Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 22 Flash Flood! British Isles

There was a violent storm all night.

Under the moonlit windowsill, Raven Queen Triss admired the midnight storm, the rosy clouds swirling in the sky. Her stunningly beautiful face shone with a hint of contentment and laziness, having witnessed the magnificent beauty of nature. (Edited for harmony.)
She stood up, pushed the door open and went out. When she looked back, the wind and rain outside the window had gradually died down, but there was still a sign that a violent storm was about to come again.

Silent all night.

In the dim light of dawn, Duncan stood up and casually covered the person next to him who looked like a puddle of mud with the soft sheepskin.

He opened the window to let out the smell of last night. The grease candle had been burning for half the night, and the smell in the room was extremely strong, like the smell of sheep. From the bed covered with high-quality sheepskin came a low murmur, as if it didn't like the direct sunlight, and it rolled over and curled up in the corner like a worm.

Duncan didn't take it seriously. He stretched his muscles and felt refreshed. The tiredness of the past few days was swept away, and the gloomy mood left by fighting across most of Europe was also gone.

Crackling.

The muscles and bones crackled.

In the morning light, the muscle texture on his back was as clear as if carved by a knife, his arms were like an ape and his waist was like a bee. When his hands made a move that could move mountains, countless textures gathered like eyes, and his blue veins coiled like a dragon. In the sunlight, it was more impactful than the statues of ancient Greece.

There were paused footsteps at the door. Triss, the Raven Queen, stared blankly. Her slender swan neck swallowed slightly, her cheeks flushed. She said calmly, "Since you're up."

"Then let's go to morning class."

"Today I will teach you to read and write Latin, as well as the teachings of Socratics."

inside the room.

The beautiful woman who was curled up in the corner like a maggot and peeking out suddenly shuddered all over and shrank back like an ostrich, even her delicate body trembling slightly.

Duncan nodded, put on his coat, and as he walked out the door, he said to the slave girl behind the Raven Queen, Triss, "Go boil some water."

“Then send it in.”

He motioned to Triss, the Raven Queen, to wait for him, and walked to the mountain stream, where he washed himself with his bare chest. The mountain torrents last night did not cause much damage. There were only a few mountain women repairing fences and drying sheepskins. They saw the masculine energy here from afar and could not help but stop to look. The figure of the ancient Greek statue made the mountain women exclaim and cover their mouths.

The blood of the Holy Grail has begun to take effect.

It may also be because of the long journey that Duncan's physical fitness has improved dramatically. He can now gallop on the horse with one hand, and the weight of over 100 kilograms is like nothing to him. He doesn't even need to use both hands to control the reins.

With his current physique, an ordinary steed wouldn't be enough to unleash his full combat skills. Only a renowned horse like Red Hare could unleash his full potential. His many killer moves were beyond his capabilities, and if his adrenaline kicked in, even an ordinary warhorse wouldn't be able to match his frantic galloping speed.

The Raven Queen, Triss, was already waiting in the hall.

She did not want Duncan to be a reckless warrior like the Spartans, so she planned to teach him literacy, philosophy, art and other things to cultivate his sentiments in order to balance the killing of blood and fire.

His human form was born as a farmer and was an apprentice to a blacksmith. He could read a little, but he had learned very little.

Although Duncan had experiences in his previous life, he did not want to disappoint the Raven Queen's kindness, so he studied hard. The abilities he acquired were mostly combat skills, and occasionally learning some medieval philosophy could cultivate his sentiments.

At noon.

Finally, Anya walked downstairs shyly under the help of the female slaves. She looked tired and lazy, but her complexion was excellent, radiant and beautiful, almost competing with the Raven Queen - Triss for beauty. However, her eyes were wandering and she felt timid and uneasy. When she was swept by the calm gaze of the Raven Queen - Triss, her legs began to tremble subconsciously.

Last night there was a violent storm, and Triss, the Raven Queen, whipped the heroine three times to shatter her dream, but Anya would not give up easily!
"Have a meal."

The Raven Queen, Triss, had a blank expression on her face, indicating that Duncan's ancient Greek philosophy for the day was over.

Anya was as if she had been pardoned, and even took the initiative to bring food to the slave girl.

Severus was in a bad mood today. He occasionally glanced at Duncan and they smiled awkwardly at each other. It seemed that his blood circulation was blocked and his old abdominal injury was aching slightly. He could only sit aside and wait for dinner.

I am a wounded soldier, so I should concentrate on eating, eat seriously, and eat well.

There was nothing major happening in the mountain village, and it was impossible for Kveto to lead people out to plunder the manor often, so some people trained in the open area in the afternoon. The fighting style was a bit like that of the gladiators in ancient Rome, not the fighting style of a regular legion.

This is related to the heritage of the exiles. They were trained as gladiators in their early years. In addition, they usually engaged in small-scale fighting, so their training method was close to the ranger style.

If you really go to the battlefield, it is better to use swords and knives to attack. In the Roman battle formation, shields are used for defense and heavy short swords are used for attack. They can be killed and scream for their parents.

During the Spartacus uprising, there were so many outstanding gladiators who could kill Roman soldiers at will in single combat, but once the battle formation was deployed, they were still defeated.

The most typical example is the prototype of Assassin's Creed, the Assassin, who was completely defeated by the Mongolian cavalry and could not use his personal strength at all.

The army's combat skills are actually very simple and unpretentious.

Duncan was quite interested. He glanced at Triss, the Raven Queen, and asked, "Should I teach you some fighting skills?"

The Raven Queen, Triss, readily agreed.

While Duncan's greatest combat power came from his God's Perspective, in his normal state, the abilities he'd seized became instincts. Each move, each one, couldn't be mastered without a decade or more of painstaking practice. He'd only taught the Raven Queen, Triss, the fundamentals of combat, breaking down the most basic techniques like slashing, stabbing, and slashing.

The Raven Queen - Triss learns very quickly, and it seems that she had a certain foundation in the past.

It didn't take long.

Many mountain people gathered around. They didn't dare to look at the Raven Queen - Triss. Most of their eyes were on Duncan. Some of them took wooden swords and followed to learn the basic moves.

Duncan still doesn't know any advanced fighting styles, his fighting ability is based on the most basic things.

"Pick a few people to train."

Duncan saw Kveto in the crowd and picked up a simple wooden sword.

Kveto was quite excited. He looked at the people around him and saw that many of them were eager to try, so he went up first and then called a few of his close men.

A sword thrust out.

Duncan moved casually, and immediately made Kveto's stab miss. With his current fighting skills, one must be at least an expert to force him to roll to dodge.

clang!
When Quveto swung his sword, Duncan raised his sword and blocked it. In an instant, he moved forward like a butterfly and appeared directly beside Quveto. The wooden sword in his hand was already on Quveto's neck, even leaving a faint red mark.

He didn't use any force. If he had used all his strength, the wooden sword would probably have cut Kveto's neck.

There was an uproar all around.

Duncan's counterattack was extremely simple, which was to parry, move, charge, and slash with the sword, the most basic sword-lifting style, and then Kveto was already a "dead man".

The two men's physical fitness, fighting skills, and reaction speed are not on the same level.

"Come again."

Duncan casually picked up a shield and gestured to the six people in front of him, "Come on together."

These six people are ready to make a move.

Soon someone shouted, as if to build up courage, and came towards Duncan, sweeping the wooden sword towards his waist.

Clang. He held the wooden shield, thrusting backhandedly. One man crouched, clutching his waist and abdomen, and cried out in pain. Another slashed down. Duncan lunged forward, swung his shield, and with a bang, the man fell facedown, nearly unconscious.

Chop, hack, and stab.

Shield Block.

There were no fancy moves, just the most basic fighting style. Duncan knocked all six people to the ground without using the God's perspective, but Kveto's desperate attack caused the wooden sword to grazed his arm, leaving a shallow red mark.

There was cheering all around.

The onlookers cheered for Duncan's extraordinary fighting skills, and also cheered for Kveto's ability to hurt Duncan.

"As expected, there's no God's Perspective. My abilities are just standard panel attributes."

It was already quite difficult for this bunch of combat specialists to deal with six people at the same time.

Of course, if it were full body armor, the result would be completely different.

Duncan reached out and pulled the fallen Kvitto up. He said in a deep voice, "We will stay here for a few days. During these days, I will train you in combat skills."

"Bring over all the young men from the village."

Kveto looked surprised, but was a little disappointed when he heard that he was leaving.

It's not easy to find someone to rely on in this chaotic world.

Duncan naturally had other plans for them, but that would require a lot of preparation, and without a fleet, there was no way to transport the exiles to Britain. A large number of people needed food, drink, and defecation, and he didn't know what the situation was like on Britain, so he had to explore the way first.

In the Middle Ages, the British Isles could easily accommodate tens of thousands of exiles for their rest and recuperation.

After all the trouble, it was already afternoon.

Duncan observed the mountain stronghold and, from a God's perspective, arranged for people to build defenses. In fact, it was just a matter of making some small arrangements in a few dangerous places, so that in case of a battle, there would be more reaction time.

Not all exile groups are rebels.

Kveto sent people to nearby towns to inquire about the news, and then tried to contact the merchant ship prepared by Anya.

With the supplies they looted yesterday, they will have no problem surviving this winter.

The figure of Raven Queen Triss wandered around the mountain stronghold. She was so beautiful that people dared not look at her directly. In just one afternoon, after communicating with the exiled mountain people, more than ten people were transformed into units marked in green.

Even some mountain women would kneel down and pay their respects to her when they saw her, calling her "Priest".

Sacrifices in ancient Rome rarely involved kneeling. In addition to offering sacrifices to the gods they believed in, the Romans offered sacrifices more to their ancestors. Often, behind the shrines of the statues of gods, the spirit tablets of the ancestors were placed for worship together.

The Raven Queen, Triss, does not like being worshipped on her knees.

However, the barbarians had the custom of kneeling on the ground during sacrifices. After a little effort, we finally made those ignorant mountain people stop wanting to kneel on the ground when they met.

Many people here are polytheists.

Only believers in ordinary churches will gradually give up ancestor worship and ancestor sacrifices. Beliefs truly influenced by traditional Roman culture often have small family temples dedicated to household gods (specific beliefs) and the souls of ancestors.

One of the crimes that church members were persecuted at that time was "not offering sacrifices to ancestors", which was a great disrespect in ancient Rome.

In order to cater to the religious policies of the Roman Empire at that time, the early church introduced many rituals similar to traditional Roman sacrifices into church ceremonies, but these customs were eventually condemned as heresy by church leaders.

There is a reason why polytheism, with such a chaotic belief system, can unite to persecute Catholics.

Exiles are people who cannot live happily.

They don't care that much about faith. They will believe in whoever can keep them alive.

Duncan and his party stayed here for three days.

Finally, after contacting the ship prepared by Anya, the five of them disguised themselves and headed for the nearby town port. The Saxons not only invaded Britain, they also invaded Germania Minor. However, no one cared about Britain, while Germania Minor had to face the Franks and the imperial border guards.

At present, Germania Minor has not completely fallen, at least the empire still has a few military towns.

Blue sea and sunny sky.

On the eighteenth day of their journey, Duncan and his crew crossed most of Europe and finally boarded a ship bound for the British Isles.

The province of Britain has been abandoned.

The empire withdrew its last garrison several decades ago, so now the British Isles are left unattended and are a chaotic zone of war. The Saxons launched a migration and invasion that lasted for hundreds of years, and the traditional Celtic living space was gradually oppressed and eventually transformed into Wales and Scotland.

Of course, according to legend, King Arthur did regain the lost land.

He and the Knights of the Round Table fought twelve battles and repelled the Saxons who invaded the British Isles. However, after his death, the Saxons regained absolute dominance.

Duncan now wants to explore the situation in the British Isles.

A flock of seagulls flew by.

The Raven Queen - Triss stood on the deck, gazing at the British Isles in the distance with an inexplicable look on her face. No one knew what she was thinking about. Occasionally her gaze drifted and fell on Duncan, and she never looked away again.

Anya looked excited. After all, she was just a Roman noble lady and seldom left the Italian peninsula. At this moment, she was looking at the land curiously, and seemed to find everything new to her.

Two-star whiteboard.

As the weakest witch Duncan had ever seen, Anya tried several times to walk up to him and link her arms with him to show affection, but after being glanced at by the Raven Queen Triss, she subconsciously stayed where she was.

"We will soon arrive in Britain." Severus' voice was low.

Druids originated from Celtic culture.

Today in the European continent, the Germanic barbarians are rising, the Huns are pressing forward, the Celts are gradually weakening, and after Gaul accepted the cultural transformation of the empire, real druids have become very rare.

He definitely wanted to preserve the druid heritage. If the church hadn't killed them all and tried everyone from the old era as "heretics", he wouldn't have given it a try.

"Britain..."

Duncan gazed at the distant land and murmured, "Has King Arthur been born yet?"

The breeze brought a faint smell of blood.

The sailors cried out in surprise: "Saxons! It's a warship of Saxon pirates!"

Since they were going to invade the British Isles across the sea, the Saxons were naturally good at sailing.

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(End of this chapter)