Hyper-Dimensional Player-Chapter 462 - 70: Gods and Mortals Coexist! Arrogant and Overbearing_3

Chapter 462: Chapter 70: Gods and Mortals Coexist! Arrogant and Overbearing_3

Hegel returned to the hall, looked at the others, and said, "Is there any hope?"

Crete’s expression was grave, and he said slowly, "He should survive, but that thing was cut off."

The Barbarian’s physique was immensely strong; he wouldn’t die so easily.

"Stop his bleeding."

"Is there any antidote potion left?" Hegel inquired.

Usga nodded and said, "There is. The witch Gleya gave us a few bottles."

At that moment.

The sound of frantic footsteps came from outside the door. Duncan’s expression was incredibly grim. He looked at the unconscious Tambourine on the floor, and his icy gaze fell on Hegel and Crete. In a deep voice, he said, "Didn’t I tell you all not to go out?"

With Hegel stationed at the inn, he went out to explore the map.

With Hegel’s strength, even a legendary enemy shouldn’t have been a threat, yet something still happened.

Hegel showed a trace of guilt, hesitated to speak, and then remained silent.

Crete bowed his head and said, "It was my idea."

"I saw that they all wanted to relax a bit."

A bunch of brainless fools!

Just made enemies with someone during the day and still had the mood to find women at night.

No wonder so few Barbarians make it back alive to the Great Snow Mountain!

All they have in their minds is muscles and women.

Duncan glanced at the unconscious Tambourine. The wounds on his shoulder, thigh, and back were not fatal. The Barbarian’s muscles were thick, and there was fat, so a small dagger could not penetrate. He said in a deep voice, "Get that green potion; it can detoxify."

"Stop his bleeding!"

Damn it.

Still fooling around with women, and even got his dick cut off.

Tambourine is really lucky that if Hegel had been a bit slower to react, he would have died here.

"Was it that person who did it?" Hegel’s voice had a hint of anger.

Duncan did not answer.

He glanced at the innkeeper, who looked panicked, lifted his grandfather directly, and said in a deep voice, "The others stay here, keep watch tonight, Hegel, look after them."

Clang!

Duncan grabbed the battle-axe, slung the spear over his back, equipped three throwing axes at his waist, and stepped into the alley, suddenly leaping onto the rooftop.

The strategic map opened, a god’s-eye view locked on the target.

Come and go as you please?

Not that easy.

Such an attack could only be survived by a Barbarian. A thinner-skinned warrior would have died on the spot.

——Faceless Assassin (two to three stars).

Duncan’s figure flew over the rooftop. The enemy’s numbers weren’t many, counting the two who had died, there were about six in total.

Mark the units.

In the darkness, Duncan’s figure was like an agile leopard. He leaped from the rooftop and landed directly across the street. Immediately, the spear fell into his hand, like lightning piercing through the air. In the alley opposite, an assassin with a bow and arrow landed, and before he could gain a foothold, he was pierced through and pinned to the ground. The iron spearhead had embedded itself into the stone slab.

Buzz!

The throwing axe slid into the palm as Duncan’s figure descended into the alley, completely ignoring the extremely complex terrain here, closing in on the fleeing assassin at an astonishing speed.

"Monster! ..."

The expression of the assassin was utterly shocked. He could hear the heavy footsteps from behind, but he couldn’t shake them off.

Bam!

The throwing axe broke through the air.

The dwarf’s throwing axe cleaved into the assassin’s skull, splitting the back of his head wide open.

"Kill!"

The assassins, who had originally scattered and fled, seemed to sense something wrong. They were also trained death-seekers. In their desperate counterattack, one continued to flee while the others stayed behind to cover.

Clang!

Sparks exploded.

Duncan was carrying his grandfather single-handedly, the axe blade scraped across the stone slab, sparks igniting suddenly. He charged forward with a jump slash. The assassin in front tried to block but was cleaved in half along with his weapon, spilling his guts and intestines.

The other one wore a horrified expression. He tried to roll to evade but was instantly sliced in half by Duncan’s horizontal sweep.

At this point, the last one had already fled toward the palace complex.

Duncan leaped directly onto the rooftop, calculated the distance, and began a running start on someone else’s roof. In an instant, the spear in his hand locked on and shot out across the sky!

Over two hundred meters away.

The masked assassin just showed a look of relief after surviving the ordeal, and for a moment, he was completely rigid. When he looked down, he saw a spear piercing through his chest.

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He was spitting blood, struggling, and twitching.

Puh!

Grandfather drew a cold flash and directly chopped off his head.

Duncan started to retrieve his weapons. When he returned to the inn again, his body was covered in blood, and the corpse in the alley had already been dealt with.

"Leave at dawn!"

Duncan glanced at Hegel expressionlessly, sat down with a grand gesture, and instructed Crete: "Tell the innkeeper to bring out all the wine and meat."

After saying this, Duncan threw out a piece of gold.

He took up a jug of wine and gulped it down, then tossed the jug to Hegel, saying: "Drink wine, eat meat."

"Everyone sit down and have a good meal."

Hegel’s expression showed a hint of confusion, but Usga was already seated next to Duncan, grabbing wine and meat to eat and drink fiercely, although he ate more meat and drank less wine.

Crete seemed to understand something.

He sat down in silence, grabbed a leg of lamb, and tore into it as if he were a hungry wolf.

Hegel also came to his senses and raised the jug to drink heartily, grabbing a large piece of meat and putting it in his mouth, chewing vigorously.

Many barbarians sat down one after another.

No one spoke; they all drank wine and ate meat, eating more meat, but when the jug made rounds in their hands, there was still half left when it returned to Duncan’s side.

Hegel was silent in thought, resembling a silent rock.

"Anyone who wants a woman."

"Go now."

Duncan raised his hand expressionlessly, wiped the oil from his mouth, casually tossed out a dwarf gem, and pointed to the corner where a trembling prostitute cowered.

Many barbarians looked down, no one spoke, even Hegel was silent with his head down.

"All done venting?"

Duncan raised his head, his gaze icy. These barbarians had a big problem: lustful tendencies. Maybe it was due to the era, maybe it was their nature, but their self-discipline was weak, behaving chaotically.

A group of barbarians sat side by side, heads down, not daring to speak.

"Go!"

Duncan looked up at the sky, signaling to Crete: "You carry Tambourine!"

"The others, grab your weapons and gear."

"Leave the carriage, we leave the city now!"

After eating and drinking fully, it was time to fight.

When Duncan got up, he patted Hegel on the shoulder, not speaking, everything he could only rely on his own understanding.

Hegel wouldn’t die.

But other barbarians were uncertain. Duncan could only guarantee their lives.

Son of a bitch!

Even when I was an emperor in the empire, I wasn’t this arrogant. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Duncan, filled with murderous intent, picked up Grandfather. The other barbarians quickly followed, Crete carrying the unconscious Tambourine, whispered: "Rest assured. As long as I don’t die, I will definitely bring you out."

Finding the prostitute was his idea.

And even suggesting Duncan find a beautiful woman to vent his frustration was his first proposal.

This guy’s mind is indescribable.

Hegel finally rose.

Silently, he picked up his battle axe, slung the dwarf heavy shield onto his back, picked up the javelin, and walked at the rear of the group, seemingly the last stand.

Before the morning light fell, Hegel turned his gaze towards the direction of the palace.

He was silent, he was angry, he couldn’t comprehend.

If this were in the Northern Land Great Snow Mountain, daytime conflicts at most led to arranging a fight some day, even dying at the opponent’s hand would be no big deal. But this deployment of assassins for ambush infuriated Hegel immensely. He had stayed too long in barbarian land.

But this is someone else’s territory. Things have developed to this point, and they could only leave first as the best option.

However, this matter is not over. Whether it was Duncan or Hegel, neither would suffer losses easily.

In the dim light of dawn.

Just as Duncan’s group hastily left the city, squads of elite Golden Battle Group were also gathering towards the outskirts.

A figure clad in golden armor stepped onto the chariot, expression contemptuous, raised a spear pointing outside the city, bloodlust filled his face: "Catch up with them!"

Anyone daring to offend him must pay the price.

Dimension Space.

Duncan gazed expressionlessly at the strategy map filled with dense red marks, his demeanor cold, thirst for blood spreading, he hadn’t met such unreasonable people for a long time.

This is fucking tyranny at its finest!

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