Through the introduction of the blindfolded elf, I had a general understanding of the staffing of the Spirit Wing Guild.

The greatsword elf is named Philip Walker, the profession is berserker, the blindfolded elf is named Jefferson Garsil, the profession is Asura, the beautiful female elf warrior is named Baker Jyoti, the profession is Sword Sect, the dashing roaming gunman is named Eddie Aldington, and the female mage who has never appeared is named Giles Ivy, and her profession is not as simple as a mage, but an elementalist.

The Spiritwing Guild has no followers, they prefer to take their own things, and this guild does not have a priest, according to Garsil, the Spiritwing Guild is very popular, and when they need treatment, they can ask the priests of other guilds to help, and even if they don't have the help of the priest, they can rely on taking healing potions to repair their wounds.

As the name suggests, the recovery potion can repair the injured limbs on its own without relying on healing magic, but it is expensive, and only people in the profession of alchemist will refine it.

Because of this, after a long period of poor adventurer life, I did not have a clear understanding and urgent concept of such things as recovery potions.

In the past, when I had no money, I was injured, find a place to wash it with water, use herbs if I can find them, and when I can't find them, I find a clean gauze to bandage them, so as not to infect the wound and become inflamed.

As long as you survive the itching during the wound healing period, you will still be a hero in the blink of an eye!

The fierce battle is still escalating, and the battle between the three of them and the elite man-eating tree has entered a full swing, and at the moment, I can no longer intervene in it, so I can only watch quietly from the periphery.

A discerning person can understand at a glance that although the elite cannibal tree at this time is still fierce, it is already at the end of its strong crossbow, and the three of them only need to maintain the offensive, and it will not be long before its decline will be revealed.

"It's almost time to decide," Jefferson Garcier said slowly.

When he said this, he did not stare at the battlefield, but turned his face to the side, staring at the corner of the stone wall not far away.

I'm puzzled by this, is there anything wrong with the corner of the stone wall?

Just as he was thinking, an oval suddenly appeared around the corner, dark brown, the size of a fist, looking at the gloss, it was ...... Wood?

While I was guessing, the oval finally revealed its true form - it was a wooden staff, and the staff bearer was the elven mage who had saved my life before.

"It's time to mend the knife again," Jefferson Garcier laughed, laughing a little helplessly.

It sounds like this elven mage is very good at mending knives, and she has even become a shadow of the team.

As soon as Giles Ivy appeared on the stage, the atmosphere on the battlefield suddenly changed.

Whether it's Philip Walker, who is fighting against the cannibal tree, or Eddie Aldington, who is constantly dodging the wooden spikes and counterattacking gorgeously, or Baker Jyoti, who is flying around like a swallow, they all turn some of their attention to Giles Ivy.

With a confident smile on his face, the elven elementalist slowly raised the wooden staff in his hand and chanted magic.

As she chanted, the faces of the three adventurers who were on the battlefield changed instantly, especially Philip Walker's expression, who glanced at me, gritted his teeth, and finally swallowed the words that came to his lips.

I understand, family ugliness should not be publicized.

With Giles Ivy's chanting, a red halo of light quickly converged near the elite man-eating tree, and when it converged to a crimson state, the one-meter-square ground was suddenly torn, and a sky-high flame burst out of the ground, directly enveloping the elite cannibal tree.

A wail of pain erupted from the cannibal tree's monstrous mouth, and my heart beat to hear it.

The flames continue to consume earthy yellow magic, and as long as that layer of magical protection is consumed, the elite cannibal tree can only resist the flames with its fragile body.

It is a tree, it is a flammable material, and its resistance to fire-type magic can be described as weak to the limit, once it loses its protection, it will be burned to ash in minutes.

In this case, if it is replaced by an ordinary monster, it will most likely launch the final blow before death, and draw a successful end to its short life with a brilliant final blow.

However, it is an elite monster with intelligence that is not used for ordinary monsters, and it is not in a hurry to die, but to flee into the swamp before the earthy yellow magic is gone, so that the flames will not work.

At least at the current level of flames, it is no match for water.

The intentions of the elite cannibal tree are obvious, but how can the members of the Spirit Wing Guild let it do so?

After a long time of hard work, you were allowed to escape from the swamp, and then it was spread out, and you must not be laughed at by your compatriots, and you can fly a boiled duck, and you can be a fart adventurer!

Philip Walker, who was closest to the cannibal tree's body, made a vertical leap to stop the fleeing elite cannibal tree, and directly slashed at the cross, and the blood-colored cross was born with the shadow of the knife, smashing into the cannibal tree itself as if it were substance.

With a muffled pop, the cannibal tree stiffened, motionless like a normal tree.

Baker Jyoti followed, her body was extremely fast, fleeting, and when she reappeared, there were two similar bodies, and she found that the one who attacked the cannibal tree body was actually a phantom, and her body, at this moment, was standing less than two meters away from the cannibal tree, holding a sword in her hand, and the power of the fading around her body was surging like a tide.

"I can actually attack with a phantom," I exclaimed, "It's amazing, not only can I avoid damage to my body, but I can also confuse my opponent to listen to it." ”

Jefferson Garsier just smiled.

Baker Jyoti's attack wasn't over yet, and Eddie Aldington launched a new round of attacks on the dual-wielding revolver.

The muzzles of the two revolvers continued to spew flames, and the round-headed bullets roared towards the cannibal tree itself, the bullets on one side flashed pure white light, and the other side was wrapped in light blue magic, and both sides crashed into the tree at the same time, and the muffled sound was endless.

The bullet with the white light was obviously powerful, splashing the wood chips from the bark and quickly tearing open a deep hole, but on the other side, the bullet wrapped in blue magic looked a little out of place.

This is ice attribute magic, and ice attribute magic and water attribute magic have a similar nature, while causing damage to plant monsters, it will also give them a certain amount of healing, and water attribute magic also has a certain weakening effect on fire attribute magic, and ice attribute magic with the same essence also has the effect of weakening fire attribute magic.

To do so is tantamount to being an enemy.

(End of chapter)