Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 411 Showing Strength!

"Please come in, Mr. Duncan."

Adam, the governor of Tavan, warmly welcomed Duncan, a follower of the God of War, an old-school traditional warrior, but extremely cunning, who had won many brilliant victories and repelled the invasion of the orc warlords.

The God of War in this world is very strong and quite wise, because He protects the Goddess of Peace to some extent.

A goddess with meager divine power, equivalent to a demigod.

The god of war, Tempus, considered the goddess of peace, who was completely opposite to himself, to be too naive and weak. However, out of respect for her unwavering faith, he commanded his followers not to offend the priests, altars, or temples of the goddess of springs and peace.

Because without the backdrop of peace, war seems utterly meaningless.

The big spender has arrived.

Adam had clearly done prior research on the Pleasure Cult, and immediately arranged for a grand banquet to be prepared after Duncan's arrival.

The strategic location of Tavan is very important.

However, without the support of the Kingdom of Komier, their lives were not easy. Some strategic resources could only be obtained by relying on their financial backers in the rear. Without a doubt, the Church of Wealth was the financial backer who could support them through the difficulties.

Duncan wasn't particularly interested in the banquet.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Sara-Te Blantan immediately took over the negotiations. As a seasoned Upper Gold Bishop and one of the Five Fierce Women, no one could get a single penny out of her.

She came here not only to help Duncan, but also to open up trade routes in the Enoch Desert.

Good things are often unearthed from the ruins of the Nether Empire.

Worth a fortune.

If she could control this line, her influence would skyrocket, and she would be able to collect many rare items. (However, she was unaware that Shadow City, one of Faerûn's few remaining floating cities, would be returning in a few years.)
At this moment, Duncan also came to Liana Flameheart.

"Lord Duncan."

The former circus ringmaster stood up excitedly to greet him.

Duncan nodded slightly, then turned his gaze to Ms. Tyrell beside him and said softly, "Aren't you going to introduce this lady to me?"

Liana Flameheart looked surprised. She wasn't really stupid. When she saw Duncan take the initiative to greet her, she realized that the friends they had made recently might be a little unusual.

"nice to meet you."

"Duncan-Starfall."

Ms. Taelin rose gracefully, wearing a light blue fairy dress that revealed her elegant curves. The hem of the dress was adorned with lucky clover, a clear fairy style.

The lady offered him a glass of red wine and said softly, "Sir."

"Why don't we talk outside?"

Duncan smiled and nodded, then patted Liana Flameheart on the shoulder, giving her an encouraging look, meaning, "You did a good job."

The two walked toward the garden outside the banquet hall.

Adam's mansion was not luxurious, with only a symbolic courtyard. Under the bright moonlight, Lady Tyrell gazed at Duncan before her and exclaimed with admiration, "I never expected the legendary Lord Duncan-Starfall to be so young."

Legendary status.

In this world, it's a reputation that can be legitimately bestowed upon someone as a god.

Duncan smiled without speaking, his deep eyes fixed on the elegant woman before him, and said softly, "Madam, are you from the Comanso Forest?"

Ms. Tyrelia nodded, as if recalling something, and said, "I did indeed stay there for over a hundred years."

A fully grown bronze dragon, possibly even in its prime.

Lady Taelinia is a legendary unit, and the standard for a dragon to become legendary is adulthood. She seems to be proficient in magic, so she is likely close to adulthood.

"Why did you come here, madam?" Duncan asked curiously.

Ms. Tyreya didn't hide anything and calmly said, "It is said that evil lurks underground in Thunder Peak."

"Lord Oren, the Sun Bearer, and I have been ordered to guard this place."

understood.

Duncan immediately thought of the ancient shadow dragon lich; the true guardian should be Oren the Sunbearer, a powerful, elderly golden dragon. It had been mentioned in the Church of Wealth's intelligence, which indicated that gaining its support would make the subsequent actions much easier.

The golden dragon is wise, the silver dragon is affectionate.

The two main features of the metal dragon are underpinned by the bronze dragon, which is also quite powerful. The brass dragon, on the other hand, is very annoying, a chatterbox among chatterboxes, much like Tang Sanzang from Journey to the West.

Duncan inquired, "Where is Lord Oren, the Sunbearer?"

Lady Tyrell said softly, "Lord Oren has gone to the Comanso Forest and will probably be back in a couple of days."

Jinlong is a born leader.

They can even lead elves, because elves are very willing to form an alliance with the golden dragons.

Duncan looked thoughtful, his gaze toward Ms. Tyrell before him quite warm; these were two rather powerful potential allies.

There's a difference between slaying dragons in real life and playing games.

In the game, dragons will land and fight you hand-to-hand, and you can even trim their toes. But in reality, dragons never land. They fight in the air, either swooping down from the sky with a breath of dragon breath or launching a crushing attack. If you have the ability to fly, it's very difficult to fight a dragon in the air.

Getting a dragon to land is no easy task, and as for engaging you in melee combat on the ground, the best opportunity is to trap it in its lair.

Ms. Tyrell seemed very interested in Duncan, because she knew that this man had risen to prominence in just half a month. There were many rumors about him, but most of them were related to killing the chosen one who tormented the goddess Lauvita.

Duncan is now a true 'God-favored killer'.

When befriending dragons, the worst thing you can do is to be too familiar with them, unless you can offer enough benefits. Although there are differences in good and evil between the five-colored dragons and the metal dragons, the essence of all dragons is the same.

They are all misers.

Duncan chatted with Ms. Taelin about the customs and culture of the Comansor Forest and subtly invited her to visit Serganth. As the banquet drew to a close, the two politely parted ways. Duncan gently raised his hand like a gentleman, and Ms. Taelin smiled demurely, placing her gloved hand in his palm before returning to the banquet hall with him.

When they returned, Adam, the governor of Tavan, had a slightly changed expression. He had put a lot of effort into befriending the dragons.

Today, Duncan won the friendship of this elegant lady, Tyrell, with just a casual conversation.

This is the difference in status.

Or rather, most dragons will give their patrons a little face.

The party dispersed.

Sarala returned to Duncan's side like a golden butterfly. She had just reached an agreement with Adam and signed several large trade deals worth more than 100,000 gold coins.

She gazed at Ms. Tyrelia's departing figure and whispered, "You should know she's a dragon, shouldn't you?"

Duncan nodded calmly.

He beckoned to Liana Flameheart, who was not far away, and gestured to his attendant. Soon, he produced a rare gemstone brooch, inlaid with dazzling gems, exquisitely crafted, and extremely valuable. Duncan handed the box to the person in front of him and said softly, "Find an opportunity to give this gift to Ms. Tyrelia."

The best way to increase your favorability with the dragon is to give it money and gifts.

But don't rush it, take it one step at a time.

Liana Flameheart nodded slightly, glanced at the radiant Sarala beside Duncan, and left with a slightly disappointed expression.

Sarala watched her retreating figure, a mocking smile playing on her lips. "It seems this beautiful lady is one of your admirers."

"Should we go and comfort her tonight?"

The Pleasure Cult's obsession with love is second only to the Love Cult.

After all, Lady of Love is the supreme deity.

Duncan glanced at her expressionlessly, his deep gaze making Sarala feel inexplicably guilty.

After a while.

Duncan said calmly, "This is a battlefield, ma'am."

If you want to pedal, then you can go back and pedal; you can put it in whatever position you want.

Duncan never did any of those fancy things on the battlefield. Back when he led the barbarian army, it didn't matter if you went to a hotel and slept with prostitutes until you died after the battle. But if you went to the battlefield and still looked for women, don't blame him for killing without blinking an eye.

Sarala seemed momentarily stunned, gave an awkward smile, and immediately became obedient.

Since slaying the Lord of Pain, Marathos, Duncan's intimidating presence as a warrior has become so formidable that even they find it difficult to resist.

Of course, its legendary status also plays a significant role, given its established reputation.

Duncan didn't say much, but calmly instructed, "Have the others stay on guard. We're leaving tomorrow."

Several dozen kilometers away from Devanton, there is a Thunder Peak.

There are two dragons on the surface there.

Deep underground, below, lies a powerful ancient shadow dragon lich, a hidden stronghold of the Dragon Worship Cult.

It's no joke to say this is a battlefield.

In this godforsaken place, even the slightly larger cities can yield monsters like liches, evil creatures, and demons.

Silent all night.

The next day, Duncan led his team on their way. By then, his team had grown to several hundred men, mainly composed of three parts: first, the Joyful Messengers of the Cult of Pleasure, who were subordinates of the High Priest of Pleasure; second, the Temple Knights of the Church of Wealth, as well as hired adventurers—the Church of Wealth was known for its willingness to pay for thugs; and finally, the largest force, consisting primarily of soldiers under Adam's command. "Lord Duncan."

"The road leading to the Enook Desert is just ahead."

A wanderer emerges from the shadows.

These are adventurers recruited by Shadow Dancer Kevin. A group of people in the team were recruited temporarily, but fortunately they have a good reputation in the Adventurers' Guild and are all carefully selected talents.

Duncan unfolded the map, and beside him stood a human female mage, tall and slender, with the most striking feature being a golden coin on her full breasts.

Lucky Coins.

Duncan couldn't help but glance at her again, but he had no intention of taking what she wanted; this was Tamora's smile.

"Have the Laughter Guards clear out the nearby gnoll strongholds."

Duncan drew a few marks on the map, glanced at the people around him, and said, "Send out three five-man squads to take down the orcs' goblin outposts in the Gobi Desert."

Goblins love to rob orcs.

If the orcs don't raid, given their strength, they'll most likely only be able to fight the kobolds a few times during the winter, since they can at least have something to cook in each other's pots afterward.

At his command, several adventurer squads quickly dispersed.

Large-scale legion wars are rare in the entire world of Faerûn. The largest war in recent decades was the Tukan invasion of Faerûn. Here, it is all about traditional elite squad warfare. Even between nations, a legion of tens of thousands of people is already considered a large scale.

"grown ups."

"The Purple Dragon Knights of the Kingdom of Cormier have arrived at the crossroads," said the Shadow Dancer Kevin.

Duncan nodded slightly, glanced at Adam beside him, and said in a deep voice, "Take a rest, and launch a surprise attack at dusk."

"Get the wanderers out of here!"

The team quickly found a shady valley to set up camp.

In the afternoon.

Hundreds of elite cavalrymen arrived at the crossroads, led by Prince Asan. Upon seeing Duncan, he greeted him warmly, his expression revealing a hint of gratitude.

Duncan certainly wouldn't start by slaying the dragon; getting someone to risk their life requires a step-by-step setup.

Let's sacrifice two orc warlords as a flag-raising ceremony!

This is also a good opportunity to prove our strength.

Adam also stepped forward to greet him. His relationship with Prince Asan was one of cooperation and confrontation. He had his own ambitions, but also needed the support of the Kingdom of Komir.

Duncan had no interest in the infighting among these local forces.

He is in a position of power, and he is a major financial backer.

As the wanderers returned one by one, Duncan looked up at the sky and nodded slightly to Sarala beside him.

The purpose of going here was also to expand the influence of the Church of Wealth and the trade along the Golden Road.

Once the connection is established, a continuous flow of wealth will follow.

All of this money will eventually end up in Duncan's hands.

next second.

Sarala began to kneel and pray, holding a pure gold holy symbol, from which she summoned a pale golden pegasus from the torn portal.

——Celestial Horse (Otherworldly Creature) (Four-Star Blank)

Duncan stood there with his hands outstretched, and the servants of the Pleasure Cult immediately began to dress him in armor. This was a legendary suit of armor taken from the treasury of the Church of Wealth, called the 'Holy Golden Oath,' forged by the Church's archbishop using 'starfall gold,' and inscribed with the maxims of the 'Scripture of Wealth.'

Of course, Duncan didn't own it; he only had the right to use it.

Sara, who was standing nearby, stepped forward and put the 'Golden Hand' on Duncan. It was a pair of pure gold +5 strength gauntlets, which would allow Duncan to easily achieve the 'Titan's Grip'.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Duncan slowly lowered his mask.

Sarala, standing to the side, also took out a scroll and a scepter forged from pure gold. These were the church's sacred relics, the 'Scroll of the Holy Covenant of Wealth' and the 'Golden Seal Scepter of Law,' equivalent to legendary equipment in the eyes of adventurers, capable of activating the Mantra of Law.

Duncan gripped the Holy Seal Spear tightly, slung the recently replaced legendary greatsword 'Decapitator' over his shoulder, then looked at Prince Assange and Adam beside him and said in a deep voice, "Let's prepare to set off."

He was the first to arrive.

Behind Duncan, Prince Assange and Adam hesitated for a moment before quickly spurring their horses to follow. Behind them, a force of about five hundred elite troops quickly assembled, more than half of whom were elite cavalry.

North of the Enook Desert.

A standard orc bunker fortress.

Since the opening of the Orc Gate, Faerûn has faced its largest invasion of alien species. Although the Netheril Empire dealt a heavy blow to the Orc army, the Orcs became increasingly active after the Netheril Empire destroyed a large number of floating cities.

The Kingdom of Komir has been invaded by orcs for many years.

Prince Asan was very familiar with the orcs who were born with extraordinary strength, so when he learned that Duncan's tactical intention was to launch a direct frontal attack, his expression showed a hint of hesitation.

We can definitely win, but the casualties will likely be significant.

Adam, standing to the side, looked even more grave. He was worried that Duncan would send his soldiers to the front lines. Thevanton was already short-handed, and it wasn't worth wasting manpower on an orc fortress.

But it turned out that he was overthinking.

"Golden Team!"

"Come with me!"

With the thunderous sound of galloping hooves, Duncan led thirty-two riders in a direct charge. After the accompanying priests performed a divine spell, Duncan himself took the lead, swinging his lance and knocking down the fence outside the orc bunker.

Prince Asan was shocked and hastily ordered the Purple Dragon Knights to charge.

This is a big spender!

Duncan absolutely cannot have any accidents here, otherwise the aid that the Kingdom of Cormier has secured will be wasted.

Adam, who was standing nearby, quickly followed suit, as he needed the support of the Church of Wealth even more.

But what happened next was completely different from what they had expected. To everyone's astonishment, Duncan and his dozens of Golden Knights smashed down like an iron hammer, crushing the orc army in front of them with overwhelming force. With a flash of blood, an orc warrior was lifted up by Duncan's spear, and in the instant the spear swept across, more than a dozen orc goblins were sent flying.

A standard orc bunker typically has a population of thousands, with a core of several hundred orcs, plus attached goblins, gnolls, trolls, and others.

Such orc fortresses often have a warlord, who is most likely a legendary warrior.

Orcs are born to fight.

Within their race, mid- to high-ranking warriors are worthless; as long as they survive, they can be promoted, and becoming a legend is common.

boom!
Dozens of heavily armored cavalrymen were like runaway dump trucks. Sarella hurriedly cast a healing spell behind them, but they couldn't catch up at all. As Prince Asan led the Purple Dragon Knights in a rapid charge, Duncan had already pulled on the reins, and the Celestial Horse leaped over the fence and rushed into the simple orc fortress.

Flesh and blood flying everywhere!
The orc warriors who had just gathered at the sound of war drums were instantly routed by Duncan and the Golden Company knights. In the distance, an extremely burly orc warrior, over two meters tall and wearing half-body armor, appeared. Duncan immediately raised his lance, and his celestial horse neighed, launching a lance charge from over a hundred meters away.

—Bloodskull Clan - Bonebreaker - Gork (Warlord) (Five-star silver-grey)!

The extremely ferocious and wild orc warrior stared at Duncan before him. It roared and, as if in a rage, picked up the heavy giant axe beside it. Facing Duncan's charge with lances, it was fearless. A true orc would not back down at this moment, and it was also full of confidence in its combat skills.

War horses are galloping.

A majestic golden figure swept across the entire battlefield, rushing towards the orc warlord before him like a shooting star.

"Not good!" Prince Asan's expression changed slightly.

Even at the rear of the battlefield, Sarala Tebrantan couldn't help but hold her breath in tension. Warriors of Faerûn rarely fought head-on against orc warlords, and the difference in strength alone was something that ordinary human warriors could not contend with.

Time seems to stand still at this moment.

As the two figures passed each other, a long spear pierced the chest of the Bonebreaker-Gork. The Celestial Horse let out a loud neigh, seemingly very excited. Duncan's figure leaped up, and with a whirlwind of his Flame Demon Greatsword, he beheaded the enemy.

Blood spurts out!

Duncan's imposing golden figure stood in the setting sun, bathed in the blood of orc legend, and expressionlessly lifted the other's hideous head.

Not far behind him, the knights of the Golden Company let out bursts of frenzied battle roars.

They decisively defeated an enemy force several times their size in one fell swoop!

Too brutal.

Sarella Te Blantan's delicate body trembled slightly as she gazed at the heroic figure, her eyes sparkling with admiration. It was only at this moment that Prince Arthur's Purple Dragon Knights stormed into the orc fortress.

The battles in the Forgotten Realms are all small-scale legion battles, which significantly reduces the difficulty for Duncan in capturing enemy generals and flags.

This place often has legion battles with one or two thousand people, and he dares to charge straight at mages.

Further away.

The figure of the bronze dragon gradually disappeared. Since she had accepted the gift, she naturally had to look after the benefactor, but it was clear that she didn't need to help at the moment.

Use the money from the Wealth Church to build your own network of contacts.

Duncan has a lot of influence now.

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(End of this chapter)