Chapter 456: Chapter 68: Wild Heart, Seeking Women 4 Besides, the Barbarian has plenty of strength, and they only need one meal to cover a hundred kilometers.
Blu the Berserker was a bit dumbfounded. He glanced at Duncan, who had a cold light glinting from the grandfather on his shoulder, and honestly carried a stone as they set off.
Put your backs into it, all of you!
If they’re going to make a name for themselves in this Barbarian Battle Group, they have to become legends. No weak monsters should be able to claim their heads; true Barbarian warriors should only fall by the hands of Legendary Powerhouses.
When it was Hegel’s responsibility, even killing a Nine-headed Hydra Lizard cost many lives. Now that Duncan is effectively the group leader, he must whip them into shape.
The potential of these Barbarians, once properly trained, reaching four-star silver-gray is not hard at all.
Duncan isn’t counting on all of them surviving in the end.
But at least, in the future, they should die like true warriors, leaving their names and feats in this legend.
Hegel hasn’t been subjected to forced training in many years.
The last time was in his youth.
The Divine Son couldn’t help but turn to look at Duncan. Not far away, Duncan was carrying his grandfather on his shoulder and lifting a package that weighed hundreds of pounds onto his back with one hand.
Well, whatever.
Hegel finally understood the meaning of "the less trouble, the better."
When muscles can’t solve the problem, the brain starts working.
Assess the situation.
Sometimes, the simple truth is that only those with big fists can reason with others.
A group of simple Barbarians, soaking with sweat and passion.
With dreams of the Golden Coast and beautiful women, they set off on the broad road ahead. As for Duncan, somehow a vine stick appeared in his hand, and if anyone slacked off, he’d give them a lash, making them run faster than a rabbit.
Finally, camping on the second day was quite peaceful because all the Barbarians had settled down. Their abundant energy had mostly been spent on the road.
Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!
Hegel was practicing weightlifting with a stone block specially made for him by Duncan. His solid muscles seemed as if forged from steel. His gaze was firm, lacking much of the impatience, with only a strong desire to defeat Duncan.
Originally, Crete wanted to slack off but hesitated for a moment and began practicing weighted jumps.
The Barbarians’ signature battle move is the Jump Slash.
Lately, he’s been mocked for having soft legs and an unstable stance, so he must strengthen his leg training.
Blu seemed to have adapted to the Barbarian lifestyle, chopping wood with a knife, occasionally glancing at Duncan cooking seriously and Hegel training diligently.
This life was an experience he never had before; although simple, it seemed happy, not requiring much thought.
"Wake up, everyone, we’ve got work!"
At dawn, a fat man dressed like a merchant suddenly appeared near Duncan, along with a few bodyguard-looking people, looking in fear at the shirtless Barbarians.
He patted Crete’s face and said to Hegel, "There’s a group of bandits up ahead, seems like marauding wild gnoll."
"You all tidy up and earn some pocket money."
Hearing this, Hegel silently grabbed a half-ton stone pillar and prepared to set off.
The other Barbarians quickly followed.
When Hegel led them, they only fought the big monsters. Duncan was less picky, chopping the small ones along the way, just to stretch his muscles.
After a few days, they earned themselves a title.
— Monster Slayer Battle Group.
— Giant Slayer-Hegel.
The more people, the more prosperous the place, the more they had to make a name and legend.
A group of shirtless Barbarians, not even holding weapons, each grabbed a stone pillar and charged toward the bandit camp ahead.
What a mighty and majestic group of Great Han Dynasty!
The merchant from the Golden Coast watched, mouth agape, and Duncan only needed a glance for him to obediently present a bag of gold.
The battle group’s size had expanded again.
On their journey, they added a cart, three horses, and a Westmil guide, but the horses couldn’t be ridden since they couldn’t bear the weight of a Barbarian, too heavy.
The Dwarves left them with quite a bit of treasure when they parted.
It was a pity.
The group enjoyed drinking, eating, brawling, and chasing women, spending most of their treasure inadvertently.
They had no choice but to make a living by chopping their way through the road.
Hegel had no intention of competing over these matters; he was most annoyed with dealing with the group’s meals.
Currently, chopping, eating, wrestling, training, brawling, and sleeping with women, his life was simple yet rapid in strength progress.
This was the adventure life he yearned for in the past.
The battle quickly ended.