Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 3 Head Harvesting
Once the barbarian mercenaries suffered a defeat, they would plunder the people of the empire to restore morale.

This is an old tradition of the empire.

The barbarian troops had to burn, kill, and loot before they could regain their fighting strength. If the empire's military pay couldn't keep up during wartime, they could simply massacre nearby villages and towns to gather supplies locally. For some high-ranking officials in the empire, barbarian armies might offer a better value for money, as they sometimes didn't need to be paid.

These enemies have the advantage in numbers, but they do not have a strong attack.

Because the caravan's guards still have a certain degree of combat capability, a strong attack would probably result in considerable casualties.

The leader of the guards on horseback shouted into the distance, speaking the northern barbarian language. The caravan traveled all over the place all year round and was proficient in many languages. What he meant was probably to leave half of the goods to them and give the others a way out.

The defeated barbarians refused.

A fierce man who looked like a leader came out. He was covered with a bear skin and had a ferocious expression. He said in a low voice, "Leave all your property and women behind, and I will let you go."

It turned out that the barbarian scouts were sharp-eyed and saw that there were some women in the team, and the barbarian warriors immediately became restless.

The people in the caravan looked hesitant when they heard this.

call out!
A sharp arrow shot through the air and directly blew up the head of the nearest barbarian fleeing soldier. The negotiations broke down instantly and the battle was about to break out.

Duncan saw it clearly.

The arrow flew out suddenly from the crowd. No one was seen putting an arrow on a bow. It was as if an arrow was shot out of thin air, making negotiation impossible.

That witch did it.

There were only a few women in the caravan, and as soon as the other party asked for money and women, a barbarian fleeing soldier was immediately shot to death.

The enraged barbarian army began to attack.

They should be the broken-up centurions, about thirty in number, with different equipment. Unlike the imperial army, most of them wore animal hide armor, and some were even bare-chested, holding two-handed battle axes or two-handed swords, like defeated soldiers from different armies gathered together.

But these guys run so fast!
If the knight that Duncan and King Qin had run around the pillar before had their running speed, he would probably have been defeated long ago.

"This speed is almost the same as a 100-meter sprint!"

"Are barbarians so physically strong?"

If the enemy were to charge head-on, except for a few mercenaries with good skills who could withstand it, the others would probably collapse instantly.

"Give me the bow!"

Without saying a word, Duncan put down the inferior hunting bow in his hand and directly reached out to grab the northern war bow of a guard next to him. The caravan guard was a little confused, and before he could react, the bow in his hand had been snatched away by Duncan.

"Here you go."

He threw the inferior hunting bow over, and instantly put an arrow on the bow. The bow was pulled into a full moon shape, and the bowstring was taut. His physical fitness after the time travel was good, and he could even fully pull the bow. At the moment when the cross star kept shaking in the projection interface, relying on more than ten years of experience in playing games, Duncan relied on the swinging cross star to aim and lock the target despite his insufficient archery skills.

call out!
A barbarian berserker who was rushing in the front was instantly shot in the head. His health bar appeared for a moment and then disappeared. It was obviously longer than the health bar of the person he met before.

But it is still within the range of ordinary people.

"As long as there's still crosshairs."

“My skills are still there!”

This arrow stunned everyone else on the battlefield, and the defeated barbarian soldiers also looked terrified. The dead man should be one of the leaders, or a warrior of the barbarian class, equivalent to the noble knights of the empire.

These high-level warriors, who are said to be blessed by shamans, possess vitality far beyond that of ordinary people. It is difficult to kill them unless they are fatally wounded.

When the Empire conquered the barbarians, they even dared to charge directly at the Imperial Guards.

"One kill!"

Duncan slowly nocked his arrow onto his bow, watching his stamina bar. Drawing a hard bow was quite draining. Perhaps because he'd just shot so accurately, the shifting crosshairs had surprisingly stabilized. From what I'd learned from previous gaming experiences, as archery skills improved, the crosshairs should become increasingly stable, eventually becoming a calibrated crosshair that would hit whatever you pointed at.

When you have mastered the archery skills, you can shoot wildly. If your skills are not advanced enough, you can only rely on your own operation, using hand sensing and calculation to aim.

Forget about the firing rate now.

"Hit Bo Q!"

Sharp arrows flew through the air, and another barbarian warrior wearing bear skin was shot in the head on the spot. The barbarians like to charge in the front, have poor discipline, and value bravery above all else. It often happens that backbones of the army rush too hard and are killed. However, their fighting will is high, and they believe that dying on the battlefield is a true man, and dying in bed is a cowardly act. Therefore, dead officers can still fight, and after a rout, they can gather the remaining soldiers and fight again. Their morale is much higher than that of the imperial army.

However, the death of two officers still made them feel afraid.

The defeated soldiers had suffered a major defeat before, and their morale was already low.

When Duncan put arrows on his bow again, some of the barbarian soldiers looked obviously terrified and turned around to flee.

One arrow at a time.

This is so scary!
"Sharpshooter!" The caravan guard leader was shocked and surprised. He took two people to guard Duncan on both sides, as if he was afraid that he would be killed by the barbarian archers.

In small-scale local battles, the deterrent power of a sharpshooter is quite amazing.

“The feel is still there!”

Duncan gradually calmed down.

If he were to do it himself, his hands would probably be shaking so much that he couldn't even draw the bow smoothly. However, in the interface with a God's perspective, the momentum of fighting a hundred people alone in the game back then emerged.

"I am the sharpshooter of Calradia!"

"Champion of the Arena!"

"Fearless Knight of the Battlefield!"

"King of Ashes!"

Duncan slightly raised the angle and shot, taking advantage of his good touch to kill as many as he could.

"Blow wave Q!"

The sharp arrow fell in an arc and pierced through the chest. Although the enemy was not killed on the spot, he probably wouldn't live long.

Barbarian mercenaries rarely wore heavy armor, and the defeated soldiers had even discarded some of their armor and shields. It was truly amazing for a sharpshooter to take on lightly armored units. Barbarian territories were mostly mountainous and virgin forests, so archers posed less of a threat in dense forests. They were also unaccustomed to fighting in forests wearing heavy armor.

Duncan's touch was unmatched for a moment, and he was ready to get a pentakill in one go.

call out!
But at this moment, a sharp arrow came. From the God's perspective, Duncan was instantly alert and realized that he was being sniped by an enemy archer. But before he could react, the arrow seemed to hit something in the air, and it deviated in direction and fell limply, hitting the buttocks of the man lying limp on the ground in front of him.

He suddenly started howling like a ghost, thinking he was going to die.

The leader of the guards next to him slapped him directly, knocking out one of his teeth and almost making the unlucky guy faint.

"Shut up!"

With the knife on his neck, he became obedient in an instant.

From a God's perspective, Duncan noticed a hooded figure approaching him. She had curvy figures and was definitely a woman. She just raised her hand slightly, and the arrow shot at him immediately deviated from its trajectory.

Witch!

The yellow neutral symbol suddenly turned blue, and even showed signs of turning into a green unit. Was it becoming a friendly unit?

Duncan didn't hesitate at all and turned the arrow towards the barbarian archer. He remembered that he could seize the enemy's abilities after killing them. If he killed one or two barbarian archers, he might be able to unlock the archery skill.

"Baby catch Q!"

"Spray him Q!"

Duncan's touch was explosive. He shot seven arrows in a row and killed five people. Three of them died on the spot and two were seriously injured and on the verge of death. He single-handedly broke the offensive of this wave of barbarian soldiers.

The leader of the defeated army, who was wearing a bear skin, was so frightened that he retreated out of the range of the gunfire.

From a God's perspective, Duncan's ability to kill is really too strong.

Their only chance was to take advantage of the panic of the caravan guards and rush in. Once the defensive formation was deployed, it would be impossible to break through it all at once.

"I can't believe I've been playing games for over a decade, and I'd be killing it in this situation!"

From God's perspective.

The young man controlled by Duncan's consciousness had a cold expression, like a ruthless marksman, with only a slight evil smile on the corner of his mouth.

Once you enter the God's perspective, the controlled body will become a mechanized killer.

The barbarian soldiers numbered only about thirty in total, a sixth of their numbers had been lost in a flash. Their morale had been somewhat broken, and with no alternative but to retreat, they could only retreat. Their assault on the chariot formation wouldn't be enough to break it all at once, as the caravan still had a number of guards. If they bought Duncan some time, a ten-kill attack wouldn't be impossible.

More importantly, the barbarian leader wearing bear skin was afraid that he would be shot in the head as well.

Of course, Duncan's archery skills are not that accurate, but with the blessing of the God's perspective and the cross star correction, he doesn't have to worry about anything else or control his body. As long as he gets the feel for it and aims, he can kill with one shot.

Shooting arrows yourself and shooting arrows in a game are two different things.

"They're retreating!" some caravan guards cheered.

Duncan finally put an arrow on his bow and aimed at a parabola at an extremely long distance. The arrow broke through the air and directly crossed the entire battlefield, about three hundred meters away, and landed less than three meters away from a barbarian fleeing soldier.

This distance actually doesn't have much killing power.

But it was undoubtedly very intimidating, and the defeated barbarian soldiers retreated into the forest at a faster speed.

The expressions of the other people present were extremely shocked, and the masked witch was also surprised. She didn't expect that Duncan could almost hit the target from such a long distance. If he changed to a stronger bow, maybe he could kill another enemy.

"Not out of combat mode."

Duncan controlled his body from a God's perspective to maintain alert, while the other members of the caravan also began to move. The guards were scattered on his left and right, as if they had already regarded him as their backbone.

The witch was also at a certain distance from Duncan, and seemed to be guarding him on both sides.

The caravan set off again in chaos.

The young man who was shot in the butt didn't even look at the body of his fellow villager not far away. He cried and asked others to take him with them. Finally, the leader of the guards couldn't bear it anymore and picked him up with one hand and threw him on the mule cart frame. As for the arrow in his butt, no one cared about it. When he touched it, he howled again.

The enemy has not given up.

The defeated soldiers hung behind the convoy, looking for an opportunity to take revenge.

Duncan controlled his body and followed the caravan from a God's perspective. They walked for half a day and finally shot an arrow into the woods, and the hanging barbarian soldiers finally retreated.

They discovered that this sharpshooter was simply Eagle Eyes!

They were scared!

"If my archery skills were a little better, if I had a horse and kept my distance, I could have single-handedly defeated them."

If the cross star corrected from the God's perspective was more stable, Duncan would be confident of harvesting them all.

Of course, he doesn't want to take that risk right now.

It is not necessary if it is not a life-and-death situation. Just force the enemy back. His strength will only get stronger in the future.

——"Archery Mastery: You have acquired the combat skills of a skilled archer and are familiar with conventional hunting bows, war bows, longbows and other ranged weapons. Your hit rate and shooting speed have improved."

——"Combat Style - Decapitation: Barbarian Berserkers are very good at decapitation attacks. Their fierce blows can directly decapitate the enemy. In addition, they also add intimidation and fear."

Adrenaline Burst [Special Ability]: The Barbarian Berserker's unique ability. After receiving a shaman's ritual blessing, they can go berserk in battle, releasing adrenaline in a unique way. When activated, it locks the stamina bar, significantly improving physical fitness. After activating it, they will fall into a weak and tired state.

There aren't many skills dropped this time, and it seems that not every enemy will drop skills.

However, in Duncan's combat column, the two basic moves, chopping and slashing, have turned into light blue borders, which should be because the barbarian warrior is very good at these two basic moves.

If all of them are upgraded to the maximum, can we kill every kid with one sword?

"Special abilities?"

"Sure enough, there are still many supernatural powers in this world."

Duncan would rather open a mana bar, or at least be able to use some simple cantrips and seals like a demon hunter.

A pure kitchen knife is not good enough after all. Can't Gandalf also use a flash spell?

Witch.

At this time, Duncan finally had the opportunity to take a good look at the witch who was mixed in the caravan. His face could not be seen clearly, but his figure could not be hidden by the long robe. He had the standard figure of a sorceress in the wizarding series, a pair of blue eyes, and his facial contours showed that he was very beautiful and a very capable fighter.

She seemed to have no presence in the caravan, and others seemed to subconsciously ignore her.

"My emblem is trembling."

Although he was curious, Duncan was very restrained. After all, that was a neutral unit with a skull logo.

Don't mess it up.

The caravan arrived at a village before dark. Border villages are small, and this one only has a population of one or two hundred. The villagers were very cautious and only allowed them to camp and rest in the wheat field. A member of the caravan went over to negotiate and got some things from the villagers.

The place where Duncan settled smelled of cow dung. There was a haystack next to it. The refugees moved some of it over without permission and spread it on the ground as a bed.

The young man who was shot in the buttocks had the arrow pulled out. He was only slightly injured and had a simple bandage, so the damage was not serious. At this moment, he was attentively leading two refugees to prepare a resting place for Duncan, nodding and bowing like a lackey.

Before he could even eat his dry food, the caravan guards brought him food and a small pot of wine. The waiter cooked a pot of stewed meat soup with seasonal vegetables that he had negotiated with the villagers, and ignored the other refugees. A young waiter brought him a large bowl with great courtesy, put it down with a reserved look on his face and left, looking back at him from time to time with a slightly respectful expression.

The Northern War Bow was placed aside, and the caravan guards never came to take it back, not even mentioning it, and even specially prepared two quivers for him.

The whole village was very quiet, without any sound of poultry or livestock.

An old imperial tradition.

The cow dung is still there, but the cow is gone.

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(End of this chapter)