Next ti, take advantage of Hegel being drunk, and give him another beating.
Then mock him from above, saying drinking makes you weak, helpless, and wobbly, like a frail woman. See if that can make him quit his drinking habit.
Duncan realized that aligning with the path of the Wild Heart wasn’t so profound; it was simply about letting one’s thoughts flow and living as freely as possible.
This is a primitive kind of innocence.
Today, having lost to Duncan, Hegel was surprisingly calm. Others found it normal, as losing to a strong figure on the Path of Legends is nothing to be ashad of. Even the Furious Gods tacitly accepted it.
In fact, when Hegel lost earlier, everyone thought it was expected.
This is the weight of legend!
As Crete called everyone to eat at, not far from the riverbank, a refined yet bushy-bearded figure appeared. He was a middle-aged man wearing a light blue robe, dressed like a traveler. He approached the fire from the darkness and stopped at a distance, looking at the group and saying, "Mighty warriors, would you mind sharing so food with ?"
——Westmil River God (Divine-like Power) (Ocean Divine Descendant)[Five-star Silver Gray].
Neutral Units.
The sudden appearance of a person alerted the many barbarians. Everyone, including Hegel, couldn’t help but look at Duncan, waiting for him to speak.
This group of barbarians trusted Duncan’s judgnt imnsely. If he told everyone to cut him down, the next mont, they’d turn this River God into minceat.
"Please sit!"
Duncan gestured to Crete beside him, who imdiately got up and made room.
Hegel seed thoughtful, as if he had guessed sothing about the man’s identity.
He’s getting more fond of thinking!
When muscles couldn’t solve all his problems, Hegel had to start using his brain.
Humans also only started using their brains when they couldn’t fight ancient beasts.
This refined yet burly man sat down, reached out for a piece of crocodile at, took a big bite regardless of his image, and asked, "Thank you, do you have any wine?"
That was going too far.
This group of barbarians hadn’t had a drop of wine in days! He ca up asking for a drink!
Look at Hegel; a grand Legendary Hero got beaten up just to get half a bottle of wine.
at is abundant, but there’s no wine.
Duncan wouldn’t give him any wine either; just a re River God. This wine was needed for cooking later, and Hegel might sneak so. It might not last until they reached the next town.
In the current era, wine is considered a luxury.
Dwarves can afford to invite them to drink and feast because they are rich, not lacking in mined gems underground.
The group of barbarians gave him a glare, making the River God a bit embarrassed.
He was lucky enough to get so at, wanting to drink too?
Do you know how much trouble it is when a group of barbarians has a craving for alcohol?
"at without wine, won’t that fill the belly?"
The Westmil River God stood up, clapped his hands toward the broad river, and soon the sound of rushing water echoed. Following that, so enchanting figures draped in sheer veils appeared; they were not the Water Spirits Duncan expected but a group of Water Ghosts.
This was just a small river, far less than the Dibet River Goddess he had slept with.
Another one trying to make a na for themselves.
A bunch of drowned Water Ghosts used Illusion Technique to turn into pretty won, bringing wine and at to the fire, making the nearby barbarians restless, but Duncan and Hegel signaled with a glance to keep them in check.
The atmosphere was a bit awkward for a mont.
Until Duncan picked up the wine jug, other barbarians began to cheerfully indulge, and Hegel, thoughtful, looked at the River God, then at the others.
Since this River God wanted to show his face, let him. It wasn’t mooching off of their own supply anyway.
But they better not touch those Water Ghosts, too much yin energy.
Not like Nie Xiaoqian anyway.
The group of barbarians ate and drank to their fill, the River God left without notice. Unlike before, others drank heavily, but Hegel didn’t drink much, seemingly wary of the River God.
Before dawn, Hegel suddenly approached Duncan, looking slightly puzzled, "Was that an Ocean Divine Descendant?"
"Why did he host us?"
Duncan remained calm, looking at the river on the opposite side. Others couldn’t see, but from a god’s perspective, the figure was still in the water.
He stood up, dusted off his pants, and said, "Probably for fa."
"In the future, when we have glory and legend."
"When people ntion this, it’ll be an interesting little story."
"Doing others a favor is also doing oneself a favor."
In the Journey to the West.
On Tang Monk’s journey for scriptures, didn’t he encounter a group of Tree Spirits and Apricot Fairies? They didn’t give Tang Monk a hard ti, even hosted him well, tried to offer him beauties, but were finally scared off by Sun Monkey.
It’s basically the sa principle, just that this River God was broke.
Hegel wore an expression of half comprehension but rembered Duncan’s words.
"Let’s go!"
"Wake those drunkards up! They drank so much yesterday, today they all carry a stone for weight training!"
Duncan kicked them in the behind, waking those drunks up.
The barbarians were too fond of drinking.
In the north, perhaps due to the cold, drinking was fierce.
Hegel was learning by observation.
He noticed since Quinn realized the Wild Heart, he beca more like a true barbarian.
But soon, he couldn’t laugh anymore.
Duncan had others hand him all their weapons, then swung his grandfather, directly chopped down a huge stone, shaved it into a pillar, signaling Hegel to carry it, everyone had one, each carried the stone pillar forward under the burden.
Further ahead, there weren’t any dangerous monsters, as the Golden Coast was known for its prosperity and peace.
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