Hyper-Dimensional Player-Chapter 528 - 91: Battle of Legends! The Death List

The way of waging war has changed, but the art of war remains the same.

Duncan immediately summoned Ugar and others, ordering, "Take three hundred warriors and seize the ferry at the upper reaches of the Dibite River, and be sure to cut off the grain route between the upper and lower Golden Coast."

The Golden Coast has three major rivers, with the Dibite River being a crucial river on the lower Golden Coast.

Ugar and the others immediately responded, "Yes, Chieftain."

Barbarians generally refer to their leader as a chieftain or leader. They have not yet transitioned to the era of kings, but there are indeed signs of various Barbarian tribes becoming a Northern Land kingdom. With the passage of time, tribal civilization will eventually slowly disappear.

"Let’s go."

"Let’s meet the enemy who dares to challenge us."

Duncan turned to glance at the witch Gleya. Her role was similar to Duncan’s magic advisor. After receiving the signal, she quickly followed.

Although the Barbarian tribes are on the offensive side, their troops are not many. The actual Barbarians currently number only one or two thousand people. However, the vassal state north of the Dibite River, as the Barbarians’ vassals, has sent more than six thousand troops, always coveting the riches of the Golden Coast.

The Barbarian tribes still maintain the ancient traditions. Their tribes have many slaves and vassals. The vassals need no further explanation, and the slaves are similar to the Helots of the Spartans.

In past wars, during small-scale conflicts, a few hundred Barbarian warriors could gather two or three thousand of the vassal army.

Because when you fight with the Barbarians, as long as you are brave in battle, they truly give you the spoils of war and will even promote your fame. Minstrels will include brave warriors of the vassal army in the songs of praise, allowing them to achieve a crossover of social status.

However, Barbarians are quite coarse, and warriors who are not particularly brave are easily despised by them.

Just like now,

upon seeing that the distant enemy was just a tall, thin man, a vassal army leader from the Kingdom of Thebes was eager to try. He was a jungle swordsman, adept at guerrilla fighting, a sword and shield bearer, marked as a four-star silvery-grey, and couldn’t help but say, "Chieftain Quinn!"

"Let me deal with him."

This enemy looked somewhat sickly, without much muscle, and although not skin and bones, didn’t seem very formidable.

As soon as he spoke, a Barbarian warrior sneered, "He is a servitor of the Vulture Goddess; is someone like you capable of dealing with him?"

As if feeling humiliated, the man glared angrily, but finally swallowed his pride.

He longed for fame and glory.

But no matter what, it was not their turn to take the lead. A group of Northern Barbarian warriors were already howling eagerly.

Especially the burly man draped in bearskin who had requested a fight earlier, looking eagerly at Duncan. Duncan knew that at this moment, he had to align with the people’s hearts. To gain full control of these Barbarian warriors, he might still need to employ some small strategies.

"Brown from the Polar Tribe."

Duncan looked at the giant over two meters tall and said in a deep voice, "Go and meet the challenge."

"Be careful."

"This enemy seems to have some tricks."

The giant in bearskin was overjoyed. He knelt on one knee and immediately set off with his weapon. His weapon was a serrated axe, resembling some beast’s polished fang, crudely made like that of a primitive man, but it was surrounded by a strong spiritual light. Although its forging technique was lacking, various spells, rituals, and sacrifices filled it to the brim.

——Brown (Bear Hunter) (Polar Warrior) (Protector of the North Wind) (Five-Star Silvery-Grey)!

A follower of a Polar Demigod.

Many of the well-known legendary figures here are followers of Divine Spirits.

Duncan’s figure also appeared before the battle line, and the enemy really only sent over one person. Farther away were a few followers dressed as servants, marked as ’Corpse Collectors,’ only one-star units.

——Vulture’s Shadow - Bet (Son of Muo) (Mother Cow Nurtured) (Follower of the Vulture Goddess) (Five-Star Gold)!

Indeed, a formidable character.

The witch Gleya seemed to know this person, standing behind Duncan, and softly said, "He is the son of Muo, said to have been abandoned for his ugliness, later nurtured by a white cow, wandering the wilderness long, accompanied by vultures and wolves." 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

"This person is not easy to deal with."

The person in the distance looked sickly, with loose skin, a drooping chin, a slightly pointed head, and sparse hair, resembling a humanoid vulture.

Yet his manners were courteous, quietly waiting for the Barbarian warrior to approach, not even reaching for his waist sling.

"Brown from the Polar Tribe."

The burly Barbarian warrior raised his battle axe, sizing up his opponent, and his expression gradually hardened, for he sensed the aura of death, decay, and rot, like that of a scavenger.

Legend has it that this Vulture’s Shadow once stayed in a tomb for years; who knows how he survived.

"Bet from the Bone Wasteland."

The other nodded slightly in acknowledgment, placing his right hand on the waist Muo’s Scimitar, a ceremonial weapon, relatively short, similar in length to a dagger, with its surface blackened. From a God’s eye view, the spiritual light gathered on it was visible, and ancient runes were engraved on its surface.

He feared the Barbarian warrior would suddenly attack, thus entering a combat stance early.

But he underestimated the Barbarian’s pursuit of honor.