Chapter 602 - 600: That Is... Hilia!

"You say you can..."

"Yes, I can help everyone in the entire town in one go, performing purification work for everyone. Although I can’t completely purify, I can provide some resistance against the pollution, at least for a month, so there’s no need to worry about the effects of excessive pollution."

As she spoke, Hilia paused and added, "However, it only applies to ordinary people and ordinary Tier One Mages. If it exceeds Tier One, the effect won’t be as noticeable."

Lord Ocam’s face was serious, "If Miss Xiluo can help us purify, you will be a friend of Mandela Town forever. I will represent Mandela Town and offer you a handsome reward."

Hilia didn’t mind, she simply said, "Perhaps you don’t quite believe it, you can first get a group of people over, preferably those who are seriously ill."

Ocam shook his head, "No need, you are from Ista, that’s enough, I believe you can do it."

Hilia was taken aback, "What do you mean?"

Now it was Ocam’s turn to be surprised, "Don’t you know? At the border of Ista and our Elf Race, your Holy Court is purifying the pollution."

"Oh, you mean them."

Hilia suddenly realized and immediately understood why Ocam suddenly had faith in her abilities.

It turned out they had heard of the ease with which Benovia and the Law Enforcement Knight Order had purified the pollution on the Ista border.

In the past, they might have scoffed, thinking it was no big deal, as the Elf Royal Court could also purify.

But now, the Elf Royal Court was ineffective, unable to control the pollution, and even allowed it to leak out, spreading to the entire Elf Race.

At first, Ocam had great faith in the Elf Royal Court, but for so many days, he hadn’t received any news from the Elf Royal Court, not even able to contact the Elf Royal City, as if the Elf Royal City had turned into a dead city.

Meanwhile, the news came from the Ista border that the pollution which even had the Elf Royal Court at their wits’ end was easily resolved, stopping the pollution right at the Ista border.

This news quickly changed Ocam’s mindset.

He was extremely eager for the people of Ista to enter the Elf Race and come to help them purify the pollution.

However, such matters could only remain a secret desire, quietly envied, and could not be openly discussed.

But now, a Holy Mage from Ista stated she wanted to help them.

No matter if she truly came from Ista or not, the captain who brought her and the guard soldiers had already confirmed that her magic could indeed purify the pollution with ease. That was enough.

As for what purpose brought her over to help suddenly, Ocam did not know, and even if he did, he would pretend not to know.

What? She might be an ’agent’ sent by Ista?

He didn’t comprehend that.

All he knew was that whoever could save people was the greatest doctor.

"Miss Xiluo, how can I assist you?" Ocam asked enthusiastically.

He was nearly driven mad by the pollution.

As the lord, in theory, all matters within the territory belonged to him, but due to the pollution, everyone was forced into hiding, unable to produce, and everything was at a standstill. The risks of riots and financial collapse had emerged, and if not resolved soon, Ocam felt that the legacy left by his ancestors would end under his watch.

"I need you to send everyone over in batches. Does your town have any large square? If so, send them to the large square."

Hilia held up three fingers: "I can only stay here for two days, and the day after tomorrow, I have to leave. There are many other towns waiting for me."

Ocam quickly nodded: "Understood, I will make arrangements immediately."

The situation was special now, and he had long since enacted wartime policies; all Elf Mages had been temporarily requisitioned to maintain the peace of the entire town. These wartime policies were much more efficient than usual.

Upon hearing that someone could save them, nobody would procrastinate.

After all, there were only two days.

Very soon, Ocam made quick arrangements, rallying people by district, spreading the word in batches.

Hilia followed Ocam to the large square in Mandela Town, hearing the mage’s announcement outside.

Shortly after, a few scattered individuals began appearing nearby.

The first group didn’t have many people. Even though the lord called people to spread the word, going out remained a fearsome task for them.

Only those deeply afflicted by pollution, at the brink of losing their sanity, dared to step out.

Hilia didn’t mind.

She gives herself a makeover, putting on a veil, exposing only her eyes.

Then, she took out the Magic Staff, slowly floating into the air over the entire square.

The Magic Staff emitted a strong glow of the Purification Skill, accompanied by Hilia’s micro-level Mage’s Hand manipulation.

The Mage’s Hand turned into thousands of strands, carrying the Purification Skill into the bodies of the few hundred people from the first group.

Hardwin was among the crowd.

He was in a daze, on the brink of expiration.

He thought he had been killed by friends, but it wasn’t the case. The Elf Guard had rushed in, separating him from his friends, and luckily, he was rescued by a traveling Priest visiting the Elf Race. Although still dazed and at the brink of losing sanity, at least he was still breathing.

Pollution would cause ordinary people to quickly lose sanity but wouldn’t directly kill. After losing sanity, pollution would slowly invade the entire body until it was completely absorbed, turning into a creature that acts only on instinct, and that was the true death.

Those who died during this time were either killed before the Elf Guard could intervene or the elderly whose bodies were too weak to resist and succumbed before being completely polluted.

Hardwin was young, able to withstand.

At this moment, he still felt muddled, with hands tied, escorted by the Elf Guard.

Then, he felt a holy hand reach down from the chaos, pulling his soul from the turmoil.

The muddled state slowly faded. He raised his head, staring coldly at the sky.

Feeling his body gradually recovering, he quickly understood everything.

"It’s the Mage Lord in the sky who saved me, no, saved us."

He raised his head, excitedly looking at the floating figure ahead.

Suddenly, the Magic Staff of the masked female mage caught his attention, seeming familiar.

Thinking of something, he opened his bracelet, looking through his saved images.

Comparing carefully, he showed an expression of joy.

"It’s Miss Hilia!"

His voice drew the attention of those around him enjoying the light of Purification Skill.

Around were the first batch of people, humans rescued by the Elf Guard, most of whom were people close to Ista, implying mostly people from Ista.

"It must be Miss Ista," Hardwin said excitedly, "ever since she participated in the Mage League last year, I’ve been her fan. I remember the Magic Staff she uses!"

He shared the projection of his collection from the bracelet, showing everyone.

"What?"

The crowd exclaimed.