952!
Lan Ling's kill merit was 952!
There were more than 30 of them, all Berserkers. Each of them was worth about three heads. There were also some high-ranking warriors who were worth two heads.
Chief Constantine looked at it over and over again. He really thought that his eyes were playing tricks on him before he finally confirmed this sensational number.
In this battle, a total of more than 5,000 people from the Wildhorse Tribe were killed. Lan Ling alone accounted for almost one-sixth of them.
It should be known that in the second duel, although Lan Ling was the main contributor to the annihilation of a hundred cavalrymen of the Wild Horse Tribe, the heads were divided equally among the hundred foreign cavalrymen. Lan Ling only had ten heads.
In other words, in the entire battle, Lan Ling had shot and killed 600 to 700 people. (Because some people's heads were worth two or even three heads.)
The report said that towards the end of the battle, Lan Ling even ran out of arrows, so he actually used the common arrows of the foreign troops.
Moreover, he basically hit the target every time, whether it was a straight shot or a projectile shot from before.
At the beginning of the battle, the Wildhorse Tribe had erected shields that were two to three meters high. Not only did it block the direct shots of arrows, but it also blocked the line of sight. At this time, the projectiles were completely invisible.
Even so, Lan Ling still hit the target every time.
Even when the projectiles were invisible, he still hit the target every time.
It was too heaven-defying. This was simply suffocating!
Chief Constantine licked his lips. He was now really curious about Lan Ling's background.
Without a doubt, he was indeed Sommo's nephew. But why had there been no news of such a heaven-defying person before?
Then he looked at the kill merit list below.
Du Yan's head was 235, including the young chief of the Wildhorse tribe. Killing one was equivalent to killing 50 people.
Yang Gu's military merit was 135 heads.
Qiu Ju's was 139 heads.
Du Yan was indeed stronger than Yang Gu and Qiu Ju, but … the total military merit of these three people's heads was not as high as Lan Ling's. In fact, it was only half of Lan Ling's military merit.
Constantine closed his eyes.
He had to put aside his own likes and dislikes and seriously think about a problem.
[Is it more valuable for my daughter Ninian to marry the Young Barbarian King as a concubine? Or is it more valuable for her to marry Lan Ling?]
In today's battle, Lan Ling hadn't been able to display his full strength because no one had protected him, allowing the enemy to get close to him.
Once there was someone protecting him at all times, preventing any enemies from getting close to him, Lan Ling would be able to unleash even more frightening lethality.
Constantine also noticed that at the last moment, Lan Ling had used his own abilities to repel the Wildhorse chief's daughter.
He seemed to be using psychic attacks!
Lan Ling's martial arts were not high. Not to mention Du Yan, Yang Gu, and Qiu Ju, there were about a hundred people in the entire Chimera Tribe who were better than him.
However, if used well, one Lan Ling would be more useful than a cavalry of a few thousand men!
In other words, Constantine could bring a few thousand fewer soldiers every time he went to war. As long as Lan Ling was given enough time, he could kill more than a thousand enemies.
After several calculations, Constantine calculated that the benefits of Ninian marrying Lan Ling would most likely surpass that of marrying the Young Barbarian King as a concubine.
Moreover, he might not be able to successfully marry Ninian to the Young Barbarian King.
Constantine took a deep breath and said, "Go and call Ninian."
…
"Ninian, if … and I'm saying if, I really marry you to Lan Ling. What do you think?" Constantine asked.
Ninian's eyes suddenly opened. Her heart trembled. Then, she shook her head and said, "I don't want to!"
"Why?" Constantine asked.
Ninian said, "The person I want to marry either has an incomparably noble status that I can only look up to. Or he will bow down to me, admire me fervently, and be willing to risk his life for me. "
Then, Ninian said, "Father, why do you have such a strange idea? Don't you hate Lan Ling the most? "
Chief Constantine handed over the parchment and said, "This is the record of the military merits of this war."
Ninian's voice rose a few octaves after she received it. She then said in a hoarse voice, "Impossible!"
She absolutely didn't believe this number because no one could do it. As far as she knew, it was impossible for anyone to create such a destructive force.
Lan Ling had heaven-defying archery. But, the strongest archer in the tribe could only kill twenty to thirty people at most. That was because his mental power would be completely exhausted after that. So, it would be useless no matter how much power he had.
How was it possible to obtain more than 900 military merits? It was completely impossible.
"Father, there must've been a mistake in the calculation. Either the foreign army is using Lan Ling's arrows to cheat for him and gain military merits," Ninian said.
Constantine shook his head. He didn't know how many times he had checked. The foreign army attached great importance to their honor. So, how could they do this? Moreover, Du Yan was watching at all times. So, how could Lan Ling have the opportunity to cheat?
"He didn't even need to use his eyes to aim. But, he could still hit the target 100% of the time," Constantine said, "And, he killed hundreds of people in those few minutes. In short, this result is absolutely correct. Lan Ling's military merits will only increase, and not decrease. "
Ninian calmed down. She didn't question again. But, her heart was like a raging storm at this time.
She completely understood why her father was considering marrying her to Lan Ling.
Because, getting such a person was like a hellish harvester on the battlefield. It was completely unsolvable. Every time he went to war, it was equivalent to bringing thousands of troops.
Marrying her to Lan Ling might really allow her father to achieve the greatest benefits.
Would it allow her, Ninian, to obtain the greatest benefits?
Ninian sunk into deep thought!
What she had said to Lan Ling before was both true and false!
She would be able to call the wind and summon the rain in this millions of square kilometers of land if she could marry the Young Barbarian King. Even if she was just a concubine, she could be above hundreds of tribal chiefs.
So, she was willing!
But, she could ascend to the tribal chief's throne as a woman!
Moreover, this 300,000 square kilometers of land would belong to the Chimera tribe if her father Constantine's dream was realized. And, dozens of tribes in the surroundings would be subdued.
Becoming the mistress of this 300,000 square kilometers of land wouldn't be inferior to becoming the concubine of the Young Barbarian King in terms of status, glory, and power.
In other words, marrying Lan Ling and eventually ascending to the tribal chief's throne would also be in line with Ninian's greatest benefits.
"I'm willing to give him a chance if he's willing to be completely loyal to father," Ninian said arrogantly.
Constantine nodded.
Ninian said, "But, the key is whether he's willing to be loyal to father or not. How do we know if he's truly loyal to father? "
Constantine said, "So, he needs a resolute attitude. He has no other choice!"
…
The two people of the foreign army had fallen after the battle.
One was Lan Ling, and the other was Suo Mo!
Lan Ling had fallen because of the overdraft of his spiritual power!
Today, he had consumed dozens of times more spiritual power than before. No, it was more than a hundred times!
He had used his spiritual power to lock on and aim every time he had shot.
Especially, the berserkers who had shot the enemy later could only aim at the eye socket of the helmet. It was only an inch in diameter. So, the consumption of spiritual power to aim was more than ten times.
Finally, the daughter of the Wildhorse tribe's tribal chief madly chased him to kill him. Lan Ling's spiritual power had been consumed dozens of times in order to save his life.
Especially the critical hit to her spiritual power at the end!
So, he had become incomparably weak after the battle. He had a splitting headache, and directly collapsed!
And, Suo Mo had fallen because of the sequela of demonization!
He didn't have Lan Ling's heaven-defying golden bloodline. At the time, he had been surrounded by the Wildhorse tribe's tribal chief and three experts, and Lan Ling's life was in danger. In order to save Lan Ling, Suo Mo had chosen to demonize.
After demonization, Suo Mo's entire body was impervious to swords and spears, and his combat power had increased exponentially.
But in this world, everything had a price, and demonization was no exception.
For Suo Mo, demonization was overdrafting his future combat power. Moreover, it was an overdraft that was many times greater!
The price of his 15 minutes of demonization was half a month of weakness, or even longer!
Once he entered a weakened state, Suo Mo would have less than half of his martial arts left.
Because he was worried about Lan Ling and the foreign army's casualties, Suo Mo didn't have time to rest. After demonization ended and he entered a weakened state, he lay down for less than 15 minutes before he got up. He supported his painful and weak body to visit Lan Ling, visit his injured brothers, and listen to the foreign army's casualties.
One hundred and fifty-three people died and sixty-two were injured!
This number had far exceeded Suo Mo's imagination. According to his previous estimates, the number of casualties should be twice that.
"It's all thanks to Lan Ling!" Lei Tong, the centurion of the cavalry unit, said in shock, "If not for him, at least 70% of our 800 foreign soldiers would have died, and the defensive line would have definitely been breached."
Suo Mo nodded because the Wildhorse tribe's main attack today was the foreign army's defensive line.
When he and Du Yan were entangled, it could be said that Lan Ling had relied on his own strength to turn the tide and defend the entire defensive line.
Next, Lei Tong said, "Great Leader, are you planning to let Lan Ling take over your position and take charge of our foreign army?"
Suo Mo nodded without any hesitation.
Now, he no longer had any doubts. Compared to Du Yan, Lan Ling was a more suitable leader.
Lei Tong said in a low voice, "You're really far-sighted. I don't know what other people think, but in my heart, although Lan Ling's martial arts are much weaker than Leader Du Yan's, I feel that he's more suitable to be the foreign army's Great Leader. I'm more willing to follow behind him and risk my life!"
Just a single battle had completely changed Lei Tong's thoughts.
Suo Mo couldn't help but sigh. Lan Ling had such a strong charisma. He was like a flame in the darkness, crazy, blazing, and bright. Many people couldn't help but follow and pledge their loyalty to him.
…
Four hours later, Lan Ling was still unconscious while Suo Mo was guarding him!
At this moment, a tribal warrior suddenly walked into the tent. His face was filled with arrogance. This was Chief Constantine's trusted warrior.
"Chief wants to see Lan Ling. Head there immediately!"
Suo Mo said, "He's still very weak. I'll let him pay a visit to Chief after he wakes up."
"No, go now," Constantine's trusted warrior said resolutely.
Suo Mo's face twitched, and he was about to chase him away.
At this moment, Lan Ling opened his eyes and said to Suo Mo, "Uncle, how are you feeling? Why aren't you resting? "
"I'm fine. You should sleep a bit more and recover your mental strength. I'll go see Chief," Suo Mo said.
Lan Ling shook his head and said, "I'd better go. The matter should be very important."
Suo Mo was very righteous and brave, but he was also very smart. He easily understood Lan Ling's unspoken words. He patted Lan Ling's shoulder and said, "At any time, you must use your ideals as the highest standard. Therefore, no matter what choice you make, I will understand and support it. At any time, I'm your uncle, and I'll always stand by your side. "
"I know!" Lan Ling said, "Thank you, Uncle!"
Then, Lan Ling got up, patted his head that was about to explode, and followed the tribal warrior to Constantine's tent.
When Du Yan saw this scene, his eyes widened and were filled with bone-deep hatred!
After the battle ended, he felt that he was definitely the most meritorious person in this battle. Not only was he the most meritorious, but he had also killed the Wildhorse Tribe's young chief.
Therefore, Ninian was destined to be his.
Therefore, he had been floating in the air for the past few hours. He was nervous and excited, looking forward to the accelerated time and the completion of the calculation of the meritorious points.
That way, he would be able to truly enjoy the glory that belonged to him.
Most importantly, Chief Constantine had promised that the one with the most meritorious points would marry Ninian.
The chief definitely wouldn't go back on his word after making such a vow in front of so many people.
He was finally going to get his wish. He was finally going to marry the tribe's number one beauty.
The glory belonged to him, the beauty belonged to him, and power belonged to him!
Therefore, after the battle ended, Du Yan hastily went to visit his foster father, Suo Mo, and impatiently waited for Chief Constantine to receive him. His gaze was constantly fixed on Chief Constantine's tent.
However, the first person to be summoned into the chief's tent was not Du Yan, but Lan Ling!
To Du Yan, this was like a bolt from the blue. His entire body was ice-cold, and he almost couldn't believe his eyes.
…
As soon as he stepped into the chief's tent, Lan Ling felt Constantine's enthusiasm that was like a volcano.
He quickly went forward to grab Lan Ling's hand and patted it heavily. "How are you feeling? Does your head hurt? Why don't you have a good sleep in my tent? I'll get Nini to light some good incense to help you sleep? "
Constantine's attitude was completely different from before.
Previously, he had treated Lan Ling with a bone-chilling coldness like winter.
But now, it was as warm as spring.
"There's no need. I've already rested enough. Thank you for your concern, Chief," Lan Ling said against his will. He was still very familiar with this kind of hypocritical civility.
Constantine said, "Before the battle, I promised many times that if the final victor of this battle for the Chimera Tribe's fate, I would marry my daughter, Ninian, to the person who obtained the most meritorious service. I'm a person who keeps his word! "
Lan Ling smiled inwardly. The highlight was here!
Constantine stared at him with a passionate gaze. "Lan Ling, are you willing to marry my most beloved daughter, Ninian?"
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