Just became an evil god and was summoned by the saint.

Chapter 600 Casualties
As Celia left the Elf Forest, she slowly came outside, and a town gradually appeared in front of her.

Celia opened the map and saw the name of the town: Mandela Town.

It is said that Mandela was a famous elf who proposed opening the Elven capital when the elves were in decline. The town where Mandela was born was named after him and became one of the important routes to the Elven capital.

The Elf King's City cannot be entered at any time; it requires application and approval, and mainly involves queuing.

The Elven Royal Court has opened the Elven Royal City to outsiders, but it remains somewhat reserved, not planning to allow too many people into the city at any one time, fearing that a large number of tourists would cause damage to the Elven Royal City.

Therefore, towns like Mandela Town, which are located just outside the Elf Forest, have become temporary stops for tourists, indirectly boosting the town's economic development.

And at this time...

Celia changed her appearance and entered the town in human form. There was no sense of life at all, and thick gray fog permeated everywhere.

On the street, squads of soldiers with solemn expressions were patrolling, carrying things, seemingly delivering supplies.

Celia's appearance attracted the attention of the passing guards.

They shouted, "Travelers, please do not come out unnecessarily. Return to the inn immediately for refuge and await further orders from the city lord."

Celia nodded. "Okay."

She paused for a moment, then asked, "Hello, what's the situation in Mandela Town right now? Have there been any deaths?"

The guard captain who had called out paused, startled, and stopped in his tracks. "You came from outside?"

Celia nodded.

Mandela Town was not sealed off, and anyone who wanted to leave could do so at any time. If the guards saw them, they would at most say a word and then pretend not to see them.

Mandela Town is not the Elf Kingdom. There are no treehouses to shelter everyone, nor are there sacred trees that can resist pollution. All that can be done is to have light magicians go door-to-door to temporarily purify everyone's minds and protect their consciousness for the time being.

"If you're from out of town, my friend, just leave. Mandela Town right now..."

The captain didn't say anything, he just sighed.

Celia raised her hand, and a divine light appeared in her palm.

Although purification techniques cannot directly dispel air pollution, they are still effective against pollution that has entered the body, because once pollution enters the body, it separates from life energy.

The holy light shone on the elven guards, making them feel as if they were bathed in sunshine, their bodies warm and comfortable.

“I’m a holy mage, maybe I can help. Can you tell me about the casualties?” Celia asked.

"The casualties... are very serious."

The captain looked grave.

"When the pollution first swept in, although we took precautions, they were of little use. By now, three thousand people have died in the town."

"what?"

Celia blinked, somewhat unable to believe her ears.

The captain said, "Three thousand is already a small number, because we are outside the Elf Forest. We heard that tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands, have died in the cities near the Elf King's City... They were all ordinary people who had no resistance to pollution, and a small number of sorcerers."

The captain shook his head and sighed: "A large portion of these people actually lost their minds after being infected and killed each other. But there were also ordinary people who persevered for so long but still couldn't hold on."

Celia remained silent.

She asked Ross in her heart, "Lord Ross, did I... do something wrong before?" Ross said calmly, "What did you do wrong? You think it was wrong of you to give up purification because of that elven elder's harsh words?"

Celia nodded gently.

Ross shook his head and said, "There's no right or wrong, because even if you purify together with that elf, at most you can only reduce some casualties. With such a huge amount of pollution, your strength is not enough to purify it."

"If Elena and I were directly at the source of the pollution..."

"Then you're courting death." Ross said calmly, "Do you really think that with your fourth-tier strength, you can stop the torrent of pollution? Trying to purify such a massive amount of pollution is like a mantis trying to stop a chariot."

"Ok."

Celia felt a little better.

Of course, this was also because what Celia heard from the captain was just a number; she hadn't actually witnessed that many people die.

Celia's ears twitched, and she seemed to faintly hear a sobbing sound.

The captain invited, "My friend, would you be willing to join us and help purify the townspeople who have been severely polluted? If only we could help them hold on a little longer, until the Elf King resolves the pollution..."

Celia said, "What if they can't handle it?"

"...It can definitely be resolved."

Celia said, "Please go and tell the lord that there is a powerful fourth-tier mage who can help them alleviate everyone's pain and allow them to at least hold on until the pollution recedes."

The captain was stunned for a moment, and just as he was about to say something, the purifying light in Celia's hand burst forth and entered the bodies of all the soldiers.

They immediately felt the pollution in their bodies disappear rapidly.

Before long, the remaining pollution had completely disappeared.

They were all sorcerers, and had some resistance to pollution. In addition, this place was outside the Elf Forest, so the level of pollution was not as terrible as inside the Elf Forest.

Since they were only temporarily infected and the amount was small, Celia's purification process didn't even cause them any discomfort.

Upon feeling the pollution within his body completely cleared, the captain was shocked but overjoyed, exclaiming, "Please come with me, human friend! Our lord needs your help!"

Outside the Elf Forest, the level of xenophobia is not as strong as inside the Elf Forest, and strong people are respected everywhere.

Even if you discriminate against a race, if a doctor comes along who can treat you, you will definitely hide your discriminatory thoughts.

The captain didn't discriminate against the strong; that's something only ordinary elves who have no concept of magic would have.

Soon, he brought Celia to the lord's mansion in Mandela Town.

The lord's mansion here is like a small sacred tree, built against a large tree, and it is very magnificent.

Upon hearing the captain's report, the lord took it very seriously and quickly received Celia.

"Hello, I am Ockham Mandela, the lord of Mandela Town."

Ockham gave an elven greeting, and Celia nodded slightly, saying, "Hello, I am a holy mage from Ishtar, Shiro."

Celia picked up the name she used in the far north again.

She was terrible at coming up with names and really didn't know what to name her.

(End of this chapter)