Chapter 36: Repeatedly Dancing on the Edge of Death
After reviewing the War Lord's attributes, Su Xiao let out a long breath. The War Lord title generally enhanced three aspects: march speed, the combat power of soldier-type units, and siege capabilities.
Leaving aside march speed, the Ancient War Beast in terms of siege was extremely powerful. As long as the morale of soldier-type units was strong enough and their numbers exceeded 400,000, almost nothing could stop the Ancient War Beast.
As for enhancing the combat power of soldiers, the increase in true attributes reached 20 points, health points increased by 45%, and all abilities were boosted by Lv.10.
Although the enhancement to technique-type abilities and ultimate abilities didn't reach Lv.10, that wasn't important. The strength of soldier-type units lay in their numbers. The current Wolf Cavalry didn't have technique-type abilities or ultimate abilities.
As a seven-star title, War Lord was terrifyingly powerful. It seemed that way, but in reality, it wasn't. It was indeed very strong in warfare, but in other aspects, it provided no bonus at all.
Before recruiting soldier-type units, the War Lord title provided zero bonus to Su Xiao. That was precisely why it was so powerful in warfare. Its advantages were extremely prominent, but its disadvantages were equally significant. The more extreme such a title was, the more astonishingly strong it became in certain areas.
Su Xiao equipped the War Lord title. A few seconds later, crackling sounds came from outside the room. The Grey Orcs, unaccustomed to their suddenly strengthened bodies, had broken nearby objects.
There was no uproar or mutual discussion. The Grey Orcs appeared brutal, but they vaguely guessed the reason for their sudden enhancement.
Having eaten and drunk their fill, some Grey Orcs entered their houses to rest, while others simply huddled together with their Dire Wolves and snored loudly.
Inside Crescent Fortress, the firelight was bright. Although they had enjoyed a good meal that evening, the Wolf Cavalry hadn't let their guard down. Patrol teams moved through every street, leaving no suspicious place unchecked.
At that moment, above a treehouse in the Aier Great Forest, an owl was looking around. Its lively eyes indicated it was a sentient creature.
A faint medicinal smell emanated from the treehouse. The faint glow of plants illuminated the interior, where a silver-haired girl lay on a bed, her body wrapped in bandages.
The silver-haired girl was Vinika. She had previously lost control due to the influence of blood energy, causing all her bones to break. Fortunately, she was now mostly healed, thanks to the supernatural power of "Dimoye."
The so-called Dimoye was a transliteration of the Elven language, written as "????????????," meaning Forest Goddess, Nature Spirit, Beast Speaker, and so on.
To become a Dimoye, one first needed an extremely strong natural affinity. All animals would be friendly to a Dimoye, except for evil-natured beasts.
The Dimoye inside the wooden house had an appearance similar to the Elven race. She had long green hair, and her clothes were made of plants. Being near her provided a natural healing effect.
"Respected Dimoye, is my sister out of danger?"
Zange, with his short silver hair, spoke. Hearing this, the Dimoye nodded and smiled at Zange. She could feel that the world was favoring the man before her.
"Vinika, what exactly did you see back then?"
The fat dwarf, holding a cup of fruit wine, looked at Vinika with a mischievous grin.
"You wouldn't want to know. It was... a nightmare. Don't make me recall bad things. I've already selectively forgotten."
Vinika spoke weakly, playing with her silver hair with her index finger, her gaze occasionally drifting.
"Rubbing salt into a wound prevents infection. That's Dwarven wisdom."
"Dwarves are truly 'learned.'"
"Heh~, learned occasionally."
The fat dwarf's self-deprecation brought smiles to the faces of the Dimoye and Zange. The red-haired woman, however, remained expressionless, her arms crossed, her rather ample figure drawing the fat dwarf's sidelong glance.
"Are you all... really going to fight the War Demon? That shouldn't be your responsibility. He is the enemy of the Six-Tribe Alliance."
The Dimoye spoke softly, secretly scrutinizing Zange.
"Precisely because of that, I choose to oppose him."
Zange's tone was firm.
"Is that so? In your mind, what evil deeds has he committed?"
"Invading the Northern Border, slaughtering the Elven race. Millions of Elves have died by his hand. Even if he didn't kill them personally, they died because of him. In all historical records, the Chaos Legion represents chaos and slaughter."
Zange clenched his fists. He had seen the captured fortresses, the fields of corpses, the blood staining the soil into mud. That scene was a vision of hell.
"Perhaps... you are right."
The Dimoye smiled. In her view, Zange's life experience was still too shallow. War was merely a matter of opposing stances. If the Chaos Legion were defeated, the scene there wouldn't be any better than the Elven side; it would be even more tragic. That would mean the annihilation of three races, with one race enslaved for eternity.
In the Dimoye's view, the War Demon represented the Chaos Legion. Both sides fought for territory, nothing more.
"Zange, did you know? The Dire Wolves are actually quite pitiful."
The Dimoye sighed. If there was a "green tea bitch" in this world, she was the top-tier kind. Even the Elf Queen was wary of her.
"What?"
Zange looked at the Dimoye in confusion, not understanding why she said the Dire Wolves were pitiful. Those Dire Wolves were helping the Grey Orcs kill.
"In truth, the Dire Wolves don't want to participate in the war. Their leader is imprisoned by the War Demon, so the Dire Wolves have no choice but to submit. They are all poor children."
"Is that... so?"
Zange nodded thoughtfully. He had previously wondered why the Dire Wolves had left the Northern Border.
"Just kill—"
"Just rescue the Dire Wolves' leader, and they can regain their freedom? Even help us fight the War Demon?!"
"Uh—"
The Dimoye's "kill" word was interrupted before it was fully spoken.
"That can be understood that way, but it's too late. Tomorrow, the War Demon's legion will attack the Aier Great Forest and annihilate the Elven race. Perhaps this is the fate of the Elves. If it is fate, I am willing to accept it."
The Dimoye's tone was calm, but everyone present could see the bitterness in her eyes. It was a look of longing for help, a look of hoping to be saved. One could only say that the green tea bitch's acting was impeccable.
"It's not too late."
Zange's tone was firm. He saw the bitterness in the Dimoye's eyes. He hadn't yet figured out how to deal with the War Demon, but he was prepared to stop tomorrow's war.
Through the Dimoye's narration, Zange learned a lot of information. For example, the leader of the Dire Wolves was a white-furred White Wolf, currently imprisoned inside Crescent Fortress.
"Be careful. Wear this gem, and you'll be able to understand the language of animals."
"I'll be careful."
Zange took his sister Vinika, the fat dwarf, and the red-haired woman. The four of them quickly left the treehouse and disappeared into the forest.
The Dimoye stood at the door of the treehouse, watching them leave. She raised her hand, and the owl on the roof landed on her arm. Her lips moved, and soon, the owl on her arm flew up, heading towards "Ailanyier City."
"That fruit... where exactly is it? Still in the Northern Border? Or has it already reached Duoyin? Betraying that person back then might have been the wrong choice."
The Dimoye looked at the silver moon in the sky. She was one of the few who had broken away from this world and reached the Viking Sea.