Legendary Rating?!
Søren looked at his status page and saw that there was indeed a new line of Legendary Rating. It showed that he had 1 Legendary Rating. Legendary Rating had a special function and was very difficult to obtain. However, it did not increase one's strength by much. Its biggest use at the moment was its ability to influence negotiations, deceive, and intimidate. 1 Legendary Rating could be used as 1 Basic Skill Point. Only after entering the Legendary-realm would Legend Points truly begin to take effect.
It was a very important and decisive factor!
Søren looked at the battlefield in front of him. Suddenly, a row of data appeared:
"Battle record unlocked."
"Battle record automatically calculated! Simulation data activated! " "…"
Before Soran could react, a new row of data had been generated, which showed:
"Battle of the Bone Crusher Ogres [Legendary Battle]: September 1675, New Moon Era, Whiterun City, Southern Principality launched a battle to expel the Bone Crusher Ogres. You assisted the Whiterun army in defeating the Bone Crusher Ogres and killed an advanced Ogre Warlord (Level 14) on the battlefield. The story of this battle will gradually spread. In time, the entire South will know about this legendary battle. [Legendary Rating + 1]
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The soldiers began to clean up the battlefield.
Whiterun City had more than 600 casualties. War always came with a price, but these professional soldiers did not have time to grieve. After a short rest, they began to collect the corpses. The corpses of their comrades had to be brought back in one piece. Those who were missing an arm or a leg had to be recovered as much as possible. They had to give these brave soldiers a proper burial. The wounded had to be sent back for treatment. The priests' divine spells were limited, and the cost of casting high-grade divine spells was high. The lifespan of a legendary priest was far shorter than that of other spellcasters.
Legendary wizards could easily live for hundreds or even thousands of years, but a legendary priest could only live for less than one or two hundred years.
Even Druil could easily live for hundreds of years. Both of them used divine spells, so there had to be a reason for the difference in lifespan.
It was just that not many people pointed out the reason.
After all, for a true priest, returning to the embrace of the god they believed in was also a path that they had to go through.
The casualties of the adventurers were also not small. Most of the people who came were slightly injured. Those who had teammates would help them collect their corpses. Those who did not have teammates would be cremated on the spot and buried nearby. Cremation was the responsibility of adventurers. It didn't mean that they couldn't be buried. In fact, the people of this era also attached great importance to burials. However, there were too many scavengers in the wilderness. If they were buried in the wilderness today, they could be dug up and eaten clean the next day.
Therefore, most of the people who died in the wilderness were cremated.
After all, these corpses should not have been eaten by wild beasts. This was definitely an ending that they did not deserve.
With the help of the others, Søren cremated the half-elf ranger's body, wrapped the ashes in a piece of cloth, and buried them in a hole. He didn't know what kind of epitaph he should write, but after all, the other party was a Tier 3 Ranger. Such a person shouldn't die in obscurity. At the very least, there should be a tombstone. He chopped down a piece of wood and used his machete to carve some words on it. First, he carved his name, then he thought about what he should leave behind.
"Yass. A brave half-elf ranger. Defender of the Battle of Grey Hill. Slayer of the ogres. At the last moment of his life, he defeated an ogre warlord. May his soul rest in peace. "
Søren really couldn't think of anything to write.
So, he simply left a few words on the tombstone, then put the broken longbow and machete into the grave.
Weapons were a warrior's second life.
These equipment should be buried with him. It might be a bit of a waste, but it was a tradition of this world. Sometimes, traditions should be respected.
Just like the warriors of Whiterun, those who died in battle were buried with their weapons and armor.
City hall had disagreements with the army over this matter more than once. The politicians thought that it was a shameful waste, and that the equipment should be taken back and given to new soldiers. However, the army always stubbornly refused. Some people with bad tempers even fought over it. There was no reason to argue. They stubbornly believed that the equipment they used when they were alive should be buried with them. If they died in battle in the future, the weapons and armor buried with them would be better than any gold, silver, or jewelry.
Perhaps this was the warrior's stubbornness.
It took a long time to clean up the battlefield, and the injured were sent back to Whiterun.
A lot of loot was found in the ogre fortress, but it didn't have much to do with Søren. At most, the adventurers would get another reward later. The unfinished fortress was covered in flames. In order to prevent other creatures from occupying it, the commander ordered everything to be torn down and burned to the ground. Søren returned with the rest of the team. The others also had some simple battles, such as the lizardmen that migrated from the Black Swamp.
If they knew that the ogre tribe had been destroyed, they might retreat to other places.
If they didn't know, the Whiterun army would drive them away. It was obviously much easier to deal with the lizardmen. About five to six hundred soldiers were enough.
The journey back was relatively quiet.
After defeating the ogres, the rest was not a problem. Even if there were some scattered monsters, the guards of the other caravans could deal with them.
On the way back to Whiterun, the army was greeted with cheers and cheers. From time to time, civilians would gather on the roads near the towns and villages to watch, pointing at the ogre corpses and exclaiming in amazement. These monsters with arms as thick as their thighs were not common. The civilians near the city rarely encountered gnolls, and at most, they would occasionally see goblins and kobolds. After all, gnolls were very dangerous. If they were found to be active near the territory, the garrison's militia and army would be dispatched very quickly.
The soldiers who were less injured walked with their heads held high. This was their moment of glory.
Their strength, their bravery, and their sacrifice had created a relatively safe living environment near Whiterun. This was the mission they had to accept. Since there were sacrifices in battle, there should be glory after victory. As the army gradually approached Whiterun, the cheering crowd also became more and more sorrowful. The soldiers were selected from the nearby towns and villages. With so many casualties, many people had lost their husbands and sons.
Søren was silent throughout the journey.
He just watched quietly as if he was a bystander. He watched as the surviving soldiers hugged their loved ones, and he also watched as the elderly parents hugged their sons' corpses and cried bitterly.
This was a very common thing.
War did not necessarily bring wealth, but it would definitely leave behind pain. Perhaps it was because he had seen too much in the past, but now he was not as emotional. Whiterun gave him an extra fifty Kindler coins as a reward. It seemed that there were a lot of valuable spoils in the ogre fortress this time. For cooperating with Whiterun, the City Hall also gave him a medal. If he wanted to, he could become a citizen of Whiterun and settle down here.
The medal was a bronze medal, and it was more of a symbol than anything else.
After receiving his reward, Søren left and casually threw the medal into his multi-dimensional bag. He had received hundreds of such medals in the past, and there was no lack of noble medals among them.
If he accepted, he could become an honorary lord.
Although it would bring him benefits and power, he would also have to fulfill his mission. It was equivalent to joining a faction.
After returning to Whiterun, Søren first handed over his mission.
Due to the difficulty of defeating the ogres, his mercenary rank was raised to E, and he did not receive any additional rewards. The mercenary union only recognized his strength. After taking care of some miscellaneous matters, he went to find a doctor. The broken bone in his right arm needed to be properly reattached. After all, his medical skills were not high. After the bone was properly reattached, Søren went to the Temple District and spent thirty Kindler coins to ask a priest to cast Medium Heal on him.
Naturally reattached bones could leave behind hidden injuries, so it was best to heal them with a divine spell. This way, it would not affect his future battles.
When he saw Vivian the next morning, a smile finally appeared on Søren's face.
He picked up the little girl and spun her around in the air. As Vivian giggled, he kissed her pink cheeks.
He did not know if it was an illusion or not.
The little girl was slightly chubbier than before, and she no longer looked skinny and small. Her rosy cheeks had a hint of baby fat, which made her look very cute.
The mistress of the caravan looked at him deeply. The news of Whiterun sending out an army had spread for many days, and many people were very concerned about the outcome of the battle. The Søren in front of her was clearly different from when she first met him. His aura seemed sharper and more stable, and he seemed to be much stronger than before. If he used to look like a violent gang member, he now looked like a warrior who had been on the battlefield and had experienced bloodshed.
The more people he killed, the stronger his aura became.
Søren looked at Gloria in front of him and nodded with a smile. Although he did not say anything, the mistress of the caravan knew that he wanted to leave with Vivian.
She sighed. She did not know why Søren was so stubborn about leaving.
During this period of time, she had learned a lot from Vivian. She knew that they were orphans. She really couldn't understand why a human with a little bit of half-elf blood would insist on going to the territory of those arrogant elves. After all, the elves were very xenophobic, and didn't like real half-elves.
In the end, she decided to try again.
However, it was not Søren in front of her. Instead, she looked at Vivian. This little girl was very smart. Although she looked innocent and cute, she was not ignorant. It was just that the chaos in the slums did not affect her pure heart. This was a very rare and precious quality. A pure heart represented a pure soul.
The strength of her heart could help her go further!
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(PS: An epitaph or something like that, it won't be written very sentimentally!)
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