Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 412 Sweeping Away the Trap
He was indeed an orc warrior.

Duncan hasn't encountered a warrior who dares to take his charge head-on for many years.

So, unsurprisingly, Bonecrusher Gork was instantly defeated by Duncan in one move. With his current strength, combined with the charge of the Celestial Horse and wielding the Holy Seal Spear of the Church of Wealth, the enemy had no chance of withstanding it.

Even at the moment of death, Gork the Bonebreaker's expression was one of disbelief; this was a terrifying brute force that no human could possibly possess.

Orcs are brave but clumsy. Their moves are wide and sweeping, with many openings, and they lack agility and coordination.

Therefore, orc warlords mostly use heavy weapons with a wide attack range to compensate for their lack of agility.

"But is this level of strength really enough to cause the Kingdom of Cormier so much trouble?"

"It seems that the human nations of Faerûn are indeed very weak."

Duncan just assessed that even in the Root world, a standard Gallic Oath Warriors chapter could potentially replace this orc warlord. As for a large-scale battle involving tens of thousands of people, once the Imperial ballistae are deployed, their cumbersome size would allow them to be easily killed by a hail of arrows.

"The gap between the power at the top and the power of the people is just too big."

"It has an upper limit, but it is not widespread."

Duncan retrieved his Holy Seal Spear and commanded the knights of the Golden Company to begin dividing the surrounding orc warriors. He aimed at a troll not far away and, with a hurled spear, pierced its skull.

However, the troll did not die. He then activated one of the few divine spells of the paladin class, using fire to burn and kill the troll in front of him.

A tiny, invisible glimmer of light seeped into the body.

Familiar abilities.

It is 'regeneration'.

Duncan also seized the berserk ability of the orc overlord, but unlike the barbarians of this world, the orc's berserk ability mainly increases burst damage rather than significantly activating potential to greatly increase strength attributes.

"Clean the battlefield."

As Duncan gave the order, the other warriors around began to clean up the battlefield, and some even set fire to the orc stronghold.

Sarala walked briskly to Duncan. She looked up at the man before her, her long, pale golden hair gleaming in the setting sun, a hint of something else shimmering in her eyes. She stepped forward, held out a silver kettle to him, and said softly, "Wash yourself."

Duncan nodded calmly. The orc's blood was foul-smelling, and he quickly washed himself with the help of a friendly waiter.

Sarala had seen Duncan fight before, but when facing the Lord of Pain, Marathos, surrounded by many others, the battle was so fast that she barely saw anything.

But today, she truly witnessed how easily Duncan could annihilate a notorious orc warlord.

The Bonebreaker-Gork is legendary in this desert; it is even rumored to have killed a giant, as the giant's skull was found while cleaning up the battlefield.

But even such a strong player couldn't withstand a single move from Duncan.

"I still need to kill more legendary warriors to significantly improve my physical abilities." Duncan looked at his haul and was quite satisfied.

—Legendary Robustness LV1 [Legendary Specialty]: Your physique surpasses the limits of mortals, permanently increasing your maximum health by 30 points, stacking up to ten times.

Orcs have thick skin and tough flesh.

Duncan acquired a fairly standard legendary ability, which allows late-game warriors to rival the survivability of a dragon.

"Mr. Duncan."

Adam, with a respectful expression, dismounted and walked over from a distance, saying, "The spoils of war have been collected."

This man is so strong!
If Duncan could kill the Orc Warlord in one lance charge, he could probably kill him in one as well.

Duncan put down his water bottle, pondered for a moment, and said, "Take stock of the spoils and have the quartermaster distribute them to all the soldiers who participated in the battle when we get back."

This is the system of the Imperial Legion.

When Duncan commanded the Imperial Legion, it wasn't that looting was forbidden, but rather that it couldn't be done at will. Soldiers who looted on their own were guilty of a capital offense, but looting while obeying the Legion leader's orders was considered a merit.

All spoils of war belong to the legion and are then distributed one by one according to merits, rank, and other factors, ensuring that everyone receives a share from top to bottom.

This is an ironclad rule that absolutely cannot be wrong.

It is also the key to maintaining the strong combat power of the entire Imperial Legion, and the cornerstone of the Imperial Legion's discipline and obedience.

As long as they refrain from looting indiscriminately, the legion's discipline will be quite good.

For legion leaders, this is also a way to establish their authority and credibility. The distribution of spoils is a way to reach the grassroots level. If rewards and punishments cannot be clearly distinguished, it is difficult for a legion commander to achieve anything.

“Yes,” Adam replied respectfully.

It didn't take long.

Cheers erupted from the surrounding soldiers and adventurers, with some even praising Lord Duncan Starfall.

Duncan will also get a share.

But this reward is most likely given to the Golden Order knights or members of the Cult of Pleasure, because they are not short of money at all. If they are short of money, they can go back and kick the Great Mother of Bliss as much as they want. After kicking her, she will automatically generate gold coins.

Sara stood to the side, gazing at Duncan's sharply defined profile. In just one battle, this man had rallied the morale of his troops.

The Purple Dragon Knights might be a bit lacking, after all, they are the army of the Kingdom of Cormier, but with Duncan's support, she is even confident that she can directly control Adam's local forces.

Duncan handed the spear to a servant beside him and then walked toward Prince Assange.

Wherever he went, the surrounding warriors greeted him, and even members of the Purple Dragon Knights bowed their heads in respect.

“Your Excellency Duncan.” Prince Asan looked equally shocked.

He dismounted to greet him.

Because, in his own honest opinion, he was only 50% confident that he could catch Duncan's lance charge.

"How many orc strongholds are there around here?" Duncan asked in a deep voice.

Prince Asan pondered for a moment, then looked up and said, "There are probably three more orc bunkers, but the other roaming orc raiders are not a concern."

That won't kill many monsters.

Duncan looked slightly disappointed and said slowly, "I can't stay in Tevandon for too long. Tomorrow we'll take them down in one fell swoop."

You only get powerful monsters to slay during major events.

If this were during the time when the Slaughter God was active, one could encounter high-ranking or even legendary orc warriors in the wild. However, Duncan wasn't in a hurry, because a major side event of the Holy Cataclysm was coming soon: rescuing Lady Wealth, Woking, and breaking through the lair of one of the three giants of the Abyss.

Night falls.

When Duncan returned, the Pleasure Cult's servants had already set up their tents. His personal attendants, both men and women, were all excellent at serving others. Since pleasure naturally requires service, many people started as pleasure servants before rising to the middle or upper echelons of the church.

A sumptuous meal was laid out, but there was no wine; Lord Duncan rarely drank alcohol when he was out.

Liana Flameheart was also making the bed and folding the blankets, helping the two servants spread the velvet carpet from the storage bag inside the tent. The servants took out a crystal lamp that had been blessed with an inextinguishable flame, then tidied up the corners of the tent, bowed and took their leave.

These are all people around the Mother of Great Bliss. Even when she goes out, she lives in extreme luxury.

At this moment, Sarala, who had clearly dressed up, arrived. This was the desolate outskirts, where water was scarce, but fortunately, the priests possessed water-making magic. Her long, wet, pale golden hair cascaded down, exuding a languid beauty. She casually knelt beside Duncan, and her fair legs were now adorned with something resembling stockings. Given the level of civilization in Faerûn, they could even create stockings, but only the priests of the Goddess of Love favored them. They used ice silk from underground spiders—the very spiders raised by the drow elves—making them extremely expensive.

They love beauty very much.

Not far from Duncan's tent, Prince Asan ate and slept with the soldiers, occasionally glancing up in this direction, and couldn't help but marvel at the wealth of the Church of Wealth.

Duncan doesn't do these things; he'd rather lead his soldiers to victory and win spoils than share their hardships.

He glanced at Sarala beside him, put down the desert roasted meat in his hand, and said softly, "Any news?"

Sarala gently tossed her long, flowing hair aside and smiled sweetly, saying, "A message."

"You'll definitely be interested."

Duncan noticed the appearance of a magical creature, a mage hired by Sarala.

He looked up and said, "Tell me."

Sarala picked up a silver goblet and poured herself a glass of water. She casually moved closer to Duncan and whispered, "There are rumors that the Church of Tyre is planning to forge an unprecedentedly powerful artifact."

"They are searching all over the world for Tyr's lost eye."

Eye of Tyr?

The Holy Avengers?!

Duncan did indeed show a hint of interest.

Although the Holy Avenger has appeared, it is not in its complete form. The Holy Avenger in its strongest form is when it has an eye of Tyr, the god of justice, embedded in it. At that time, it is a powerful artifact that can kill gods and Buddhas alike.

This thing is designed to be used against demons and evil. If Duncan had it, he could cut down even a demon lord. "Have you found it?" Duncan asked in a deep voice.

Sarala shook her head and said, "It's not that easy. Other forces won't easily allow such a powerful artifact to be created."

"And they already have a pale justice."

At this point, Sara paused for a moment, observing Duncan's expression. Seeing that he seemed very interested, she said, "The Church of Tyre also asked us for help."

"Wu Shang Jin provided some financial and informational support."

Duncan paused for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "Find a way to help them, and then find an opportunity to borrow it."

"It might come in handy when we find the lady in the future."

Holy Avengers.

This sword is almost impossible to possess exclusively; at most, it can be borrowed, because it ultimately belongs to the paladin.

Duncan needs to fight his way through the abyss, and there's no weapon more suitable than the Holy Avenger.

Upon hearing Duncan's words, Sarada's breath hitched. She seemed to have made a connection to something, but she remained silent, staring at Duncan with a look of astonishment.

Does this man already know the whereabouts of the Goddess of Wealth?

She was a little hesitant to ask.

But in the end, she took a deep breath and said, "Okay. I'll do my best."

Duncan nodded in satisfaction, his eyes filled with approval.

He even offered Sarella some food, and this friendly gesture made the Upper Gold Bishop smile even more charmingly.

"The dragon spear you requested is almost finished being forged."

"It will be delivered by the day after tomorrow at the latest."

Sarala put down her plate and said in a deep voice, "If you want to use it, you'd better find a dragon as your mount."

"The Celestial Horse is probably not suitable."

Duncan calmly replied, "I know."

"fine."

"I'll find a way."

Duncan needs a dragon now, preferably one with the ability to fight head-on. There are currently two options: one is the silver dragon in the Comanso Forest, but it's uncertain whether it will work out; the other is a local dragon, the Sunbowman Oren, which is probably difficult to acquire because gold dragons are generally quite proud.

But Ms. Tyrell could give it a try, since she is clearly very interested in Duncan and might be willing to let him ride her, as long as she pays the right price.

The last resort is the dragons of the Church of Wealth, but the young dragons don't have the courage to face the ancient red dragons, and there might be unexpected events if they actually go to the battlefield. Duncan needs at least an adult or even a strong dragon as a mount.

Duncan can't put all his hopes on chance; the probability of blocking the dragon's nest is too small. He needs to be prepared for air combat.

Sara observed Duncan's expression, and she was already somewhat confident that this man could slay the dragon.

Silent all night.

The next day, Duncan led his elite cavalry in a surprise attack on the orc stronghold. This time, in addition to the knights of the Golden Company, he was also accompanied by Prince Assange's Purple Dragon Knights and Adam's Devon Knights. If they could deal with these orc overseers, the region could enjoy at least a few years of peace.

The entire battle was almost devoid of any fancy or elaborate elements.

Unless the chosen one of the orc god Gruush appears, the local orc warlords are in a chaotic mess, with at most two or three thousand orc strongholds. He took them all with a single charge led by three hundred elite knights.

Push, break, crush.

Duncan's entire battle was almost a return to basics, directly exploiting the enemy's weak points, then crushing the morale of the orc warriors, and finally killing the high-ranking overlord. A legion of one or two thousand men simply could not withstand the heavy cavalry.

The only setback was when they encountered some orc shamans at the final stronghold, resulting in a few casualties. Otherwise, it was basically a one-sided victory.

“This Lord Duncan’s skill in commanding cavalry is second only to one I have ever seen,” Prince Asan exclaimed in amazement.

The Purple Dragon Knights commander beside him asked in confusion, "Your Majesty? Who are you talking about?"

Prince Asan said softly, “The Great Khan of the Tukans, Yamen.”

One commands light cavalry, the other commands heavy cavalry; both are top-notch tactical masters, perhaps even more capable than the Red Knights' followers.

Looking at the completely routed orc warriors before him, Prince Asan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and said, "The border can finally be peaceful for a while."

Soldiers are valuable and quick.

Duncan showed him an unprecedented blitzkrieg tactic, demonstrating another way to deal with the orc invasion.

However, the barrier to entry for learning it is very high.

Thinking of this, Prince Arthur couldn't help but look at the Golden Knights beside him with envy. The knights' equipment was simply too luxurious. His Purple Dragon Knights had suffered casualties, while the Golden Knights of the Church of Wealth only had one seriously injured knight who was quickly healed.

To put it in the simplest terms, if it takes 10,000 gold coins to arm a Purple Dragon Knight, then it takes at least 30,000 gold coins to arm a Golden Order Knight.

They are made entirely of money.

It's nice to have money.

He'll have to go back and think carefully about how to develop the economy.

In just two days, Duncan swiftly crushed the orc warlords around Tavanton. As for the more distant desert areas, he temporarily ignored them because they were simply too numerous to clear out; the orcs were like weeds.

On the way back to Tavanton, Sarala also brought good news: the Golden Dragon Sunfacer Oren had returned, accompanied by an adult female silver dragon.

This gives us two backup plans.

Duncan rushed back to Teverton and gathered his men, scattering the Wanderers into the Storm Mountains. As for Prince Assange, he had to put in a good effort since he was here. He was a legendary knight, capable of both endurance and combat, and he wouldn't be afraid of the ancient red dragon.

Inside Tavanton's mansion, Duncan finally met the Sunbearer, Oren, a refined middle-aged man with a scholarly air about him, who was also likely skilled in magic.

To his right was Ms. Tyrell, who greeted Duncan with a smile.

In a corner of the hall sat a beautiful, elf-like woman with a tall, slender figure, long silver-white hair, and wearing a magnificent robe. She was curiously observing Duncan in front of her.

— Sereneia Silver Glow (Elemental Master) (Five-star silver-gray).

A silver dragon with advanced professions.

She smiled and looked at Duncan, who had returned weary from his journey. Seemingly surprised by his youth, she stepped forward and greeted him, "Mr. Duncan."

"Ms. Cesta-White often mentions you to me."

No wonder they are people from the Church of Love.

As expected, she has a wide circle of friends. Mrs. Cesta White has been staying in the Comanso Forest for many years, and during this time she has already built up goodwill for Duncan.

While some may be willing to offer help in times of need, many are eager to add to someone's success.

All I can say is that Duncan will have to repay this priest of the Church of Love when the opportunity arises in the future.

Not only Serena Silvershine, but Sunface Oren also smiled and nodded at Duncan, meaning that this arrogant golden dragon also knew about Duncan through other channels and held considerable goodwill.

This is something Mrs. Thursta White couldn't have accomplished on her own; there's a high probability that the Church of Love is pulling the strings behind the scenes.

The goddess of joy, Lira, is the chief deity of love.

Duncan's presence is now well-known within the Goddess Alliance of the Bright Water Domain. Due to the submission of the Great Bliss Mother, there are even some romantic rumors surrounding him, making many people very curious about this man.

After all, she is the Mother of Great Bliss.

The alluring rumors surrounding the Mother of Great Bliss were once second only to those of the Cat and Dance Goddess, the Club Lady, the Cat of Pleasure, the Sensual Demoness, and the Brown Sorceress – Sharis. Just look at Sharis's divine duties to understand how renowned the Mother of Great Bliss was: hedonism, indulgence, carnal desire, the satisfaction of carnal desire, clubs, cats, and pleasure-seekers.

It wasn't until Charlotte was saved by the Lady of Love that the part of the divine duty of sensual pleasure was transferred to Sue.

(Note: After the transfer of the Goddess of Lust, Sharis's level of corruption decreased, and the goddess of love, Shuni, began to exert her influence in matters of lust.)
This label is no less than a blatant display of impressive size, skill, and exceptional ability.

of course.

With this reputation, Duncan will most likely be disliked by those who value fidelity in love, but he doesn't care at all. Fame is nothing to him; when he stands up and kicks the goddesses, great scholars will defend him.

In the land of Faerûn, don't worry about these things; strength is everything.

Duncan's sweeping campaign against the Tavan orcs won the friendship of many local factions in just a few days.

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(End of this chapter)