Chapter 625 - 623: The Final Counterattack

"Are they treating the Recovery Temple as their last lifeline?"

Hilia watched the withered members secretly heading to the Recovery Temple, feeling a bit confused.

"What exactly is the relationship between this Recovery Temple and the Elf Royal Court?"

Could it be that the Elf Race has already been controlled by the Recovery Temple?

Hilia shook her head, thinking her idea was a bit far-fetched.

It’s unlikely they’ve been controlled by the Recovery Temple.

Hilia felt that, given the current situation of the Recovery Temple, they were most likely the culprits of releasing pollution.

Yet the Elf Race still treats the disaster-causing place as a treasure, taking people there for help whenever there’s a life-threatening situation.

"Perhaps there’s some kind of collaboration, like bringing the life elements of the Holy Tree to the Recovery Temple, and then the Recovery Temple helps heal the injured."

Hilia thought.

This operation was much faster than when they sent Lana and the others to the Recovery Temple before, because time waits for no one.

By now, only four Tier Five and one Tier Six withered members were still alive, the ones stationed within the Holy Tree.

In addition, there were Tier Five Mages from elsewhere, along with some resilient Tier Fours.

They hurried over as well.

Being away from the Holy Tree, the mages from other places dissipated much slower than those in the Holy Tree area.

When they all arrived outside the Recovery Temple, Hilia could see the Tier Four mages from other places were all in sorry states.

In the end, about thirty people walked into the Recovery Temple together, asking for the help of Ze Lishalin, the master of the Recovery Temple. The Elf King did not follow, as he had many matters to handle, he only sent Louis to keep an eye on things.

Ze Lishalin was also interested in the situation, but after examining, she shook her head: "I’m sorry, we cannot heal them."

Disola noticed the odd expression on Ze Lishalin’s face and couldn’t help but ask, "It seems like Lady Ze Lishalin might know something?"

Ze Lishalin said, "It’s not that I know anything, it’s just that the force acting on the Holy Tree is beyond our ability to solve, unless you allow us to study the Holy Tree, maybe there’s a chance to figure it out."

Without needing the Elf King’s consultation, Louis shook his head, refusing Ze Lishalin’s suggestion.

What a joke, the Holy Tree’s importance far surpasses that of the withered ones.

If you let the Recovery Temple study the Holy Tree, the Elf Race might as well change their surname to Recovery Temple.

Neither Disola nor the many elves who came along accepted this proposal.

They were not ordinary elves, all were professionally trained assassins, deeply loyal to the Elf King and the Holy Tree. Even if the Holy Tree was retracting their powers now, they wouldn’t entertain any rebellious thoughts against it.

Ze Lishalin shook her head: "Then there’s nothing we can do, sorry. The Recovery Temple has also been busy with the pollution problem lately, we lack the capacity to help you resolve this issue. At most, I can only help prolong your lives a bit more."

Louis replied, "Alright then, living a little longer is better than nothing."

Ze Lishalin nodded, casting a somewhat disdainful glance at all the withered members.

These beings did not have the life force from the Holy Tree and the Elf Forest, only the withering power filled with death. Maybe the Dusk Sect would like them, but she certainly didn’t.

"Tsk, if not for the agreement with the Elf Race, I wouldn’t waste power to extend your lives."

Hilia was still watching, and seeing Ze Lishalin extending the others’ lives, she couldn’t help but ask, "Lord Rose, is there still hope for them?"

Rose came over for a look and replied casually, "No hope, at most prolong a few hours, when the time is up, they still have to die, unless someone refines the Holy Tree."

"Refine?"

"To fully control the Holy Tree as a magic puppet, only then can they be saved."

"What if someone can control the Holy Tree?"

Hilia presented a hypothesis.

Rose smiled faintly: "Of course it’s possible, as it stands, besides the Elf God, someone else has the chance to control the Holy Tree."

"Who?"

"Your elf friend, Elina."

"Oh, her."

Hilia realized and wasn’t surprised.

"You can think of others’ promises as a flag, but you can fully trust what I say," Rose said with a light smile.

Hilia didn’t know what flag meant, but still nodded.

While paying attention to the situation, Hilia was also healing herself.

The withering power was slowly being stripped away by the expulsion of life elements, clearing it from her body.

Hilia ensured she could be completely healed before all the withered members faded away.

"Now I must consider something, the Elf King might send someone to assassinate me... no, the withered ones, their secret weapon, can’t even protect themselves, the Elf King might not have anyone to use, right? Surely she won’t come herself?" Hilia muttered.

Rose laughed, "Check to see if anyone among those returning is missing?"

Hilia was startled, quickly looking at the people returning from the Recovery Temple.

A moment later, she exclaimed in surprise, "The Tier Six withered member is missing? When did this happen, how did I not notice?"

"A Tier Six assassin is not someone you can easily detect."

Rose replied with mild exasperation.

Hilia couldn’t help but start worrying.

"Doesn’t that mean there’s no hope for me, a Tier Six... even if it’s a Tier Six stripped of power, I should find it hard to escape, especially against a Shadow Mage skilled in assassination."

Rose nodded: "Generally speaking, yes, you can’t withstand it, but there’s someone who can."

"Is it Lord Rose?" Hilia blinked.

"No, there’s no need for me to intervene." Rose looked at Hilia and suddenly smiled: "Haven’t you thought about why the Holy Court hasn’t reacted while you’ve been purifying within the Elf Race for so long?"

Hilia said, "I have thought about it, but apart from contacting me at first, they’ve seldom kept in touch afterward, as if letting me act willfully. How would I know what plans they have in place."

Hilia felt that she should have no connection with politics for the rest of her life since her thinking rarely involved considering the bigger picture.

"Just focus on recovering. As for the Tier Six Mage, you don’t need to worry, someone will block him for you."

"Is that so, I wonder who the Holy Court sent to protect me? I’m just a mere Tier Four, surely they wouldn’t send the Archbishop to protect me?"

...

Outside Watch City.

Melina sat on a tree, reading intelligence reports from within Ista.

"Interesting, the withered encountered issues shortly after attempting to assassinate Hilia, that’s the consequence of harboring ill intentions towards Hilia!"

Melina watched the intelligence with great interest.

"What a miraculous way to die, suddenly turning into light particles and dissipating without a trace, some withered even died mid-task, leaving their opponent dumbfounded, amusing."

"Did Disola leave? Hmm, heading in the direction of Watch City, seems related to Hilia indeed, are they trying to kill Hilia before they die?"

Melina slowly stood up.

"Do you really think this time you’ll succeed?"