Chapter 143: Things Are Getting Worse and Worse

This dandelion must have floated over not too long ago.

In its preserved memories, Xisha had just slaughtered the front line and was now advancing toward the rear ranks.

The “Seniors” Silitya mentioned referred to those Elven Mages who, during battle, chanted spells to awaken various plants in the Forest, launching attacks against the little girls.

If the actual effect of the archers’ arrow rain was like a mere scraping massage, then the effect of the Magician squad was just enough to make Xisha feel a bit annoyed—and that kind of annoyance was enough to unleash her rampage.

“So much blood spilled on the ground, no one could stop her. The Seniors fell one by one, and those targeted barely lasted a second.”

Silitya released her grip, breaking free from the visual information.

Tears streamed down her face as she described the scene to the others.

Tereka gasped.

“The situation really is that bad.”

She looked at the pink-haired thunderous human girl.

“Is everything you said earlier true?”

Ayla rolled her eyes.

“Why would I lie to you?”

Not being part of the Brave Warrior Squad, she couldn’t be bothered to lie.

Communicating with the plants wasn’t as simple as a conversation—they could also share vision and emotions.

The shock Silitya received was overwhelming, and she couldn’t stop the tears.

Seeing her like this, Ayla felt awkward urging her on.

Tereka patted her on the back.

“It’s okay, take a break.”

But Silitya wiped her eyes forcefully and reached for the next item.

“I have to complete the mission!”

She understood that the closer the danger approached, the stronger she needed to be.

The next target was flowers.

Zero had collected more than ten, but unfortunately, there was no gain.

Less than an hour remained until the battle at the sealed land began.

The chances that insects had come to gather nectar in that short time were too slim.

So Silitya reached out for the last thing—mushrooms.

“I saw her. She looked terrifying. Even the strong warriors had no chance against her, and a Dragonhawk Rider was knocked down directly.”

As a symbiotic fungus, the mushrooms carried relatively complete memories.

Images of Xisha breaking through the earth and effortlessly slaughtering elite warriors appeared vividly before the Elven girl’s eyes.

“She was searching for someone.

She killed while casually grabbing someone by the neck to interrogate them.”

Taking the chance, Tereka hurriedly asked, “Who was she looking for?”

“I don’t know. Someone originally named Sally, a 1,333-year-old old lady.”

“Sally? That name doesn’t ring a bell. As for the age…”

Tereka thought carefully.

Normally, when considering such conditions, she naturally started with those she knew.

“I don’t know the exact number, but around that age, I remember I…”

Smack!

Ayla slapped her shoulder hard.

The pain made Tereka grit her teeth, and the unfinished sentence trailed off.

“What are you doing?”

The only answer she got was three words—“Don’t say it.”

“…..”

Tereka wasn’t stupid. From Ayla’s attitude, she understood and fell silent in frustration.

At that moment, Silitya exclaimed, “Elder Cuiniya! She… she’s captured Elder Cuiniya!”

Ayla’s heart sank.

As the highest commander on the battlefield, if she was captured by the enemy, it meant the front line had been pierced.

Even if the entire army wasn’t annihilated, it was at least a devastating defeat.

“She’s holding Elder Cuiniya’s neck with one hand, forcing her to reveal where that person is. Elder Cuiniya said, said…”

***

“Don’t expect to get a single word from me!”

Elder Cuiniya shouted angrily.

“How could the Elves produce such a disaster like you!”

Strange blackness crawled up her body.

Her facial wrinkles distorted in pain, but her only words were curses.

“Even if we didn’t suppress you, your days are numbered in three. Prepare to die, beast!”

Snap.

Her neck broke like rotten wood.

With this, the battlefield’s highest commander fell, and the suppression operation carried out by three thousand elite Elven soldiers was a total rout.

“Looks like she’s hiding now. Three days, and you really think I won’t find you?”

Xisha lifted her not-so-long legs and walked over the ground littered with dismembered limbs.

The soldiers surrounding her were already in full retreat, and the Dragonhawks dared only to glance from the distant sky.

Hundreds of infantry corpses lay unattended.

***

“Wuwuwu, Elder Cuiniya, wuwuwu.”

Silitya could no longer hold back.

She threw the mushroom aside and lay on the ground crying for quite some time.

No one comforted her.

The surge of emotions made everyone feel uneasy.

Although no one could see the scene, just listening to her account was enough to know that the stern elder was dead.

Taking this opportunity, Ayla straightforwardly shared some of her own information.

“This all started 1,200 years ago. There’s this story……That’s how it is. In other words, as long as Xisha doesn’t find her old friend and kill her to complete the ritual within three days, the crisis will be resolved.”

Zero stood up beside her, opening her mouth but hesitating to speak.

Ayla lightly cleared her throat.

“I know what you want to say, but I guess it doesn’t matter who kills her. As long as she’s dead. Because the Evil God will take the soul. We saw that scene in Harbor City.”

“Oh.”

Zero silently sat back down, the murderous aura within her receding.

The child seemed a little extreme…

If they could survive three days, victory would come.

But with that person’s terrifying power, could they really last?

“Wuwu, Elder, wuwu.”

Sobs broke out again.

They mourned not only the fallen Elder Cuiniya but also worried for Elder Isadora, who was being hunted like prey.

“Don’t cry anymore, child. Life and death are fate. Death is just another form, continuing to walk the world.”

A male voice came.

“Don’t dwell in sorrow.”

It was Lambart returning.

He carried a large basket in each hand, full of fresh ingredients, ready to make lunch for the children.

Unexpectedly, he heard crying as soon as he arrived.

Though he didn’t know what had happened, he came to comfort them.

“You don’t understand. It’s not like that at all!”

“Uh… so what happened?”

No one answered.

Tereka recalled the earlier experience, clenched her teeth, and decided to keep the secret.

Everyone else glanced at each other, finally looking at the most popular and reputable figure—the pink-haired thunderous beauty, who was also the final decision-maker.

Under everyone’s gaze, Ayla hesitated for a long time before speaking:

“Let’s eat first.”

Though she said that, after the meal, she immediately sought out Tereka and the others, asking about the Elven people—how many were around 1,300 years old?

“Not many,” Tereka answered cautiously.

“Maybe less than one-thousandth of the whole tribe?”

And that was an optimistic estimate.

Ayla’s heart sank.

The Elven tribe numbered in the tens of thousands.

One-thousandth was only dozens.

Even with a brute-force search, she could quickly narrow down the target.

And indeed, that was the case.