Chapter 438: Chapter 57: River Goddess The battle is over.
Duncan’s status is now somewhat different.
However, the group had just experienced a fierce battle, and would need at least two days’ rest before they could set out again. The battle here wasn’t about women, but about taking down a Legendary Level nine-headed hydra lizard, and time was needed to perform funeral rites for the deceased, after which they would take a handful of ashes and be done with it.
If the deceased were a father or brother, they’d smear the ashes on their bodies, thus inheriting their courage and strength.
The average life expectancy of Usga Barbarian warriors is about thirty-five years. Very few make it back to the tribe alive at the end. Given this miserable life expectancy, they believe in living for pleasure, enjoying life to the fullest, and never missing an opportunity to sleep with a woman when it arises, these wild and vigorous barbarians would say.
Many deities of the Fury Pantheon are manifestations of natural disasters; you don’t know whether tomorrow or an accident will come first or which battle will lead to a sudden death, hence the widespread hedonistic philosophies.
The doctrine of the God of Strength advocates enjoying life because warriors die too soon, heaven to the left, warriors to the right.
When there’s something to fight for, warriors are really motivated.
Barbarian warriors place more importance on health, physique, and strength than on material wealth.
Having a fight is a good thing for them; if idle, they’d drink themselves to death.
Night falls.
According to Hegel’s plan, they would set out at midday tomorrow; you couldn’t expect much planning from a group of barbarians whose minds are all muscle. In normal times, the human form might offer some suggestions, but others wouldn’t pay much attention and are more willing to follow Hegel’s orders.
But now things were a bit different; when Duncan proposed a different opinion, the lively and energetic barbarians seriously considered it.
They respect strength and the strong, even the prideful Hegel would now earnestly listen to Duncan’s advice.
Crit and others went off to sleep with women again.
He’s a bit older, almost thirty years.
According to him, he might not make it back to the Great Snow Mountain alive from this journey, so he’s sleeping with as many women as possible; he hasn’t married in the tribe, and most of his children were born on adventures, even participating in a Mishir people’s group marriage ceremony, with ten men marrying ten women.
It’s said, just rumored, that during one adventure, he even slept with an Amazonian Warrior.
Back then, he boasted while drunk that in his youth he used his strength to conquer a fierce Amazon woman and had a wild time for three days and nights with her.
But according to the speculation from the warband, many Amazonian Warriors are graced with Divine Grace, and Crit was likely captured by an Amazonian Warrior, held in the jungle for three days and nights, and upon pleasing her, released.
Yet even so, when mentioning the fierce and strong Amazon women, the other Barbarian warriors showed a trace of yearning and envy.
If offspring were to be born, they’d certainly make a natural warrior!
The Barbarians’ aesthetic is rather simple: large breasts, wide hips, thick legs, a robust physique with possibly some muscles; appearance comes second. They recognize beauty and handsomeness, but a good-looking woman doesn’t necessarily give birth to strong offspring.
The bloodline of the Usga barbarians is very strong.
The last person to achieve legendary glory was ’Highland Wolf - Goss’; his father was a Barbarian, mother a Northerner, abandoned at an early age, raised by Ice Plain Wolves, and later found by a passing Barbarian Shaman who took him back to the tribe for personal teaching.
To put it this way, the descendants of these barbarians, while not the brightest, even as children possess a physicality surpassing that of adults, surviving in the wild if thrown out there.
In Dungeons and Dragons terms, barbarians casually have fifteen to sixteen constitution points; the ones with better talent have eighteen to twenty.
A slight rustling of water sounded.
As Duncan closed his eyes to rest, continuing to digest the details of the human form’s memories, suddenly, at a certain spot on the River of Thebes, a stunning woman with blue sapphire eyes and auburn waist-length hair emerged. She was much more beautiful than the charming priestess they met before, with a magnificent figure, curvaceous lines, the vitality of youth and the allure of a mature woman.
This incredibly beautiful woman rose from the river, walking on the water’s ripples, served by two seductive water spirits, and reached the shore.
She wore a thin long dress, seemingly silk-like but with a hint of water ripple pattern, as if woven from the exquisite water weaving of Eastern Merpeople.
Under the moon’s illumination, her skin appeared as white as jade, her voluptuous bosom revealing a deep cleavage, her slender waist like a willow swaying in the wind, with every inadvertent smile or frown harboring a bewitching power to captivate the mind.
She stood at the shore gazing at the town of the Dibet people, as if pondering and making a difficult decision. First, she glanced in Hegel’s direction, then turned her gaze towards Duncan.
— Dibet River Goddess (descendant of the Oceanid) (divine-like power) (Spirit of Nature) (Four-star Gold).
This extraordinarily beautiful figure silently entered the town, passing unnoticed by anyone. When she passed by Crit’s doorway, she paused for a moment, a slight smile on her face, perhaps mocking, or with some other intention.
Soon, she arrived at an intersection, taking a right would lead to Hegel’s dwelling, the left to a quieter area where Duncan was recuperating.
At this moment, a breeze seemed to carry a whisper.
The Dibet River Goddess glanced in Hegel’s direction, her brows knitting; she wasn’t a powerful River Goddess. On the continent, the River of Thebes was merely an ordinary big river, with status far from comparable to the Yellow River or the Yangtze River, closer to the level of the Ganjiang River.
Finally, the River Goddess made up her mind; she stopped looking towards Hegel and turned to Duncan’s doorway.
At this moment, Duncan was already awake.
In fact, he had sensed something unusual the moment the Dibet River Goddess appeared, but since she was marked as friendly, he hadn’t made any move.
"Goddamn."
"Are the gods’ mythical scripts so good? Even the River Goddess is delivered to my doorstep?"
One second Duncan was sighing in wonder and cursing, the next he was dumbfounded.
Because the Dibet River Goddess had walked toward him.
Creak.
The door opened slowly.
The woman outside the door was so beautiful, possessing a soul-stirring charm of magical allure. She smiled at Duncan before her, as the gentle Wind of Magic brushed by gracefully, saying, "I am a Priestess serving the River Goddess, specifically here to heal your wounds."
What Priestess!
From a godly perspective, the River Goddess before him was like the Elf Queen from the Lord of the Rings, exuding a soft, gentle Spiritual Light. The thin veil of her dress was lifted by the breeze, unintentionally revealing an enchanting figure that made one’s breath pause.