He was not worried about this woman causing trouble, because she still didn’t know about the barbarian’s fickleness.
Hegel was the same.
The entire Barbarian Battle Group fought and ravaged all the way, heading south to the hilly regions; do you see any woman in the battle group?
They quickly delved deeper into the hill mountains.
Fanny appeared a bit pampered, getting winded after some mountain path. Hegel saw this and directly let her sit on his shoulders. His burly frame was like a door plank, having no trouble carrying a petite woman.
"These are giant footprints. Looks like there are quite a few."
Ugar had learned tracking from the Hunters. He squatted down, took a look, and said in a deep voice, "At least five giants. Not easy to deal with."
In the tide of times, among various races vying for dominance, humanity counts as one of the victors.
Humans, Elves, Dwarves.
These three factions suppressed the other races during the Dark Ages.
Giants have always been losing quite miserably. Apart from places like the Gao Suo Icefield, similar to Siberia, there aren’t any large-scale giant tribes elsewhere. But that ghostly place is much like the Siberian tundra; the current era’s level of civilization doesn’t support large-scale human propagation there, otherwise, it would have been conquered too.
In the Dimension Space, from a god’s-eye view.
Duncan had already spotted the target. He gave Hegel a slight nod: "To the north of the mountains, find a way over there."
Hegel set the woman on his shoulders down and picked up his weapon, saying in a deep voice, "Alright."
The group took out their javelins and throwing axes.
Three throwing axes hung on their waists, with javelins on their backs.
——Adult Hill Giant (Four Stars).
——Hill Giant Warrior (Four-Star Silver Grey).
——Stone Thrower-Gael (Heroic Unit) (Five-Star Silver Grey).
These seem to be Hill Giants that migrated from elsewhere. They established a camp nearby, forming a small settlement through plundered resources. Giants have always been nomadic and hunting tribes; they must rely on plunder to survive.
"Stone Thrower?"
Duncan suddenly had a bad feeling. He signaled the other Barbarians to wait, then checked the surrounding terrain and said in a deep voice, "The enemy has a ranged shooter."
"Hegel, do you have the confidence to entangle him?"
There might be casualties.
The Stone Thrower Gael was incredibly tall and robust, holding a peculiar catapult, like those used in ancient Greek times.
Without strong giant tribes, there usually aren’t war bows.
Hegel’s gaze was sharp, taking a look into the distance. He said in a deep voice, "Leave it to me!"
Duncan held great respect for him.
Entrusting him with the toughest enemy, he felt Duncan’s respect.
Good brother!
And regarding the woman they’d encountered, Duncan showed no intent to compete, a testament to their brotherhood forged in life and death.
To be honest.
The Goddess of Love herself, Duncan might be slightly interested, like a socialite Green Tea Priestess. After all, the imperial court is never short of such women.
Despite Hegel’s significant appetite, he wasn’t picky at all.
Yet those who aren’t picky always find fun.
By dusk.
Seven Barbarians, along with a Berserker, launched a raid. Hegel sprinted ahead, charging in the forefront of the group, using his strengths aptly. He was born to be a vanguard, not easily falling in battle even after overexerting.
A frenzied roar sounded.
Hegel entered the Great Frenzy state.
"Fool!"
"Can’t you enter frenzy without a battle cry?"
The group had just drunk the Giant Power Potion given by the witch Gleya, but Hegel’s frenzied battle cry cost them thirty seconds of raid time.
Don’t overlook those thirty seconds; it could mean a difference of one to two hundred meters.
"Enemies!" (Giant Language)
The first to react was a Giant Hunter. It let out a warning and threw a massive stone. Hegel, leading the charge, easily dodged and, using his arms, scaled the rock face, leaping upwards several stories to land on the platform layer ahead.
No matter what, he had charged up, buying time for the others.
"Javelins!"
Duncan’s brow twitched as he watched the stone drop like a cannonball. If it hit, it could mean instant death. No wonder the Dwarves didn’t come themselves; with their short legs, climbing would be a hassle.
These giants had some strategy.
Behind them, the Priestess named Fanny’s legs were already going soft.
She had never witnessed such a scene before.
Previously, it was purely the feeling that Hegel looked heroic and strong, like a legendary figure. But once they began fighting, just seeing those grim giants made her shiver. While Southern nobles might duel for love, it wasn’t like this life-and-death slaughter.
Fortunately, Hegel did not disappoint. Swinging his warhammer, he created a whirlwind, smashing a giant’s chest in and sending its figure flying.
At this time, Berserker-Blu also rushed onto the hill.
Both frontline tanks were in position, so Duncan could calmly give orders, signaling the others to take out their throwing axes. A standard battle group certainly couldn’t all be warriors, but for now, they had no choice but to substitute with thrown weapons for some suppressive fire.
Their gear was somewhat akin to a mix between Roman infantry and French ax throwers.
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