Of course, calling Invincible is a bit of an exaggeration. Even with the Giant Fir's super regenerative ability, it was still wiped out. Unas, after all, is not a plant, so its regenerative ability is somewhat limited. It is unlikely that it can regenerate severed limbs instantly like the Giant Fir.
Furthermore, Gunsel went to great lengths to design a complex system to feed the Sourcewood Spirit with the embryos of giant insects and to steal dragon eggs in order to maintain the existence of the Essence of Life. So how did Unas maintain the small Emerald Tree within his body?
We can't possibly drink dragon's blood and eat phoenix heart every day, can we?
The Emerald Tree may one day collapse and disappear due to energy depletion, but in any case, as long as it exists for one more day, its combat power against Unas will increase several times over. No one wants to face an opponent who cannot be injured.
Unas tried to control the Emerald Tree to radiate its Life Essence, but found it difficult. At most, he could only move the small green dot around his abdomen; he couldn't move it any further. It was true that things taken from others were not very compatible with oneself.
But it's a significant improvement from being completely out of control before; perhaps we can try to treat the skin that's aging Nightmoon.
The man and the dragon set off again, this time heading to Fairy Lake. Ever since being injured at the bottom of the lake, the female Elf had been unconscious in Marcus's party.
Several campfires burned in the lakeside camp. Marcus's hundred-man squad had entered their rest period. The Blue Dragon landed quietly so as not to wake the sleeping soldiers.
Several sentries rushed over and saluted, saying, "Does the lord wish to see Centurion Marcus? We'll go and wake him immediately."
"No need, let him rest well. Did anyone from underwater send up any new information during the day?"
"No."
It seemed the antidote hadn't been developed yet. Unas frowned and had the soldiers take him to Nightmoon's Tent.
Master Oakleaf was tending to the female Elf. After exchanging a few pleasantries, Unas asked, "How is she?"
Oakleaf looked utterly dejected. "She was briefly conscious during the day, but is currently in a deep sleep. I've tried every treatment I know, but I still can't heal the trauma caused by the Death and Decay. She may have to spend the rest of her life in this state."
"Let me try."
Oakleaf recalled how the Paladin had healed him from poison, a feat hailed as a miracle by the Night Elves. "By the way," he said, "You once mentioned you might be able to heal her injuries. What method do you have in mind?"
Unas revealed a little about the Essence of Life within him, saying, "The Life Essence can protect me from the harm of Death and Decay, and perhaps it can heal her."
Oakleaf nodded. "The energy contained within the Essence of Life might truly work. Please, sir, begin quickly."
"But I cannot fully control my Essence of Life, so the posture may be a little indecent, please forgive me."
Oakleaf looked at him with suspicion, but saving lives was the priority, so he could only nod.
Unas sat cross-legged beside Nightmoon, took her hand and placed it on his abdomen, then tried to activate the Life Essence within the Emerald Tree. Tiny green dots emanated from his abdomen like a swarm of bees, then entered Ye Nightmoon's body through her palm.
Unas couldn't observe the condition inside the female Elf's body; he could only see the external situation. A green light swirled on her arm, and her aging skin seemed to be truly beginning to change.
Master Oakleaf hurriedly squatted down to observe, his tone excited, "It's showing some effect, maybe it really will work!"
Unas increased the transmission, but his ability to control the small green dot was really not high. The green light on Nightmoon's arm could not go any further after reaching her shoulder.
As time passed, the wrinkled skin on the female Elf's arms gradually changed, from a ninety-year-old woman to a fifty-year-old middle-aged woman. Unas had to stop; he had reached his limit and needed to rest.
Losing propulsion, the little green dots retreated back to the Emerald Tree like a tide. Unas let out a long breath; controlling these little things really took a lot of effort.
However, the confirmation that Nightmoon could be cured made Oakleaf and Oak Leaf so happy they wanted to give each other a high five. The Druid showed a long-lost smile, "Great! With just a few more treatments, Nightmoon will be fully recovered."
Unas inspected the Emerald Tree and felt relieved to find that it hadn't suffered much damage, but his stomach started growling loudly as a strong feeling of hunger rose in his stomach.
This is abnormal. He just ate dinner; it's impossible for him to be hungry so soon. Could this be a side effect of using the Emerald Tree to treat someone else?
He couldn't worry about that now; he needed to eat his fill first. Remembering the apple tree behind the Druid's hut, he asked, "Master Oakleaf, do you have any delicious and vibrant food?"
"Yes, I have plenty of fruit here, all food prepared for this war."
"Give me some, I'm hungry."
Under Oakleaf's astonished gaze, the Warden devoured the food he had prepared for several days. "Sir, how many days have you not eaten?"
"We've been fighting day and night and haven't even had time to eat," Unas boasted, spouting nonsense.
"You've worked hard, sir."
"Is there anything else? Take it all out and keep it for later; I might need to eat more later." Unas glanced at the large bundle behind the Druid.
After eating and drinking his fill, Unas resumed his treatment, stopping several times to eat more. Oakleaf realized this was necessary for the treatment and that the provisions he had prepared might not be enough, so he went outside to beg for more food.
It took more than an hour for Nightmoon's arms to finally recover. The female Warrior's skin wasn't very smooth or soft, but it was full of elasticity and muscle, giving it a unique charm.
Perhaps because her injuries had been healed considerably, the female Elf awoke from her slumber. Unable to speak and with severely impaired eyesight, Oakleaf and Unas explained the aftermath of the battle to her.
When she heard that many of her compatriots were still in critical condition, she made a gurgling sound in her throat, clearly very anxious. Oakleaf quickly comforted her, saying, "I went down to the lake once to check. The development of the antidote is already on track. It's only a matter of time before everyone is saved. Just focus on your treatment and don't worry about anything else."
Unas offered a few words of comfort, and Nightmoon's emotions gradually calmed down, but the subsequent treatment became somewhat awkward.
The female Elf's corrupted areas were mainly her exposed arms, thighs, and face. It wasn't a problem to place her hands on Unas's abdomen, but her thighs and face were somewhat indecent.
Unas couldn't possibly have any romantic thoughts about aging thighs, but Nightmoon seemed to be a very conservative woman, and such skin-to-skin contact would probably make her feel ashamed.
After explaining the situation to her, Nightmoon did not refuse. She was eager to recover and quickly agreed. Unas helped the Elf's long legs up and placed them on his own legs, which were crossed, so that the injured area was against his abdomen, and began a new round of treatment.