Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 135 The Improper Dragon!

Duncan's exploration of the New World was not very smooth.

Because the young dragon is trapped in the north, with its current strength, it is difficult for it to leave and go too far.

On the way back.

Duncan saw the incredibly powerful three-person team again. They had to find a place to stay because of the wind and snow in the north. Duncan didn't dare to get too close. He could only look at the direction they were heading through the strategic map marks. It seemed to be the ancient altar he had arrived at.

Most of the creatures in this world worship ancestral spirits and demons, especially the latter, who are extremely dangerous.

The wind howled.

After crossing a towering snow-capped mountain, Duncan saw a very eye-catching mark.

——Frost Giant Tribe.

However, compared with the last time, their numbers seemed to have decreased a lot, and the number of prehistoric mammoths had also decreased. The footprints of these giants extended very far, and one could see the snow-covered primeval forest in the distance.

The King of the Frost Giants, who is at the head of the group, also has an additional mark.

——The King of Frost Giants (The Last Giant King) (The Dying Giant Tribe) [Bloody Skull Mark] (Extremely Dangerous)!
(This last giant king had foreseen the extinction of his race.)
(He became increasingly paranoid and aggressive.)
In the wind and snow.

The burly giant king looked in the direction of the ice valley. That was their former habitat and the hatching point of the young dragons. However, the migrating frost giant tribe did not return to its original place, but moved along the ice field towards the glaciers further north, all the way to the polar sea.

within dimensional space.

Duncan enlarged the strategic map and shifted to a God's perspective. He just took a look and his expression became solemn.

Because there are no underage children in this giant tribe.

"Are all the children dead?"

"There are no more juvenile mammoths left, only adult herds."

hiss.

Something must have happened that he didn't know about.

When the dragonlets hatched, there were still some underage giants in the migrating frost giant tribe. Now there is none left. Most of those who can migrate back alive are adult warriors. Even female giants have become very rare.

Once a war breaks out, it is obvious that adult males are more likely to survive.

Unless they die in battle to protect women and children, adult males have an innate advantage in survival.

In the wind and snow, a mammoth let out a mournful cry and fell down with a loud bang.

One of the giant warriors stopped. They looked rather dull, as if their IQ was not high. The entire tribe was nomadic, engaged in fishing and hunting. With desolate whispers, the giants dismembered the mammoth on the spot, then carried the food and continued to migrate.

Duncan magnified his God's perspective to the extreme and saw the wounds on the mammoths, which were very horrifying. The thick fur was pierced by sharp arrows, and some giants also had wounds of varying sizes on their bodies.

The Giant King's blood-red pupils were filled with madness and hatred. He took one last look at the forest in the north, turned around and stepped onto the snowy glacier.

Survival of the fittest, survival of the fittest.

The giant tribe was defeated.

The losers can only continue to flee to uninhabited areas. Their final destination is the polar glaciers. If they can survive tenaciously, there is still hope for the continuation of their tribe. However, if there is not enough food, the frost giants will also die out.

When the last tribe disappears, the giants will completely become beasts and monsters.

"Is the Elf Empire expanding again?"

The young dragon looked at the boreal forest in the distance. The cat people were a migrating and fleeing tribe, and the frost giant tribe was also forced to flee to the polar regions. If they expanded further to the north, they would be at his doorstep.

The tide of the times crushes everything.

There is no doubt that this is not the age of giants, nor the age of dragons, nor the age of those weak beastmen. The protagonists of this era are the powerful elves, who want to expand the territory of the empire to the end of the land.

The wheel of history rolls forward!
If Duncan were sitting in a chariot, he would not be panicked at all, but if the wheels rolled over him, he would feel a little uncomfortable.

Human body No. 2 doesn't have too many ambitions, he just wants a piece of land to live in.

You can't just be a homeless wandering dragon, right?
When the tide of the times came, Duncan probably understood why the extraordinary creatures of the Middle Ages had to flee to Northern Europe and even more remote areas.

So what about a dragon?
The exiled Frost Giant tribe at this time was the remnants crushed by the tide of time.

"It shouldn't continue to expand northward so quickly."

The young dragon circled and landed. Around the sacrificial stone, cat-men warriors were happily playing with their blood-red warblades. Only the old cat-men priest was worried. He looked at the blood-soaked blades and muttered, "Has the Elven Empire begun expanding northward?"

The cat-man priest didn't know where the weapons came from, but even though the young dragon killed the dark elf hunting team, he didn't feel the slightest joy.

Here they come!

With endless ambition, he drove the huge imperial war machine to conquer all the lands in sight.

Where else can I escape to?
If we go any further north, all the tribesmen will freeze to death or starve to death.

The old cat-man priest stood up with a heavy expression and said in a deep voice, "Gather all the tribesmen."

soon.

Cat hunters gathered together.

The elderly priest looked at these young faces, unable to utter a heavy word. After a winter of adaptation, the cat tribe had managed to survive here, and the young tribesmen were eager for a new beginning. Although the north was cold, desolate, and lacking in resources, at least there was a land where they could reproduce freely.

After a long time, the cat-man priest slowly said, "Start storing food from today."

"The fish will soon return."

"Women and children worked hard to make fishing nets, and hunters made jerky from their catch."

As the priest, wise man and elder of the cat tribe, he must consider the future of the tribe and prepare for the worst.

The dragon can fly away.

But where else can they go?

The young cat warriors were confused, but soon someone looked up at the young dragon flying by and seemed to have some idea.

Oh!
The High Priest must want to feed the dragon and store more food to be prepared for any eventuality.

The warriors of the tribe quickly became busy. Although the north is cold, it also has its advantages. The temperature is below zero all year round. Except for the hot summer, there is basically no need to worry about food spoiling, and it can be preserved for a long time.

Inside the dragon's nest.

The young dragon circled and landed, entering a resting state.

Duncan was also gazing at the boreal forest in the distance. It was unknown what he was thinking about, and his expression was a little solemn.

I must find an opportunity to visit the south.

Even though the Elf Empire has attacked at the doorstep, the young dragon is still sleeping soundly in the dragon's nest.

Judging from the brief contact so far, the Dark Elf Empire is very powerful, at the peak of the Middle Ages. Whether it is forging skills, magic use, or personal strength, it is far superior to other worlds.

The expansion of such an empire was truly unstoppable.

The perspective shifted. Duncan suddenly switched back to Humanoid One, then quickly summoned his advisor and asked gravely, "Is there any technology from ancient Greek civilization?"

"The simpler kind."

"It's about knowledge, techniques, and skills that can be easily mastered, with a low barrier to entry, but are more suitable for the Nordic environment?"

what?
The consultant in front of Duncan was a middle-aged man with a big beard. He was a mathematician with a wide range of interests, but at this moment his expression was a little confused.

I do not know?
I'm a mathematician! Mathematics is the foundation, but specific applications still depend on other disciplines, right?
Nordic region?

Is the Governor prepared to spread civilized knowledge to the barbarians in Northern Europe?
Duncan looked helpless, raised his hand and said, "Go."

"Call all the teachers, scholars, professors, etc. with stars and bars in the London Academy!"

Recently he reformed the university system. Those with star badges are professional scholars and professors, and those who have published works or made inventions are given a golden star.

In the past two months, Britain has made rapid progress in its technology tree and has even developed counterweight trebuchets.

A group of mathematicians got together, and with Duncan as the instigator, it would have been a shame if they couldn't come up with a counterweight trebuchet. They even improved on Duncan's crude original draft.

The only problem is that it has not been used in actual combat yet and the cost is a bit high.

soon.

The confused London scholars gathered together. They were a little confused by the Governor's proposition, but fortunately there was no shortage of smart people here, and the proposition soon changed.

——How to make a primitive Nordic tribe develop civilization and enter a new era.

——What kind of technology can adapt to the cold climate of Northern Europe?
——Starting from a nomadic fishing and hunting tribe, how can we make the Nordic barbarian tribes become civilized and urbanized?
It doesn't matter that Duncan is uneducated.

He also has his own think tank, and all the elite scholars from the Academy of Athens are here. He still doesn't believe that he can't help a primitive tribe develop.

This is not.

After the proposition was posited, a natural scientist quickly stood up and said, "Governor."

“Since there is a river.”

"Then the priority is naturally the development of fisheries!"

"Large-scale fishing requires vessels, and Mediterranean fishing boats are well-suited for this purpose."

"and many more!"

"I'll look for the blueprints and learn how those fishermen weave their large fishing nets! Northern Europe is a relatively poor region, so there are plenty of raw materials available for making fishing nets!"

The ancient cat-people tribe was very primitive.

However, all the outstanding scholars of the entire European Middle Ages were under Duncan's command. Even if he didn't produce anything ahead of his time, organizing and replicating the existing knowledge would allow the cat tribe to develop across hundreds of years. It was just more troublesome, and Duncan had to consider how to bring it back and spread the teachings to the cat people.

A dragon, imparting knowledge.

Duncan always seems a little bit unserious.

The scholar's ideas seemed to inspire others. Soon, a mature and gentle woman stood up. She was an architect and said, "Governor."

"If it's from Northern Europe, stone buildings are obviously not suitable."

"Use wood."

"Wait a moment, I'll draw a suitable architectural structure diagram right away."

“Anyone with a little knowledge of construction can learn how to do it!”

The mathematicians present were collectively silent.

Soon someone stood up and said, "First comes survival, then development."

“Development requires tools!”

"I'll go find some simpler tools now."

Compared with the barbaric Nordic region, the area around the Mediterranean is still very developed. These scholars were inspired a little and immediately came up with ideas.

There was even a young druid who weakly raised his hand, came over, and said cautiously, "Governor."

"Will Celtic runes work? Will runes work?"

He was sent by the Druid Order. After a thorough survey of the entire Druid Order, they finally picked out a few young people with relatively high IQs.

It's scientific knowledge! Why can't druids learn it?

Ok?
This is an interesting idea.

Duncan asked, "What do you think?"

The young druid lowered his voice and said, "Fishing, livestock, and farming."

"How about setting up a Druid's Ring?"

Anyway, I have never heard of a druid starving to death in the wild. If that really happened, it would be so funny that it would probably become the laughing stock of the entire druid profession.

In many later fantasy works, druids have top-notch survival abilities and are natural wilderness survival experts.

Druidism originated from Celtic culture and is the natural concept of Celtic belief. The Druid systems in many worlds are variants of Celtic culture.

The Druids of the Middle Ages can be considered the source of this system.

The witchcraft system here is complex, but that doesn't mean it's completely useless. It's just difficult to learn, but there are also some very simple things. Druid rituals don't require a high threshold, as long as they resonate naturally. Strictly speaking, Druidism is a late-stage nomadic fishing and hunting culture. It was only after Duncan's reforms that it became a Druid culture of the agricultural era.

Odin's runes are considered to be a relatively systematic witchcraft knowledge of this era, but they are not easy to learn. Duncan can understand them, but it is difficult to learn.

Ordinary people cannot use those mysterious knowledge because they don’t have magical powers.

But what about cat people?
In the world of human body number two, most intelligent creatures have magical powers!

Just because the witchcraft system is outdated, does that mean it is completely useless?
You’ll know after you try it.

Certain knowledge and technology of ancient Greece were certainly not as advanced as those of the Elf Empire, but as long as they were advanced enough for the cat-people tribe, they were completely sufficient.

Sometimes, if you change your thinking, you will suddenly feel that there is great potential for you!
Duncan held his chin in his hand, his mind racing as he muttered, "If we continue like this, we won't have enough people."

"There are only a few people in the cat tribe."

"We need at least a thousand people to make it work."

"Besides, I'm imparting knowledge, techniques, and craftsmanship to them. I'm not going to come up with anything weird, am I?"

Hard to say.

This is obviously not something a proper dragon would do.

He looted villages, kidnapped princesses, and sowed seeds everywhere, which were much more serious than doing these things.

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(End of this chapter)