Whiterun City.
It took Søren less than a day to travel from Amber City to Whiterun City.
The once-bustling trade route had been completely abandoned. Autumnfall was devastated by the attack of the Orcs, and the handicrafts from the Elven Kingdom and the Half-Elven Kingdom had completely lost their market. The road to Whiterun City was blocked by the Ancient Red Dragon, and the impact of the double blow was quite terrible. Especially the chaos caused by the migration of all kinds of monsters, many villages and towns that were not strong enough to defend themselves had to migrate.
Although humans had a large number of people, they did not have an absolute advantage in the natural world.
The current productivity could not support the explosion of population at all. Human villages could only be formed near suitable farmland because there were still many other species in the wilderness that were not suitable for cultivation. Food was the key to restricting the reproduction of a large number of creatures. With the transportation capacity of this era, most of the food could only be produced by oneself. The consumption rate of transportation was quite high, and there was a high possibility of being attacked by other species.
Unless there was a huge force that had completed a huge project similar to the transportation of water.
For now, it seemed.
This possibility was almost impossible. So Søren saw many abandoned villages along the way. These villages migrated largely because of the frequent attacks by wild creatures. The decrease in population and the increase in danger made them unable to cultivate in peace. In the absence of enough strength to protect themselves, many small and medium-sized villages and towns began to migrate or merge.
Golden Creek Town.
This was a town that rose rapidly during the Age of Turmoil.
Søren passed by this town on his way to Whiterun City. He and Vivian had also come to this town when they followed Gloria's caravan.
And it was the first time he met a Sword Saint here.
Today, the size of Golden Creek Town had tripled. There were reinforced thick wooden walls outside, and the population had at least multiplied several times compared to the past. It looked like a small city.
All of these changes were due to the pressure from the outside world. The threat of wild creatures caused nearby villages and towns to migrate here, and a large number of humans began to build fortifications and formed an army to protect civilians. Golden Creek Town had a strong geographical advantage and manpower. Under such circumstances, it immediately became the most important human settlement in the vicinity.
Søren stopped for a while.
Two watchtowers were erected in front of the thick and heavy gate of the stronghold, and there were guards on top of the walls. Søren even saw the silhouettes of rangers, who were in charge of scouting out the movements of wild creatures.
The security here was tight, and the ratio of the militia was as high as one-fifth.
Søren saw a few barracks where the militia was being trained, which made him feel the aura of war. The smithy was bustling with activity, and many military weapons were placed on the shelves. This wasn't just to prevent attacks from wastelanders, but also to reclaim their lost territory. No creature was willing to give up their land so easily. Humans were forced to migrate. Once they regrouped, they would naturally take back their land.
It was a sharp gaze.
Søren suddenly felt that someone was watching him. When he turned around, he was surprised to see a familiar young man.
A Sword Saint.
It was a high-level Sword Saint with a straight blade on his back, dressed in plain cotton clothes, and stained with blood.
It was the same person Søren had seen before.
His aura had become even sharper, and his entire person was like a sharp sword. The murderous aura around him was very strong, which probably had something to do with the current environment where monsters ran rampant.
The Sword Saint met Søren's gaze and was startled for a moment. He seemed to have sensed Søren's strength, so he nodded slightly and left.
A high-level Hunter.
This was the Sword Saint's judgment, and also the ability Søren had displayed.
Most Sword Saints were quiet people. Sometimes, they would rather use their swords to express themselves than talk too much nonsense.
Søren noticed that the people were looking at him with respect.
It seemed that this young Sword Saint had gained the respect and recognition of the people with his strength during this period of time. Sword Saint was an advanced profession that attached great importance to actual combat. If this young Sword Saint entered the ranks of advanced professions at such a young age, a legendary Sword Saint might be born in Golden Creek Town in the future.
It was very likely that this town would become even more prosperous because of him!
Søren did not stay for too long. He quickly left the town and continued on his way to Whiterun. The road had been abandoned for a long time, and there were weeds everywhere.
After walking for about twenty kilometers.
A notice board appeared in Soran's sight, with a message written on it: "Be careful of danger! There are ankhegs here! (Skull symbol) … "
Ankhegs?!
Søren smiled faintly and continued on his way. After walking for about five kilometers, he found traces of other people on the ground. They seemed to have come from another road.
"Be careful!"
"There's another one behind you!"
A middle-aged man exclaimed, and then a chaotic battle ensued. From the sounds of it, there were quite a few people. Søren even heard the familiar buzzing sound of the ankhegs.
It was a Druil!
Søren leaped into the air and leaped from tree to tree, leaving behind afterimages. He quickly found his target, but the most eye-catching one was a Druil. It looked like a black bear, but it spoke in authentic Elven.
A Druil of the Wild.
They were the shapeshifters of the Druil. They were proficient in all kinds of shapeshifting spells, and most of the time, they relied on shapeshifting to fight.
A priest.
He wore a tattered priest robe, had a scar on his face, and was fighting with a priest's staff in his hand. Søren saw a special emblem on his body. It was a picture of pale hands tied with a red rope. This was a priest of the [God of Suffering], a god who held the titles of [Endurance], [Suffering], [Martyrdom], and [Perseverance]. This was a kind and lawful god. He was also known as the 'Weeping God'. His followers included the disabled, the oppressed, the poor, monks, paladins, slaves, serfs, and so on.
The reason why Soran was so familiar with this deity was that he had recently carefully recalled the information of this deity.
The [God of Suffering], Ilmater!
He protected those who suffered, and the [God of the Hunt], Malar, was one of the most important enemies of this god.
There were a lot of ankhegs.
In front of Søren, other than the professionals who could fight, there were also a lot of civilians. These civilians relied on them to block the ankhegs from devouring them.
The strongest fighter in the crowd was a monk.
He was not a monk from the East, but a local monk who had received training. There was an independent group of monks in the [God of Suffering], Ilmater's church. This group of monks was called [The Broken (The Broken)]. It was a group of monks who believed in the Weeping God. The members of the group were not only responsible for protecting their followers and temples, but also for punishing those who cruelly harmed others.
Evil deeds. These monks could be priests, and they could also advance into the ranks of secret believers, holy warriors, divine believers, divine power seekers, and even saints. They would not be punished by leaving their professions.
This was the result of the fusion of the power of the gods and the training of the monks. The Broken monks were very powerful advanced professions.
The battle became more and more intense.
However, the situation was not over yet. This was because the priests of the 'God of Suffering' were very good at healing, and this was related to their teachings.
Although many people misunderstood the teachings of the Weeping God, and some even mocked his teachings, the church of Ilmater had many faithful followers all over the continent. In this cruel and realistic world, many victims, the sick, and the poor relied on the church of Ilmater to survive. Many people in many areas respected the church of the Weeping God, and his priests often received generous help when they practiced medicine everywhere for free.
The middle-aged priest in front of him.
He was one of the few members of the church in the current material plane who would completely provide free healing to others. The target of this healing was the poor, the civilians, the slaves, and so on. The priests of the [God of Suffering] were not very common. They were too active in their own parish. Because of some kind of 'conversion ceremony' before death, all the priests of the Weeping God's healing ability was more than 1.5 times that of other priests.
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