Swish.

“+30。”

“+10。”

Two consecutive green values floated out from the top of Malthus's head.

These two series of healing regeneration values in the chaos are not remarkable, but in the eyes of Malthus, who is being treated, and Druid Doreen, who is nervously watching his situation, this healing value is a bit outrageous.

Normal [Healing Serious Injuries] can theoretically only restore 20-30 HP, and the amount of recovery is related to the priest's perception and charisma attributes. Obviously, in the eyes of Doreen and Malthus, the priest of his team, who is not a low-ranking priest, has channeled all the power of the three-ring healing technique.

And, after 30 max healing, there's an eerie +10 green value.

If the target is a crispy class such as a mage or wanderer, throwing out a [Heal Critical Injury] can make them jump around in full condition, and if it is an Overseer or a Warrior, +40 healing is enough to brush their HP to more than 60%.

Now there are not many players with more than 100 HP, and only the barbarians who are known as blood cows and have the main physique attribute can easily have a high amount of blood.

Malthus was besieged by multiple Dark Knights, and despite his bravery, he was losing blood. Thinking that the female druid Doreen was worried that he was too involved in the battle and forgot his state, so she hurried to catch up with the city wall.

And it was true, when the green values of "+30" and "+10" popped up above his head, Marsal suddenly felt a clear stream of water pour into his limbs.

This high-spirited Advanced Overseer, the Spirits calmed down and immediately stared at their health status bars.

Swish.

13% figure. Instantaneously beats to 53%. Properly back above the safety line.

Malthus breathed a sigh of relief. He couldn't help but turn his head and cast a grateful look at the white-robed priest who was more than a dozen steps away.

"Kill—"

But he didn't calm down for a few seconds, it seemed that because Charles and Doreen arrived, with two divine healers by their side, Malthus's face was full of murderous intent, and he frantically swung his sword at several dark knights around him.

Charles did not join the battle, but held the gold emblem and watched the battle of Doreen and Malthus.

It's very interesting for men and women.

Malthus's professional character, and his own character. It seems contradictory, but it is actually appropriate. Overseers are leadership professions that need to be on the front lines at all times.

As for Doreen, Charles admits that she can't read the female druid.

He did know another female druid, although Lea and Doreen were from Western Europe, they were gentle and intelligent, and Doreen was a big grin, saying that she was a female man, judging by the details of her battles and the way she nervously protected Malthus. This druid is undoubtedly the type of druid.

In fact, this siege battle was successfully manufactured in three large siege vehicles. And when he leaned against the high wall of the megalithic fortress, it was already over.

The Dark Knight and Alyssa probably could not have predicted that the engineers of the Holy Presence would build these large and durable military equipment in just one afternoon.

Under the walls, a steady stream of players poured into the siege engines, and soon climbed up the spiral staircase inside the apparatus to the top floor, shouting and rushing out.

Alyssa the Blighter did not transfer all the hundred Dark Knights to garrison the wall, only twenty or thirty knights held out for half an hour, and then this side of the wall was controlled by the players.

Postwar.

Players work in squads, either sit down to recuperate, or distribute loot dropped by the Dark Knight.

Charles, like the other clerics, pulled out the medical kit from the inventory space and half-crouched in front of Malthus, treating the wounds on the Legion Commander's body.

"It's too slow to regenerate health like this...... "Malthus's health is at 11%, which is at the endangered line, although his health is gradually recovering after bandaging, but he obviously can't tolerate this speed.

"You can take your medicine." Charles lowered his head to sort out his medical kit, rolled up the unused blue high-quality bandage, glanced at the Overseer, and said casually, "Your HP should be around 100 points, if you want to get back to it quickly, you need to swallow at least 8 bottles of secondary life potion...... Oh, and if you bring an intermediate potion with you, it's about half the amount. ”

Malthus was silent.

But all players know the high and scarce alchemy potions, which is why the life craft of alchemists is so popular and popular.

Swallowing a few bottles of potion at a time to return to a full state, I'm afraid that only local tyrants dare to squander it like this. Malthus glanced at his backpack.

[Secondary Health Regeneration Flask]*6.

[Intermediate Health Regeneration Elixir]*2.

Obviously, with just a little stock on him, Malthus just wanted to swallow a few vials of potions and tide over the difficulties when the battle was in danger. In his spare time, he still sat on the ground obediently and let the priest, who was proficient in 'medical' skills, deal with his injuries for him.

"The aborigines left."

Druid Doreen suddenly pointed to the other side of the wall.

After a short rest, among the dozens of aboriginal professionals, the mercenaries returned to their teams, the adventurers also found their partners, and the lone wanderers such as bounty hunters walked away without saying a word.

"These people ......"

Doreen was angry, she was about to leave just after the end of the war, she clearly wanted to fly solo, and now the temporary legion had just passed the first hurdle.

"Stop, Doreen!" Malthus immediately got up and grabbed the menacing female companion, and said with a gloomy face: "Let them go, they are not concentric." You see, it's not just the Aboriginal ......"

As Malthus said, after the aborigines dispersed, the player squad rioted for a short while, and then the captain and his team left quietly.

It's not hard to understand what players think, after all, after breaking through the high walls of the megalithic fortress, this ancient war relic is completely open to them. If you want to explore the ruins, it is better to move in small groups, as large legions are useless in the ruins.

"Hey, are you going to go too?"

Doreen shrugged her head, but saw the only priest in the team sorting her bags, and immediately said angrily: "It's all a bunch of bastards who cross the river and tear down the bridge, if it weren't for Malthus to stand up, you wouldn't be able to break through this wall for a week!" Hum! ”

Malthus also looked at Charles with some disappointment.

"Who said I was leaving?" Charles stuffed the sorted medical kit back into the inventory, clapped his hands, and said, "Okay, it's time for us to act, what about the other team members?" ”

"I'll go find them." After Doreen finished speaking, she left in a hurry.

"She's always been like this."

Malthus shrugged his shoulders at Charles, then reached out in a friendly manner, saying, "Officially, I'm Malthus, a European player, the basic class is Overseer, and the advanced class is—"

"Akhorsia Sword Master!" (To be continued......)

PS: Hold your fists, come back a day late, don't say much, bow your head and code words......