Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 275 Capturing Three Kings and Destroying Four Kingdoms

Westmir.

Anne Potter appeared at the harbor, surrounded by a group of guards. Just as she was about to return to her palace, a commotion suddenly broke out ahead. A guard stepped forward to report that a group of people had blocked her way and were not making any move to give way.

Who dares to block her way?
Annie Porter's face showed a hint of displeasure. She had been Queen of Westmir for almost half a year now, and thanks to the foundation laid by Duncan and the recent legends about the steppe Khan, she was doing quite well in the overseas island nations.

She was a very intelligent woman who always presented herself as Duncan's woman in formal settings and even placed an empty throne in the main seat of the palace.

This means that Duncan still holds the throne of Westmir Island.

Even if the man didn't care, she still had to do what she was supposed to do, since their relationship was indeed unusual.

It's like having access to everything.

This is a kingdom consisting of four small islands, similar to Corsica in the Mediterranean. Annie Potter governs this land quite well, and the population of around one million is well within her capabilities. She also gains the support of many people because of her gentle approach.

These types of overseas island nations, as long as they don't commit tragedies or perish at the hands of powerful enemies, may well develop into constitutional monarchies in the future.

"She is the priestess of Lady Raging Waves."

At this moment, a concubine stepped forward and whispered, "Your Highness, let's let them go first."

A hint of anger flashed across Annie Porter's face, then she nodded slightly and said, "Let's wait and see."

Duncan is no longer here.

It wasn't until Duncan left that she realized everything she had was given to her by that man. Once he left, Annie Porter's status and power also declined significantly, and she could no longer use royal power to suppress divine power.

In front of the numerous guards was a magnificent carriage, upon which sat a sea god priest draped in a splendid robe, his body resting on a Persian carpet. His attire suggested he was a wealthy old man of the time, exuding an air of nouveau riche.

The man wore several gemstone rings on his large fingers, flanked by beautiful female slaves, and held a stunning prostitute from Thebit in his arms. The sea god priest didn't seem to care that he had accidentally blocked the queen's carriage. Instead, he picked up a crystal goblet and drank it all in one gulp, then casually ordered the caravan to leave.

Behind the convoy followed a dozen or so barbarian sea warriors, all reeking of alcohol, as if they had just had a feast.

The Gold Coast is very rich.

In particular, the seas in this area are relatively calm and suitable for maritime trade. So after the territory was taken over, the church that worshipped Lady Raging Waves also got a share of the spoils. Since the gods themselves do not need worldly wealth, this wealth naturally fell into the hands of the church's priesthood.

Everyone took a little, and everyone became incredibly wealthy. Their daily lives were filled with extravagance. It's easy to imagine how quickly these barbarians, who were used to a life of hardship, fell into decadence after suddenly becoming rich.

They drank, fought, chased women, and indulged in extravagant lifestyles. In places where the gods could not watch, they lived more luxuriously than priests of monotheistic religions.

This is only in the overseas islands; the situation is even more serious on the Gold Coast.

The gods of the Gold Coast didn't do anything by themselves, except make the barbarians rich.

In some places, the status of the barbarians is even deliberately elevated, which directly leads to their downfall and makes the indigenous people extremely disgusted with their crude and barbaric nature.

With the minds of barbarians, without restraint, they can easily destroy themselves.

They have created chaos and public resentment in many places.

In just six months, the people's support has been basically gone.

The raging gods were no better, for their order forced mortals to offer sacrifices to please the gods.

"The barbarians have become corrupt too quickly."

Annie Potter seemed to be lost in thought, not knowing what she was thinking. With Duncan backing her up, which sea god priest would dare to give her the slightest bit of attitude? But now that Duncan had gone far away, those priests who served the gods were starting to look down on her.

We must endure this now.

Now is not the time to turn against each other. Only when that man returns can she stand tall again.

If Duncan were still here, a mere sea god priestess wouldn't dare block her way.

at the same time.

In the hilly land of dwarves, amidst the southern mountains, a down-on-his-luck man was wandering aimlessly. He was extremely robust and handsome, though his golden hair had turned gray. He looked young, but his face showed signs of vicissitude, and his whole being was shrouded in an aura of decadence.

He took a sip from the wine flask at his waist, gazed at the distant mountains, unsure of his destination, and could only go wherever the road took him. If he ran out of money, he would see if there were any unfortunate robbers or bandits nearby.

Haigar.

A legendary hero from the barbarian Thunder Beast tribe, a weakened version of Hercules in this world. He's not as strong, but his bursts of power are still terrifying, after all, he is a true second-generation god.

By the way, he is now the rebellious son of Kord, the god of strength.

He disobeyed the divine decree.

Hyjal chose self-exile, like a wanderer, his footprints covering the southern mountains.

During this period, he changed drastically. He lost his heroic spirit and his unruly temperament. Instead, he looked like a weathered middle-aged man. In fact, he was not yet thirty years old. Barbarians age quite quickly.

Even legendary powerhouses don't have very long lifespans on the warrior side; they probably fight too many battles and drain their life essence.

Just then, shouts of battle came from ahead.

Hyjal looked up blankly. He hadn't even brought his weapon; the dwarven battle axe he usually carried had been taken to pay for drinks in the previous town.

The caravan being besieged was a southern merchant caravan. Due to the ongoing war, some of the defeated soldiers had turned into bandits.

Hyjal initially paid no attention, but he soon stopped in his tracks because he saw a familiar figure and the insignia he was wearing.

The warriors of Tyr.

He once saved an ogre from the clutches of a dwarf in the hills. The ogre looked unchanged, but he had several companions with him, who seemed to be followers of Tyr, the god of justice.

"What power is that?"

Hyjal stared in astonishment as he saw a faint light, a white light, a holy light, a power that seemed to belong to another world.

It was very weak, but very tenacious.

These followers of Tyre, outnumbered but protecting the weaker members of the caravan, fought valiantly and were already at a disadvantage.

Hyjal looked around; he had no weapons, so he used them as payment for drinks.

He found a tree, uprooted it, and then, holding the ten-meter-long trunk, charged down it with great momentum.

Don't come over here!

This sudden turn of events stunned both sides in the battle. The Tyre warriors only saw a gust of wind rage, and then their enemies were sent flying one by one. Some were even flung into the air and landed without a sound.

The battle ended like a raging storm.

Hyjal looked at the caravan leader who had come to express his gratitude, yawned, and asked, "Do you have any wine?"

Life became boring without Quinn around.

There was no exciting competition.

No powerful enemies, no glory, no allies, nothing at all.

He felt like a stray hunting dog.

"It is Lord Hyjal."

The Tyr warrior recognized Hyjal, and the caravan leader seemed to have heard of them as well, given the legendary reputations of the two, with the other even being called a god-slayer. He hurriedly ordered someone to bring wine, and Hyjal took a sip, looked the other man up and down, and lazily asked, "Where are you planning to go?"

The caravan leader said, "We originally planned to go to the Kingdom of Lydia."

"but."

"I heard their country was destroyed."

These merchants buy goods from the dwarves and then deliver them to the human kingdoms. The dwarves' territory is not large; they prefer to live in the mountains, caves, and underground, and do not have much interaction with humans.

Lydia was destroyed?

Hyjal looked surprised upon hearing this and asked, "Who destroyed it?"

The caravan leader whispered, "I'm not sure. I heard they're a very powerful nomadic tribe from the East called the Torgut."

Hyjal seemed to have thought of something.

After a moment's thought, he asked, "So, where do you plan to go next?"

The caravan leader said, "To the Kingdom of Urartu."

Hyjal then spoke with the Tyr warriors. Their sect was just beginning to rise, and they mainly took on guard jobs because they had no money and had to work to earn money to establish their church.

The early gods were all makeshift groups, and the Tyrian warriors fought solely on their passion.

"Well."

"I'll go with you."

Haigar clapped his hands, sat in a carriage, took a swig from his wine jug, and said, "You provide me with food and lodging, and I'll ensure your safety."

"correct."

“Tell me who Tyr is. Isn’t he the god of war? How did he become the god of justice?” “And another thing.”

"The power you just used was very peculiar."

"Could you let me see it again?"

A power like holy light.

It is not strong, but it is very pure. Ordinary people simply cannot control it; only those with extremely firm beliefs can possess it.

These people called themselves paladins, or holy knights.

Their power stems from Tyr's influence. Although no one knows where Tyr has gone, his faith continues to spread on a small scale. Tyr has shown signs of converting to worship of the gods, and the wildness of the Norse pantheon is almost entirely absent in him, taking a completely different extreme from Thor.

The team quickly set off again.

Hyjal was more patient than before. He could actually sit down and listen attentively to the Tyr warriors as they explained their doctrines, and would occasionally pause to ponder, ask various questions, and then wear a thoughtful expression.

Occasionally, when he compared Tyr to the raging gods, he found that Tyr clearly looked more like a respectable deity.

However, the barbarians did not quite agree with Tyr's teachings.

Their journey was not so smooth, because not long after, they received some news.

The Kingdom of Urattu has been destroyed!

The king has been captured.

The caravan leader was devastated upon hearing the news. He had never dealt with the nomads of the East before, only that they were known for their plundering. So the caravan had no choice but to change course again and head to a neighboring country, a small nation called Hittir.

But they hadn't been on their journey for more than a few days when news came back.

The Hittite kingdom also perished.

The king was also arrested.

There are many small kingdoms in the southeastern border region. The caravan leader gritted his teeth and decided to go to a small country by the sea, where he could return to the south by sea and also import goods from the Gold Coast.

But when they arrived, they were completely stunned, because the country had also been destroyed.

Captured three kings and destroyed four kingdoms.

A powerful nomadic tribe from the East called the Torgut was advancing triumphantly. In just a few months, they conquered four countries in succession, and even captured three kings alive. They were just one short of having enough for a mahjong game.

Suddenly, most of the kings of this land were gone, all of them captured by the nomads from the east.

But before anyone knew it, Hyjal had already disappeared.

The Gulf of Assyria.

There was once a country on this land, but it was quickly destroyed.

At this moment, a mighty nomadic cavalry appeared at the edge of the horizon, followed by armies from all directions gradually gathering here. Everywhere you looked were nomadic tents, and the most magnificent one, a golden tent, was located in the southwest, looking as luxurious and magnificent as a moving palace.

"That's the golden tent of Chagatai Khan over there."

Boklie pointed to the golden tent in the distance and respectfully said to the man beside him, "He conquered five small countries nearby and fought against the Undead Legion in the Gat region."

"Each side has its wins and losses."

The name seemed to give Duncan pause for thought.

He raised his riding crop and said, "Let's go. Let's go and meet him."

There weren't any major battles during this period. Duncan only made a few moves, yet he captured three kings, destroyed four countries, and earned five or six legend points, all added together. The small countries in this land only had a population of around a million, and many of them were tribal.

Behind him, dozens of the Khan's personal guards stood on either side, their sharp eyes fixed on the others.

The nomads in the distance seemed to have heard the commotion, and soon someone came to greet them and take them to the Golden Tent. Compared to Duncan's unremarkable entourage, Chagatai Khan, who had arrived earlier, was much more imposing. He didn't even ride a horse, but sat directly on a magnificent golden carriage, looking like an emperor of an eastern country, his aura completely overshadowing the other steppe Khans.

They've become successful.

As one of the first nomadic tribes to invade Eurasia and Central Asia, Chagatai Khan conquered very rich regions.

I heard that he also took in several kings' concubines, totaling over a hundred.

Duncan has now completely replaced Kereit Khan and become the leader of the Torghut tribe. The prevailing trend on the steppe is for many tribes to annex each other. After conquering the subcontinent, all the other nomadic tribes, whether they actively surrendered or were passively annexed, became part of the Torghut tribe.

Today, the Torgut tribe is a large tribe with hundreds of thousands of people.

Before the golden tent.

Duncan noticed a row of prisoners and turned to ask, "What's going on here?"

Behind him, Bokrei whispered, "Boast of force!"

“These are all princes and nobles captured by other tribes, some of whom are even kings.”

understood.

You're boasting about conquering several countries, aren't you?
Everyone is fighting small countries with populations of a few hundred thousand or a million. There's really nothing to brag about. If Duncan were to bring over all the indigenous tribal chiefs of the subcontinent, this place would probably be too crowded.

"go."

“Bring the three kings we just captured over here. They don’t need to be locked up; just put them outside.”

Speaking of prisoners, coincidentally, Duncan just captured three kings.

at this time.

A loud eagle cry rang out.

As the groups arrived at the Golden Tent, the tribal leaders of many nomadic peoples from the grasslands also gathered together. When Duncan entered, he looked up and saw a majestic middle-aged man, who should be the most powerful chief of the grassland tribe.

Wanling is desperate. Over the past few hundred years, the nomads have shown signs of becoming Mongolized.

An upgraded version of the Huns.

Before the grassland assembly even began, chaos had already broken out inside, because Chagatai Khan had placed his seat in the very center, on a throne similar to that of an emperor, to demonstrate his power and wealth.

Duncan was placed in the corner on the right. Boklie wanted to draw his sword, but Duncan stopped him with a look.

According to the rules of the grasslands, in such situations where the dispute cannot be resolved and the priorities cannot be distinguished, a fight will eventually break out.

"Are you a barbarian from the north?"

The other person's tone was full of distrust. Staring down at Duncan, he said in a deep voice, "Where is Kreik Khan? Why isn't he here?"

Duncan calmly met the other's gaze and said indifferently, "I am now the Khan of the Torgut tribe."

"As for Kereit Khan."

"He has decided to retire peacefully and enjoy his later years as king in Ternor."

Duncan rose to prominence too quickly.

In addition to his status, even with the favor of the gods, he was still ostracized by other grassland leaders. He led the Tuerhut tribe to this place, most likely wanting to get a share of the spoils. They did not think they had lost to the Undead Legion, but only suffered a small strategic loss.

If we could sit down and discuss things, the grasslands wouldn't be in such chaos.

Duncan observed everything indifferently and left early at the end of the conference. There were too many voices from the ununited grassland tribes. The great expedition would only begin when they had only one voice.

"Summon the army."

"A tough battle is about to begin."

Duncan's gaze was icy. The power of all spirits wouldn't easily affect the interior of the grasslands; it was highly likely they would have to fight each other to the death.

Today, there are more than a dozen tribes of nomadic people in the East, and a large number of khans. The larger ones lead hundreds of thousands of people, while the smaller ones only have tens of thousands. Duncan does not have many competitors. Judging from the way he is being ignored today, they will find an excuse to start a war against the Torgut tribe in at most half a month.

really!

Before long, a storm of public opinion swept through the nomadic people of the grasslands, focusing on Duncan's alien identity. He was not of nomadic origin, but came from a barbarian tribe in the north. Even with the blessing of all spirits, he could not become the leader of the grasslands.

Whether one can become Khan is not determined by status, but by defeating and crushing all the tribes.

Subsequently, news of Kreik Khan's imprisonment by Duncan also spread.

Duncan was not given a chance to explain, nor did he need to. Just a few days later, the leaders of other tribes on the grassland united and prepared to send troops to annex the Torgut tribe.

Come here.

This battle was unavoidable; whoever won would become the Khan of the grasslands.

Torghut tribe VS various tribes of the steppe.

A civil war broke out instantly.

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(End of this chapter)