Chapter 801

Su Xiao lay on the battlefield, surrounded by soldiers locked in mutual slaughter.

The sound of war drums grew increasingly urgent, and the Imperial Army's advantage began to become apparent, having already driven the Tribal Army down the stone slope.

Within the crowd of Imperial soldiers, several hundred soldiers clad in black armor were particularly conspicuous; they gathered together, forming a human wall within the crowd.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

The sound of dry coughing came from within the human wall. Legion Commander Carlos sat atop a corpse; every time he coughed, fresh blood surged from his mouth.

Beneath Carlos's backside was the corpse of a Troll. This Troll had blue skin all over, and even though it was dead, it was still radiating a chilling cold.

This Troll was the leader of the Troll race in the Black Earth War Zone; enemies called him the Troll Sage, while acquaintances called him Frost.

"Amust, consider yourself lucky to have escaped."

Carlos pressed one hand against the blood hole in his abdomen; no matter how one looked at it, this wound appeared to have been gored by a bull's horn.

Just ten minutes ago, the Tauren Amust, along with the Frost Troll, had engaged Carlos in battle. The result was one dead and two wounded; Amust had fled after having one of his horns severed.

"Are you alright?"

A female voice came from beside Carlos; it was an invisible Dark Elf.

"I'm fine. They think they can kill me with just the two of them? In the Black Earth War Zone, aside from Bert Dorn, no one else can take my life."

Carlos picked up the bull's horn from the ground.

"This thing is not bad. I remember your father and Amust have a grudge; after the war ends, give this thing to your father."

Carlos stuffed the large broken piece of horn into his bosom, then took out a glass bottle and looked at the air beside him, where an invisible Dark Elf was standing.

"The Goblin runt is truly calculating, going to such lengths to get this bottle of alchemical potion into your hands. Perhaps they were waiting for me to drink this thing when I was injured. No wonder the Troll Sage and Amust dared to come and kill me."

The potion in Carlos's hand slid to the ground. As it hit the ground, Carlos's combat boot stepped on it, crushing it with a *crack*.

"It was very expensive. Even if it can't be used, it could have been sold back to the Tribal Alliance. Most methods wouldn't be able to detect that there was a problem with this potion."

The Dark Elf spoke, her tone carrying a hint of reproach.

"Was this thing obtained from Dogra? It's no wonder; his childhood sweetheart was snatched away by another man, so it's normal for him to want to poison the other party."

Carlos lowered his eyelids, looking distractedly at the potion seeping into the soil.

"Dogra is dead."

The female Dark Elf spoke.

"What?"

Carlos was somewhat surprised.

"He died by my hand. And he was not my childhood sweetheart; that was merely his own personal thought. Children of the Dark Elf race all grow up together; if one followed his way of thinking, I would have at least a hundred childhood sweethearts."

The voice of that female Dark Elf—that is, the Dark Elf Princess—began to turn icy cold.

"Truly ruthless."

Carlos seemed to understand the saying "the most poisonous is a woman's heart." The rumors from the outside were correct; he indeed had an affair with the Dark Elf Princess.

"My dear, do you have an opinion?"

The Dark Elf Princess's voice was very gentle, yet Carlos could not feel any warmth.

"Let's not discuss this topic for now. The war situation is excellent; it won't be long before the Tribal Army collapses. When that happens, we must prepare to pursue them, at least to keep them far away from the Black Earth Fortress."

Carlos stood up and pulled out the knight's sword that had been thrust into the mud beside him. This knight's sword was at least a palm's width, very heavy, and had a sharp edge, making it very suitable for hacking at enemies.

The knight's sword's originally bright blade was somewhat reddish; this was a color that only appeared after hacking at enemies for a long time. By forcefully hacking the sword into enemies' bodies, over time, blood would seep into the blade due to repeated powerful impacts. Over the long term, this formed a blade that was both bright and faintly reddish.

If Carlos were to die in battle and others used this sword, if the user's willpower were not strong enough, they would very likely have their sanity affected by the blood energy within the sword. After all, Carlos had used this sword to kill enemies for nearly twenty years, and the number of Tribal Army soldiers who had died under this sword was countless.

"Occupying our Black Earth Fortress—you all should taste the flavor of being invaded as well."

Carlos looked toward the rear of the battlefield; from a great distance, he saw his adjutant standing at a high point directing the war situation.

"Luo Na is not bad; he is very suitable to succeed to the position of Legion Commander."

Carlos's words were shocking; one must know that he had only been serving as Legion Commander for a few days, yet he had already begun to consider the issue of a successor.

"Is it already... impossible to suppress?"

The Dark Elf Princess's voice was somewhat choked with sobs.

"You are not allowed to cry!"

Carlos let out a low roar, and a blood-red light emerged in his right eye. At this moment, Carlos looked like a demon from purgatory.

"Remember, even if I die, do not cry in front of my corpse."

The red light in Carlos's right eye faded, and his aura returned to normal. He turned and walked toward the rear of the Imperial Army.

*Drip, drip... *

Crystal-clear teardrops fell. The Dark Elf Princess's eyes were full of tears; she stared blankly at Carlos's back. This powerful man she loved was going to die, with at most three months left to live.

"There must be a way, there must be."

The Dark Elf Princess's red lips pursed; her beautiful appearance hid her ruthlessness. Sometimes, when a woman goes crazy, she is a very terrifying creature.

"Within two months, if that Goblin half-breed still can't think of a way, I will dismember him and bury him."

Nicholas Caesar, at the rear of the Imperial Army, did not yet know that a woman had set her sights on him. If he still couldn't think of a way to treat Carlos, this woman who was about to be widowed would be very crazy.

The women of the Dark Elf race had a characteristic: once they found someone they loved, there was no such thing as breaking up. In the perception of female Dark Elves, there was only being widowed, never breaking up. Beautiful flowers often have thorns, and female Dark Elves are even more ruthless; they come with a lifelong "binding" function. Want to unbind? Fine, go die; once dead, you are unbound.

Su Xiao stood up from the dense crowd of soldiers. At this moment, he was surrounded by Imperial soldiers charging forward; there was no longer any need to play dead.

He lowered his head to look at the wound on his chest. After suffering a severe piercing wound, the recovery power of the No. 1 potion manifested; the arm-thick blood hole had already stopped bleeding, and the hole was covered by a thin layer of flesh. It looked like it wouldn't be long before it could largely recover.

As for the internal organ injuries, the efficacy of the No. 1 potion in recovering internal organ injuries far exceeded that of recovering muscles and bones. Su Xiao's liver, which had been more than half pierced, had already begun to heal.

Su Xiao took a deep breath; his chest cavity still ached faintly, but fortunately, it was no longer a major issue. This was the benefit of having strong survivability.

If it came to comparing survivability, Su Xiao's survivability was not weaker than the main tank of an adventure group. Although he was not equipped with a shield, he had the Counter-Attack Shield.

If comparing the Stamina attribute, Su Xiao was not much lower than those main tanks. As for the amount of Health, although Health was digitized according to percentages, after calculations and summaries by numerous Qiyuezhe, there was a rough way to calculate Health.

Under normal circumstances, 1 point of Stamina attribute could increase Health by about 10–13 points. If comparing Health, Su Xiao might be higher than most main tanks.

The Spirit Shadow Constitution skill caused Su Xiao's mana storage method to change. Most Qiyuezhe's mana was stored in the brain, whereas Su Xiao was different; his mana was stored in body tissues such as blood, muscles, and bones throughout his body.

This special mana storage method caused his mana to have a nourishing effect on his Health. The Spirit Shadow Constitution skill caused Su Xiao's Health to increase significantly; the amount of increase was 30% of his total mana.

Su Xiao's current mana cap was 2610 points, increasing his Health by a full 783 points. With such an amount of Health, as long as he was not injured in a vital spot, let alone having his chest pierced, even if he were cut in half at the waist, he could persist for a long time.

Confronting enemies head-on was Su Xiao's consistent combat style, which required strong survivability to support.

The benefit of strong survivability manifested at this time. After resting for a moment, Su Xiao had already recovered some combat power. If Lanjue knew Su Xiao's current situation, he would definitely be so angry he would roll his eyes.

PS: (Went to drink with friends and got a bit tipsy. Although I had written it before leaving, I have to modify and check it before uploading, and in this state, it's clearly not possible. Just one chapter today; I will definitely do five chapters tomorrow. My dear readers, just consider today as two chapters of saved drafts. I really don't want to modify and check the chapter in this state.)