Hyper-Dimensional Player-Chapter 490 - 79: Stealing the Fruits and Rewriting the Script! (Part 2)
She is, after all, a pirate, ruthless enough but lacking in other aspects.
Duncan said calmly, "If I am to replace him, I must do so with dignity. Some things are not for you to inquire about."
The red-haired female pirate’s expression changed slightly, looking somewhat anxious. She lowered her head and said, "I understand."
"I’m just..."
Duncan patted the space in front of him, smiling warmly to reassure her, "I know. You’re only considering my well-being."
"But there are many things that you cannot comprehend at the moment."
This beautiful female pirate knelt obediently in front of Duncan, her speech faltering, silenced by the realization of her position.
Smart people naturally know what to do.
Currently, in the mythical script arranged by the Furious Gods, Duncan stands as a dual protagonist alongside Hegel, and aside from the God of Strength, the other Furious Gods are obviously more interested in Duncan. The female pirate’s suggestion may yield substantial short-term gains, but it also leaves substantial hidden dangers for the future.
Duncan’s greater ambition is to have Hegel submit to him.
In a silent jungle.
Suddenly, there seemed to be a sound from afar, like the chirping of a nightingale. Duncan raised a hand to pat the female pirate’s trembling head, prompting her to look up and attempt to sit with her back to him.
But Duncan raised his hand to stop her, even tidying his clothes, as he looked towards the dense jungle in the distance.
"We have guests."
Duncan spoke in a deep voice.
Unnoticed until now, several figures had already appeared outside the camp. They apparently bore no hostility, otherwise the guards outside would have long been wiped out.
In the projection page, these Amazonian Warriors appeared as Neutral Units.
——Storm-Eira (Amazon) (Storm) (Five-Star Silver Gray).
——Amazon Huntress (Two-Star Silver Gray).
——Amazon Warrior (Three-Star Silver Gray).
Five-star mark.
Legendary Units.
They should be heroic figures of the Amazon tribe.
Duncan slowly stood up, and as he exited the tent, someone spotted their approach. The leading Storm-Eira called out loudly in the darkness, "I want to see your leader."
This woman was tall, with golden hair and blue eyes, her beautiful appearance adorned in armor, holding a spear and shield, with a battle bow slung on her back; fully armed, she was spirited and valiant.
In a word, she was the ultimate warhorse, charged with strength and wildness, reminiscent of Wonder Woman.
Duncan’s figure emerged from the darkness, speaking faintly, "That would be me."
As he spoke, Duncan glanced at her shield, discovering a crescent insignia engraved upon it.
Storm-Eira sized up Duncan from head to toe and provocatively questioned, "Are you the sage that Hegel speaks of?"
"Since when did barbarians have sages?"
Duncan’s expression remained unchanged, calmly saying, "Did you come for a midnight visit just to provoke me?"
This man displayed no trace of anger.
He was somewhat different from other barbarians, whose simple minds, in their pursuit of the path of rage, were easily angered.
Storm-Eira looked somewhat surprised, shaking her head, "Of course not."
"I came to help you rescue your companion."
Duncan eyed her up and down, slowly saying, "Come in."
"The others stay outside."
Having said this, Duncan turned back into the tent, and Storm-Eira, hesitating for a moment, quickly followed; the other Amazonian Warriors looked worried, but she gestured for them not to worry.
She didn’t know why this man trusted her so quickly, leaving many of her prepared speeches unnecessary.
"Has Hegel sought your help?"
Duncan took out a flask, pouring a cup for her; the Amazon Women were also fond of wine, being able to drink like Barbarians.
Storm-Eira nodded, "Yes."
"He is imprisoned by our leader, with priests guarding him."
She accepted the cup without hesitating, downing it in one go.
Duncan trusted her, so she trusted Duncan.
Inside the tent, Duncan chuckled softly, "Seems like he’s gotten a bit smarter, actually knowing how to adapt now."
Without setbacks, Hegel would never grow.
Storm-Eira looked up curiously, "Aren’t you curious about his plight?"
Duncan replied indifferently, "What more could it be?"
"You’re certainly not going to kill him; most likely, he’s under some potion or spell control, being used as breeding stock, right?"
"At most, he might suffer some torture, but he shouldn’t be crippled."
Storm-Eira was somewhat shocked by his spot-on guesses, nodding, "You’re right."
"He is indeed under drug and magic control."
"Queen Oreitia has imprisoned him in the tribe, forcing loyal female warriors to mate with him day and night, aiming to produce a batch of offspring with the Divine Son’s bloodline, to strengthen the Amazon race and dominate the entire Storm Isles."
So he has truly been reduced to breeding stock?
But the Divine Son’s bloodline doesn’t easily produce offspring.
Duncan asked curiously, "So you don’t belong to the Amazon Queen’s faction?"
Storm-Eira’s expression grew serious, slowly saying, "Queen Oreitia has already abandoned tradition, losing her honor."
"We are not her confidants and have no voice in the tribe."
Understood.
They are the conservatives, adhering to tradition, while their queen has likely forsaken it, but her methods are too brutal, causing their dissatisfaction.
Duncan questioned, "Why are you helping Hegel?"
Storm-Eira spoke calmly, "Abandoning tradition, losing honor, will lead the tribe to ruin."
"Moreover,"
"The ancient rites are not just for procreation, but also for seeking the finest warrior bloodlines. The queen has brought the tribe to the brink of destruction."
