Hyper-Dimensional Player-Chapter 444 - 62: Giants, Witches, Action

Blu is a Berserker.

This guy is even fiercer than the Barbarian Race Warriors. Once he enters a frenzy state, his strength can rival Hegel, but the Berserkers have a slightly weaker constitution; their special ability only enhances strength and not much their constitution.

Blu trained with a Highland Gladiator in his early years and has a proper warrior background. Later, he accidentally awakened his frenzy ability and apprenticed under a wandering Barbarian warrior.

He came to the land of the Hill Dwarves to find an evil Warlock.

"What is a Warlock?"

Curious about the Warlock Blu mentioned, Hegel asked: "Is he a type of Wizard?"

The Barbarians present were only familiar with Priests and Shamans. It was heard that in the south, there was a type of divine position that emerged with the human city-state era, called Priests, who relied on the power of a Divine Spirit to cast magic, but had not been widely spread yet.

As for Wizards, that existence is very ancient, traceable back to the Stone Age and the times of primitive human tribes.

Priests were a new term at this point.

In recent years, with the large-scale development of city-state civilization, more and more human tribes entered the Iron Age, and many new professions emerged. For instance, in the southern Phantom Forest, humans learned the Path of Nature from the elves, and a new profession called Ranger was born.

The Barbarian Race Warriors were also only distinguished from the oldest warrior profession in the past few hundred years, but it was the outsiders who liked to differentiate them; the Barbarians all believed themselves to be warriors.

Why so many ornate professional distinctions? Anyone who can cut is a warrior.

Just do it.

Blu tore a big bite out of a piece of roasted lizard leg, and said deeply: "I don’t know what a Warlock is either."

"But they are said to have the bloodline of Giants and demons and possess Wizard-like magical power."

In this primitive era, strange and peculiar professions often emerged, but whether they could be passed down was uncertain.

The world was still a makeshift stage, with everyone learning and doing things chaotically – as long as they could learn, it was considered usable.

Warlock was also a new term.

Because they were born from the mixed blood of humans and other beings, as the concept of cities was born, primitive Wizards also underwent transformations. Some Wizards settled in the city-states and called themselves Mages, mainly concentrating in richer areas.

But in most places, the classification was still between male and female Wizards, and the impact of the city-state era was challenging the ancient tribal traditions.

That Warlock stole the Highlanders’ stone of worship.

To hunt him down, many of the Highlander tribes sent over a dozen powerful warriors, and Blu was just one of them.

"We will help you."

Hegel patted his chest in assurance: "If we encounter him, we’ll help you get your tribe’s stone of worship back."

It was a stone said to have come from a dragon, according to legend.

The era when Giant Dragons and Giants were active has just passed. Although not as many as before, it’s still possible to find a fair number.

By the time Duncan returned, Hegel had already found a new mission for the group.

The Hill Dwarves had recently suffered from Giant harassment; they often robbed caravans, taking merchandise and horses. If they helped the Dwarves eliminate the threat of the Hill Giants, the Dwarves promised to forge a batch of weapons and armor using cold iron for them.

At this time, upon hearing the news, Duncan felt like he was playing an RPG game. First, he gained a new companion, and then they took the Dwarves’ task. It was not unexpected that someone would die next.

"The Dwarves say that group of Hill Giants is tough to deal with."

Crete looked happily at the returning Duncan, stepped up, and said: "But there’s a witch named Gleya in the nearby forest who invented a magical potion. After drinking it, it grants mortals the strength to rival Giants."

"As long as we get her help, dealing with the Giants should be easy."

Duncan looked expressionlessly at Hegel; for some reason, faced with Duncan’s gaze, Hegel felt a bit guilty.

"Did you just agree to the Dwarves’ request like that?"

Duncan frowned and glanced at the others: "Grab your weapons and come with me."

Hegel quickly followed, cautiously asking: "Where to?"

Duncan glanced at him, coldly saying: "To find the City Lord of the Hill Dwarves."

Soon.

Seven sturdy Barbarians, plus a newly joined Berserker, walked straight to the City Lord’s Mansion under the curious eyes of passersby.

"City Lord."

Duncan stared at the Dwarven City Lord before him, a unit marked with four-star whiteboard status, raised his battle-axe, and tapped on its notch, saying: "You just want us to use this pile of junk to deal with the Hill Dwarves’ greatest enemy?"

His voice was very loud. Even though the Dwarven guards invited them inside, Duncan remained motionless. If he didn’t move, the other Barbarians also stood their ground.

They quickly attracted many Dwarf onlookers.

"We just eliminated the nearby Ogre and saved one of your kin."

"Now."

"Your trade route is under threat and needs help solving the Hill Giants’ problem."

"Yet, you want us to use this junk to deal with the Giants? Tsk tsk! The legend has it that Dwarves are a generous and hearty race!..."

"Now it seems uncertain."

Duncan turned and looked at the nearby curious Dwarf onlookers, directly handing his battle-axe over and asking: "Is it sharp?"

Dwarves have a talent for blacksmithing. The bearded Dwarf took it and examined it, shaking his head like a rattle, disdainful: "Crude craftsmanship, very blunt, sharpen it and it might be usable for firewood."

Duncan laughed.

He chopped the battle-axe against another one, sparks flew, and a notch appeared on the edge. He then looked around at the onlooking Dwarves and said: "Do you think such trash weapons can smash a Giant’s skull?"

"We traveled to the Hill Dwarves’ lands, for glory, for legend, and for the centuries-long friendship between the Barbarian Race Warriors and Dwarves."

"Now, you want us to take this garbage to face your threatening enemies?"

Duncan’s gaze was cold, and with an expressionless face, he said: "If I’d known this."

"We might as well go find the elves!"

"At least they’re willing to give us a few decent war bows, and even willing to make a few magic-power-infused javelins for us!"

To kill the heart.

This is truly to kill the heart.

Hearing Duncan’s words, the nearby dwarves became agitated. Many looked at the City Lord with dissatisfaction. When Duncan mentioned that the elves were at least willing to give them a few decent war bows, even more dwarves couldn’t help but jump out, saying: "I still have the battle axe that my grandfather used!"

"Follow me."

"Take it and smash the giant’s head."

The dwarf blacksmith who drank with them yesterday couldn’t help but roar in anger, "Dwarves are indeed as generous and straightforward as in legends!"

"Young man."

"Follow me, I’ve got a few sets of armor, you can pick some that are usable."

Saying they’re stingier than the elves, that’s something they absolutely can’t tolerate.

Originally, this was a cooperative relationship. Barbarian warriors pursued glory and legends, dwarves wanted to solve problems without losing their own people, what could be better than that.

But to give them nothing, and want them to come back to get things after they chop down the giants, that’s just like a game mission mode.

Only the naive Hegel would agree to such terms so easily.

Duncan couldn’t stand it at all.

Isn’t it normal to pay the mercenaries upfront?

Damn it.

With this kind of junk, facing the giants, they’ll surely suffer casualties.

Seeing the nearby dwarves filled with fervor, the city lord, marked with four stars on the whiteboard, couldn’t help but panic. He quickly let the guards take everyone inside and then opened a dwarven treasure vault, speaking kindly, "These are all magic weapons forged by dwarves, take whatever you fancy."

The barbarian warriors following Duncan were dazzled by what they saw.

Their tribe only entered the iron age in the last hundred or two hundred years. Previously, they relied on big and heavy weapons to deal damage, never had they seen magic weapons forged by dwarves; even Hegel couldn’t help but show a trace of delight.

A Divine Son is still a Divine Son, but equipment needs to be collected by oneself, obtaining them through one’s own efforts.

At least that’s how the early story goes.

Hegel probably needs to gain a legendary reputation before getting the weapons arranged by the Furious Gods for him.

The berserker who just joined the battle group was also entranced. He previously thought Hegel was the battle group’s leader, but now it seemed this person was the soul of the group.

Barbarians don’t know what modesty is.

A group of people happily picked weapons, and someone took up the armor to try on, finding it a bit small, they had to make do with using it as half armor.

Hegel had a silly smile on his face, feeling like he had learned something but hadn’t fully grasped it.

"We also need twenty-seven short-handled throwing axes."

Duncan turned his head to look at the dwarf city lord behind him, speaking gravely, "Three per person, they must be magic weapons."

"Additionally."

"Prepare twelve armor-piercing heavy spears for us."

"Those giants who robbed your goods might already have armor."

The dwarf city lord wiped his cold sweat and quickly nodded in agreement.

By the time the group walked out, their weaponry had been completely refreshed. The dwarf battle axe was very heavy and sharp, feeling substantial in the hand, even Crete couldn’t help but caress it repeatedly.

——"Grandfather (High-tier Marvel)!"

At this moment.

A big-bearded dwarf handed over a battle axe emitting a faint spiritual light, saying, "Young man."

"Take it and come back with the giant’s head."

The words from Duncan truly motivated some dwarves to even bring out their most treasured family heirlooms.

He didn’t stand on ceremony, taking them and leaving.

The whole group had swapped their old weapons for guns, all equipped with the magic weapons forged by dwarves. Walking out of the dwarven territory, Hegel was still in a slightly dazed state.

He felt like he used to be naive.

A dense primeval forest.

Following the dwarf guide’s direction, they found the witch’s treehouse. Upon seeing that extremely beautiful witch with snow-white, full peaks, and a round moon-like behind, even Crete and the barbarians couldn’t help but swallow quietly.

Everyone knows barbarians have only battle, drink, and women in their minds.

——Gleya (Legendary Witch) (Secret Medicine Domain) (Alchemy Domain) (Five-star Golden) [Promoting to Demigod!]

(The target is attempting to establish a legend, gathering the domains of secret medicine and alchemy, along with related divine position concepts.)

This was a tacit understanding of cooperation.

The barbarians were carving out a legend along the way, while incidentally carrying the legend of this witch’s alchemy and secret medicine.

"Come with me."

The beautiful witch named Gleya didn’t care; she never argued with fools, but her gaze did linger on Hegel for a moment, then fell on Duncan.

The emblem was trembling.

From Duncan’s understanding of their past experiences, this beautiful witch had the potential to rise.

The legend of barbarians is straightforward, fight the fiercest monsters, and court the most beautiful women.

All barbarians aspired to this and passed it down through the ages.

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