Odin led the Aesir Race to fight against the Vanir Race, just as the land divine spirits of this world frequently waged battles against the ocean.
If the ocean divine descendants are not made to submit, no one can truly be called the Sea God!
——Deep Sea Giant Fomor (Celtic branch) (Four-star to Five-star).
Hmm?
Is this eting an acquaintance again?
Currently combating the ocean divine descendants is a group of extrely ugly and fierce sea giants, unlike the giant race on land, they are like another variant of giants, extrely ferocious and brutal.
These giants have completely vanished in the Root World, but it seems there might be a branch of them here.
Deep Sea Giant Kingdom.
"These are the deep sea giants once defeated by the Gods of Danu, part of Celtic belief."
The Deep Sea Giant Fomor was the group that ruled Ireland before the Danu Gods, later defeated by the Divine King of Celtic faith, the God of Light - Lugh.
Duncan’s base in World One is Great Britain, hence he can naturally recognize the giants in Celtic mythology.
A fight broke out!
And it’s fierce. The deep sea giants and ocean divine descendants are battling fiercely amidst towering waves, they stirred up storm whirlpools, using magic to turn the currents into sharp blades, the fight painted the ocean red with blood, yet neither side prevailed, retreating into the deep sea before dawn.
"The sea seems vibrant too, but as a human form, I’m not really good at swimming!..."
Killing a couple of giants on land is a piece of cake, even a handful would suffice.
In the sea.
Given Duncan’s current power, killing the Sea Giant Fomor in the deep sea is quite demanding, getting accidentally dragged into the depths would be very dangerous.
"How to establish contact with the Ocean Divine Race?"
"Given my deep relationship with the Dibet River Goddess, seeking their help to get back to the land shouldn’t be difficult, should it?"
Duncan pondered, chin resting.
He is trapped on an uninhabited island, with no clue how far it is from land, this side seems to be the Atlantic deep sea, swimming back could take days and nights.
Swimming across the Pacific is a joke, not many mythological heroes can do that.
Several days passed quickly.
Just as Duncan was trying to contact the ocean divine descendants, hundreds of kiloters away, a pirate ship flying a black flag was sailing fast.
Two bewildered barbarians were hung upside down on the deck, beside them rugged pirates readied for battle. A tall, red-haired woman stood on the mast, gazing at the distant sea, her silhouette lightly slipped down like a cat, taking control of the helm single-handedly, as if an expert, she roared furiously: "Full port rudder!"
"Prepare to board in battle!"
"Brothers, seize this Golden Coast rchant ship, and we shall revel on Misia Island!"
This was a modified elf ship.
The kingdom of elves lies in the distant East, the Central State region, they are outsiders with highly advanced civilization.
They were a group of Canaanites.
One of the oldest pirates in this world.
By now, they had caught up with the Golden Coast rchant ship ahead. The tall, red-haired woman drew out a thin sword, scanning the two barbarians in front of her, she said solemnly: "You seem like excellent warriors!"
"Join us, and I will grant you freedom!"
Crete, gagged, swore under his breath, but no matter how hard he tried to break free, the ropes remained tightly bound, growing even tighter.
Wizard’s magic!
He glanced at the severely injured and unconscious Tambourine beside him, slowly nodding eventually.
"Good, knowing how to act appropriately."
The tall, red-haired woman gave a slight smile, disregarding the anger in the eyes of the barbarians. She waved her hand, intoning a spell, causing the ropes to unravel like a snake, and with a thump, Crete’s brawny body landed on the deck.
The tall beauty raised the thin sword and instructed her subordinates: "Give him weapons, and leave soone to care for his companion."
"This guy is quite loyal indeed!"
Saying to care, but it was actually taking hostage.
The surrounding pirates laughed, various peculiar tattoos adorned their bodies, this group was wild and fierce, for they even dared to plunder elves from the Central State.
Crete grabbed the battle axe, glared at that red-haired beauty fiercely, and said in a deep voice: "Barbarian warriors do not abandon their comrades who live and die together."
"I will help you kill, and you let us go."
The pirate ship was faster, by now, it had caught up with the target.
So figures swung directly onto the ship, Crete roared, leaping across the sea to land on the opposite deck. This was a colonizing ship from the Golden City, they had conquered many places but hadn’t governed much, rather directly looting gold resources from places.
In essence, forcing small city-states to pay tribute.
A barbarian’s combat power ranks top anywhere, though Crete was not skilled in sea battles, having to maintain balance while on deck.
That red-haired beauty also leapt like a leopard, her thin sword instantly pierced one man to death, it was an elfin sword weapon modified into a human thin sword.
"With such a thin sword, how can you kill a man?"
Crete hacked open a Golden Guard’s skull with his axe, glanced at the woman, still filled with anger.
Slender waist, long legs, big chest, big butt, exceptionally charming.
The type Quinn likes.
"Daring to threaten a barbarian warrior, sooner or later I’ll knock you out, carry you back, and gift you to Quinn (Duncan)."
Crete killed several more people, others were split in two along with their shields, nearby pirates watched in shock, even the red-haired beauty’s gaze tightened, having heard tales of a group of frenzied barbarians in the North Sea, their physique astonishing, barbaric power capable of downing giants barehanded.
The tales did not seem false.
The enemies soon abandoned resistance, Crete holding a bloodied head, his battle axe covered with brain matter, tossed the head before the woman, saying in a deep voice: "People are dead."
"Release Tambourine imdiately."
That red-haired beauty smiled brightly still, signaling her subordinates to untie the unconscious other barbarian, then said: "This is the sea."
"Even if I grant you freedom, would you swim back?"
"Moreover your companion appears gravely injured, doesn’t he?"
Their ’manhood’ was cut.
Such injuries could not possibly be minor, leaving him half-alive at best.
"Why not stay for now?"
"Misia Island has witch doctors, they might save him, he would surely perish drifting at sea with such injuries."
Crete understood she did not intend to let them go.
He glared viciously at the unconscious Tambourine, then at the woman, eventually stowing away his weapon.
Sooner or later, she’d... forget it... Under the eaves, one must bow down.
A barbarian’s mind could not play against these pirates, with Tambourine in their hands, Crete could only yield temporarily.
A group of pirates soon sailed away quickly.
But as they passed a secluded island supply point, cries sounded: "Seems soone is here! Soone snuck into our stronghold!"
Bang.
Two or three pirates were instantly downed, a rugged man appeared in the shadows, just as tension heightened, suddenly Crete exclaid excitedly: "Ugar!"
The rugged man across also looked confused, then the two barbarians happily embraced.
Wonderful.
t a barbarian with so sense.
"Did the ocean recently drop barbarians? Why are there so many of them being picked up successively?"
A pirate lieutenant muttered.
That red-haired pirate woman looked thoughtful, summoning a subordinate, instructed: "Send soone to the Golden Coast to inquire if sothing significant has transpired recently."
Why are all the barbarians going to sea?
Her instincts suggested sothing must be happening at the Golden Coast.
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