Central Camp.

As he walked there, Charles heard a moaning of pain coming from the tents around him.

War will not avoid casualties, and after the dead are buried in peace, the next step is to treat the wounded.

There were no priests in the caravan, only some ordinary medical staff who knew some medical knowledge, but they could only stop bleeding and sterilize, and if they were to perform surgery, they had to be priests who were proficient in 'medical' skills.

The centaur druid can also use magic to carry out first aid, but there are only a few magic skills, and they can only be used on the wounded who are dying.

"Pastor Charles."

Seeing Charles coming, the dwarven leader Barende and the elite captain Seymour both nodded in acknowledgment.

There are already 8 priests gathered at the door of the Wounded's Tent, but they are all players, and it seems that eight of the top 10 teams contributing to regional missions have brought priests, which is a high percentage.

"Go in and treat the wounded, you're in trouble." Centaur leader Danchi said to a player priest, then stopped Charles.

"Pastor Charles, we have a special wounded person who you can help, come with me."

The centaur leader spoke, and together with Barende and Seymour, led Charles to another quiet tent.

A pure-blooded elven girl was lying on a soft mobile bed frame, her pillow was draped in turquoise, and her pale golden eyes were staring straight at the door of the tent, without focus.

Her facial features are exquisite, like a porcelain doll carved by an artist, and there is no flaw in it.

It's just that after entering the camp, Charles met her unfocused eyes, and suddenly realized something, and couldn't help but feel regret and regret in his heart.

This is a blind girl.

There really is no such thing as perfection.

"Livra. I found an honorable pastor. Elven Captain Seymour walked briskly to the bedside. Pick up the blind girl. Rubbing her long blue hair dotingly, she said, "You were injured in the chaos, please be sure to receive medical treatment." ”

"Hmm." The blind girl elf nodded obediently, as if she was more introverted and unwilling to talk more.

Charles felt her unfocused eyes freeze on her.

At that moment, the body of a certain cat hiding in his priest's robe suddenly stiffened for two or three seconds.

The centaur leader Danchi and the dwarven leader Barend, who seemed to be evasive, stood at the tent gate, without any intention of going inside. Charles could only walk to the bed on his own. He vaguely felt as if he had broken through a thin protective stance, but it seemed to be an illusion.

Standing beside the bed, Charles smelled blood. He looked down the long skirt of the girl elf and saw that her slender legs were bound with white bandages, but the blood was still oozing from the bandages.

"Livra is my younger sister, she has a special physique, and only the priest can completely stop the bleeding with divine magic." Elf Captain Seymour said.

"Isn't the druid's magic good?" Charles' gaze swept back to the centaur leader.

This is a powerful druid.

He is also a powerful Storm Lord. From the spear he used in the battle with the ogre lieutenant in front of him, Charles was able to determine his profession.

"Nope." Seymour shook his head, a haze passing over his handsome face, "The druid's magic is blessed by nature. The source of power is the force of nature, and the power of priest magic. The absolute majority comes from the power of my own faith. The gods have only given the priesthood the power to channel their faith, and that is magic! ”

Charles fully agrees with Seymour's analysis of the power of magic, and so it is.

"Can't you be healed by the Force of Nature?" After thinking about it, Charles didn't have a clue, and stood in front of the bed and groped for his holy emblem.

"The Golden Emblem?" He was casual and casual, but whether it was Barend and Seymour, or the centaur leader Danchi, they all stared at the emblem in his hand, and their expressions were incredible.

The gold emblem represents the status of the priest in the church.

He is not a priest himself, but if he is qualified to wear a gold emblem, it means that his status in the church is no different from that of a priest, and even beyond the level of a priest, and belongs to the key training objects of the church.

Converted a magic originally recorded on the four-ring spell slot into a 'healing fatal wound' magic through the priest's own [Spell Conversion] ability, and then the calm voice of Charles chanting the spell echoed in the tent, and a burst of golden light floated out from the holy emblem, quickly enveloping the elf girl on the bed. A serene smile appeared on her flawless face.

"That's it." Putting away the emblem, Charles said to Seymour. The elf captain hurriedly untied the bandages on the elf girl's feet, and looked at the girl's long legs, which were white and flawless, and could not see the slightest scar, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you." Seymour bowed deeply.

Charles nodded, looking at the box on his retina.

"Successfully cast [Healing Fatal Wounds] (Four Rings)."

"Successfully healed the elven girl [Livra. Garanord] to gain 10,000 general experience points. ”

Judging from the healing text, Charles concluded that this elven girl was not a ubiquitous passerby NPC. Just healing her gains 10,000 universal experience!

"Livra, you have a good rest." Seymour covered the girl and beckoned Charles, Denche, and Barende to leave the tent, but as soon as they reached the tent door, Charles was held back by the voice of the girl on the bed.

"Brother, I'd like to ask this priest some questions......" Livra said in a quiet voice, still with unfocused golden eyes.

Her voice is very unique, and the hollow valley is quiet, which makes people quiet down as soon as they hear it.

"Okay."

Seymour glanced at Charles hesitantly, but eventually walked out of the tent with Danchi and Barende.

"Hello, Miss Livra." Charles turned to greet.

The elven girl on the bed ignored him, but said to herself: "Ten years ago, I was only six years old, and among the three sacred fruits that the Levi Elven Tree's Tree of Life only gives birth to every few years, one of the fruits called the 'Fruit of Bravery' was stolen by evil thieves......"

"There is only one guardian of the tree of life in all generations, and she is also the holy daughter of the Levi elves, a pure and noble druid, blessed by Angelis, the goddess of life."

"However, the 'Fruit of Bravery' was stolen, and the saint could not escape the blame, and suddenly disappeared that night. Now the holy woman is back...... But she has become a degenerate, wondering if she has found the key to atonement? ”

In Livra's quiet voice, there was a terrifying magic that saw everything.

"I've got it back!"

The silver cat, hiding in the robes of the priest of the Charles, suddenly jumped out of the bed and said in elven language, "Sister Livra, I can forgive my sins!" Lady Elena will recall me and forgive my sins, and after the great Apand, she will be blessed again and bestowed upon her faith! ”

Alyssa showed more anxiety and frenzie than she had ever seen before, as if she had lost her vigilance, and let go of her voice and shouted.

"No!"

The elven girl's unfocused pale golden eyes fixed on the silver cat's dark gray eyes that gradually glowed with panic and despair, and said, "The Levi elves will not approve of a degenerate. ”

"Unless you can wash everything off your body." The elven girl finally looked away, "Reincarnate." Angelis will extradite your dazed soul. (To be continued.) )