At the unfamiliar term, Liu Zhi couldn't help frowning. He had already surpassed the extraordinary level; going by rank, he should be Legendary by now.
But he could tell that the man wasn't talking about levels when he said "extraordinary." He meant something else.
While Liu Zhi remained silent, another man said, "He's not extraordinary. He has no divine blessing, nor any sign of other powers. He doesn't even smell of potions. He's not extraordinary."
Liu Zhi had to ask, "Excuse me, what does 'extraordinary' mean?"
But no one answered him. Most of them had gone to collect the bodies, and none of them wanted to bother with Liu Zhi.
Seeing this, Liu Zhi thought for a moment, then said, "I saw the Valkyries come by earlier. They didn't take a single soul with them."
At his words, everyone turned to look at him. Their eyes held a trace of grief and indignation.
One of the young men asked angrily, "Why? We fought to the death. Why aren't we worthy of Valhalla?"
Liu Zhi was about to say something, but a man behind him spoke first. "Forget it. Times have changed. If you're not extraordinary, you can't enter Valhalla."
"May I ask what 'extraordinary' means?"
This time, someone finally answered Liu Zhi. The man at the head of the group said, "You must be a remnant from an ancient age. Come in and have a drink."
As he spoke, the man pushed open the door of a burning tavern. Ignoring the flames, he dragged two barrels of wine out and set them on the ground.
The other men gathered around, too, taking cups and sharing out the wine.
The man at the head of the group said, "My name is Tura. I'm the village chief and the village's greatest warrior.