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The Elf city you restarted?”
“Are you saying you can heal the injury on the captain’s face?”
Yeshandalah and Fan Ruina asked in unison, albeit focusing on different things.
Compared to Yeshandalah herself, Fan Ruina was more concerned about the healing of her injuries, feeling guilty for the harm she caused.
In his previous life, when Gaven t her, her important task was to find a way to heal Yeshandalah’s injuries.
That is to say, this plague was much more troubleso than imagined, and even after they had overthrown the Necromancer regi of Efanso, they still could not find a cure.
As for whether the other party would rather die than surrender or simply hadn’t managed to concoct a corresponding antidote, that was unknown.
Gaven didn’t hide any information, sharing the intelligence he had, “When we reclaid snoel, we fought against the Decay Fallen God’s servitors.
They used the Mystlock Locks of snoel to create a Magic Plague called Necrotic Plague.
The situation is very similar to the magic toxin injury on the lady’s body, also long-term and difficult to eradicate.
I sensed the aura of corruption and negative energy in your wound.
Therefore, I have reason to suspect, in the production of the plague, Arms borrowed the power of the Decay Fallen God, rging it with the negative energy commonly used by the Undead, creating a new kind of plague.”
Gaven was not an expert in infectious diseases, but he was quite versed in the use of negative energy, partly due to the Half-Moon Colt, which provided him a deeper understanding of Corruption Power.
Upon encountering such things, he didn’t look at the surface but analyzed the essence of the plague layer by layer.
The core of the Magic Plague is energy, a continuous supply of energy is what makes it extrely troubleso and impossible to eradicate.
As long as the energy supply line is cut off, relying on the powerful self-healing abilities of professionals, self-healing is only a matter of ti.
Yeshandalah readily agreed, “Great, this is an opportunity to see what the legendary snoel really looks like.
Considering the current composition of the Conqueror Army, this is sothing to look forward to.”
“Captain…” this ti, it was Fan Ruina who was worried.
After all, the attitude Gaven and his people were ambiguous, making contact with Grace prior to their eting with them.
What if this was a trap they had set together?
“If the Conqueror himself really wanted to deal with us, would he need to bother with such complication?” Yeshandalah stated the facts with a calm expression, “With our strength, we wouldn’t be able to walk out of the tent alive.”
She was always accurate at reading people, especially in this regard.
It wasn’t exactly a Special Ability, rather it felt like an innate talent, a bit like the Bard’s intuitive understanding of the way.
In this tent, the most powerful one was Gaven, seated in the main seat, despite having the lowest Professional Level.
Sotis, what eyes see are not necessarily true.
Like Gaven’s youthful appearance, or his low Professional Level, maybe all just a disguise to lure enemies into attacking, facilitating their elimination.
From the beginning, Yeshandalah was convinced that everything Gaven displayed was a facade.
Although she was not entirely right, she was not completely wrong either.
The situation was far more complex than Yeshandalah imagined.
As soon as Yeshandalah and her group nodded in agreent, the next second, they appeared outside the Mystlock Locks of snoel.
The Mystlock Locks of snoel naturally had the ability to prevent teleportation, except for Gaven who used the Tower of Dominion Teleportation to directly teleport outside the Tower of Dominion.
For anyone else targeting snoel for teleportation, they would end up outside the Mystlock Locks, including Veranika.
Gaven had the authority to allow Veranika’s teleportation to directly reach the Tower of Dominion, but he wouldn’t grant such access casually.
This wasn’t about trust; it was purely for the safety of the city.
Even the most trusted people could betray, not to ntion, those granted this access might face difficult choices—for instance, their own life or the lives of their closest friends and family in the hands of an enemy.
The simplest thod was to prevent such scenarios altogether.
“What a beautiful city!
Such tall trees!” Yeshandalah couldn’t help but express genuine admiration.
The current snoel showed no signs of the havoc wreaked by the Moando Servants in the past.
The surrounding Dark Woods, a priority for removal, had all been cleared and brought within snoel for Five-Willow to process into Dark Wood, so of which was used to build carriages; the majority was stockpiled in the Tower of Dominion, filling several floors.
But the Tower of Dominion was high enough, with plenty of floors, and over eighty percent of the rooms were still empty.
The cleared area was mainly concentrated on the north side of snoel, about three kiloters wide and five kiloters long.
After clearing, Gaven wouldn’t leave it barren but converted it all to farmland, planting various fruits and vegetables, creating a farm wrapped by the forest, sufficient for the not overly populous snoel to be self-sufficient.
The trees that earned Yeshandalah’s praise were two towering barrier trees, each standing over a hundred ters tall, like two guards stationed at the gates of snoel.
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