Inside the tent.
Duncan sat cross-legged on the bear skin mat, his chest bare, his robust body covered in scars. Witch Gleya was wiping off the bloodstains from his wounds, but when her slender fingers brushed over his abs, hard as steel, she could not help but pause slightly, silently feeling the terrifying power contained within.
No wonder one Oceanid after another kept coming forward.
They really eat well.
"The Spear of Death has eroded your physique, but don’t worry, I have a way to lift the death curse."
Witch Gleya’s face was slightly flushed; she had witnessed Duncan killing four Divine Chosen in succession, a feat extrely rare in myth and legend. It probably wouldn’t be long before his reputation as the ’Undying War God’ would spread far and wide.
Duncan was severely injured.
A Barbarian in a near-death state is incredibly terrifying, but for ordinary people, not to ntion near death, even severe injuries require a long recovery. Barbarians often beco sowhat crippled after entering a near-death state, and few can be saved.
It can only be said to be a last burst of life potential; once the effect of the undying frenzy ends, more than 70% of Barbarians will die on the spot.
However, tis are changing. With the ergence of the Priest profession, if a Priest saves them, a Barbarian might survive.
Duncan has the ability to regenerate, but even so, he was at one point almost critically injured. Fortunately, he still had the blessing of the Lady of Fury; after a day of rest, he regained the ability to move, but continuing to fight was impossible. At least so recuperation was necessary.
Recovering after a few days of rest from such severe injuries is already quite impressive, even Witch Gleya marveled at his robust physique.
The death curse.
Not fatal, but troubleso, with other negative effects as well.
Duncan slowly nodded and looked at Anne Potter beside him, saying solemnly, "How is the situation outside?"
The beautiful female pirate glanced at the witch beside her, with a sign of envy in her expression, but not because of her looks—it was because of the witch’s status and role. She indeed didn’t understand healing. In this era, won often had a strong sense of the bigger picture or had power traits sowhat similar to n, with status and rank being the most important; beauty wasn’t much of a concern, and it was common for a lady of the house to arrange concubines for her husband.
Just like in Spartacus, the lady of the arena wouldn’t care how many slave girls her husband slept with; she might even enjoy being served by them. But if her position was threatened, she’d show her fangs.
Similarly, Anne Potter was the sa; she hoped to elevate her status.
This ruthless female pirate squinted slightly, saying slowly, "The city-states along the Golden Coast have completely submitted."
Duncan had drawn a red line.
Rebel after surrendering.
Direct extermination of cities.
Here, extermination of a city doesn’t just an the literal aning, but even the temples of the gods were destroyed together!
The n of the Montuka Kingdom have now been all killed, and the won all sold into slavery. The small country Duncan was intimate with the Thebes River Goddess was actually just a tribe; their King Chieftain happily took away over a thousand female slaves.
That is Duncan’s bottom line. You can resist bravely, and we will fight a fair battle to determine the winner, as it has always been the winner takes all. But if you play these tricks, then don’t bla him for raising the butcher’s knife for a massacre.
After drawing this red line, many of the subservient city-states shivered; they did not want to be exterminated.
"That’s good."
Duncan slowly closed his eyes. Witch Gleya glanced at the female pirate beside her and suddenly handed her the ointnt, saying softly, "Help apply it to the wound on his back."
This was a gesture of goodwill, and a ans to ease tension.
For Witch Gleya, the hostility from Anne Potter seed quite ludicrous because her true aim was to ascend to godhood or at least beco a demigod, for that ant the beginning of immortality.
Endless lifespan, eternal youth.
As for other matters, she didn’t mind being a lover, giving the position of the lady of the house to soone else. But in her view, the position of the main woman beside Duncan couldn’t be securely held by a re female pirate; there might be soone else destined for it.
Moreover, in Witch Gleya’s eyes, the man before her had little in terms of romance but was rather filled with an imperial determination for swift and decisive actions.
Emperors truly have little emotion.
Unless there was a woman who devoted everything during Duncan’s ti of crisis or before he founded his career, few latecors could reach deep into his heart.
A wife in hardship is a priceless treasure, and this position had long since been secured by soone.
Even if she isn’t here, no one can shake it!
As for other charm tactics, Anya rely smiled without saying a word; who could compare to the priestess of Aphrodite, the mistress of desire?
As long as this palace enters, all others are concubines; only Crow Queen Triss can make her comply.
Female pirate Anne Potter was stunned for a mont, then took the ointnt pot to apply it on Duncan’s wound. She probably understood the aning behind it; however, this situation also represented the nurous competitors for what she wanted.
Whether status, position, or beauty, there were too many who could compete with her!
It couldn’t even be ruled out that a god might personally take the field.
Outside the tent ca a series of heavy footsteps, and then Hegel lifted the tent and walked in, his body covered in blood and filth, with a frightening wound on his arm already simply treated. Hegel was holding a dark red spear single-handedly, and he thrust it into the ground, saying to Duncan, "Your war trophy."
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