Chapter 444: Chapter 62: Giants, Witches, Action Blu is a Berserker.
This guy is even fiercer than the Barbarian Race Warriors. Once he enters a frenzy state, his strength can rival Hegel, but the Berserkers have a slightly weaker constitution; their special ability only enhances strength and not much their constitution.
Blu trained with a Highland Gladiator in his early years and has a proper warrior background. Later, he accidentally awakened his frenzy ability and apprenticed under a wandering Barbarian warrior.
He came to the land of the Hill Dwarves to find an evil Warlock.
"What is a Warlock?"
Curious about the Warlock Blu mentioned, Hegel asked: "Is he a type of Wizard?"
The Barbarians present were only familiar with Priests and Shamans. It was heard that in the south, there was a type of divine position that emerged with the human city-state era, called Priests, who relied on the power of a Divine Spirit to cast magic, but had not been widely spread yet.
As for Wizards, that existence is very ancient, traceable back to the Stone Age and the times of primitive human tribes.
Priests were a new term at this point.
In recent years, with the large-scale development of city-state civilization, more and more human tribes entered the Iron Age, and many new professions emerged. For instance, in the southern Phantom Forest, humans learned the Path of Nature from the elves, and a new profession called Ranger was born.
The Barbarian Race Warriors were also only distinguished from the oldest warrior profession in the past few hundred years, but it was the outsiders who liked to differentiate them; the Barbarians all believed themselves to be warriors.
Why so many ornate professional distinctions? Anyone who can cut is a warrior.
Just do it.
Blu tore a big bite out of a piece of roasted lizard leg, and said deeply: "I don’t know what a Warlock is either."
"But they are said to have the bloodline of Giants and demons and possess Wizard-like magical power."
In this primitive era, strange and peculiar professions often emerged, but whether they could be passed down was uncertain.
The world was still a makeshift stage, with everyone learning and doing things chaotically – as long as they could learn, it was considered usable.
Warlock was also a new term.
Because they were born from the mixed blood of humans and other beings, as the concept of cities was born, primitive Wizards also underwent transformations. Some Wizards settled in the city-states and called themselves Mages, mainly concentrating in richer areas.
But in most places, the classification was still between male and female Wizards, and the impact of the city-state era was challenging the ancient tribal traditions.
That Warlock stole the Highlanders’ stone of worship.
To hunt him down, many of the Highlander tribes sent over a dozen powerful warriors, and Blu was just one of them.
"We will help you."
Hegel patted his chest in assurance: "If we encounter him, we’ll help you get your tribe’s stone of worship back."
It was a stone said to have come from a dragon, according to legend.
The era when Giant Dragons and Giants were active has just passed. Although not as many as before, it’s still possible to find a fair number.
By the time Duncan returned, Hegel had already found a new mission for the group.
The Hill Dwarves had recently suffered from Giant harassment; they often robbed caravans, taking merchandise and horses. If they helped the Dwarves eliminate the threat of the Hill Giants, the Dwarves promised to forge a batch of weapons and armor using cold iron for them.
At this time, upon hearing the news, Duncan felt like he was playing an RPG game. First, he gained a new companion, and then they took the Dwarves’ task. It was not unexpected that someone would die next.
"The Dwarves say that group of Hill Giants is tough to deal with."
Crete looked happily at the returning Duncan, stepped up, and said: "But there’s a witch named Gleya in the nearby forest who invented a magical potion. After drinking it, it grants mortals the strength to rival Giants."
"As long as we get her help, dealing with the Giants should be easy."
Duncan looked expressionlessly at Hegel; for some reason, faced with Duncan’s gaze, Hegel felt a bit guilty.
"Did you just agree to the Dwarves’ request like that?"
Duncan frowned and glanced at the others: "Grab your weapons and come with me."
Hegel quickly followed, cautiously asking: "Where to?"
Duncan glanced at him, coldly saying: "To find the City Lord of the Hill Dwarves."
Soon.
Seven sturdy Barbarians, plus a newly joined Berserker, walked straight to the City Lord’s Mansion under the curious eyes of passersby.
"City Lord."
Duncan stared at the Dwarven City Lord before him, a unit marked with four-star whiteboard status, raised his battle-axe, and tapped on its notch, saying: "You just want us to use this pile of junk to deal with the Hill Dwarves’ greatest enemy?"
His voice was very loud. Even though the Dwarven guards invited them inside, Duncan remained motionless. If he didn’t move, the other Barbarians also stood their ground.
They quickly attracted many Dwarf onlookers.
"We just eliminated the nearby Ogre and saved one of your kin."
"Now."
"Your trade route is under threat and needs help solving the Hill Giants’ problem."
"Yet, you want us to use this junk to deal with the Giants? Tsk tsk! The legend has it that Dwarves are a generous and hearty race!..."
"Now it seems uncertain."
Duncan turned and looked at the nearby curious Dwarf onlookers, directly handing his battle-axe over and asking: "Is it sharp?"
Dwarves have a talent for blacksmithing. The bearded Dwarf took it and examined it, shaking his head like a rattle, disdainful: "Crude craftsmanship, very blunt, sharpen it and it might be usable for firewood."