Chapter 442: Chapter 60: Barbarians, Dwarves, and a Free-for-All At this moment, a subtle change occurred within the entire team.
Although Hegel’s bravery earned the admiration of others, all the barbarians, including Crete, unconsciously followed behind Duncan.
Hegel’s battles were indeed thrilling and hot-blooded, but compared to Duncan, there was ultimately less skill.
These barbarians were not foolish.
While they yearned for fierce and exhilarating battles, being able to easily deal with enemies meant they could boast about it even more impressively back at the tavern.
As long as the Barbarian Warriors drank, they were bound to boast, which was their favorite pastime.
It’s said that dwarves are also quite boastful.
They could have a contest!
"Humans."
Hegel looked at the nearby footprints and said in a deep voice, "Why are there human teams in the barren mountains and ridges? Southern adventurers?"
"Mercenaries shouldn’t take this path."
Mercenaries.
Everyone is just trying to earn a living; they take the main roads. Where would a mercenary group wander into the wilderness? Caravans always follow the established safe routes.
Only adventurers like to delve into the deep mountains and ancient forests.
"Seems like quite a few people died."
Crete looked at the blood on the ground, sniffed with his nose, shrugged and said, "Seems like it’s cooked."
Hmm.
Indeed, it’s cooked.
Duncan even detected a hint of stewed meat aroma.
A group of barbarians approached a stinking cave, filled with bones outside, with a big pot stewing meat. Needless to say, everyone knew what was inside. Inside was a cage, and surprisingly, there were two half-dead people inside.
—Tyr Warrior (Three-Star Silver Gray).
—Hill Dwarf (Three-Star Silver Gray).
Wait?
Tyr?!
A deity from the Norse Pantheon?
Duncan’s expression slightly changed, and by now, Hegel had already smashed the cage with his bare hands, looked inside at the dying people and said, "Their limbs have been broken by the ogres."
"We can’t heal these kinds of injuries."
The ogres were not foolish either; they preferred fresh meat, so they would break limbs to keep them for several days.
The one calling for help was the Tyr Warrior, while the dwarf had already lost consciousness.
"Let’s treat their wounds first."
Duncan said in a deep voice, "Crete, take a look inside the cave; if there are any valuable spoils, bring them out."
"Be careful."
Hegel checked the breath of the dwarf, then turned to Duncan and said, "I’m afraid we’ll have to carry them to the next city."
The Tyr Warrior was already close to fainting.
Crete soon came out, cursing, "It stinks so bad inside!"
"There are some valuable things though."
Making a group of gruff barbarians curse repeatedly; it must truly be stinking to the core.
The group took a brief rest.
Then, before dawn, they continued on their way, carrying a hundred pounds of weight was nothing; Duncan carried three battle axes alone, while Hegel and Crete each carried one and moved on.
"We saved his life; when we return, his clan should forge a few handy weapons for us, right?"
Crete carried the unconscious dwarf and said, "I’ve heard that the dwarf’s forging technique is very impressive."
Hegel glanced back.
Actually, he came here first because of an oracle in the dark; he’s been missing a legendary-level weapon, and the oracle told him to find the dwarves for a chance.
The dwarves in this world are somewhat like those in Nordic mythology, not only skilled in forging but also proficient in magic.
At this moment, the Tyr Warrior had awakened and said weakly, "Thank you for saving me."
Duncan walked up to him, glanced at him, but ultimately said nothing.
The barbarians are not very cultured.
He recognized that something was odd with Tyr at a glance and planned to test out more once they reached the dwarf city.
Their group marched briskly.
Before the dwarf entered the dying state, they reached a city hidden among the hills and mountains; immediately, the dwarf wizards came to receive them.