Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 113 A New Era is Coming! Under the Legend
The world seemed to be held up by Duncan.

He was currently discussing the changes in the world with Triss, the Raven Queen. It was clear that the Raven Queen was one of the people most affected, as she could now cast spells without a spell. While many spells were still unusable and prone to failure, she no longer needed to recite a spell for ordinary tricks.

"No spellcasting?"

"Is it roughly equivalent to the instant spells in Dungeons & Dragons?" Duncan held his chin in thought.

He has always believed that the Middle Ages belonged to a low-magic world.

The concept of so-called low magic mostly comes from Dungeons & Dragons. Its representative feature is the low popularity of magic. In the low magic world, spellcasters and magic items are scarce, and few people buy and sell magic items because they are extremely precious.

Ordinary people rarely see magic, and some even don't believe in its existence. Even if someone knows magic, they are considered an alien and may be persecuted.

Magic rarely appears in daily life.

Even if some people know about the existence of magic, most people do not have the opportunity to learn it because it is very difficult to learn.

"If you follow the logic of Dungeons and Dragons."

"How far have I pushed this world now? It shouldn't have reached the deepest point all at once. I guess it has just broken through a certain threshold."

Duncan held his chin and thought casually, as if he suddenly had an epiphany.

"Can I think of it that way?"

"Not counting spellcasters, a one-star combat unit is roughly equivalent to a level 1 to 5 Chopper in Dungeons & Dragons. Most of those marked with a star have undergone many years of combat training and are considered veterans among warriors."

"As for the two-star units, they should be level 6-10 kitchen knife professionals."

"Curin, the Gallic sworn warrior, is the benchmark."

"They have received rigorous combat training since childhood and have extensive combat experience. They may possess some supernatural abilities."

"Samsung-marked units are rare now."

"The target is level 11-15 Cleaver Class players, who can potentially defeat a hundred enemies alone. Ordinary soldiers really don't have much to do with them. They can only rely on numbers to surround and kill them with bows and crossbows."

As for the marked units above three stars, they are a bit close to qualitative change.

Because this is the threshold for high-level professionals in Dungeons & Dragons, a stage of drastic transformation. Professionals at levels 16-20, even if they are a team of kitchen knives, can defeat a small mortal army.

At this level of strength, 'one man can form an army' is no joke.

"If my speculation is correct, then if we go up one more star, we will reach the legendary realm, which means the myth has officially returned."

"It should be possible for legendary heroes from myths and legends to appear."

The five-star performance is expected to be exaggerated.

Some of those half-human, half-god creatures in mythology may not even have five-star gold combat power.

Duncan noticed that when the young dragon summoned human body No. 1, it indicated that there was a very small probability that a "five-star gold" legendary hero would descend. This was the first time he saw a clear "legendary" mark, so he believed that five stars was the threshold for legend.

As for the skull mark, it seems to represent not only personal strength, but also a combination of many factors. People with this mark are often blessed with good fortune.

Many of them are surrounded by a large number of strong guards.

"But this method of calculation cannot be used to calculate wizards."

"Because wizards are suppressed more severely by the world."

This is an upper limit, not a lower limit.

The combat effectiveness of ordinary people has not changed much, and the lower limit is still so low.

Duncan deduced and calculated based on his past life experience, and his mind became clearer. He said to himself, "I'm just one star short. If I can push up one more star, I'll be able to confirm whether the myth has truly returned."

A five-star golden legendary figure, probably capable of challenging some weaker gods.

The day passed quickly.

When Duncan returned to Southampton, he immediately saw Anya rushing to greet him, and her star mark had also changed.

——Ania (two-star silver-gray).

She is finally not a two-star blank slate anymore.

Anya glanced furtively behind Duncan, and when she didn't see the figure of the Raven Queen - Triss, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief and patted her plump and trembling breasts, feeling a little like she had escaped a disaster.

There was no way she could escape the whipping from the Raven Queen, but she would hold on for as long as she could.

"I can cast spells now." Anya looked excited.

Duncan nodded slightly, as if he had guessed it long ago, and said softly: "Tell me about the changes."

Just as Anya was about to speak, Severus hurried over, and his mark changed. He was now a two-star gold unit with an additional mark of 'Guardian of Avalon'.

Severus stopped his horse in front of Duncan, and after getting closer, he lowered his voice and said, "There are rumors of ghosts appearing last night."

"Someone saw a ghost wandering around the battlefield."

"Fortunately, no one was injured, just a little frightened. The Druid Order has already taken care of it."

"I heard that the church is also taking action."

"A priest from a monastic order forged a pure gold cross overnight."

ghost?

Are ghosts starting to appear?

Upon hearing this, Duncan quickly mounted his horse and said, "Take me to see it."

Under normal circumstances, the souls of the soldiers should be taken away by Valkyries, or by the corresponding faith myths, but it is not ruled out that some souls will be abandoned.

As Duncan set off, he solemnly instructed Anya, "Do you remember the Shrine of Heroes I mentioned earlier?" "Go find Triss right now."

"Put the plan of commemorating the heroic souls of the soldiers who died in the war on the agenda."

Ordinary ghosts are easy to deal with.

It could be killed by just chopping it.

But the souls of those soldiers who died in battle are much more ferocious than ordinary ghosts.

The Heroic Spirit Sacrifice had been planned for a long time, but Duncan hadn't had the necessary conditions before. Now that he had a solid foundation, he could bring it to the table. He needed to research what ghosts looked like and whether they were the ghostly soldiers summoned by Aragorn in The Lord of the Rings.

That's a bit cruel!
"Nothing will happen at the Sharon battlefield, right?"

Duncan seemed to have thought of something and looked towards the other side of the sea.

During this period, Europe was in constant war, and the place with the highest death toll was the Chalons battlefield, where more than 100,000 people died in total. In the later period, many seriously injured soldiers who could not be saved were killed by their own people. It can be said that there was a lot of resentment.

soon.

A team of elite cavalry galloped wildly on the paved road.

Duncan was heading to a battlefield where thousands of casualties had been reported. Some of the enemy bodies had been buried as fertilizer, leaving them untreatable. Nearby were numerous graves containing thousands of British civilians slaughtered by Saxon pirates, including many elderly, women, and children.

The Anglo-Saxon nobles can be said to be extremely inhumane in terms of being inhumane.

Not only did they massacre the British, they also attacked people from their own tribes, and many Saxon pariahs were killed. As for later generations, the British did too many immoral things to list in detail.

Dimensional space.

From a God's perspective, Duncan looked at the battlefield in front of him. There were no hostile marked units nearby, but there was a special mark.

Battlefield Ruins (1 star): A place of death created by a change in world laws, this place has a small chance of roaming souls and resentful ghosts appearing. These can be eliminated through supernatural means such as sacrifices, suppressed with rune stele altars, or simply slain by beheading the restless souls.

It seems that he won't come out during the day.

Duncan wanted to see how powerful these souls were. After thinking for a moment, he ordered Severus, "Go to the Sanctuary of Avalon."

"Ask the guardian fairies how the matter of guiding the dead souls is going?"

all the time.

Duncan rarely saw the souls of ordinary people. When the Valkyries appeared, they only took away the souls of the warriors who died in battle. He could not see any others.

Severus nodded and quickly left with the five riders.

at the same time.

Outside the border of Hadrian's Wall, in the dense primeval forest, near the altar of a small tribe, a fierce man with cut hair and tattooed face is going about his daily work.

Simply put, this should be a form of war preparation.

Wareham is from Scotland. He is a tough Celtic warrior, which can be seen from the indigo tattoo on his body.

He is pickling human heads now.

In the early days, the Empire called them British Gauls. The profession of Wallam originated from that era and has been passed down for hundreds of years. On the battlefield, it even frightened the Empire's most elite Eagle Flag Legion and shook their morale several times.

The head was obtained not long ago.

Saxon.

Although the Picts failed in their invasion of the British province, they did plunder a lot of things, and their war with the Saxon barbarians was only a minor defeat. Wareham's tribe did not suffer any serious damage, but only consumed a lot of ammunition.

Look, he is replenishing his ammunition.

In his hand was a pre-processed Saxon head. Normally, British head-throwers like Warham would not throw their own people's heads, but would cut off the enemy's heads, process them, and use them as ammunition.

When British head-throwers went into battle, they usually had three to five human heads hanging around their waists. Not only were their enemies afraid of them, but even their own people were afraid of them.

Wareham enjoyed being feared.

But today seemed a little different. When Wareham was pickling the human head, he always felt that the eyeballs seemed to move a little, but when he looked closely, it seemed that they had not moved at all.

"Is it an illusion?"

Wareham stared at the dead head in his hand, looking at the eyeballs of the head with a slightly puzzled expression.

He has been pickling human heads for more than 20 years, but this is the first time he has encountered such a situation.

A bit seeping.

According to his past habit, once he had finished processing the Saxon head, he would use a knife to cut a symbol on the side of the head to indicate that he had finished processing it and would sell it to other British head-throwers as ammunition in the future.

Not all head throwers pickle their own heads; some of them are just as afraid.

Woo!
A breeze blew by and the sky gradually darkened.

Wareham stood up and was about to put down the head in his hand, when suddenly his whole body trembled and he felt a sharp pain in his fingers. When he lowered his head, he found that the mouth of the hideous head had bitten his index finger. What was even more creepy was that the eyes of the head were completely open.

A pair of blood-red eyes, mixed with lime, stared at Wareham in front of him.

Ah!
A shrill scream resounded through the sky, frightening everyone in the tribe and making them stand up in panic.

Oh oh oh!
Wailing whispers echoed one after another. Inside Wareham's house, the pickled human heads hanging on the walls all opened their eyes at this moment, and their dark scarlet eyes stared at the door.

That night, dozens of British grenadiers in Warham's tribe suddenly died in mysterious circumstances!

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(End of this chapter)