Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 30 Elf Ranger-Duncan!

Time flies.

Before he knew it, it had been almost a month since Duncan traveled to the Medieval Era.

Anya reached a cooperation with Duke Dintagir. She planned to rebuild her family business in the British Isles. Now she was ready to contact the fleet to send the recruited exiles over under the escort of Severus.

There won’t be too many people in the early stage, just a private equity legion of more than 300 people.

What Duke Dintagir thought was a powerful force was actually the combined wealth of the two of them. Anya did have a fleet in North Africa, but her original private armed forces all belonged to her deceased husband. After her husband died unexpectedly, she no longer had any private armed forces, so she recruited some mercenary guards at high prices.

The retired Imperial Guard was fascinated by her because she was rich and beautiful, but Anya looked down on him at all.

One of these two pillars belongs to Anya, including her financial resources, her caravans, and her connections; the other belongs to Duncan. He recruited hundreds of exiles in one battle, most of whom were young and middle-aged men. After training and reorganization, they became a private armed legion.

In the empire, this number of people cannot make much waves and will probably be suppressed before they can even gain momentum. However, on the British Isles, after some mixing and reorganization, they can form a force of nearly a thousand people.

Duke Dintagir is also a sly old fellow.

He was reluctant to give up his own territory, and in the name of alliance, he directly allocated a piece of the land that had been occupied by the Saxons to Duncan and others.

At his peak, this guy's territory expanded to near Winchester, so he waved his hand and gave them Southampton occupied by the Saxons.

Even though he looks like he's sincere about recruiting Duncan, when it comes time to give him territory, he'll probably just give him one or two small villages.

The fertile land of the British Isles is all in the east, around London. He himself doesn't have much good land, and he is reluctant to share it.

This is more painful than cutting his flesh.

You can talk about feelings, but you can’t talk about land.

"This old sly fellow wants us to help him recover his lost territory."

Anya was furious. From Cornwall to Southampton, all of them had been conquered by the Saxons. If they could recapture the port of Southampton, they would have almost recovered all the territory lost by the Duke of Tintagel.

Duncan didn't care at all, but said with a bit of joy: "It doesn't matter."

"As long as there is a righteous cause, it will be fine."

For Duncan, the most important thing is the status of an ally and the legal right to own a piece of land, even if it is still under the control of the Saxons.

Lost land?

It's okay, just find a way to call back.

In Duncan's view, taking Southampton Port would only mean conquering less than one-fifth of a province, equivalent to capturing several prefecture-level cities, and he still had a chance to take it all in one go. This meant that if you could capture more than half of HEN Province, you would almost have all of England under your control.

Southampton is an important port in England.

The geographical location is that it is located on a small island pointed inward close to Europe on the map of the United Kingdom. It later became an important ocean port and naval base in the United Kingdom and one of the ten largest ports in the United Kingdom.

The island was called the Isle of White, which reminded Duncan of White's Leg in a certain game.

Severus said in a deep voice: "Even if we take it down?"

"How to defend?"

"Although the Kingdom of Kent is currently in civil strife, we probably can't defend it with our strength alone."

According to the news received yesterday, the Kingdom of Kent seems to be in turmoil, with both the uncle and the nephew wanting to take the throne.

Duncan stood up calmly and said, "No need to guard."

"There's no need to rush to take it down."

"Train the troops first."

He turned to glance at the Raven Queen, Triss, and said in a serious tone, "The exiles don't yet have sufficient combat effectiveness. After we reorganize them, we'll still need training and combat preparation."

"When the time is right, we will make another push towards Southampton."

In his previous life, he was an old Mount and Blade player.

It didn't matter if you didn't have any territory at the beginning, as long as you had money, food, and people. If you could train a wave of soldiers, you could always raise an army and conquer a piece of territory. The exile group wasn't all farmers, they were warriors in the Gallic dialect, and they rebelled because they couldn't survive.

Where does the money and food come from?
At first, he relied on Anya's family wealth, and later on he relied on war to support war. He robbed the Saxons. When the Saxons plundered the Britons, he led his troops to plunder the Saxons.

These days are so chaotic, who is afraid of whom? Everyone is risking their lives.

Severus hesitated and asked, "Do they really want to work with us?"

Duncan said confidently: "Don't worry, I am absolutely sure."

Exiles are a group of people who cannot live happily.

Triss, the Raven Queen, seemed to have guessed Duncan's thoughts. She stood up and said in shock, "Are you planning to..."

Duncan looked at her and smiled faintly, then uttered two words calmly, but they were as heavy as a thousand pounds.

——"Divide the land!"

What does he want with so much land? To become a big landlord in the Middle Ages?
Divide the land.

Give them a real identity to live like human beings, free citizens, so that they no longer have to be slaves and serfs, and can live uprightly, with dignity and honor!

Land annexation and slavery had become very serious in the late empire.

If there was no place for them to stay, there wouldn't be so many rebels!

As soon as Duncan uttered these two words, everyone else fell silent, because everyone present understood the importance of "dividing the land". Even the Gallic warriors recruited by Severus looked at him with fiery eyes after understanding Duncan's words!

Nowadays, who doesn’t want to be a free citizen with fields, land, a house and a wife? However, the world does not tolerate them. Even those who have military power may not be able to have a piece of land of their own.

Anya couldn't help but look up, with a doubt in her mind.

Has all the land been divided up?

how about you?
The great nobles of this era accumulated their wealth through large estates, and the lords were often the largest landowners.

Duncan smiled but didn't answer.

This is the limitation of the times, and there is no need for him to say too much.

Candlelight flickers.

Anya looked at Duncan, who had a determined expression, and gritted her teeth and said, "Then I will set off tomorrow and send someone to get the fleet from North Africa to come here."

"I'll find a way to transport some food and weapons."

The start-up capital at this moment still depends on Anya. Duncan has people under his command, but the exiles are also a group of poor people.

The Raven Queen, Triss, pondered for a long time before suddenly saying, "I have a way to recruit a group of elite troops."

Ok?
Where do these elite troops come from?
Seeing Duncan's puzzled look, the Raven Queen, Triss, said in a deep voice, "A temple guard who once served the Roman gods."

"There aren't many of them, maybe 20 or 30."

Like a monastery?

Duncan's expression changed, and he immediately said, "That couldn't be better."

If you calculate it this way, including the recruited exiles and some trained farmers, Duncan's army would have nearly 500 people.

The night is getting darker.

Anya is leaving tomorrow, so she went to bed early.

Duncan was thinking about his next plan. When he saw the Raven Queen, Triss, standing at the windowsill gazing at the moon, he walked over and casually put a coat on her.

Witches are only slightly stronger than ordinary people. Last time, Triss was shivering from the cold.

Duncan looked at Triss's beautiful face, which looked like white jade porcelain in the moonlight, and whispered, "What are you thinking about?"

The Raven Queen, Triss, turned her head slightly and leaned half-way on his shoulder, saying softly, "Thinking about that prophecy."

"You don't believe in prophecies, do you?"

Duncan nodded slowly. He really didn't believe in this stuff.

Triss, the Raven Queen, turned and stared into his eyes. Her eyes were as deep as the abyss, causing the witch's mind to waver slightly. She said quietly, "The prophecy has changed again."

Ok?
Duncan's expression was puzzled.

Triss, the Raven Queen, pondered for a moment and whispered, "That prophecy was the gods' final guidance to me. There is a kingdom beyond the sea that can protect us."

“But it’s a little different now.”

Duncan hesitated and asked, "What's different?"

Triss, the Raven Queen, reached out and gently stroked Duncan's face, which looked as if it had been chopped off by a knife or an axe. Her voice lacked joy, only a hint of worry. She whispered, "Diana has answered my prayers again."

Ok? !

Has the signal link of the ancient Roman and Greek pantheon been established?
But the Raven Queen Triss's next words made Duncan ponder. The witch murmured, "But the goddess only gave me a faint response when it came to you."

The last mortal who attracted so much attention from the ancient Roman and Greek gods was the apostate Julian.

That is, the emperor of the empire who supports the restoration of the polytheistic camp.

The Raven Queen - Triss was really worried about his safety. After all, the ancient Roman and Greek pantheon camps had been destroyed for so long, and she had given up long ago.

She wanted to find that overseas country and provide a place for everyone to stay.

The apostate Julian died in unclear circumstances.

Under the protection of so many polytheistic priests, the emperor of the empire suddenly died. At that time, some people even speculated that the spear was a disguised sacred object "Lance of Longinus".

After receiving a faint response from the goddess, the Raven Queen Triss was not ecstatic at first, but worried about Duncan's safety.

They have already lost.

At this time, the ancient Roman and Greek gods, whose coffins were already closed, suddenly paid so much attention to Duncan. How could the Raven Queen Triss not feel a little worried?

Duncan immediately understood what Triss meant.

He lowered his head to gaze at the witch in front of him, whose face was as beautiful as the bright moon. His ardent gaze made her cheeks blush slightly, like a shy girl. Finally, Duncan couldn't help but kiss her lightly and said in a deep voice, "Let everything take its course. Don't worry too much about it."

Duncan is still in the "Odin's Attention" state.

Too much debt is not a burden.

It's nothing more than attracting the attention of Diana or Artemis.

The words of Triss, the Raven Queen, made him realize that the ancient Greek and Roman pantheons might not have been completely destroyed. They were now in a state of faction destruction, and the exiled gods had been cut off from faith and worship in the real world.

As long as someone can take over the sacrifice, they can open the coffin and restore themselves in the real world.

Of course, they still cannot defeat the church.

The sleeping Diana may have placed her hopes on Duncan, hoping that he could help her restore the faith and sacrifices in the real world, so she responded to prayers related to him.

"It seems that the ancient Roman and Greek pantheon still wants to use my power to restore their power once again?"

This was the conclusion Duncan came to after careful consideration. He was like the next apostate, Julian, the lifeline for this ruined pantheon.

Never mind, just use it if you can.

Duncan was still wearing Diana's emblem and in the "Odin's Attention" state. Unless a true god personally descended into the real world, he would not panic at all.

Perhaps his confidence affected Triss in front of him. The Raven Queen couldn't help but tiptoe and kiss him, whispering, "I'll visit Merlin tomorrow."

Duncan said in a deep voice, "Do you want me to escort you there?"

The Raven Queen, Triss, shook her head slightly and said, "No need. After entering Britain, my strength has recovered a lot."

"This land is different from other places. The power of the mythological era has not yet completely dissipated."

Like Severus restored the druids' supernatural powers here?

Or is there a misty Avalon here?
Duncan hadn't activated his magic bar yet, so he couldn't feel any difference.

It's time to find a way to unlock the magic bar.

If the mana bar hasn't opened yet, it just means he hasn't killed enough! Killing more enemies with spellcasting abilities might help!

Just do it.

The next day, Duncan went straight to the area occupied by the Saxons, carrying a lot of equipment and riding a warhorse, ready to kill a lot of people in these war areas.

Strictly speaking, he completed the first phase of his mission by escorting the Raven Queen, Triss, to the British Isles.

Now we have to find a way to gain a foothold in the British Isles.

It's time to go out and have some fun alone!

A lush forest.

Duncan walked out from the southwest, with his warhorse leisurely following behind and grazing.

From his God's perspective, there was a small village about several kilometers away, marked as Devon Town. Through the strategic map, he could clearly see hundreds of marked hostile units.

"It should be a town occupied by the Saxons."

Duncan looked at the sky and decided to wait until night to take action.

The night is getting darker.

From a God's perspective, Duncan adjusted the projection screen, making the night seem like day, and then he quietly moved over.

The population here is about two to three thousand.

Most of them have neutral marks, those with hostile marks are soldiers, and ordinary Saxon civilians also have neutral marks, which means they will not suddenly attack on meeting.

The village is surrounded by a wooden wall, similar to a fence. There are watchtowers at the entrances and exits in both directions, with patrolling guards standing on them.

——Saxon militia spearman and shieldman.

call out!
A sharp arrow broke through the air.

Duncan quietly drew his bow and shot an arrow, directly shooting the barbarian soldier on the sentry post in the head.

"About three or four meters high."

He calculated the height and distance, then began to accelerate his run-up, suddenly leaped up, grabbed the fence, and turned 360 degrees. His powerful core explosive power allowed him to climb directly onto the wooden wall with amazing agility.

He learned this set of movements from watching The Witcher - George. He didn't expect that he could do it with his current physical fitness, but he was not as skilled and smooth.

"The time to hunt has come!"

Duncan landed silently, glanced at the map, cleared the watchtower, and headed straight for a place close to the camp.

The Fran throwing axe rotated in a circle in his palm.

boom!
It hits directly into the forehead.

Duncan rushed forward and dragged the body of an Anglo axeman into the dark alley next to him.

on the map.

A dense pile of signs were crammed together, all of them saying "British prisoners and slaves."

They were kept in a place that looked like a barn.

There were about twenty Saxon barbarian soldiers nearby, some of whom were resting, while others were on guard.

call out!
The sharp arrow broke through the air.

A barbarian soldier on guard fell down, holding his throat. The arrow almost pierced his trachea, and blood gurgled out.

Continuous shooting.

The noise here attracted three patrolling barbarian soldiers. Duncan did not hesitate and shot several arrows in one breath. In the darkness, only the sound of falling bodies was heard, and in a blink of an eye, there were corpses everywhere.

Sonorous!

He drew his sword and at the moment a door next to him opened, the Oath Keeper flashed a cold light and chopped off the head of a barbarian axeman on the spot.

Blood spurted out wildly.

The strong smell of blood alarmed the cattle shed in front, and pairs of terrified eyes looked over.

"Shh!"

In the firelight, Duncan raised his finger.

There were seventy or eighty people tightly packed in the barn. No one dared to speak at this moment. They all looked as if they dared not even breathe.

These British slaves were only wearing thin, ragged clothes and were all shackled together.

clang!
The Oathkeeper's longsword cut through the shackles of one of them, and the target was marked as 'Britannic Legion Infantry'.

Duncan threw an axe to him and said in a deep voice, "Find the key."

"Untie the shackles."

"Take the others and escape through the west door. I've already taken care of the sentry over there."

In an instant.

In this stinking barn, more than half of Britain's slaves have been turned into green-marked units.

The British Legion infantryman trembled slightly, gripped his battle axe tightly, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Who are you?"

Duncan smiled and turned away: "Call me Ranger."

"I will set fire to cooperate with you and buy you time to escape."

"Don't hesitate!"

"Leave immediately."

In the crowd, a fierce man with several whip marks on his face stood up and said in a deep voice: "What about you? Don't you want to go with us? I can stay and help you!"

—Sarmatian riders (captives).

Duncan didn't stop and said calmly, "Don't worry. If I want to leave, no one can stop me."

"Follow the river into the forest and then escape towards Cornwall."

Ten minutes later.

A fire suddenly broke out in the southwest of the village, and then a group of captured prisoners and dozens of slaves rushed to the west gate.

Duncan's figure stood on the roof, like a ruthless hunter under the dark night sky.

One hundred and fifty meters away.

A forty-five-degree angle projectile shot the barbarian soldier who discovered their escape to death on the spot.

puff.

The British Legion infantrymen who were just about to fight to the death were stunned for a moment, turned their heads and looked behind them, but could not see anything. The night was pitch black, and there were flames rising in the distance. The whole village was in chaos.

He knew that it was the ranger who had just rescued them who was helping them.

Who is he?
How dare you single-handedly charge into a town captured by the Saxon barbarians?

"go!"

These rescued captive slaves did not hesitate, forced open the gate, and walked into the wilderness under the night without looking back.

On a rooftop near the military camp.

Duncan slid down from the roof along the eaves as lightly as an elf ranger, then put an arrow on his bow and shot dead the one-star target marked as 'Saxon Elite Axeman' who ran out in panic.

The other party was awakened from his sleep and didn't even have time to put on his armor.

“It’s getting chaotic.”

The whole town was thrown into chaos by him. After making sure that all the enemies had come out, he ran all the way, jumped directly, climbed onto the eaves, and then ran across the nearby roof, jumping nearly six meters, landing on the opposite side of the street, and heading straight for the target marked as "Priest" behind the military camp.

creak.

A heavy door opened, and the smell of blood mixed with herbs came from the room.

Many mysterious symbols emerged in the firelight.

In the center were a large number of props for divination and sacrifice, and some bones were engraved with runes, but it was unknown what they represented.

——Durga (priest unit).

The Saxon barbarian priest pushed open the door and called out to the panicked servants. Just as he was about to say something, suddenly a sharp arrow flew through the air and pierced his throat.

call out!
The second arrow struck, piercing his forehead.

"almost."

Duncan left two useless arrows. He blended into the rioting crowd, turned his head to look at the teams of barbarian soldiers who had assembled in a hurry, and left without looking back.

He wanted to see how long these Saxon barbarians could hold out. Anyway, he would never fight to the end. He would retreat as soon as the enemy gathered, and he would also retreat when he met a powerful opponent. This tattered wooden wall could not stop him at all.

No more, no less, sixteen heads.

Duncan was not greedy at all. After climbing over the fence again, he ran straight to his horse and plunged into the dense woods.

Eat the food one bite at a time.

Things have to come one by one.

Come again tomorrow!

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(End of this chapter)