Hyper-Dimensional Player-Chapter 489 - 79: Stealing the Peach, Rewriting the Script!
They mistook Duncan and his party for pirates.
The Amazonian Warriors deeply despise others entering their territory, so these violent and bloodthirsty women often use death as a warning to intruders.
However, this time, they clearly kicked a steel plate.
After Duncan decapitated an Amazonian Warrior with a throwing axe, the enemies lurking in the dense jungle around them began to retreat rapidly. They realized that the enemy’s strength was extraordinary, and there were quite a few invading pirates. Their small hunting squad alone couldn’t handle it.
Duncan squatted down and turned over the body of the Amazonian Warrior in front of him. On her shield, Duncan saw an insignia that had been removed.
Normally, women’s physical strength is inferior to men’s, but Amazon Women are different. Their bodies are robust, and it’s rumored they have a trace of divine bloodline. They are taller than most women, with strong, sturdy thighs. Although their arms are not as thick as a Barbarian’s, they are comparable to those of an average man.
A faint glimmer appeared.
In the projection page of Dimension Space, two prompts appeared in succession.
——"Master of Archery: Brief."
——"Master of Stealth: Amazonian Warriors excel at stealth ambushes, and their stealth abilities are enhanced in the jungle."
Don’t be fooled by this Amazonian Warrior being easily killed by Duncan. Her combat skills far exceeded those of ordinary people. On the Golden Coast, even those veteran warriors were not her match.
"Scout the surrounding area."
"Don’t go too far."
"Go in groups of three, signal immediately if there’s trouble."
After Duncan confirmed that the hostile red marks had retreated, he ordered the others to scout the terrain. He had brought quite a few people with him this time. Besides the Barbarian by his side, there was the female pirate Annie Potter and her elite crew. Only one ship had entered the tropical rainforest, while the other ships were anchored at a natural harbor on one of the Storm Isles.
"I’ll go find a suitable camping spot."
It was relatively hot in this area, and the red-haired female pirate had also changed into short-sleeved casual clothes. She picked up her weapon and indicated: "Don’t drink water recklessly; the Amazonians might poison it upstream."
Upon hearing this, Crete, next to Duncan, said solemnly, "It seems they’ve lost their honor!"
In ancient times, Amazonian Warriors, like Barbarians, valued honor.
At this moment, the guide beside them whispered, "Many of the foreign tribes in the Storm Isles are exiles, and the Amazonian tribe here lost their honor long ago."
"Their procreation rituals."
"Initially, they went to Kaso Highlands and copulated with brave warriors from various tribes. The daughters born during this marriage festival would be taken away by their instructors, while sons would be returned to their fathers or raised by their tribe."
This was the oldest tradition.
Amazonian Warriors admire true warriors. At their grand celebrations, if a formidable warrior appeared, there would be more than a dozen Amazon Women, even dozens of female warriors, vying to copulate with the mighty warrior. Sometimes, this would lead to duels, where the victor holds the priority, and the losers must wait for the remains.
The guide squatted down and examined the soil, sniffed it, and continued, "But it’s unknown when they stopped holding these procreation festivals."
"They began attacking nearby tribes and city-states, capturing males as slaves. To facilitate control, Amazon Women would sever the arms and legs of males used for ’seeding’ to prevent rebellion."
"Normally, once deemed useless, these ’seeding tools’ would be executed."
In the words of the East, the collapse of ritual and music, Amazonian Warriors no longer adhere to ancient traditions.
Crete curiously asked, "How do you know this?"
The guide lifted his shirt, revealing old scars on his arm, and slowly said, "I nearly fell into their hands once."
"But I luckily escaped."
"However, my companions were all executed by those Amazon Women."
Having lost their honor and no longer adhering to tradition, they have resorted to living by plunder.
The Duncan party began to worry about Hegel. If Hegel was captured and his limbs severed by the Amazonian Warriors, it would be his end. In this era, without powerful healing divine techniques, unless a Divine Spirit personally intervened, ordinary healing spells couldn’t regenerate severed limbs.
Crete worriedly said, "Hegel won’t have his limbs amputated and be imprisoned by them, would he?"
Duncan shook his head: "He shouldn’t be that foolish."
"Circumstances often dictate actions; if he yields, the Amazon Women might not do such a thing."
Hegel, after all, is a Divine Son.
Amazonian Warriors also have their reservations.
However, if they capture Hegel, they might covet his divine bloodline. According to mythical scripts, if Duncan were the scriptwriter, he’d definitely arrange for some offspring, and even find ways to restore honor to the Amazonian Warriors.
As darkness approached.
Fearing a reprisal attack from the Amazonian Warriors, Duncan arranged for a night watch. He had already marked the general direction of the enemy tribe.
The red-haired female pirate entered Duncan’s tent, her expression quite solemn, seemingly burdened. After gesturing for others to leave, she stared at Duncan, and said in a deep voice: "Isn’t Hegel the leader of the war band?"
Duncan looked at her expression and seemed to understand something, nodding slowly: "Yes."
The alluring female pirate’s eyes revealed a flash of ruthlessness, whispered, "Do you really want to save him? If he dies here, it would be easier for you to replace him."
