Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 53: Danish Giant! (+ additional chapters)
Vik Island, Denmark.

As a ship slowly approached the shore, patrolling guards immediately rushed over to the port.

"Who are you? Where are you from?"

A sturdy, bearded barbarian approached, followed by seven or eight others, each armed with spears and axes, some wearing studded armor. Their expressions were wary, but upon seeing the leader, Galavan, they relaxed slightly, as he was clearly dressed like a Saxon.

Galavan stood up and said fiercely, "British Island."

"We are Enfers's men."

You can't show your weakness when you're in the barbarian territory. If someone gives you trouble, fight back. At worst, you can go to sea and become a pirate.

The laws in this place are not as good as private fighting, and only strong fighters are respected.

The leader-like man thought about it for a moment, then smiled disdainfully and taunted, "Virgin Possessor—Enfes?"

"Didn't I hear he died at the hands of the British?"

News spread quickly, and with Duncan's legendary status, even Greater Germania knew of the Saxons' heavy losses on the British Isles. Here, Duncan's legends described him as a descendant of giants, immensely powerful, and able to shoot with a crossbow like a heavy crossbow, even more exaggerated than the legends on the British Isles.

Anyway, the matter is not outrageous and no one is interested in listening.

The legendary figures who were able to kill the Germanic barbarians, the two brothers Henges and Hossa, who were at the level of founding monarchs, must be as mighty and majestic as the legendary giants!

It's this smile.

damn it!
Ever since Enfes's title became the virgin possessor, his subordinates have been unable to hold their heads up in front of others.

Damn it, he would mock anyone who mentioned Enfers, which made many Saxon pirates not want to associate with him.

So embarrassing!

Galavan glanced at Duncan casually. Seeing that Duncan didn't say anything, he could only nod and said, "We need to rest here for a while, replenish food and water, and find a way to recruit some people."

This is the Danish region in later generations.

Today, Greater Germania is still a loose tribal kingdom. The Germanic barbarians have not yet given birth to a powerful monarchy. Many barbarian chiefs and small kings share power. When war comes, they will gather together to form a temporary war leader system.

The Germanic barbarians living near Denmark were both merchants and pirates. If they could win, they were pirates; if they couldn't, they were merchants.

Those Germanic peoples who attempted to expand and plunder abroad would return to Greater Germania to recruit men.

This is actually a bit like modern society. People who have no future in their hometowns, but feel they have some ability, will go out to work in big cities, while the Brahmins in the county towns can live well and comfortably even in their hometowns.

This is roughly the situation, but the local noble warriors in the Danish region did not expand outward much.

The burly man in the lead glanced at them and his eyes fell on Galavan's money bag. They were actually afraid that these pirates would cause trouble because they sometimes robbed their own people and then fled to places like the British Isles.

It doesn’t matter who you rob!
Why can’t we rob our own people?

The Germans never showed mercy when killing their own people.

"Behave yourself. Don't cause trouble." The burly man in the lead gave them a threatening look and motioned them to come ashore.

Duncan brought Galavan with him on this trip because he was very familiar with the Danish region.

Wake Island is a small town with a population of more than a thousand. The surrounding villages have only one or two hundred people. It is far more backward than Britain. It is full of low wooden houses. The most eye-catching building is the tavern, and there is a separate poet's box where pirates returning from looting can vent their enjoyment.

This is probably the largest economic pillar of the local area.

Duncan took the muddy road here.

The town was filled with a fishy smell mixed with the stench of feces. The residents seen along the way were all quite strong and sturdy, with physical fitness far superior to that of the Romans.

They had meat to eat, mainly fish, and it was easy enough to feed one or two thousand people in the coastal areas.

There are few signs of farming here. Early North Germanic peoples practiced slash-and-burn agriculture, a shift that began after they came into contact with the Empire. Local merchants were plentiful, trading along the river coastline, even as far as the port cities of what would later become France.

"It's basically a shabby fishing village, but there are quite a few combat units, including some one- and two-star barbarian fighters." Duncan observed secretly.

Strong.

There are almost no elderly people, mostly young and middle-aged people.

The average life expectancy of Germanic people in this era was about 35 years old, and it was rare to see people over or years old.

"No wonder Total War players don't like to attack Germanic regions. There's no economic value there!"

“I don’t know how many years of time will be wasted on land development.”

The group walked towards the tavern and inn.

Duncan brought five people with him, led by Galavan, and the others were barbarian foreign legions who swore allegiance to him. He hid his identity and stood behind Galavan, looking like a tough guard.

Inside the tavern.

As soon as they entered, they heard a noisy and playful singing with the unique vulgar accent of the Germanic barbarians.

The door opens.

Inside were many scantily clad maids and slaves, as well as more than a dozen fierce-looking, half-drunk barbarian warriors, most of whom were marked as Saxon pirates and Nordic raiders.

"There were so many lovely women... Frisians, Danes, Franks... We got them just for pleasure, but in the end we had to..."

"Oh, we are all strong warriors... We plunder the ports, plunder their wealth, and take their women..."

"The fattest woman...she's essentially a prostitute..."

"Her sister is from Norway... cost me 20 grand... Her mother is from Sweden... sexy and charming... She needs an iceberg... to quench her fire..." (edited and revised.)
There was a deafening noise in the tavern, and a group of barbarian drunkards were laughing wildly.

The leading Nordic Viking leader seemed to have just returned from looting. He was hugging a plump maid and touching her randomly. He took out a gold coin from his pocket and placed it on her white chest. The plump maid giggled, put the gold coin into her pocket casually, and then poured a glass of light yellow mead for the pirate leader.

Because they drank too much mead, the older barbarian warriors all had rotten teeth and looked very ferocious.

Duncan glanced around the tavern and declared, "I've truly opened my eyes. It lived up to its reputation." Some of the lyrics at the end were truly unbearable to watch. Fortunately, upon seeing them arrive, the Vikings stopped their noisy revelry. The leading pirate leader glanced at them, his gaze settling on Galavan with a stern expression. He also paid extra attention to Duncan, as he felt he was dangerous.

Peers are enemies.

Unlike the Saxon pirates, they mainly plundered the coastal areas of Europe.

Galavan and his men sat near the corner. When the Vikings saw them avoiding the corner on their own, they sat in the middle of the hall laughing and joking with the tavern maids who came and went. Occasionally, someone would carry a maid to the room, and soon their companions would burst into laughter.

Galavan whispered, "My lord, it's the Kitts."

The early Vikings mainly lived in Sweden. Those Germanic barbarians who did not migrate later became Vikings.

Beowulf is the hero of the Giths, who are known for their bravery and fighting skills.

Duncan nodded slightly and said, "Just follow the pirates' habits. Don't bother with them. Just don't cause any trouble."

Galavan nodded and asked the maid to serve barbecue and mead.

Those Nordic pirates were acting recklessly, some of them were having fun in the hall, almost taking up their weapons and mounting their horses. The tavern owner ignored them and just concentrated on counting money on the counter. Pirates were always generous when they returned from looting, and were even willing to pay a shining gold coin for a night of pleasure.

The tavern was filled with smoke and as the vulgar ballads came to an end, the pirate threw out a few coins and the bard came over to them.

There are many bards in Northern Europe and they are quite popular in taverns.

Just as Galavan was about to chase him away, Duncan stopped him with his hand and asked, "Are there any new and interesting rumors recently?"

The bard had a subtle expression, and Galaven immediately took out a silver coin and threw it over.

Money in hand.

The bard also sat down and looked at the crowd. His eyes fell on Duncan. He felt that this man had an extraordinary demeanor and was a bit unlike a German. He pondered and said, "I heard that the king of the Jutes is dead. Both brothers were shot by a powerful warrior named Duncan."

Duncan waved his hand and said, "Next."

The bard continued, "Kurse, the sea monster slayer, has plundered a port in Gaul and taken a large sum of money. He is recruiting men. If you are interested, you can go to the north and join him."

He thought these people were defeated pirates.

Duncan frowned and said, "Next."

The bard took a drink from the mead and frowned. "What do you want to know?"

Duncan tossed over a gold coin and said, "Something new and unusual, something about monsters, bounties, or some bizarre rumor."

The bard's temper instantly disappeared upon seeing the gold coins.

monster?

Another warrior looking to make a name for himself?

The Germans worship glory and all want to become legendary figures. Killing powerful monsters and challenging other strong people is the fastest way to become famous.

The fame that the Nordic barbarians pursued was roughly equivalent to Duncan's "Legend Degree", and some even relied on Legend Degree to become small kings of certain places.

He turned to look at Duncan with a smile on his face, thought for a moment and said, "I heard that the Norwegians discovered an island in the northern sea, and there are sea monsters lurking in that water!"

“They lost a lot of people.”

Ok?
Iceland?

Element awareness!

Duncan inquired carefully and found out that it was not Iceland, but the Faroe Islands, which is the area between Norway and Iceland and a halfway station on the Iceland route. These North Germanic people were about to find Iceland.

He continued, "What else?"

The bard lowered his voice and said, "North of Denmark, there are said to be powerful trolls. Every time they appear, they kill many people and livestock."

"The king there is offering a large reward to recruit warriors to destroy it."

This information coincides with what Duncan found out, so it's not very valuable.

The bard reminisced for a moment, and seeing that Duncan seemed very interested in the sea, he continued, "It is said that there is a sea monster in the strait north of Norway. It is a giant sea serpent."

This guy knew a lot of things and said a lot of random things, some of which were reliable rumors, while others were groundless rumors.

Duncan threw two silver coins and sent him away.

Silent all night.

The next day, Duncan and his companions continued to head north. As they arrived in northern Denmark, rumors about giants began to increase. They also heard many legends about sea monsters in the strait between Denmark and Sweden.

There are many fishermen in this area. When they encounter any supernatural events, they think it is the work of sea monsters.

"So all the supernatural creatures are hiding here!"

It took Duncan three days to determine the exact location of the rumor. Then he led his men all the way to the Struer area and finally found the first marked supernatural monster.

——Troll (Ogre) (Troll) (Blood of Giant) (Three stars silver-gray) [Hostile]!
From God's perspective.

Duncan searched directly in the dimensional space with the help of a large map and quickly locked onto the target's nest, which was in a cave near the coast, with a large virgin forest nearby.

This is the place that he always feels a little familiar with.

"Did Beowulf kill the giant Grendel and his monster mother in Denmark?!"

"I'm not going to steal his legend, am I?"

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(End of this chapter)