Hyper-Dimensional Player-Chapter 456 - 68: Wild Heart, Seeking Women 4

Besides, the Barbarian has plenty of strength, and they only need one meal to cover a hundred kilometers.

Blu the Berserker was a bit dumbfounded. He glanced at Duncan, who had a cold light glinting from the grandfather on his shoulder, and honestly carried a stone as they set off.

Put your backs into it, all of you!

If they’re going to make a name for themselves in this Barbarian Battle Group, they have to become legends. No weak monsters should be able to claim their heads; true Barbarian warriors should only fall by the hands of Legendary Powerhouses.

When it was Hegel’s responsibility, even killing a Nine-headed Hydra Lizard cost many lives. Now that Duncan is effectively the group leader, he must whip them into shape.

The potential of these Barbarians, once properly trained, reaching four-star silver-gray is not hard at all.

Duncan isn’t counting on all of them surviving in the end.

But at least, in the future, they should die like true warriors, leaving their names and feats in this legend.

Hegel hasn’t been subjected to forced training in many years.

The last time was in his youth.

The Divine Son couldn’t help but turn to look at Duncan. Not far away, Duncan was carrying his grandfather on his shoulder and lifting a package that weighed hundreds of pounds onto his back with one hand.

Well, whatever.

Hegel finally understood the meaning of "the less trouble, the better."

When muscles can’t solve the problem, the brain starts working.

Assess the situation.

Sometimes, the simple truth is that only those with big fists can reason with others.

A group of simple Barbarians, soaking with sweat and passion.

With dreams of the Golden Coast and beautiful women, they set off on the broad road ahead. As for Duncan, somehow a vine stick appeared in his hand, and if anyone slacked off, he’d give them a lash, making them run faster than a rabbit.

Finally, camping on the second day was quite peaceful because all the Barbarians had settled down. Their abundant energy had mostly been spent on the road.

Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!

Hegel was practicing weightlifting with a stone block specially made for him by Duncan. His solid muscles seemed as if forged from steel. His gaze was firm, lacking much of the impatience, with only a strong desire to defeat Duncan.

Originally, Crete wanted to slack off but hesitated for a moment and began practicing weighted jumps.

The Barbarians’ signature battle move is the Jump Slash.

Lately, he’s been mocked for having soft legs and an unstable stance, so he must strengthen his leg training.

Blu seemed to have adapted to the Barbarian lifestyle, chopping wood with a knife, occasionally glancing at Duncan cooking seriously and Hegel training diligently.

This life was an experience he never had before; although simple, it seemed happy, not requiring much thought.

"Wake up, everyone, we’ve got work!"

At dawn, a fat man dressed like a merchant suddenly appeared near Duncan, along with a few bodyguard-looking people, looking in fear at the shirtless Barbarians.

He patted Crete’s face and said to Hegel, "There’s a group of bandits up ahead, seems like marauding wild gnoll."

"You all tidy up and earn some pocket money."

Hearing this, Hegel silently grabbed a half-ton stone pillar and prepared to set off.

The other Barbarians quickly followed.

When Hegel led them, they only fought the big monsters. Duncan was less picky, chopping the small ones along the way, just to stretch his muscles.

After a few days, they earned themselves a title.

— Monster Slayer Battle Group.

— Giant Slayer-Hegel.

The more people, the more prosperous the place, the more they had to make a name and legend.

A group of shirtless Barbarians, not even holding weapons, each grabbed a stone pillar and charged toward the bandit camp ahead.

What a mighty and majestic group of Great Han Dynasty!

The merchant from the Golden Coast watched, mouth agape, and Duncan only needed a glance for him to obediently present a bag of gold.

The battle group’s size had expanded again.

On their journey, they added a cart, three horses, and a Westmil guide, but the horses couldn’t be ridden since they couldn’t bear the weight of a Barbarian, too heavy.

The Dwarves left them with quite a bit of treasure when they parted.

It was a pity.

The group enjoyed drinking, eating, brawling, and chasing women, spending most of their treasure inadvertently.

They had no choice but to make a living by chopping their way through the road.

Hegel had no intention of competing over these matters; he was most annoyed with dealing with the group’s meals.

Currently, chopping, eating, wrestling, training, brawling, and sleeping with women, his life was simple yet rapid in strength progress.

This was the adventure life he yearned for in the past.

The battle quickly ended.

As Hegel led the Barbarians with their heavy stone pillars in a powerful charge, the enemy’s morale collapsed quickly, leaving flattened wild bandits in their wake.

You get what you pay for.

Though Duncan charged high, his efficiency was also high.

When Hegel returned with his stone pillar, drenched in blood and gore, they were ready to set off again after some tidying.

Not even ten minutes passed, and they finished a job.

On the road.

Crete sneaked next to Hegel and whispered, "Hegel, we think once we reach the Golden Coast, we should find a pretty woman for Quinn."

Huh?

Why not for me?

Hegel was confused, clearly, he’s the one chopping monsters most zealously lately, so why should they find a pretty woman for Duncan?

Isn’t he working hard too?

Doesn’t he deserve a pretty woman?

Crete lowered his voice, "Haven’t you noticed Quinn’s temper has been really high lately?"

"He’s hitting harder and harder."

Hearing this, Hegel pondered and suddenly realized, "Hmm. Indeed, we should find him a pretty woman."

"He likes slender waists, big breasts, and big butts, right?"

"When you get to the inn, keep an eye out."

Finishing speaking, he pulled out a Dwarf’s diamond fragment from his pocket and handed it over, "Remember to find a pretty one. This guy’s taste is quite picky."

The Barbarians aren’t very picky.

But Duncan is, and they hadn’t seen him voluntarily find women during the town stops along the way.

"Don’t worry."

Crete patted his chest and assured, "We pooled our gold together, we should be able to find a really pretty woman for him."

They’ve been quite generous throughout the journey.

Even with prostitutes, sometimes they handed out gold dust; after all, other than their strong muscular builds, all the gold and silver treasures were just extraneous possessions.

Even the God of Strength, Kod, was a hedonist.

Duncan had pushed them to their limits, training so hard that the Barbarians wanted to find a pretty woman to help him cool off.

Barbarians’ brains are simple, somewhat slippery to the touch.

Finally.

After half a month’s journey, they arrived at the Golden Coast, and far in the distance, the city walls seemed to emit a faint golden glow under the sun.

Everyone was invigorated with excitement, finally able to rest.

Oceanids, mermaids, Siren Sea Demon, giantesses...

The Barbarians were unsure of what they envisioned, including Hegel, who showed a touch of longing.

"Let’s set the ground rules first."

"No brawling in crowds, and if you do fight, do it neatly, don’t wreck the streets!"

"Especially you two, Hegel, Blu."

Last time on the Hill Dwarves’ turf, they wrecked half a street, making the Nine-headed Hydra Lizard kill count meaningless.

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