But Whitemane quickly recovered and launched into a personal attack. "What Redemption do you have? You're nothing but a warmonger who only knows how to kill!"
"I started the war to save more of my own people," Unas argued, "And now we're talking about your problem, what's the point of your accusations against me?"
"And what about this dying man before us? And all those who died in battle? Aren't they the people you're trying to save?"
"A soldier's duty is to fight. They don't die in vain. Sacrificing for our common cause is the most honorable part of it," Unas tried to reason with the woman.
"Really? How do you know they'd consider dying under those ugly spider claws an honor?"
"Your words seem to imply that I killed them, which is the most serious accusation a military commander can make. I hope you think carefully before you speak!"
"I..."
A dry cough interrupted Whitemane's attempt to continue the debate. The mummy, lying on the ground, severely wounded and dying, was actually awakened by their argument. Its eyes, peeking out from behind its bandages, shone brightly as it looked at the two, showing no signs of being a dying man. Was this perhaps the legendary "last flicker of life"?
"I volunteered for this war," he said, seemingly having overheard part of their argument, and completely siding with Unas. "The Scourge destroyed my home, and Lord Unas wants to fight for a new home for us. For this, I have no regrets even if I die."
Whitemane's face turned pale; the feeling of being slapped in the face so instantly was unpleasant. Unas ignored her, squatted down, and comforted her, "You won't die. Get a good night's sleep, and I promise you'll be full of energy tomorrow."
The mummy felt pain throughout its body, especially in its heart, and concluded that it was just a well-intentioned lie from the Warden. "Lord Unas, your ever-present image of fighting on the front lines makes you a hero in the hearts of all our soldiers. Can I trust you? I have something I'd like to ask of you."
This was the tone of someone making their final arrangements, and Unas, not wanting to explain the Resurrection to him, could only go along with it, saying, "What is it? Tell me."
Tears welled in the mummy's eyes, and his voice grew weak. "My pregnant wife is still waiting for me at the Monastery. I hope you can help take care of them in the future."
"Absolutely no problem," Unas readily agreed. "What's your name?"
"Mo'er-Aideli."
Unas placed his hand on his forehead. "Alright, Mohr, close your eyes and get some sleep. Don't worry, I won't let your child be born without a father."
He didn't have Cao Cao's idea of "I will take care of your wife and children myself," and could only pray in his heart that the Resurrection would succeed.
Mohr's breathing grew weaker and weaker, and soon his heart stopped beating. Unas immediately began casting a spell. Since the longer someone has been dead, the lower the success rate of Resurrection, the faster the spell is cast, the higher the success rate will be.
At that moment, a slightly cool sensation came from his hands. Unas squinted and saw that Whitemane had reached out and grasped his wrists to feel the flow of Holy Power when casting the Resurrection.
The silver-haired Priest immediately sensed something was wrong with Unas's left hand, not only because of the changes brought about by the residual Fel, but also because of the presence of a sudden, unknown shadow (Shadowfiend). She glanced at Unas in surprise, not daring to interrupt the spellcasting, so she remained silent, but her mind was already filled with doubts.
Because the target was a seriously injured person, the Resurrection consumed a lot of energy and time. The moment the ball of light dissipated, Unas felt that he had succeeded. Joy overcame fatigue, and he hurriedly pressed Mohr's chest to verify. Thump thump thump, Mohr's heart was beating strongly.
Unas let out a huge sigh of relief and collapsed to the ground, feeling so weak that he didn't want to move a single finger. His energy was almost completely depleted after the battle. Fortunately, the Energy Pool vortex restored some Holy Power, otherwise he might not have been able to cast the Resurrection completely. Now his body was truly empty, with not a single bit of energy left.
Whitemane, however, was not about to let him go. She should have been focused on learning the Resurrection, but the anomaly in Unas's left hand distracted her most of her attention, resulting in her gaining nothing from either end.
"What's wrong with your left hand? Check it over for me." As she spoke, she reached out to grab Unas's hand.
Unas was startled, realizing his secret had been discovered. This woman knew about his use of Fel and it might be exposed. The question was, how much did she know?
"It's just a minor injury from before, don't worry about it," he said, swatting the woman's hand away.
Whitemane wasn't about to give up. She made a move to grab her again, but Unas flipped himself up, shoved her to the ground, and then grabbed his left hand, yelling, "Don't touch me!"
"Bind!" The silver-haired female Priest, lying on the ground, shouted without saying a word. A flash of white light appeared, Unas, caught off guard, was bound by a white band of light, collapsing to the ground with a thud.
Unas hadn't expected this woman to actually attack him. He was currently unable to use any skills, his body weak and unable to break free of her restraints. He could only resort to verbal attacks. "What do you want? Let me go! I don't want to play this bondage game with you!"
Without a word, Whitemane stood up and grabbed Unas's left hand. Unas had no choice but to roll desperately out of the Tent, not caring about the Warden's dignity in his disheveled state.
"Freeze!" The delicate shout rang out again, Unas immediately felt his whole body stiffen, unable to move at all. He wanted to shout for help, but his tongue was numb and he couldn't move it either.
"I'm sorry, but I need to find out if you're a demon."
Upon hearing Whitemane's words, Unas inwardly cursed; it seemed she had already discovered some clues about Fel.
The silver-haired prosecutor grabbed his left arm, her face grave as she prepared to examine him closely, when suddenly a sound came from behind her, followed by a sharp blade pressed against her neck.
"What do you want to do? Release Lord Unas at once!" Mohr actually woke up at the critical moment. Although his body was weak after being resurrected, his injuries had all healed. When he opened his eyes, he saw that the female Priest seemed to be harming the Warden. Without thinking, he subconsciously picked up the weapon next to him to protect the hero in his heart.
"Put the sword away! I'm checking his injuries!" Whitemane felt a chill creeping down his neck and had no choice but to stop and shout sternly.
Mohr didn't believe him. He craned his neck to look at the Warden lying on the ground. Seeing him looking at him, Unas couldn't speak. He could only move his chin to the side with all his might, which obviously meant no.
Fortunately, even this subtle movement was caught by Mohr. He unconsciously tightened his grip on the sword, pressing a line of blood down Whitemane's swan-like, soft neck. "Nonsense! I'll count to three. Release the master now, or don't blame me for being ruthless!"
"Three!"
"Do you know who I am?" Whitemane almost screamed.
"Two!"
"My father is Highlord..."
"One!"
"I don't believe you dare to kill me!"
Before he could finish speaking, with a bang, Mohr turned his sword and struck the Priest hard on the Temple with the back of the blade. Whitemane fell to the ground, blood immediately gushing from her nostrils and the corners of her mouth.
Mohr certainly wouldn't dare kill her, but knocking her unconscious shouldn't be a problem.