Denmark, the Danish Giant!(Bonus Chapter for 4,000 Average Subscriptions)
Denmark, Vik Island.
As a ship slowly pulled into shore, patrolling guards immediately hurried over from the harbor.
"Who are you people? Where are you from?"
A burly, bearded barbarian approached, followed by seven or eight men carrying spears and battle axes, some clad in studded armor. Their expressions were wary, but they relaxed slightly upon seeing Galawin at the front, since he was clearly dressed like a Saxon.
Galawin rose to his feet and said fiercely, "Britain Island."
"We're Enfes's men."
When making a living in barbarian territory, they could not show weakness. If someone came looking for trouble, they fought back. At worst, they could always take to the sea and become pirates.
Here, the law mattered less than private fights. Only strong warriors earned respect.
The leader-like man thought for a moment, then revealed a disdainful smile and mocked, "Virgin Taker—Enfes?"
"Didn't I hear he died at the hands of the Britons?"
News traveled quickly, and with Duncan's Legendary Points boosting the tale, even Greater Germania knew that the Saxons had suffered a crushing defeat on Britain Island. Here, Duncan was rumored to be descended from Giants, possessed of limitless strength, able to hoist a Ballista and shoot people with it as though it were a heavy crossbow. The stories were even more exaggerated than those on Britain Island.
As long as the story was not too absurd, no one cared to question it.
A legendary figure who could kill the Germanic Barbarians' founding-ruler-level brothers, Hengist and Horsa, had to be as mighty and imposing as the Giants of legend!
It was that smile.
Damn it!
Ever since Enfes's title had become Virgin Taker, his subordinates could barely hold their heads up around others.
Fuck, anyone who mentioned