Duncan laughed.
He chopped the battle-axe against another one, sparks flew, and a notch appeared on the edge. He then looked around at the onlooking Dwarves and said: "Do you think such trash weapons can smash a Giant’s skull?"
"We traveled to the Hill Dwarves’ lands, for glory, for legend, and for the centuries-long friendship between the Barbarian Race Warriors and Dwarves."
"Now, you want us to take this garbage to face your threatening enemies?"
Duncan’s gaze was cold, and with an expressionless face, he said: "If I’d known this."
"We might as well go find the elves!"
"At least they’re willing to give us a few decent war bows, and even willing to make a few magic-power-infused javelins for us!"
To kill the heart.
This is truly to kill the heart.
Hearing Duncan’s words, the nearby dwarves became agitated. Many looked at the City Lord with dissatisfaction. When Duncan mentioned that the elves were at least willing to give them a few decent war bows, even more dwarves couldn’t help but jump out, saying: "I still have the battle axe that my grandfather used!"
"Follow me."
"Take it and smash the giant’s head."
The dwarf blacksmith who drank with them yesterday couldn’t help but roar in anger, "Dwarves are indeed as generous and straightforward as in legends!"
"Young man."
"Follow me, I’ve got a few sets of armor, you can pick some that are usable."
Saying they’re stingier than the elves, that’s something they absolutely can’t tolerate.
Originally, this was a cooperative relationship. Barbarian warriors pursued glory and legends, dwarves wanted to solve problems without losing their own people, what could be better than that.
But to give them nothing, and want them to come back to get things after they chop down the giants, that’s just like a game mission mode.
Only the naive Hegel would agree to such terms so easily.
Duncan couldn’t stand it at all.
Isn’t it normal to pay the mercenaries upfront?
Damn it.
With this kind of junk, facing the giants, they’ll surely suffer casualties.
Seeing the nearby dwarves filled with fervor, the city lord, marked with four stars on the whiteboard, couldn’t help but panic. He quickly let the guards take everyone inside and then opened a dwarven treasure vault, speaking kindly, "These are all magic weapons forged by dwarves, take whatever you fancy."
The barbarian warriors following Duncan were dazzled by what they saw.
Their tribe only entered the iron age in the last hundred or two hundred years. Previously, they relied on big and heavy weapons to deal damage, never had they seen magic weapons forged by dwarves; even Hegel couldn’t help but show a trace of delight.
A Divine Son is still a Divine Son, but equipment needs to be collected by oneself, obtaining them through one’s own efforts.
At least that’s how the early story goes.
Hegel probably needs to gain a legendary reputation before getting the weapons arranged by the Furious Gods for him.
The berserker who just joined the battle group was also entranced. He previously thought Hegel was the battle group’s leader, but now it seemed this person was the soul of the group.
Barbarians don’t know what modesty is.
A group of people happily picked weapons, and someone took up the armor to try on, finding it a bit small, they had to make do with using it as half armor.
Hegel had a silly smile on his face, feeling like he had learned something but hadn’t fully grasped it.
"We also need twenty-seven short-handled throwing axes."
Duncan turned his head to look at the dwarf city lord behind him, speaking gravely, "Three per person, they must be magic weapons."
"Additionally."
"Prepare twelve armor-piercing heavy spears for us."
"Those giants who robbed your goods might already have armor."
The dwarf city lord wiped his cold sweat and quickly nodded in agreement.
By the time the group walked out, their weaponry had been completely refreshed. The dwarf battle axe was very heavy and sharp, feeling substantial in the hand, even Crete couldn’t help but caress it repeatedly.
——"Grandfather (High-tier Marvel)!"
At this moment.
A big-bearded dwarf handed over a battle axe emitting a faint spiritual light, saying, "Young man."
"Take it and come back with the giant’s head."
The words from Duncan truly motivated some dwarves to even bring out their most treasured family heirlooms.
He didn’t stand on ceremony, taking them and leaving.
The whole group had swapped their old weapons for guns, all equipped with the magic weapons forged by dwarves. Walking out of the dwarven territory, Hegel was still in a slightly dazed state.
He felt like he used to be naive.
A dense primeval forest.
Following the dwarf guide’s direction, they found the witch’s treehouse. Upon seeing that extremely beautiful witch with snow-white, full peaks, and a round moon-like behind, even Crete and the barbarians couldn’t help but swallow quietly.
Everyone knows barbarians have only battle, drink, and women in their minds.
——Gleya (Legendary Witch) (Secret Medicine Domain) (Alchemy Domain) (Five-star Golden) [Promoting to Demigod!]
(The target is attempting to establish a legend, gathering the domains of secret medicine and alchemy, along with related divine position concepts.)
This was a tacit understanding of cooperation.
The barbarians were carving out a legend along the way, while incidentally carrying the legend of this witch’s alchemy and secret medicine.
"Come with me."
The beautiful witch named Gleya didn’t care; she never argued with fools, but her gaze did linger on Hegel for a moment, then fell on Duncan.
The emblem was trembling.
From Duncan’s understanding of their past experiences, this beautiful witch had the potential to rise.
The legend of barbarians is straightforward, fight the fiercest monsters, and court the most beautiful women.
All barbarians aspired to this and passed it down through the ages.
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