"Stay on guard! They'll definitely come back!" Unas shouted a warning as he quickly walked to Ashina's side.
After the young man was knocked down, the two female Priests cast several healing spells on him, but they quickly gave up and focused on healing Unas instead. This Ashina had already died on the spot, and healing spells could not work on a corpse.
Unas, clinging to a last hope, checked his pulse, but there was still no sign of life; Ashina was indeed dead beyond any doubt.
Perella struggled violently in the distance. Seeing that she was temporarily safe, Nightmoon released her grip. The Ranger Captain rushed over and personally confirmed Ashina's death once again.
The female Elf lay on her lover's corpse, tears falling like a broken beaded chain, splashing dust on the ground. Her heart-wrenching cries tightened everyone's hearts.
Unas felt uneasy. Although he had intentionally or unintentionally tried to bring the two together before, it was mostly in jest. He never expected that the handsome man and beautiful woman would actually get together, and it seemed that Perella was quite firmly in love with him.
"Don't cry, he still has a chance to live." Ashina such a capable kid, of course we have to find a way to revive him.
Perella looked up abruptly, her face streaked with tears and snot, a far cry from her usual dignified and elegant demeanor. She wiped away her tears and asked urgently, "What opportunity?!"
"I just examined him closely. He's only in a state of suspended animation right now, and there's still a chance to revive him," Unas began fabricating another story. He bent down and picked up Ashina. "But not here, Dean Du'an. Please teleport me, Whitemane, Namelia out of here. The three of us working together should be able to revive him."
Unas cannot perform the Resurrection in public; he must find a secluded place. Whitemane is waiting for the opportunity to learn the Resurrection, so he has to bring him along. Natasha, as someone in the know, can help keep watch.
"Please stand together, all three of you." With lives at stake, Du'an immediately agreed.
"I want to go too!" Perella ran over and stood with the three of them, seemingly unwilling to be separated from her deceased lover for even a moment longer.
"No need, you'll only get in the way," Unas threatened, seeing the female Elf's reluctance. "Don't waste time; the longer we delay, the lower the chances of saving him."
These words were indeed effective, startling Perella so much that she jumped back a considerable distance. Unas ignored her and gave his final instructions before leaving. "We'll be back soon. You must guard the lava pool. Whether by sealing it with magic or blocking it with stones, you absolutely cannot let the Flamewaker escape again..."
Before they could finish speaking, the scene around them changed, and the three of them returned to the magic Teleportation Array in the Canyon. Unas's personal guard, Helen, and the Blood Elf mages were all waiting there. After Angela went in, Water Mirror also disappeared, and they had no idea what had happened in the cave.
Saving lives was the priority, Unas didn't have time to explain to them. He immediately ordered three horses to be brought over, and the three of them climbed onto the horses and galloped away into the distance.
The cave where the Trolls and the Puppet Spiders had been hiding was nearby, a very good hiding place. Unas quickly arrived there with the two women.
Natasha stayed outside to keep watch, while Unas, carrying Ashina's body, and Whitemane quickly entered the cave. Once alone, the silver-haired Priest began to express her dissatisfaction. "Why did you bring Namelia along? Be careful she doesn't reveal the Resurrection."
"She is very reliable," Unas gently laid Ashina flat on the ground, "More reliable than anyone else."
Whitemane scoffed, "Birds of a feather flock together."
Unas didn't argue with her. He carefully unscrewed Ashina's helmet. The once handsome young man's face was covered in blood. Even more horrifying, the side of his face where he had been hit was completely deformed, like a shriveled pumpkin.
Resurrection doesn't have the effect of plastic surgery, so the young man seems destined to be disfigured. However, for men, appearance isn't important, and hopefully Perella thinks so too.
Unas sighed and said to the silver-haired Priest, "Before resurrecting him, let's make Pact. First, don't touch my body, especially my hands. The second and third points haven't been decided yet; we'll discuss them later."
He was afraid of repeating the same mistake and having Whitemane discover the Fel problem in his left hand again.
"You think I want to touch you? Don't flatter yourself!" Whitemane exclaimed, as if he had suffered a great injustice. "If it weren't for feeling the flow of Holy Power, I wouldn't even come near your blood-stained, filthy hands!"
"No matter what you say, my conditions won't change. If you don't agree, get out of here and don't delay my resurrection of my important subordinates."
How could you do this?! You promised to teach me the Resurrection, how could you go back on your word?
"Anyway, I'm not exactly a gentleman in your eyes, so what if I back out? I've already backed out!" Unas started acting like a rogue.
"You!" Whitemane was speechless, so he could only find another excuse, "Why did you suddenly stop letting me touch your hand? You said you liked me before, and you were clearly happy when I held your hand. Don't think I didn't know."
"I suddenly developed obsessive-compulsive disorder related to cleanliness, is that a problem?"
"You call yourself a germaphobe? Pshaw! Don't you even look in the mirror? How many days has it been since you washed your face?"
"Laozi..."
Just as Unas was about to retaliate, a dry cough came from outside the cave, and Natasha's gentle voice drifted in. "You two, Perella is still waiting for us. Do you want to see her tears again?"
These words silenced the two who were arguing, but there was no room for negotiation regarding the Fel in his left hand. Unas said firmly, "Don't waste any more time. I'll start casting the spell right away, but if you dare touch me, I'll immediately stop the spell. You know that the Resurrection can only be used once a day. I hope you don't become the murderer who killed Ashina."
Without waiting for her response, Unas silently chanted "Redemption," and golden light gathered between his hands before falling into Ashina's body to begin repairing him.
Whitemane was extremely angry. She hesitated again and again, but in the end, she did not leave. The opportunity to learn the Resurrection was right in front of her. Perhaps this time she could have a new experience. She could not convince herself to give up. At the same time, she made up her mind that this was the last time. No matter whether she learned the Resurrection or not, she had to leave this place. She could no longer tolerate this bastard, liar, rogue, villain and murderer.
The spellcasting went smoothly. Whitemane dared not touch Unas and instead focused her attention on Ashina, where she gained much more. The key to the Resurrection was that Holy Power could repair the connection between the body and the soul. She had been focusing on the wrong thing all along. This gain made her want to stay, and she couldn't make up her mind for a moment.
Unas placed his hand on Ashina's chest, feeling the strong beating of his heart. He let out a long sigh of relief. After all, Ashina had been killed while protecting him, and Unas felt relieved to have brought him back to life.