Hyper-Dimensional Player-Chapter 440 - 58: Ogre Lair

Either die on the road, being worthy of the true name of a warrior.

These Barbarian Race warriors are trusted partners by mercenaries everywhere when venturing around the world because when faced with life and death, these barbarians truly step up!

Whether it’s a Giant Dragon, a demon, or those terrifying mythical creatures.

Once Frenzy is unleashed.

They view life and death lightly, and aren’t afraid to fight!

Though their minds aren’t sharp, Duncan indeed felt a different kind of openness to life when getting along with them.

Moreover, barbarians are not entirely dull; their intuition is sharp, and they can distinguish between good and bad people.

They don’t rely on brains but instead on wildness and intuition.

A true Barbarian Race warrior can even discern in a battle which people in the team are real warriors!

And who harbors cowardice and weakness in their hearts; they only associate with true heroes.

Recruiting barbarians is not easy.

Under Hegel’s lead, the group crossed a high mountain, then a river, and entered a dense primeval forest area. They traveled until evening and then camped by a river.

Experienced mercenaries generally advise against camping near water sources where predators often appear.

But the Barbarian’s wilderness knowledge suggests otherwise.

Camping here will bring the prey to you, though you need to be cautious of poisonous creatures.

"Ugar, Pest."

"Go and see if there is any prey nearby. Bring back some game."

Hegel quickly gave orders; after all, he was the leader of the team. However, while giving orders, he couldn’t help but glance at Duncan’s expression, as if last time’s beating had made him less arrogant.

The two strong men quickly got up, picked up their spears, and set off.

Someone nearby joked, "I hear there are sometimes Amazon Women around here; don’t let them take you away."

Hahaha.

A loud laugh sounded, and the camp was soon filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

The Barbarian Race warrior patted his solid chest and said, "If I encounter them, I’ll just knock them out and bring them back."

They enjoyed talking about Amazon Women.

Hegel’s injuries hadn’t fully recovered yet, but he still lifted a giant rock, doing squats and weightlifting by the river. Their training was very similar to ancient Greek athletes, sometimes even throwing discuses and spears.

A healthy and strong physique is the pursuit of every barbarian.

The God of Strength - Kod, as the God of Competition, his church has a specific set of training standards, and there are even equipment rooms and gymnasiums set up inside the Divine Hall.

Hoo!

Duncan raised the battle axe and, with one swing, felled the big tree before him.

"Good!"

"Beautiful cleave!"

The nearby Barbarian Race warriors cheered.

Hegel’s gaze also sharpened, and his training movements became even more rigorous, even pushing a ton-heavy giant rock up a hill with one hand on a giant rock.

Unknown when, Duncan’s presence had already begun to exert pressure on him.

Duncan took up the battle axe, took a deep breath, and with six consecutive strikes, chopped the tree stump before him into firewood. It was a bit damp; hopefully, it could ignite.

Crete was standing guard, holding his old waist.

After thirty, a warrior’s physique peaks, then gradually declines. If they can’t reach legendary status, by forty or fifty, their energy and blood will slowly wither. In his youth, he could fight ten alone; now, he’s slightly worse, and it takes longer to recover from post-frenzy fatigue.

Others practiced wrestling by the campfire; losing didn’t bother them because it wasn’t a real contest, just a daily training match.

Roar!

A roar sounded as a warrior named Hall pinned his opponent to the ground, pressing him into the mud and roaring excitedly.

Cheers arose around, and many were eager to try; their energy was abundant, and brawling was part of their daily routine.

But just then.

Duncan suddenly stood up; he glanced at Hegel not far away and said solemnly, "Grab your weapons! Follow me!"

In the past,

basically, no one would have paid attention to him, as no one else felt anything unusual.

But now, Hegel instinctively rose on hearing this, grabbed his spear and shield. Crete also leaped down, holding up his battle axe, and asked Duncan, "What’s going on?"

"I haven’t noticed anything unusual."

Everyone present were veteran warriors, ready for battle in a few seconds.

Hall hurriedly pulled up the opponent he had just pinned, tossing a battle spear over, while his opponent picked up a shield and tossed it to him. They stood shoulder to shoulder, gazing into the dark jungle ahead.

"Do you smell that!"

In fact, Duncan had already detected something amiss through the god’s perspective, but he still pondered aloud, "Notice anything?" 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Others looked puzzled.

But Hegel’s expression gradually grew serious. He glanced at Duncan in surprise and said, "There’s a bit of rotten stench!..."

"Forest troll?"

Duncan slowly shook his head and said, "Feels more like an ogre!"

Uh-oh.

They had two companions out hunting.

Hegel grabbed his weapon and charged ahead; he had lost many comrades and didn’t want to see it happening again.

"This way!"

"It’s upwind!"

Duncan pointed in a direction, and others followed. Hegel turned around and actively followed behind Duncan, still unaware of when the human form acquired such a keen sense of smell.

A group of robust men sprinted through the dense jungle.

Their speed was incredibly fast because Barbarians have the Quick Movement ability. Soon, they heard the roars of battle ahead.

"It’s a Frenzied Battle Cry!"

"They’re in danger!"

Hegel shouted with rage, instantly activating Frenzy Ability. His hulking figure became like a small giant, his speed increasing several notches above the others.

"Give me a spear!"

Duncan shouted, tossing a shield to Crete. He leapt through the jungle, much like Tarzan, catching a spear in midair during his dash, and in an instant, a streak of light darted out like lightning!

— Ogre (Giant Monster) (Giant’s Blood) (Four-Star Silver Gray)!

There is not just one!

Within the god’s perspective’s marked range, besides the huge ogre in front, there were more ogres on the hills farther away; they encountered a monster nest.

— Great Frenzy!

Duncan’s figure let out a thunderous roar, his muscles coiling, veins bulging, and his bones crackling—the whole person seeming to expand a few degrees.

Ogres, or better described as ogres,

are considered a branch of the Giant’s Blood lineage, very common in this Barbaric Era, with many branches.

The wilderness in this era is extremely dangerous; creatures with the Giant’s Blood strain are only considered medium difficulty. There are many more terrifying legends, and even blood gods worshipped in ancient times. However, they normally dare not approach human cities, as humans have now entered the city-state era.

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