Maggie rubbed her head, remembering that she had just been with Nesser, and in the blink of an eye she was in another place. It seemed she was dreaming again.
She's gotten used to it now; it's not unusual for her to dream about traveling back in time now and then...bullshit!
Who would treat a good person like this, struggling to survive during the day and having to work at night? Are they really using her like an ox or a horse? Damn God!
Maggie had an urge to give the middle finger to the sky, but after looking at the forest god in front of her, she restrained herself.
Maggie looked around and found that she was not on the elven altar this time, but in a clearing in a forest, with Harlanther beside her.
She vaguely discerned a pattern: in her dreams, she was likely to appear not far from a certain god, though the underlying principle remained unknown.
"How is the Elf Mother Tree?"
Maggie looked towards the sky and could only vaguely see the outline of an elven mother tree, unable to discern its exact form. She then looked away and asked Harlanther.
Harlanser simply smiled at her, feigning ease, seemingly not intending to say anything more to her.
"fine."
Maggie keenly noticed that Harlanthall seemed to be in worse shape than when she last saw him.
The black cracks formed by the corrupting power had spread to his cheeks, contrasting sharply with his snow-white skin.
It's like a porcelain doll that's been smashed and then barely managed to be glued back together with black clay.
It looks like he's been exposed to a lot of pollution again.
"How many days has it been since I last came here?"
Maggie frowned slightly, a sense of foreboding creeping into her heart, and she asked again.
Because of the excessive decline of the Elf Mother Tree, most of the elves are recuperating from illness and injury, and some have even lost consciousness and are in a coma.
As the Elf King, Haransel naturally wouldn't bother his people, so he hadn't spoken to anyone since Maggie left.
"About... half a month? I thought you wouldn't show up again."
He wasn't quite sure about the time either, as his attention was focused on the Elf Mother Tree every day, and the flow of time in the outside world was completely unimportant to him.
Upon hearing this time, Maggie frowned even more. A full half month had passed, and the Forest God still hadn't set off to participate in the divine war.
The Elf Mother Tree showed no signs of improvement. Could it be that her judgment was wrong?
But history should be very difficult to change.
Otherwise, how could the Elf race still exist in the future she lives in?
As Maggie pondered, Harlanser was also watching her.
Harlanser actually had an inexplicable fondness for this human who appeared and disappeared inexplicably.
Although she seemed a bit suspicious, she didn't appear to be a bad person. He couldn't sense any malice from her, and she would talk to him and genuinely help him share and solve his troubles.
Why aren't you saying anything?
Seeing that Maggie remained silent, Harlanser walked over to her and tilted his head to ask.
Even the vines around his neck stretched out two branches, gently poking Maggie's cheek, trying to bring her back to consciousness.
The touch on her face brought Maggie back to her senses. She glanced at Harlanser's wide robes, then suddenly reached out and precisely grabbed his arm.
She wanted to check again to see just how serious the contamination was on Harlansel's body.
Unexpectedly, the moment the two made contact, the magic within their bodies began to flow into each other.
Magic from the same source can resonate to a certain extent, but it cannot flow directly.
But perhaps because of the Elven Mother Tree, Maggie and Haransel share the same source of magic, which easily creates a unique closed loop pathway.
In an instant, Maggie could feel the corrupted power emanating from Harlanthal entering her body.
"!"
Harlanser clearly sensed it too; a look of shock flashed in his eyes, and he instinctively tried to shake off Maggie's hand.
The corrupting power from the Mother Tree of Elves is exceptionally terrifying; ordinary elves who absorb even a tiny amount will fall ill for a long time and may never recover.
Maggie was just an ordinary human being. Even he, who possessed a divine status, could not withstand the corrupt power, so how could he allow Maggie to absorb it?
She might even die and wither as a result.
This is something Harlancel absolutely does not want to see.
This was originally an internal problem of the Elven race; how could it involve ordinary humans?
Maggie, however, showed no intention of letting go. She even glanced at him with a lukewarm look and spoke in a slightly fierce tone.
His gaze was like that of a teacher scolding a disobedient student.
"Don't move."
For some reason, Harlanthal was actually intimidated by Maggie's eyes and tone. The elf froze and forgot to pull his hand back.
Strangely enough, he, an elven king with divine status, was so frightened by the words and expressions of an ordinary human that he dared not move.
By the time he realized what was happening and tried to jump away, Maggie had already let go of his arm, looking thoughtful.
Harlanser stood frozen in place, as if he couldn't believe that his reaction just now had been so embarrassing.
When I was pulling him just now, I discovered that the pollutants couldn't stay in her body after entering.
It will turn into black mist and dissipate from the top of her head.
Her current state is very special. No matter what external forces do, they cannot affect or change her. Whether good or bad things enter her body, she will recover instantly and be expelled from her body just like before.
After she absorbed the tainted power, the black crack on a piece of Harlanser's skin began to slowly disappear, as if it had been erased by an eraser.
Although she didn't know when she acquired the wood-type magic talent, it was just right for her to communicate directly with the Elf Mother Tree, absorbing and expelling pollution.
Wouldn't that save the Mother Tree of Elves?
Having figured everything out, Maggie immediately relaxed and snapped her fingers coolly at Harlanthel.
"Come, come with me, I know how to save your Mother Tree."
Maggie was eager to prove her theory, and she left with lightning speed, leaving Harlanser with only a crisp and decisive back view.
Although it would be slightly impolite not to explain to Haransel, Maggie believed that the survival of the Elven Mother Tree was more important.
By the time Harlanser understood what Maggie meant, she had already run off to who knows how far away.
"???"
Harlanser was still in a daze, and Maggie hadn't explained anything to him, so he had no way of knowing what Maggie was thinking, which meant he had no idea where Maggie had come to her conclusion.
However, since it concerned the life and death of the Elven race, he subconsciously followed Maggie, and an indescribable expectation welled up in his heart once again.
Unfounded belief that Maggie is reliable.
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