Chapter 443: Chapter 61: Tyr’s Onslaught Sometimes Hegel is like a capricious child.
Duncan had just gone out to explore the map and gather intelligence. When he returned, he found Hegel betting on arm wrestling with someone. After winning, the other party was not satisfied, leading to a brawl. Initially not a big deal, but he smashed the dwarf market, and everyone was disarmed and detained by the dwarf guardians.
"I can’t believe you’re leaving me to clean up this mess."
Duncan took the spoils of the group and went to the innkeeper to pay a hefty fine, finally rescuing these seven simple-minded barbarians.
The brawl damaged things to the point they almost worked for nothing. If it weren’t for the gold they got from the ogre’s nest, they would be bankrupt.
"Thank you! Brother!"
Under the gaze of a burly dwarf with bronze skin, Hegel’s group was released. Hegel looked at Duncan before him with a slightly sheepish expression, his tone a bit lower, and whispered, "Is there any more money?"
"Can we ransom out the person we fought?"
"If we can’t compensate for the damages."
"He’ll be thrown into the dwarves’ underground mines for hard labor."
Damn!
Did this brawl actually lead to friendship?
Duncan glanced at Crete next to him, his face bruised and swollen, as he rubbed the back of his head and whispered, "That’s a real warrior! A berserker from the highlands!"
"Let’s ransom him out."
Upon hearing Crete’s words, the six barbarians nearby nodded in agreement, impressed by the man’s valor.
Since killing the ogre, Duncan had taken over the entire war band’s finances, as Hegel’s literacy level was quite low, and most of these barbarians were illiterate.
He looked at the money bag, which still contained some gold dust, and directly tossed it to Hegel, sighing, "Go ahead."
This period of living together.
Duncan discovered that Hegel wasn’t bad; he was just purely chaotic, somewhere between chaotic neutral and chaotic good. As long as he wasn’t blinded by anger, though he often caused trouble, he possessed the justice and courage of a warrior in essence.
He was born a divine son, but he had no parents growing up, taught by an old shaman, coupled with various factors, leading to his reckless behavior.
Nicely put, he’s a legendary hero; harshly put, he’s just a pawn of the Furious Gods.
A tool to maintain the pantheon legend.
Because he possessed divine power but never truly grasped his own fate!
During this time adapting to this world, Duncan actually already had some ideas, only lacking the power to change it all.
Hegel, he has other plans.
When everything matures, this mythic hero script won’t be dictated by the Furious Gods.
——Highland Berserker - Blu (Divine Descendant) (Four-star silver gray).
After Hegel spent all the group’s money, the dwarf guardians released a burly Highlander. He had muscles firm as steel, looked defiant, and although he was half a head shorter than Hegel, he was not overshadowed by his aura at all.
Divine Descendant?
Third or fourth generation divine offspring? No wonder he could compete with Hegel in arm wrestling!
The two were still unconvinced.
They actually agreed to go outside for another showdown, a wrestling match. If Hegel lost, he would serve the other for a day as a servant, and if the other lost, Hegel would invite him to join the war band.
"Is this event triggered?" Duncan’s expression stirred.
Anywhere Hegel went, something was bound to happen because he’s the legendary protagonist template.
This fighting and befriending scenario was just like it was planned in the script.
The other barbarians went out to join the fun, eager to see who was stronger between Hegel and the opponent. But Duncan had no interest, knowing Hegel had cheats and would explode in critical moments; their confrontation would ensure Hegel’s victory.
Duncan had won last time because Hegel was in a weakened and fatigued state, and everything was in Duncan’s favor.
"Looks like the script has started."
This was Hegel’s first attempt to recruit a non-barbarian warrior, and the divine descendant identity was quite intriguing.
Duncan found the Tyr Warrior they saved that day.
By now, the warrior had woken up, but his injuries were severe, and he could not walk for a while.
"Thank you for saving me."
This Tyr Warrior was named Eric, and he sat down hard, expressing gratitude to Duncan, "If not for you, I might have been eaten by the ogre."
Duncan waved his hand, his gaze catching a glimpse of the emblem on Eric, curiosity piquing, "Is this the divine spirit you serve?"
"I’ve never seen an emblem like this."
This Tyr Warrior wore a warhammer scale emblem, even keeping it close while sleeping.
"My Lord Tyr."
Upon hearing Duncan’s words, this Tyr Warrior was instantly interested and eagerly introduced, "He is a powerful Divine Spirit from Asgard, presiding over fairness and justice."
"During the period of Justice Leap, he unexpectedly led a group of Otherworld Divine Attendants to descend and saved countless people with divine miracles."
"And thus, he was cherished by mortal faith; we are all warriors following Tyr."