Even for a Legendary Powerhouse, the legendary lifespan of the Warrior Side isn’t very long, possibly because of too much fighting that drains their lifeblood dry.
At that mont, shouts and the sounds of battle were heard ahead.
Hegel raised his head in confusion. He hadn’t brought any weapons; the dwarf battle axe he once carried had been pawned for drinking money in the last town.
The ones under attack were a southern rchant caravan. In these tis of constant war, so defeated soldiers had turned into bandits.
Hegel initially didn’t care, but he quickly stopped in his tracks because he saw a familiar figure wearing a recognizable insignia.
A Tyr Warrior.
Once in the land of the Hill Dwarves, he had saved this person from an Ogre. That man hadn’t changed much, but now had a few companions who also seed to be followers of Tyr, the God of Justice.
"What is that power?"
Hegel widened his eyes in surprise. He saw a faint light, a white, holy light that seed not to belong to this world.
It was weak, but very resilient.
These followers of Tyr, outnumbered, protected the weak in the caravan and fought valiantly, but were already on the losing side.
Hegel glanced around; he had no weapon—sold it for drink money.
He went directly to a tree, uprooted it in the middle, and then charged down with the ten-ter-long trunk, full of montum.
"Don’t co near !"
This sudden scene left both sides in the battle dumbfounded. The Tyr Warriors saw a violent wind sweep through, and their enemies were knocked away one by one, so even into the air, silent when they landed.
The fight ended like a storm.
Hegel looked at the caravan leader who ca to thank him and yawned, "Got any wine?"
Without Quinn, life had beco boring.
No exhilarating competitions.
No formidable enemies, no glory, no companions, nothing at all.
He felt like a wandering hound.
"It’s Master Hegel."
The Tyr Warrior recognized Hegel. The rchant leader seed to have heard of him as well; after all, the legendary reputation of those two was quite exaggerated. One of them was even called a Godslayer. He hurriedly asked for wine, and Hegel took a sip, sizing up the other with lazy eyes, "Where are you headed?"
The caravan leader said, "We were planning to go to the Lydian Kingdom."
"But..."
"I’ve heard they’ve been wiped out."
These rchants bought goods from the Dwarves and sent them to the human kingdoms. The Dwarves’ lands were not large; they liked living in mountains, caves, and underground, with little interaction with humans.
Lydia is destroyed?
Hegel was surprised, raising his head, "Who did it?"
The caravan leader whispered, "Not too sure, but it’s said to be a very powerful nomadic group from the east called the Turghuts."
Hegel seed to have thought of sothing.
He pondered for a mont, "So where do you plan to go next?"
The caravan leader said, "To the Uraltu Kingdom."
Hegel then chatted with the Tyr Warriors. Their sect was just erging, mainly taking on escort jobs because they had no money and had to work to earn funds for establishing a Church.
Early Gods of Faith were all grassroots organizations. The Tyr Warriors relied solely on their passion for their cause.
"Alright then."
"I’ll travel with you."
Hegel clapped his hands, sat in a wagon, and took a swig from a wine bottle, "You provide my food and lodging, and I’ll keep you safe."
"By the way."
"You can also tell about Tyr, isn’t he the God of War? How did he beco the God of Justice?"
"And also,"
"The power you just used is very curious."
"Could you show again?"
It’s a power akin to Holy Light.
Not strong, but very pure, not sothing an average person can master. It requires an extrely firm belief.
These people call themselves Paladin or Holy Knight.
Their power cos from the inspiration of Tyr. Though nobody knew where Tyr had gone, his faith was still spreading in small circles. Tyr showed signs of transforming into one of the Gods of Faith, lacking the wild deanor characteristic of the Norse Pantheon, unlike Thor, who took a different extre.
The party soon set off again.
Hegel was more patient than before. He could even seriously sit and listen to the Tyr Warriors explain their doctrinal thoughts, frequently contemplating and asking various questions, then wearing an expression of enlightennt.
Occasionally comparing with the Furious Gods, he found Tyr clearly seed like a deity worthy of respect.
However, the Barbarian did not quite agree with Tyr’s teachings.
And their journey wasn’t so smooth, as shortly afterward, they learned a piece of news.
Uratu Kingdom was destroyed!
The King was captured.
The caravan leader, upon hearing this, was on the verge of tears. He had never dealt with the eastern nomads, only heard they liked to loot, so the caravan had to change course again, heading to a neighboring country, a small nation called Hittite.
But after just a few days on the road, news ca again.
Hittite Kingdom also fell.
The King was also captured.
The southeast border had many small kingdoms. The caravan leader gritted his teeth and decided to head to a small coastal country, where they could return south by sea and also stock up from the Golden Coast.
But when they arrived, they were shocked because this country was also destroyed.
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