At this moment, Duncan had already retreated quite a distance and still had the energy to examine the abilities he had seized.
——"Unflagging Intoxication (Special Ability): The Germanic Barbarian Race loves wine and battle, and Thor of the Norse Pantheon is especially fond of drinking. Those warriors favored by Him further enhance their strength after heavy drinking, while weakening their pain perception, temporarily boosting stamina and endurance. They won’t truly get drunk, but an additional negative state of recklessness will be triggered. Thor is also a reckless Divine Spirit." (Note: Many Barbarians worship the Wine God, believing that drinking strengthens their power.)
——"Great Frenzy (Advanced Abilities): A branch of Adrenaline Burst, an advanced ability of the Frenzy State. Only the bravest warriors in battle can receive Divine Spirit’s blessings and unleash unimaginable power. In legends, Thunder God Thor often charges into the enemy ranks alone. He favors those Barbarian warriors who disregard fear. Additional negative state, rage, reckless charge, disregard for fear."
(Note: Thor is the strongest among the Nordic Gods, and only the Barbarian warriors who worship Him can further frenzy.)
The Norse Pantheon indeed values Barbaric Power.
Duncan looked at the two abilities he had just seized, not expecting them to yield even more than killing Kent’s King.
"Is it because, in the legends, the primary enemies of the Norse Pantheon are giants?"
Duncan felt it might have some relation to the mythological system, with the Barbarian warriors’ Supernatural Powers often revolving around miraculous strength.
"If I were to melee combat with him, he might still have a chance for miraculous strength."
"But why would I spar with a frenzied Barbarian for no reason?"
Duncan wasn’t stupid; the enemy was clearly in a Frenzy State. Of course, he would avoid its sharpness and wait until the enemy’s blood-boosted courage was depleted before taking action.
Archers might all have a warrior’s heart, but not now.
The night had deepened.
Duncan kept retreating until there were no enemy units nearby, then slowly came to a stop.
Where did this fog come from?
Duncan, having just shaken off pursuers, suddenly realized that mist had risen around him, and the nearby swamp appeared and disappeared under the fog.
"Something’s not right!"
Under the omniscient perspective, Duncan stared around tightly, discovering that the projection map was undergoing some change.
The forest was gradually disappearing, replaced by mist covering the entire map!
"Where’s the sound of water coming from?"
Duncan vaguely heard the sound of water and the sound of oars paddling. As he passed through the mist, a lake emerged ahead; he recalled that there were no rivers or lakes near here initially.
——The Mist-covered Avalon [Land of Blessings]!
Under the omniscient perspective.
Everything in the projection image started to overlap with reality, as if two different spaces were slowly merging. Some powerful supernatural force had opened the entrance to a mysterious realm here.
Avalon is the Holy Land of Celtic mythology, the center faith of the ancient Druid religion.
It is also the final resting place in King Arthur’s legend, the Paradise of the Otherworld, where it’s said nine fairies guard it.
The Mist-covered Avalon, the Celtic mythological Tyr Nano, the Garden of the Golden Apples in Greek mythology, and Eden in Jewish mythology, these places are the legendary realms beyond reality.
"Similar to the Grotto Heaven Blessed Land?"
"Real world’s parallel planes?"
Duncan could only guess so, as there are places in Eastern mythology too that do not belong to the real world. Now, as the Mythical Era draws to a close, the last stronghold of ancient Celtic mythology is Great Britain.
A small boat slowly appeared within sight.
——Tethys (Lake Fairy) (Nymph) (Elf) (Three-star silver-gray). New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on novｅlfire.net
The small boat docked.
Under the increasingly bright moonlight, a beautiful woman in a white long dress, resembling a nymph from Ancient Greek mythology, appeared. She smiled and saluted Duncan, signaling him to board the boat.
Celtic mythology has now become extremely weak, and as the legendary Guardian Fairy, her strength is not even comparable to a Valkyrie.
Duncan hesitated for a moment before directly boarding the small boat.
The Mist-covered Avalon.
The last Holy Land of the Ancient Druid Faith, Duncan also wanted to know what became of the myth and legend.
The fog gradually enveloped everything nearby.
A small boat followed the lake deep into the mist, and after an unknown time, an island appeared in Duncan’s view.
A total of five beautiful and charming Lake Fairies awaited, with many wondrous creatures like elves behind them.
Under the omniscient perspective.
In Duncan’s projection screen, the corner label had already changed from ’Real World’ to ’The Mist-covered Avalon (Land of Blessings)’.