Chapter 97: The Solution to the Plague
“Miss Rebecca, will doing this eliminate the enemy’s plague?”
Maggie, drenched in sweat and fanning herself with a large leaf, asked Rebecca, who was lying on the ground, relieved.
“No, but for the enemy’s plague magic to take effect, the target must be a living body. If the villagers are no longer living bodies, it naturally won’t achieve the desired effect,” Rebecca turned her head, half-closing her eyes, and said to Maggie. “Maggie, this is a temporary measure. We still can’t eliminate the enemy’s plague magic; the pathogens it uses are still rampant within Keshel. But I believe this situation won’t last long. We will achieve a complete victory.”
“Are you talking about Mr. Abyss? What has he been doing lately? That woman outside has been calling him for ages, but he hasn’t moved. I went to see Mr. Abyss earlier; he was hiding in a corner facing the Sacred Tree. It felt quite eerie.”
“Don’t worry, Maggie. The mystery will soon be revealed,” Rebecca smiled mysteriously, closing her eyes again to rest.
Rebecca’s work was done, and she was utterly exhausted now.
Beside them lay many elf villagers – now stone statues, silent, showing no sign that they were once living elves.
This was Rebecca’s countermeasure against the enemy’s plague magic. Although specific cures could be continuously developed, Rebecca deduced that since the pathogen could mutate every three hours, the enemy could remotely force mutations. Continuing with the previous strategy would put them in a passive position, struggling futilely like cornered animals, merely delaying the inevitable.
Thus, Rebecca finally devised a solution. She developed a petrification potion. Feeding this potion to the villagers would temporarily freeze their life force, rapidly hardening their bodies until they became as hard as stone, yet not brittle. This essentially froze the villagers in time, preserving their current state. To ensure safety, Rebecca tested it on animals, confirming the petrification was completely reversible. Because the mechanism was magic-based, not chemical, it wouldn’t burden their bodies.
After she prepared the potion, the Druids quickly administered it to every villager. Although not entirely confident in Rebecca’s alchemy skills, they had no better alternative.
In fact, the villagers, already suffering immensely, were quite willing to drink the potion. It offered complete magical stasis, freeing them from pain and allowing them to wait until a solution was found. All villagers were quickly gathered into the inner area by the Druids to protect them from enemy attacks. They drank the potion in batches and fell into a deep sleep.
Therefore, Shor’s plague magic attack failed – the pathogens, under his command, mutated into a highly lethal new strain, but they couldn’t find viable hosts.
The Druids, constantly exposed to nature magic, had extremely strong resistance and couldn’t be infected. The villagers were petrified, all vital signs ceased, preventing the pathogens from wreaking havoc within their bodies.
Thus, the plague magic was rendered ineffective.
“What’s going on? Why isn’t my plague magic working anymore?” Shor checked again in shock. He finally confirmed that the plague he had unleashed was now completely useless!
The Iron Lily Vice-Commander, hearing this, became even angrier: “You idiot! Didn’t you say your plague magic would checkmate them, foolproof!”
“You dare curse me again, and I’ll slaughter all of you!” Shor, enraged and embarrassed, pointed at the Vice-Commander and roared. “How should I know what trick the enemy used? Where are your spies? Don’t they know anything? Aren’t you Iron Lilies just a bunch of trash too?”
“Our spies have all fallen in battle, and you have the nerve to say that? We should have never cooperated with you! Necromancers truly are all rotten!” The Vice-Commander wasn’t intimidated by Shor’s threat. He hadn’t become the Iron Lily Vice-Commander through flattery or tricks; he was a genuinely ruthless character. Why would he show fear towards a Necromancer he had only recently allied with?
“Stop arguing!” Fidia, annoyed by the bickering men, shrieked. “Senior Brother Shor! What happened!”
“How should I know what happened? My plague magic suddenly stopped working, as if all the villagers in Keshel vanished into thin air! Where did the Druids move them? Did they use a portal?”
“How could a portal transfer people on such a large scale? Don’t you know how unstable those things are?” Fidia frowned tightly. “I don’t know what trick they used. We only have Leona left as a bargaining chip. Senior Brother Shor, protect me, prevent Abyss from snatching her. I have a feeling he hasn’t responded for so long because he plans to take Leona back!”
“How is that possible?” Shor scoffed. “Leona is in our hands. If we want, she’ll bid farewell to that kid Abyss forever. Does he dare act rashly?”
“I have no concrete evidence, but I’m starting to feel uneasy…” Fidia whispered to Shor.
Leona, standing nearby, would have burst out laughing if she weren’t under control. Abyss hadn’t even moved, yet these two were already this nervous. Do people with complex minds really scare themselves so easily?
But what was Abyss doing now? Unable to contact him, Leona could only guess.
He definitely wanted to rescue her. The long delay meant Abyss was planning something big, a decisive move.
Leona recalled the magic incantation Abyss had insisted she memorize before leaving the Druid gathering.
It was a relatively simple spell; Leona had memorized it perfectly after repeating it two or three times. She didn’t know its purpose, nor did she have enough magic to cast it, but Abyss had told her it was for emergencies. When Leona suddenly gained enough magic, she was to repeat the incantation one hundred times.
Leona wondered when Abyss meant by “gaining enough magic,” but Abyss had told her she wouldn’t be happy if he revealed it beforehand, so he’d tell her when the time came.
That ABC, what kind of annoying plan, possibly offensive to her dignity as a princess, had he prepared?
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