We aren't that useless!" - they thought.
Usually the party leader's position was taken by a warrior or a knight, due to them having high Charisma and Leadership attributes. Because if leader had high level of those two attributes, party members were less likely to be affected by panic and were getting increased experience. And monsters confronting such players were not able to use their skills to the fullest.
- Aaaaaaa!
- Deadly dance! Charming dance!
- Fishing rod feint!
- Come on! Hit me! Raise my endurance!
The hunt have started.
Endless fight to the death against thieves of Basra. As soon as one group of monsters got finished, they were switching to the next. They only had time for quick repairs and light healing.
- Waaaaaaa!
In the past Zephyr wouldn't believe if someone was to tell him he won't be looting defeated enemies. But it was happening now, because of the constantly attacking waves of enemies they just didn't have time for that.
They were fighting in such manner for almost 16 hours, when finally Zephyr got wounded. A thief has stabbed him in the stomach with a sword. A deadly injury.
Hwaryung threw a hateful glance at Weed.
- You overdid it! We are humans, and when we get tired we need rest!
Then Hwaryung looked at Zephyr with a bit of an envy.
"He's dying... At least he'll get some rest... I wonder when I will get free from that devil?!"
That was the first time she was envious of a dying player.
With a relieved smile Zephyr said:
- I'm fine, Hwaryung, Weed, don't worry about me. Hahahahaha!
He laughed to tears from joy. However Weed's expression didn't falter one bit.
"What if?.. No, can't be. He's not a priest and won't be able to save me..." - Zephyr got frightened for a moment, happily watching blood pouring out of his stomach.
His health was quickly dropping and already reached 23%. Situation wasn't critical, but without immediate priest's help an injury like this would end killing him.
But then Weed rummaged through his bag and started taking out bandages one by one.
- I'll fix you right away.
- Ahahah! With bandages? Don't joke like that...
- Apply bandage! - was shouting Weed againg and again, rapidly applying multiple bandages.
- Bleeding has stopped
- Wound has closed
- Life increased to 26%
- Life increased to 29%
- Wow! - Zephyr's eyes was round from astonishment.
He gave Weed an frightened look.
- Ermm... Weed, what's your level of First Aid?
- Intermediate 9th level.
Just a little bit away from the high level!
During his long hunt in the province of Morata, Weed had to apply loads of bandages and so his skill level got surprisingly high. Usually parties had at least one priest, so players weren't using First Aid skill at all, so most of them had a skill level of beginner even on high levels.
- Intermediate 9th level of First Aid...
Zephyr was hitting his fist on the ground in sorrow. Damn Weed, a real sadist and devil! Now he'll have to hunt monsters forever!
The battle continued...
Weed was slaying one monster after another and was thinking that it wasn't actually that hard. Compared to what he experienced in the province of Morata, dungeon of Basra looked like kindergarten. Even in Lavias death knights were a lot more dangerous for him!
At least they were using long swords and dark magic. Thieves of Basra on the contrary used short swords, and though they attacked in great numbers they were a lot less dangerous opponents.
This time he didn't have Alberon with his healing magic, but since then his health has raised a lot because of improved attributes and fishing. To almost twice the amount, 1400.
Also, thanks to his blacksmith skill, Weed was able to sharpen and polish equipment, increasing his survivability even further.
The profession of Legendary Moonlight Sculptor!
Only because of it Weed was forced to significantly improve his handicraft skill, which allowed him to raise many other skills to intermediate level during last few months. And those made him even stronger than if he was still hunting up to now and achieved a level of 280.
We aren't that useless!" - they thought.
Usually the party leader's position was taken by a warrior or a knight, due to them having high Charisma and Leadership attributes. Because if leader had high level of those two attributes, party members were less likely to be affected by panic and were getting increased experience. And monsters confronting such players were not able to use their skills to the fullest.
- Aaaaaaa!
- Deadly dance! Charming dance!
- Fishing rod feint!
- Come on! Hit me! Raise my endurance!
The hunt have started.
Endless fight to the death against thieves of Basra. As soon as one group of monsters got finished, they were switching to the next. They only had time for quick repairs and light healing.
- Waaaaaaa!
In the past Zephyr wouldn't believe if someone was to tell him he won't be looting defeated enemies. But it was happening now, because of the constantly attacking waves of enemies they just didn't have time for that.
They were fighting in such manner for almost 16 hours, when finally Zephyr got wounded. A thief has stabbed him in the stomach with a sword. A deadly injury.
Hwaryung threw a hateful glance at Weed.
- You overdid it! We are humans, and when we get tired we need rest!
Then Hwaryung looked at Zephyr with a bit of an envy.
"He's dying... At least he'll get some rest... I wonder when I will get free from that devil?!"
That was the first time she was envious of a dying player.
With a relieved smile Zephyr said:
- I'm fine, Hwaryung, Weed, don't worry about me. Hahahahaha!
He laughed to tears from joy. However Weed's expression didn't falter one bit.
"What if?.. No, can't be. He's not a priest and won't be able to save me..." - Zephyr got frightened for a moment, happily watching blood pouring out of his stomach.
His health was quickly dropping and already reached 23%. Situation wasn't critical, but without immediate priest's help an injury like this would end killing him.
But then Weed rummaged through his bag and started taking out bandages one by one.
- I'll fix you right away.
- Ahahah! With bandages? Don't joke like that...
- Apply bandage! - was shouting Weed againg and again, rapidly applying multiple bandages.
- Bleeding has stopped
- Wound has closed
- Life increased to 26%
- Life increased to 29%
- Wow! - Zephyr's eyes was round from astonishment.
He gave Weed an frightened look.
- Ermm... Weed, what's your level of First Aid?
- Intermediate 9th level.
Just a little bit away from the high level!
During his long hunt in the province of Morata, Weed had to apply loads of bandages and so his skill level got surprisingly high. Usually parties had at least one priest, so players weren't using First Aid skill at all, so most of them had a skill level of beginner even on high levels.
- Intermediate 9th level of First Aid...
Zephyr was hitting his fist on the ground in sorrow. Damn Weed, a real sadist and devil! Now he'll have to hunt monsters forever!
The battle continued...
Weed was slaying one monster after another and was thinking that it wasn't actually that hard. Compared to what he experienced in the province of Morata, dungeon of Basra looked like kindergarten. Even in Lavias death knights were a lot more dangerous for him!
At least they were using long swords and dark magic. Thieves of Basra on the contrary used short swords, and though they attacked in great numbers they were a lot less dangerous opponents.
This time he didn't have Alberon with his healing magic, but since then his health has raised a lot because of improved attributes and fishing. To almost twice the amount, 1400.
Also, thanks to his blacksmith skill, Weed was able to sharpen and polish equipment, increasing his survivability even further.
The profession of Legendary Moonlight Sculptor!
Only because of it Weed was forced to significantly improve his handicraft skill, which allowed him to raise many other skills to intermediate level during last few months. And those made him even stronger than if he was still hunting up to now and achieved a level of 280.
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