The journey of a woman, the story of a man, the wind and snow are filled with smoke and dust, the earth is covered with silver, the wheels are rolling, and the sky leaves long traces of ruts.

Xia Lan leaned against the bed, her eyes calmly staring at the slowly falling snowflakes outside the window. The pain in her chest made him unable to help coughing a few times. Little red blood sprayed on the white quilt, as if it was dotted with gorgeous roses.

To this day, he still can't forget the sword, and Bai Xize's almost fatal sword penetrated his chest.

It has been a long time since he felt the feeling of death so near, and that sword brought memories that he did not want to face again in his mind.

The life value was hovering in a serious injury state and could not rise for a long time. Even the powerful therapeutic potion specially prepared by Earl Heather, it would be difficult to recover from his physical injuries.

The destructive power of the peak warrior is beyond imagination, especially the domineering airflow carried by the sword when the long sword penetrates his chest, which greatly damaged the internal organizational structure of the body. If Xia Lan had not relied on the forced suppression of the airflow in her body, otherwise, once the airflow on the opponent's sword was detonated, his fate would be no different from that of Devite.

If you think about it carefully, death often passes by in an instant.

Losing the most important battlefield commander, Viscount Frant's army soon began to show signs of defeat under the wave of attacks of Earl Heather. If it were not for the safety of the overall situation, Baixize would not have given up the opportunity to kill Xia Lan and simply evacuated decisively.

Almost a little bit.

Assuming that Xia Lan could delay the delay of Baixize for another ten minutes, judging by the ever-changing situation on the battlefield, Viscount Frant would inevitably be defeated by Count Heather. At that time, even if Baixize returned to help in time, he would be unable to make up for the situation.

However, there are no assumptions.

In fact, Count Heather did win a long-lost victory. However, this victory did not completely defeat Viscount Frant.

After gathering the soldiers and preparing for war, Viscount Frant quickly regrouped, especially after Xia Lan was seriously injured and Count Heather lost his most important support, Viscount Frant seemed to have seen the dawn of victory. When the war was about to break out again, he expected that the arrival of a blizzard would disrupt the rhythm of war between the two sides.

Considering the influence of the weather, the war temporarily fell into a truce of low tide.

The slight heaviness of his eyelids made Xia Lan close his eyes sleepily. The weak body caused by the injury also made his spirit weak. He has not been as fragile and powerless as he is now for a long time. He would feel the severe pain of his chest tearing just by struggling to sit up.

At this time, a crisp knock came from the bedroom door. After a while, the door handle twisted, and Earl Heather pushed open the door and walked in slowly.

Earl Heather, who was covered in frost, still had a straight waist and a vicissitudes of majesty on his vicissitudes of life, came to Xia Lan's bedside. Earl Heather stared at the view of snowflakes flying outside the window, and after a long time, he sighed.

"Based on our estimates, the blizzard will end in three days at the latest."

"Is the war going to start again?" Xia Lan said calmly, with her eyes closed.

"Yes." Earl Heather said quietly.

"Are you worried?" Xia Lan asked.

"Because I'm no longer sure I can defeat the other party successfully like the last time!" Earl Heather said with a wry smile.

"Sorry!" Xia Lan said silent for a while.

"No need to say sorry, you did a good job last time, but I didn't seize the opportunity to completely defeat the opponent in one fell swoop, so Viscount Frant had a chance to breathe." Earl Heather waved his hand.

"I'm afraid I will find it difficult to help you in the next war." Xia Lan said.

"I know, Callen told me that it will take at least three months for your injury to recover." Earl Heather sighed.

Karlren, the senior pharmacist loyal to Count Heather, was the potion he made that successfully suppressed Xia Lan's constant and severe physical injuries.

As a professional in this field, his diagnosis and treatment judgment is naturally unquestionable.

"Is there no way?" Xia Lan said calmly.

"Unless I have a life essence on my hand." Earl Heather mocked himself. "It's a pity that I don't."

"Understand." Xia Lan said.

"Maybe it's thankful that Overled successfully killed the invading Viscount Duda in Togrado. Once his support comes, we still have a chance to win the war!" Earl Heather said with a gratitude.

"You plan to rely on the advantage of military strength to solve the threat of high-end force?" Xia Lan said.

"This is our only advantage." Earl of Heather said.

"Be careful of assassination."

Suddenly, Xia Lan opened her eyes.

Earl Heather's expression suddenly said extremely solemnly: "According to my understanding of Viscount Frant, he will never let Baisize take the risk of assassinating me."

"Yes, if he loses Baixize, he will have nothing, and he really dare not take risks." Xia Lan said. "But there is another person under his command."

"Buggins?" Earl Heather said with half-squinted eyes.

"Maybe I thought of a plan that can turn defeat into victory," Xia Lan said.

"I thought of it too." Earl Heather and Xia Lan looked at each other.

"Now all we need to do is wait." Xia Lan said in a cold voice: "No, there should be another important thing that needs to be prepared."

"I will be ready." Earl Heather sneered as if thinking.

"Where is she?" Xia Lan asked.

"Dialda!" said Count Heather.

"I didn't expect that Bukins was not guarding her." Xia Lan said unexpectedly.

"Haha--it's thanks to your methods at that time." Earl Heather chuckled and said, "Although the poison you planted in her was cleared when Diorda, the serious illness caused by your period of escaping her made her extremely weak. It was impossible for the Frant army to take her as a burden when they set out to fight. Even Bukins would not do it unless they all wanted her to die."

"So our opportunity is here." Xia Lan said.

"Are you sure to deal with him with your current physical condition?" Earl Heather suddenly said worried.

"I need Kallen to make a potion that temporarily relieves pain and compresses injuries," Xia Lan said.

"No problem?" asked Count Heather.

"No problem, because I am not on the same level as him." Xia Lan said with a cold light in her eyes: "The gap is always a gap, and no situation can change this."

After being promoted to the middle level with the help of the essence of life, Xia Lan thought that with the skill abilities granted by the system, she could not lose her disadvantage when facing Bai Xize, at least she could ensure her life without worries.

But he was wrong, he was outrageously wrong!

As a result, the sword that pierced his chest almost killed him.

He once relied on the system's skills to overcome his enemies, and his self-confidence began to expand, but Bai Xize's sword made him deeply realize that the existence of the gap is never able to be compensated by external forces.

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