Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 261 The Battle of Myths! The Death List

The methods of fighting have changed, but the principles of warfare remain the same.

Duncan immediately summoned Ugal and the others, and ordered, "Take three hundred warriors and seize the ford on the upper reaches of the Thebit River. Make sure to cut off the supply lines to the upper and lower Gold Coasts."

The Gold Coast has three major rivers, with the Thebite River being the key river in the Lower Gold Coast.

Ugal and the others immediately responded, "Yes, Chief."

Barbarians generally referred to their leaders as chiefs or leaders. They had not yet transitioned to the era of kings, but large and small barbarian tribes did show signs of becoming northern kingdoms. As time progressed, tribal civilizations would eventually disappear.

"Let's go."

"Let's go and meet that enemy who dares to challenge us."

Duncan turned to look at the witch Greya, whose role was similar to that of Duncan's magical advisor, and quickly followed after being signaled.

Although the barbarian tribes were the attackers, their forces were actually quite small. The actual barbarians numbered only one or two thousand. On the other hand, the vassal states north of the Tebit River, who were the barbarians' vassals, sent an army of over six thousand men. They had long coveted the riches of the Gold Coast.

The barbarians still maintain ancient traditions. Their tribes have many slaves and vassals. Vassals are self-explanatory, and slaves are similar to the Helots of the Spartans.

In past wars, even in small-scale conflicts, a few hundred barbarian warriors could gather two or three thousand auxiliary troops.

Because if you fight bravely with the barbarians, they will give you spoils of war and make you famous. Bards will also include the brave warriors in their poems, and your status will even be elevated.

However, the barbarians are very crude and uncouth. If you are not a brave and skilled warrior, you will easily be looked down upon by them.

For example, now.

Upon seeing that the enemy in the distance was merely a tall, thin man, a servant army leader from the Kingdom of Thebes immediately became eager to fight. He was a jungle swordsman, skilled in hit-and-run combat, a sword and shield user, marked with a four-star silver-gray mark. This man couldn't help but exclaim, "Chief Quinn!"

"Please let me deal with him."

This enemy looks a bit sickly, with hardly any muscle on his body. Although he's not skin and bones, he doesn't seem like a formidable figure.

No sooner had he finished speaking than a barbarian warrior sneered, "That's the attendant of the Vulture Goddess. Do you think someone like you can handle him?"

As if feeling humiliated, the man glared angrily, but ultimately swallowed his anger.

He craved fame and glory.

However, no matter what, it's not their turn to lead the charge right now; a group of barbarian warriors from the north are already roaring and shouting.

Especially the burly man in the bearskin who had volunteered earlier, was looking at Duncan with great eagerness. Duncan knew that at this time, he had to go along with people's hearts. If he wanted to completely control these barbarian warriors, he would probably have to use some tricks.

"Brown from a polar tribe."

Duncan stared at the giant man, who was over two meters tall, and said in a deep voice, "Go and fight him."

"Be careful."

"This enemy seems to have some tricks up his sleeve."

The giant man in the bearskin was overjoyed. He knelt down on one knee and immediately set off with his weapon. The weapon he used was a serrated axe, which looked like the fangs of some kind of beast. It was crudely made, like that of a primitive man, but it was surrounded by a rich spiritual light. Although the forging process was not up to par, all kinds of spells, rituals, and sacrifices were added.

—Brown (Bear Hunter) (Polar Fighter) (Follower of the Daughter of the North Wind) (Five-Star Silver Grey)!
A follower of a polar demigod.

Many of the famous and legendary figures here are relatives of the gods.

Duncan's figure also appeared at the front of the battle. There was only one enemy coming. Further away were several servants dressed as followers, marked as 'corpse collectors', which were only one-star units.

—Shadow of the Vulture - Bet (Son of Muu) (Cow Nurter) (Cow Goddess's Favorite) (Five-Star Gold)!

He really is a ruthless character.

The witch Greya seemed to know something about this man. She stood behind Duncan and whispered, "He is the son of Muu. Legend has it that he was abandoned because he was ugly. He was raised by a white cow and wandered the wilderness for many years, accompanied by vultures and wolves."

"This person is not easy to deal with."

The person in the distance looked sickly, with loose skin, a drooping chin, a slightly pointed head, and sparse hair, resembling a human-shaped vulture.

However, this man behaved politely, quietly waiting for the barbarian warrior to approach, without even taking out the slingshot from his waist.

"Brown from a polar tribe."

The burly barbarian warrior raised his battle axe, scrutinizing his opponent from head to toe. His expression gradually grew serious, for he sensed the aura of death—a decaying, rotting aura, like that of a scavenger.

Legend has it that this Vulture Shadow spent several years in the tomb, and no one knows how he survived.

“Bete from the Wasteland of Bones”.

The other party nodded slightly in acknowledgment, placing his right hand on the Muu curved knife at his waist. This was a sacrificial weapon, relatively short, about the length of a dagger, with a jet-black surface. From a god's-eye view, one could see the spiritual light condensed on it, and ancient runes were engraved on its surface.

He feared the barbarian warriors might suddenly attack, so he entered battle mode prematurely.

However, he underestimated the barbarians' pursuit of glory.

After greeting them, Brown surprisingly began to retreat, his gaze fixed on the other's slingshot. He retreated two hundred paces before stopping, picking up his heavy round shield, raising his serrated axe, and entering combat stance.

"The barbarians are indeed as obsessed with glory as the rumors say."

The vulture's shadow looked slightly surprised.

If the opponent had attacked directly, he would have been at a slight disadvantage, since he was also a marksman. However, the opponent's retreat gave him an opportunity and also made him realize the Barbarian's passion for 1v1 duels in Glory.

In Warcraft, the orcs have a sacred and honorable dueling ritual called Magokra.

Barbarians also enjoy these life-or-death duels.

Roar!
With a battle cry, Brown entered his legendary berserk state.

The earth trembled.

When he ran, he was like a rampaging polar bear. Although he retreated two hundred paces, that distance was only half a breath for the raging barbarian. He was like a human tank charging forward, raising his shield to protect his head and vital organs, and immediately charged forward.

As he faced him, the Vulture Shadow drew a slingshot from his waist in an instant. As it spun at high speed, the stone projectile flew out and hit Brown's knee with perfect accuracy, causing him to stagger.

However, this injury has no effect on the berserk barbarian. In his legendary berserk state, even if you stab him in the heart, he can still go berserk and fight you for several more rounds.

boom!
The sling shouldn't have been so powerful, but the stone projectiles thrown by the Vulture Shadow were like cannonballs, actually shattering the shield in Brown's hand.

This reminded Duncan of Luger, the Celtic god-king, who, according to legend, used a rainbow and the Milky Way as a sling to launch a ball of light that killed the prototype of the Death Eye, namely Balor, the king of the deep sea giants.

boom!
Amidst the exploding debris, Brown leaped forward, blood spilling from his chest as his thick bearskin armor was pierced. But his movements were unwavering; he swung his serrated axe, and with a deafening clang, the Vulture Shadow was sent flying more than ten meters away.

A mouthful of blood spurted out.

Before the Vulture Shadow even landed, it spun and flipped in mid-air. Looking at the gap that had appeared in the Muu Blade, its expression changed slightly. The moment it knelt down to dissipate the force, it shot out like a spring. The aura of the spell surged, and the cold magical wind was filled with the aura of death. The Muu Blade flashed with a cold light, like a series of venomous snakes.

Mars shattered.

Faced with an opponent whose agility was beyond human comprehension, Brown unleashed a whirlwind slash, sweeping the enemy away. The opponent's sacrificial blade pierced his right arm, and Brown swung his fist, sending the enemy flying with a muffled thud, even leaving a few broken teeth in mid-air.

The barbarians' strength is terrifying.

Brown was practically a human monster. Although Vulture Shadow had the upper hand, he couldn't withstand several of Brown's attacks, while Brown himself would be seriously injured even if he only received one punch from his opponent.

After going berserk, barbarians can survive even severe injuries elsewhere as long as they protect their vital organs.

He was not afraid of trading injury for injury, or life for life.

"To wrest glory from the barbarians and forge a legend will not be so easy," the witch Greya whispered.

Barbarian duels are fought to the death.

Despite the difference in strength between the two, if they really fight, the barbarian often gains the upper hand by relying on his beastly instincts. In the end, it's all about willpower.

boom!
Both men were highly skilled in combat, one specializing in strength and the other in agility. Although the Vulture Shadow's attacks were more ferocious, he was actually more seriously injured, even though Brown only managed to hit him three times from start to finish.

After another collision, the two figures separated. The Vulture Shadow wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and suddenly his lips moved slightly. A decaying gust of wind rose up, and in an instant, sand and stones flew all around.

Something was circling in the sky. When Duncan looked up, he saw a flock of menacing vultures swooping down.

The Vulture Shadow's Muu Blade gradually came to life, transforming into two venomous snakes coiled around his arms. His figure kept changing, his bones underwent mutations, and his entire head actually transformed into the outline of a humanoid vulture, with a pair of tattered wings emerging from his back.

"Transfiguration." "He's going to fight to the death!" the witch Greya said solemnly.

The vulture's shadow, which had cast the transformation spell, had already taken on a half-human, half-beast form. Transformation magic in this era was not yet systematic, and many transformation spells had their own origins.

"Come! Fight!"

Faced with the flock of vultures descending from the sky, the polar fighter Brown was fearless. He roared, creating a whirlwind, and the biting cold wind surrounded his body.

Death is like the wind!

"Daughter of the North Wind! Look upon me!"

Barbarians spend their lives pursuing glory, fighting under the watchful eyes of the gods—the glorious battles they crave.

Runes lit up on the polar fighter's serrated axe, a biting wind whipped up a storm, and wind blades cut through the ground like sword energy. A layer of frost surrounded the blade as he roared and charged forward, his entire body spinning like a top at high speed. The blade even created a small tornado on the flat ground.

From Duncan's God's-eye view, the two people on the projected screen simultaneously appeared in a state of 'divine power'.

Barbarians cannot cast spells.

Their spells are basically invoking the power of the raging gods; this is no longer just unleashing a powerful attack, but rather summoning all the divine power and magical artifacts bestowed by the gods.

boom!
Blood and flesh were scattered everywhere. Vulture feathers and blood fell to the ground and transformed into blood-shadow-like jackals. They pounced forward like ghosts and tore at him. Countless feathers flew like sharp arrows, instantly impaling Brown in front of them, leaving him covered in blood.

A muffled groan.

The polar warrior was completely blind, with countless bird feathers piercing his eyeballs and several blood-red jackals tearing at his thighs. But his furious roar, like a sonic shockwave, created a ring of wind blades around him.

——Polar Warrior-Brown [Undying Berserker] (Crimson Five-Star)!

He was like a giant bear on the verge of death and rampage. The serrated axe in his hand flew out in a blur, and then, despite being completely blind, he pounced into the air. His massive figure soared dozens of meters into the air and directly grabbed the enemy in front of him. His blindness did not affect his beast-like fighting instincts.

Click!

A shrill scream.

The Vulture Shadow's body was locked in place, and then all the bones in its body shattered, with broken bones even piercing out from under the flesh, blood gushing out. This sickly enemy was brutally strangled in mid-air, his entire body turning into a pile of rotten flesh.

"Wrathful gods! Witness my glory!"

The Arctic warrior Brown seized the enemy's vulture-like head, twisted it off with his massive hand, and roared at the rolling dark clouds in the sky, a roar that echoed across the earth.

Then, he slowly knelt on one knee, his breath growing weaker and weaker.

The power of the undead rage is dissipating.

"Rescue!"

Duncan decisively gave the order, and the witch Greya also took out a bottle of potion and had it poured into the mouth of the polar warrior.

As she rose, the witch shook her head slightly and said, "She is completely blind; her eyeballs have been destroyed."

"Unless the gods bestow divine grace, he is already a useless person."

Too brutal.

This scene shocked the leader of the vassal army who had previously wanted to take the initiative to fight. He felt that if he really went in, he might die instantly the next second.

Winning the attention of the gods and receiving their divine favor is no easy task.

A gentle north wind caressed the polar warrior's body.

Behind the crowd, priestesses from the polar ice fields helped up the critically injured Brown. They administered a potion to the polar warrior and then pulled out the bird feathers that had pierced his body one by one. Only a barbarian could survive such an injury; anyone else would have been dead long ago.

The witch Greya was shocked. She had considered that the enemies she would face when she left the mountain would be extraordinary, but if they were all such enemies, she might not even have time to cast spells.

The heroes of the world are like the crucian carp crossing the river.

In the age of mythology, there were too many legendary figures, and she was just one of the insignificant ones.

At that moment, several people dressed as servants walked over from a distance.

Their figures were hunched over as they knelt before the barbarians, pleading, "Please allow us to take back our master's body."

Corpse collector.

She really does live up to her name.

Duncan turned to look at the critically wounded and dying Arctic Warrior, who nodded slightly. The barbarians then returned the head and body of the Vulture Shadow to the corpse collectors. As for the strange equipment on his body, forget about it; according to barbarian tradition, it was their spoils of war.

The body collectors knelt down gratefully, then held the head in their hands, pieced the body back together, sealed it in a body bag, and carried it away.

"He's just a servant of a beast worshipper."

"And he's not even a descendant of gods."

"It looks like the enemy we'll face in this battle will be very, very strong."

Duncan couldn't help but think of Hyjal. The news from there was that Hyjal was seriously injured, severely wounded by Fayum, the legendary one who possessed four times the power of a god. Fayum, the crocodile god's favorite, also possessed terrifying brute strength, and had become famous much earlier than Hyjal.

This is not a war fought by ordinary people.

Under the watchful eyes of the gods, it is no different from a fictional battle of soldiers against soldiers and generals against generals, with the gods' favorites, chosen people, and divine children all appearing one after another.

Essentially, this is a war waged by the spokespeople of the gods.

Because if the gods themselves were to intervene, the price to pay if they lost would be too high.

But things aren't so easy to control.

Whether it's the raging gods or the gods of the Golden Coast, once they really get into a fight, it's their true forms who personally take the hit.

Duncan ordered the troops to continue their advance.

He turned to look at the witch Greya beside him. Her expression was very solemn. If she were facing enemies of this level, her chances of becoming a god would be slim. Without clinging to Duncan's coattails, she might not even survive three episodes after leaving the mountain.

A vulture's cry rang out.

After bringing back the corpse of the Vulture Shadow, the men stopped on a distant cliff. They stripped the legendary figure of his clothes, and then swarms of vultures descended to peck at and dismember his body.

In the blink of an eye, not even a bone was left, only a pool of blood on the ground.

In a hazy, indistinct state.

A blurry phantom appeared on the distant horizon. It was a deity in the shape of a vulture, surrounded by translucent animal spirits. After the vultures took flight again, the soul of the vulture's shadow also transformed into a half-human, half-beast form and disappeared into the horizon with her.

The gods are undergoing transformation, and the early divine kingdom system has already taken shape. These followers will become otherworldly divine servants after death, and will be the cornerstone of the divine kingdom system in the future.

But once a person dies, even if they are reincarnated, it is very difficult for them to walk in the mortal world.

Some of the gods' servants were placed on the death list by the gods' arrangement, since they could live for a long time, while the messengers of other world gods had to be reincarnated.

This threshold is probably what makes it legendary.

If one is not a legendary powerhouse in life, it is very difficult for them to be reborn as a high-level otherworldly divine messenger after death.

"It seems that they still have the support of the gods of the Beast Worship Cult."

This vulture goddess, incarnate, holds a white crown. Her temple is the Great Necropolis and the City of the Dead, a remote city in the desert region named the City of the Dead. Her priests wear robes adorned with vulture feathers.

In legend, she hovers above the emperor's head and is the guardian of royal power. She is known as the mother of mothers, the white cow of the Nicolás River.

"This godforsaken place is teeming with spirits!"

"Could we find an opportunity to kill one or two true gods?"

Duncan, carrying his heavy grandfather, looked out at the distant city-states. Almost every city-state had its own local gods, along with primordial gods who had been absorbed and assimilated, and demigods who were subordinate to them.

This mythical war will not end without the deaths of several true gods!

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(End of this chapter)