Chapter 473: Chapter 73: Barbarians, 7 Go to Sea_3 Odin led the Aesir Race to fight against the Vanir Race, just as the land divine spirits of this world frequently waged battles against the ocean.
If the ocean divine descendants are not made to submit, no one can truly be called the Sea God!
——Deep Sea Giant Fomor (Celtic branch) (Four-star to Five-star).
Hmm?
Is this meeting an acquaintance again?
Currently combating the ocean divine descendants is a group of extremely ugly and fierce sea giants, unlike the giant race on land, they are like another variant of giants, extremely ferocious and brutal.
These giants have completely vanished in the Root World, but it seems there might be a branch of them here.
Deep Sea Giant Kingdom.
"These are the deep sea giants once defeated by the Gods of Danu, part of Celtic belief."
The Deep Sea Giant Fomor was the group that ruled Ireland before the Danu Gods, later defeated by the Divine King of Celtic faith, the God of Light - Lugh.
Duncan’s base in World One is Great Britain, hence he can naturally recognize the giants in Celtic mythology.
A fight broke out!
And it’s fierce. The deep sea giants and ocean divine descendants are battling fiercely amidst towering waves, they stirred up storm whirlpools, using magic to turn the currents into sharp blades, the fight painted the ocean red with blood, yet neither side prevailed, retreating into the deep sea before dawn.
"The sea seems vibrant too, but as a human form, I’m not really good at swimming!..."
Killing a couple of giants on land is a piece of cake, even a handful would suffice.
In the sea.
Given Duncan’s current power, killing the Sea Giant Fomor in the deep sea is quite demanding, getting accidentally dragged into the depths would be very dangerous.
"How to establish contact with the Ocean Divine Race?"
"Given my deep relationship with the Dibet River Goddess, seeking their help to get me back to the land shouldn’t be difficult, should it?"
Duncan pondered, chin resting.
He is trapped on an uninhabited island, with no clue how far it is from land, this side seems to be the Atlantic deep sea, swimming back could take days and nights.
Swimming across the Pacific is a joke, not many mythological heroes can do that.
Several days passed quickly.
Just as Duncan was trying to contact the ocean divine descendants, hundreds of kilometers away, a pirate ship flying a black flag was sailing fast.
Two bewildered barbarians were hung upside down on the deck, beside them rugged pirates readied for battle. A tall, red-haired woman stood on the mast, gazing at the distant sea, her silhouette lightly slipped down like a cat, taking control of the helm single-handedly, as if an expert, she roared furiously: "Full port rudder!"
"Prepare to board in battle!"
"Brothers, seize this Golden Coast merchant ship, and we shall revel on Misia Island!"
This was a modified elf ship.
The kingdom of elves lies in the distant East, the Central State region, they are outsiders with highly advanced civilization.
They were a group of Canaanites.
One of the oldest pirates in this world.
By now, they had caught up with the Golden Coast merchant ship ahead. The tall, red-haired woman drew out a thin sword, scanning the two barbarians in front of her, she said solemnly: "You seem like excellent warriors!"
"Join us, and I will grant you freedom!"
Crete, gagged, swore under his breath, but no matter how hard he tried to break free, the ropes remained tightly bound, growing even tighter.
Wizard’s magic!
He glanced at the severely injured and unconscious Tambourine beside him, slowly nodding eventually.
"Good, knowing how to act appropriately."
The tall, red-haired woman gave a slight smile, disregarding the anger in the eyes of the barbarians. She waved her hand, intoning a spell, causing the ropes to unravel like a snake, and with a thump, Crete’s brawny body landed on the deck.
The tall beauty raised the thin sword and instructed her subordinates: "Give him weapons, and leave someone to care for his companion."
"This guy is quite loyal indeed!"
Saying to care, but it was actually taking hostage.
The surrounding pirates laughed, various peculiar tattoos adorned their bodies, this group was wild and fierce, for they even dared to plunder elves from the Central State.
Crete grabbed the battle axe, glared at that red-haired beauty fiercely, and said in a deep voice: "Barbarian warriors do not abandon their comrades who live and die together."
"I will help you kill, and you let us go."
The pirate ship was faster, by now, it had caught up with the target.
Some figures swung directly onto the ship, Crete roared, leaping across the sea to land on the opposite deck. This was a colonizing ship from the Golden City, they had conquered many places but hadn’t governed much, rather directly looting gold resources from places.
In essence, forcing small city-states to pay tribute.
A barbarian’s combat power ranks top anywhere, though Crete was not skilled in sea battles, having to maintain balance while on deck.
That red-haired beauty also leapt like a leopard, her thin sword instantly pierced one man to death, it was an elfin sword weapon modified into a human thin sword.
"With such a thin sword, how can you kill a man?"