CHAPTER 91: CHAPTER 31: ABSURD RUMORS!

"It’s that empire knight!"

Duncan was too conspicuous on the battlefield; someone remembered that knight with exceptional archery skills.

Blood Axe - Nidhron’s voice was deep: "Is it just him?"

The centurion beside him said, "It should be."

"But he released some prisoners and slaves."

Comes when wanted, leaves whenever desired.

That man was like a monster, sneaking in quietly, killing some, and retreating immediately, leaving no trace behind.

Without high walls and fortresses, he could not be stopped.

Blood Axe - Nidhron wore an incredibly grim expression, looking at the terrified and demoralized soldiers, not knowing what to do for a moment.

This is a lone warrior charging in!

He could only shout angrily, "Strengthen the defenses!"

"Double the patrols on the watchtowers!"

His intuition told him that the man might come again tonight.

After just one night of slaughter, rumors had spread throughout Devon town. Whether it was the conquered and enslaved Britons or the migrating Germanic barbarians, they all spoke of a nightmare-like phantom ranger, who silently infiltrated, wielding the fury of revenge, killing many Saxon soldiers, then leaving leisurely under the cover of night.

Recent events, including the sudden death of the King of Kent, exacerbated the rumors more and more.

The Britons’ rumors were even more exaggerated.

They said the ranger was an elf, capable of appearing and disappearing at will, a prince of Great Britain, the son of Elf King Oberon and Titania, sent because even the mythical elf immortal spirits could no longer tolerate the Saxon invasion and slaughter of the Britons.

Thus, they dispatched the Elf Prince, transformed into a human, to help them resist the Saxon barbarian invasion.

Of course, there was another version of this exaggerated rumor, saying the ranger came from the mist-covered Avalon, a progeny of a fairy from Avalon. Some legends even said he was a descendant of Queen Meave, a queen in ancient Irish mythology famous for her valor and many paramours.

Amidst the chaotic rumors, the Britons unanimously linked Duncan to legendary mythological figures.

Because they had suffered for too long.

The Germanic barbarians had ravaged them for decades; with such a powerful figure suddenly appearing, it was hard not to associate him with the myths of Great Britain.

Among the many rumors, the most popular and recognized one was that Duncan came from Avalon and was the prince of Elf King Oberon, as if merging two outrageous rumors together.

What if Duncan was actually from the empire?

That didn’t matter.

There was another, even more outrageous rumor on Great Britain, that Elf King Oberon was, in fact, the son of the empire’s leader, Gaius Julius Caesar. When Caesar conquered Great Britain, he encountered a goddess from the Mythical Era in the wild, and was captivated by this goddess, revered by the natives, thus fathering the rumored Elf King Oberon.

Official history may not always be accurate, but unofficial history is definitely wild!

Caesar was indeed a notorious romantic, wasn’t he also enchanted by Cleopatra when he conquered Egypt, so why couldn’t he be smitten by the fairies of Great Britain?

Of course, this rumor was not acknowledged by the empire because Caesar’s legitimate heir was Octavian.

What nonsense was the Elf King Oberon?

As night fell.

Duncan leaned against a large tree, feigning sleep, until it was deep in the night, then he emerged from the woods.

He was unaware of the ridiculous rumors about him; he merely intended to harass the enemy, taking some heads along the way, further enhancing his basic combat skills. Given his current physical prowess, venturing out alone for guerrilla warfare was safe unless he encountered a legendary figure. As long as he wasn’t greedy and avoided large enemy troops, retreating was quite easy.

Currently, Duncan estimated he could still have some difficulty facing a mammoth war elephant in a one-on-one; his strength was about 0.6 that of an Elf Prince.

After all, some combat skills and agility displayed by the Elf Prince were extraordinary, not like an ordinary human, even more exaggerated than a three-star Demon Hunter.

"Who knows how strong those legendary monsters are."

"Beowulf probably had to fight tooth and nail against giants, right? I still need to develop more!"

Currently, Duncan was not afraid to face ordinary people, but slightly afraid when it came to anything related to giants.

The giants of the Middle Ages were not like the trolls in the previous life’s Warcraft game; they were mythical creatures with some blood ties to giants.

Strictly speaking, they should be translated as ’giant beasts.’

Cave giants, ogres, giants, Sol giants, and others refer to the same type of creatures.

They are the prototypes of trolls in Dungeons and Dragons, very hard to kill. The rumored image of this type of creature is very close to the special unit ogres in Heroes of Might and Magic.

Even in Dungeons and Dragons, the challenge rating for such creatures is at least above 8, harder to deal with than many adolescent giant dragons. (Referring to cave trolls.)

If Duncan really wanted to fight, he’d probably have to ask the Crow Queen - Triss for help.

Besides, in the legend, Beowulf wasn’t fighting alone; he brought an entire team of elite soldiers.

A dark and windy night, perfect for killing.

Duncan noticed that patrol guards in Devon town had more than doubled, but he remained unfazed, quietly waiting for midnight, when the enemies would be weary.

As long as the enemy didn’t retreat, he would keep taking heads.

After all, he could always retreat back to Cornwall.

However, tonight was a bit different. When Duncan started his slaughter at midnight, an invisible figure suddenly appeared in mid-air.

——Valkyrie.

This was the first time Duncan saw her outside the battlefield; the bird-winged silver-helmeted Valkyrie quietly hovered over the town, apparently waiting for Duncan to boost her Heroic Spirit Hall’s performance.

"No way."

"Has my reputation really reached the Heroic Spirit Hall? The Valkyrie is actually stationed here?"

Duncan was surprised, but his hands didn’t stop; he shot down a patrolling soldier with an arrow, then the Frankish flying axe smashed the next enemy’s head. His figure leaped down, the Oathkeeper cutting through with a cold gleam, directly beheading a Saxon infantryman.

From a bird’s-eye view, the Valkyrie’s shadow hovered above him.

As soon as Duncan left, the Valkyrie descended to take away the soul of a barbarian warrior. Ever since encountering Duncan, the Heroic Spirit Hall’s performance had been steadily rising.

.........