crew for pirates.

Amazonian warriors deeply resent anyone entering their territory, so these brutal and bloodthirsty women often use death to warn intruders.

However, this time they clearly ran into a brick wall.

After Duncan killed an Amazonian warrior with a flying axe, the enemies lurking in the dense jungle began to retreat rapidly. They realized that the enemy was no ordinary force, and that there were quite a few invading pirates, which their hunting party alone could not handle.

Duncan crouched down and turned over the body of the Amazon warrior in front of him. On her shield, Duncan saw a badge that had been removed.

Normally, women's physical strength is not as good as men's, but Amazon women are different. They are physically strong and are said to have a trace of divine blood. They are taller than most women, with strong and powerful thighs. Although their arms are not as thick as those of barbarians, they are about the same size as those of ordinary men.

A tiny glimmer of light appeared.

Two prompts appeared consecutively on the projection page of the dimensional space.

—"Proficient in archery: omitted."

—"Stealth Mastery: Amazon warriors excel at stealth ambushes, and their stealth abilities are enhanced in the jungle."

Don't be fooled by the fact that this Amazonian warrior was killed by Duncan in one hit. Her combat skills far surpassed those of ordinary people. If it were on the Gold Coast, even the most battle-hardened veterans would be no match for her.

"Scout out the surroundings."

"Don't go too far."

"Work in groups of three, and immediately alert us if anything happens."

After confirming that all the red hostile markers had been removed, Duncan ordered the others to scout the terrain. He brought a large number of people with him this time, including the barbarians around him, the female pirate Annie Porter, and her elite subordinates. Only one ship entered the rainforest, while the others docked at a natural harbor somewhere in the Storm Islands.

"I'm going to find a suitable place to camp."

The temperature here was quite hot, and the red-haired female pirate had changed into a short-sleeved casual outfit. She picked up her weapon and gestured, "Don't drink water carelessly. The Amazons might poison it upstream."

Hearing the other person's words, Crete, who was next to Duncan, said in a deep voice, "They seem to have lost their honor!"

In ancient times, Amazonian warriors valued honor just as much as barbarians.

At this moment, the guide whispered, "Many of the foreign tribes in the Storm Islands are exiles. The Amazon tribes here have long lost their honor."

"Their ritual of passing on traditions."

"Initially, they would go to the Gazakh Highlands to mate with brave warriors from various tribes. The baby girls born at this marriage ceremony would be taken away by their instructors, while the baby boys would be returned to their fathers or raised by their tribes."

This is the oldest tradition.

Amazonian warriors admire true warriors. In their grand celebrations, if a particularly brave warrior arrives, more than ten, or even dozens, of Amazonian women will vie to mate with that valiant warrior. This can even lead to a contest, with the victor gaining priority and the loser left to wait for others to finish off the spoils.

The guide squatted down, examined the soil, smelled it, and then said, "Later, I don't know when it started."

"They no longer hold grand fertility ceremonies."

"They began attacking nearby tribal city-states and capturing men as slaves. To make them easier to control, Amazon women would cut off the hands and feet of the men used for 'sowing' to prevent rebellion."

“Typically, these seed-sowing tools are put to death after they have lost their usefulness.”

In Eastern terms, the rites and music have collapsed; the Amazon warriors no longer follow ancient traditions.

Crete asked curiously, "How do you know so much?"

The guide pulled up his clothes, revealing an old wound on his arm, and slowly said, "I almost fell into their hands once."

"But I managed to escape."

"However, my companions were all executed by those Amazon women."

Having lost their honor and no longer following traditions, they live by plunder.

Duncan and his group began to worry about Hyjal. If Hyjal's limbs were severed by the Amazon warriors, he would be truly ruined. There were no such powerful healing spells in this era. Unless a god intervened personally, ordinary healing spells could not regenerate severed limbs.

Crete worriedly asked, "Could they have also cut off Hyjal's hands and feet and imprisoned him?"

Duncan shook his head and said, "He shouldn't be that stupid."

“Circumstances are beyond his control. If he had backed down, the Amazonian woman might not have done so.”

Hyjal is ultimately the son of God.

Even Amazonian warriors have to be careful not to harm others.

However, their capture of Hyjal might indicate their covetousness of his divine bloodline. According to the script of the myth, if Duncan were the screenwriter, he would definitely have to arrange for some offspring, or even find a way to restore the glory of the Amazon warriors.

It's getting late.

Fearing a sneak attack or retaliation from the Amazonian warriors, Duncan arranged for people to take turns keeping watch at night, and he had already marked the general direction of the enemy tribe.

The red-haired female pirate entered Duncan's tent. Her expression was quite solemn, as if she had something on her mind. After gesturing for her attendants to leave, she stared at Duncan and said in a deep voice, "Hyjal is the leader of the chapter?"

Looking at her expression, Duncan seemed to guess something and slowly nodded, saying, "Yes."

The beautiful female pirate's eyes flashed with ruthlessness as she whispered, "Do you really want to save him? If he dies here, it will be easier for you to take his place."

She was, after all, a pirate; ruthless and cruel, but lacking in other aspects.

Duncan said calmly, "If I'm going to replace him, I have to do it fair and square. There are some things you shouldn't be asking about."

The red-haired female pirate's expression changed slightly, and she looked somewhat frightened. She lowered her head and said, "I understand."

"I just……"

Duncan patted himself in front of him and smiled reassuringly, "I know. You're just thinking of me."

"But there are many things that you can't understand right now."

The beautiful female pirate knelt obediently before Duncan, speaking haltingly and falling silent, already understanding her place.

A smart person naturally knows what to do.

In the mythological script orchestrated by the raging gods, Duncan is now a co-protagonist alongside Hyjal. At least, aside from the god of strength, the other raging gods are clearly more interested in Duncan. This female pirate's suggestion may indeed yield significant short-term gains, but it also leaves a huge hidden danger for the future.

Duncan's greater ambition was to make Hijr submit to him as well.

In a quiet forest.

Suddenly, a sound seemed to come from afar, like the song of a nightingale. Duncan raised his hand and patted the female pirate whose head was bobbing. She immediately looked up and turned around, wanting to sit down with her back to Duncan.

But Duncan raised his hand to stop her, and even straightened his clothes, gazing at the dense forest in the distance.

"Guests are coming."

Duncan said in a deep voice.

Before anyone knew it, several figures had appeared outside the camp. They clearly had no hostile intentions, otherwise the guards stationed outside would have been dead long ago.

On the projected page, these Amazonian warriors are displayed as neutral units.

—Storm-Ella (Amazon) (Storm) (Five-star silver-grey).

—Amazon Huntress (Two-star Silver Gray).

— Amazon Warrior (Samsung Silver Gray).

Five-pointed star mark.

Legendary unit.

He must be a hero of the Amazon tribe.

Duncan slowly rose to his feet. As he stepped out of the tent, some people noticed their approach. Storm-Ella, the leader, called out loudly in the darkness, "I want to see your leader."

This woman was tall, blonde, blue-eyed, and beautiful. She wore armor, carried a javelin and shield, and had a war bow on her back. She was fully armed and looked very heroic.

To describe her in one sentence, she's a top-tier Western woman, full of power and wildness, somewhat like Wonder Woman.

Duncan's figure emerged from the darkness, and he said calmly, "That's me."

As he spoke, Duncan glanced at her shield and noticed that it was engraved with the crescent moon emblem.

Storm-Ella sized up Duncan opposite her and taunted, "So you're the wise man Hyjal spoke of?"

"When did wise men appear among barbarians?"

Duncan's expression remained unchanged as he calmly said, "You came here so late at night just to provoke me?"

The man showed no anger whatsoever.

He was different from other barbarians. Barbarians are simple-minded and are more easily provoked because they pursue the path of rage.

Storm-Ella looked somewhat surprised and shook her head, saying, "Of course not."

"I came here to help you rescue your companion."

Duncan looked the other person up and down and said slowly, "Come in."

"The rest of you stay outside."

After saying that, Duncan turned and went into the tent. Storm Ella hesitated for a moment, then quickly followed. The other Amazon warriors looked worried, but she raised her hand to signal to everyone not to worry.

She didn't know why this man trusted her so quickly, which rendered many of her prepared arguments useless.

"Hajjal asked you for help?"

Duncan took out his flask and poured her a glass. Amazon women also loved alcohol and could drink just as much as barbarians.

Storm Ella nodded and said, "Yes."

“He has been imprisoned by our leader and is being guarded by priests.”

Without any hesitation, she took the glass and drank it all in one gulp.

Duncan trusted her, and she trusted Duncan in return.

Inside the tent, Duncan smiled and said, "Looks like he's gotten a bit smarter; he's actually learned to be flexible."

Without setbacks, Haigar will never grow.

Storm Ella looked up curiously and asked, "Aren't you curious about what happened to him?"

Duncan said calmly, "What else can we do?"

“You definitely won’t kill him. You’ll most likely use some kind of drug or magic to control him and then use him as a breeding tool, right?” “At most, he’ll suffer some torture, but he shouldn’t be crippled.”

Storm Ella looked somewhat shocked and nodded, saying, "You guessed right."

"He was indeed controlled by the drug's secret techniques."

"Queen Oretia imprisoned him in her tribe, forcing loyal female warriors to have intercourse with him day and night, hoping to produce offspring with divine blood to strengthen the Amazonian people and rule the entire Storm Islands."

Is it really being used as a breeding tool?

However, it is not so easy for children of divine blood to give birth to offspring.

Duncan asked curiously, "So, you don't belong to the Amazon Queen's faction?"

Storm Ella's expression turned solemn as she slowly said, "Queen Oretia has betrayed tradition and lost her glory."

“We are not her confidants, and we have no say in the tribe.”

understood.

They are conservatives, the traditional ones. As for their queen, she has most likely abandoned tradition, but her methods are too brutal, which has aroused their dissatisfaction.

Duncan asked curiously, "Why are you helping Hyjal?"

Storm Ella said calmly, "Abandoning tradition and losing honor will lead the tribe to destruction."

"and."

"The ancient rituals are not only for procreation, but also for seeking the best warrior bloodline. The queen has led the tribe to the brink of destruction."

Duncan looked puzzled, then calmly asked, "Why did you abandon tradition before?"

"Things are probably not that simple."

Storm Ella hesitated, seemingly unwilling to say more. After a moment of contemplation, she said, "We have lost the favor of the gods, and our fertility celebrations are no longer blessed by them."

There was no response to the offering.

Duncan's gaze fell on the crescent moon mark on the opponent's shield.

No divine response?

Can it hold out for this long?

These Amazonian warriors are indeed incredibly powerful.

He seemed to be pondering something, and slowly said, "Are you now worshipping the godlike power of the Storm Islands?"

Divine power?
Storm Ella looked puzzled.

Duncan explained, "The native god."

She immediately understood and nodded, saying, "The tribe now worships the native deity born in the Storm Islands."

As for her name, she dared not mention it, and Duncan would not ask.

After all, it's their territory.

Duncan had already thought of many things, and calmly asked, "What will you get in return for rescuing Hyjal?"

Storm Ella said in a deep voice, "Restore glory, and tradition."

“I will find a way to overthrow Queen Oretia’s rule. Hyjal said you will help me.”

She paused for a moment, looked Duncan up and down, her expression slightly fluctuating, and said softly, "Hijar said you are the smartest among them."

"If you unite with me, your offspring will possess both strength and wisdom."

"It will bring glory back to the Amazonian tribes."

These barbarians are still finding him women.

The fact that Hijr could actually use his brain was what surprised Duncan the most.

It seems he was badly tormented by the Amazon warriors.

Duncan neither agreed nor disagreed, but instead asked, "Even if you overthrow the Queen's rule, what will change?"

"Amazonian tribes converted to their native gods."

"Everything you've done is only treating the symptoms, not the root cause."

Storm Ella looked surprised and lowered her voice, saying, "We intend to convert to the faith of the raging gods."

It turns out to be here.

Upon hearing this, Duncan's expression shifted; he suddenly felt a desire to reap the rewards.

Athena? Minerva? Sulis?
where are you?
Do you want an Amazon warrior? Originally a follower of Ares, the god of war, and Artemis, the goddess of the hunt? Do you want her?

Duncan finally stood up and said, "Let's figure out how to rescue Hyjal first."

"We'll talk about other things later."

Without finding Athena's face, they can't pick this peach, and they will most likely still convert to the raging gods.

The power of the storm.

It can also be considered one of the core domains of the raging gods.

According to the script of the raging gods, this woman before them, Storm Ella, the perfect Amazon warrior, a woman who follows tradition and honor, should most likely belong to Hyjal. However, Duncan has changed too much along the way, and even Hyjal believes that Duncan should be given a woman, so some things have gone astray.

Without Duncan, perhaps Hyjal would have joined forces with her to overthrow the queen's tyranny, then brought the Amazon tribes back on track, and incidentally converted them to the faith of the raging gods.

But Hyjal has already been used as a tool for sowing seeds.

Regardless of whether he will conceive this time, his descendants will most likely appear. If a new queen ascends to the throne and the Amazon tribe converts to the wrathful gods, the entire scenario will complete its logical loop.

But now it's starting to look like there are two main characters. After Hyjal himself was trapped, the first person he thought of was Duncan.

He didn't believe Duncan would abandon him.

Duncan didn't abandon him either.

So, the most crucial question now is what Duncan wants to gain from this legendary event.

If all you need is a little Legendary Points, rescuing Hyjal, joining forces to overthrow the Queen, and helping the Amazon tribe convert, then an event is considered complete.

But Duncan wanted more!
He even suspected that the godlike power here was on the hunting list of the raging gods.

Duncan wants to make a big splash!
The struggles on a secular level involve figures like Hyjal, Duncan, Storm-Era, and Queen Oretia, who are the protagonists of this story and legendary heroes.

But beyond the mundane world, behind this mythical drama lies the demise of a native deity of the Storm Islands.

It's highly likely that this godlike power will be divided up and devoured!
Duncan wanted to take a bite of meat.

The flesh and blood of God.

If this is to be done, the script cannot end easily. He must be given time to find Athena's face. Without Athena's help, given the current favor of the raging gods, he will most likely not get much of a share of the spoils, at most just a sip of soup.

He and Hyjal are both the wrathful gods' top henchmen. Once they overthrow the mortal queen, the next step will be for the wrathful gods to turn their attention to the native gods.

No one expected Duncan to think so far ahead.

Storm Ella stared at Duncan, who was deep in thought, and assumed he was trying to figure out how to rescue Hyjal. She couldn't help but whisper, "I know where he's being held."

"With your cooperation, we can find a chance to rescue him."

They coordinated from within and without to rescue people and then turn the tables.

With the mind of a raging god, Duncan didn't think the script would be too complicated, because if it were, even the barbarian's brain wouldn't be able to keep up.

Given Hyjal's intelligence, he can't handle anything too profound.

"and then?"

Duncan countered, "Are you taking me with you on the run?"

He joined forces with Haigar.

It is indeed possible that a god descended to earth and wiped out the entire Amazonian tribe.

But then there would be no chance to change the script.

Duncan said slowly, "Hijar will be alright for now, right?"

Storm Ella nodded and said, "Yes."

"Queen Oretia desires a child of divine blood, so he will be fine for the time being."

"At least until the Queen becomes pregnant."

Hyjal is excellent as a seed-laying tool, but Queen Oretia's plans are far more ambitious. She desires a group of offspring with divine blood, so she will take good care of Hyjal before she completely drains him.

We were treated to good food and drinks, and everyone enjoyed it together in the evening.

Duncan pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "Then we need a more detailed plan, seek other assistance, and find a way to solve this problem once and for all."

He was going to pick up his pen and rewrite the script of the raging gods.

Things are too simplistic and crude these days.

If they really come with such strength, I wonder how many of the barbarians who come with them will die.

Hyjal must have been completely exhausted from being toyed with.

His strength is now less than one-tenth of what it used to be.

If they are discovered by accident, even with Storm Ella's help, it won't be easy for Duncan to escape alone. Crete and the others will probably perish there.

He lost his comrades, then Hyjal unleashed his power, seeking revenge—something only a raging god would do.

Crete and others, Duncan is still safe.

At least, they shouldn't die so hastily.

He's going to lead this bunch of barbarians to slaughter the gods!
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(End of this chapter)