When Robb arrived at the battle site, the battle had been going on for a while.

Several arrows have been inserted into the body of the two-footed flying dragon, and there are traces of being scorched by magic. On the side of the adventurer team, the shield in the hand of the "warrior" headed by the adventurer team has been deformed, and it seems to have suffered a lot. The impact caused the shield surface to become uneven, the skirt armor was torn off, the thighs were hung with color, and the blood had dyed the trousers red.

The "archer" is not much better, with a deep claw mark on his shoulder.

The most miserable one should be the red-haired female magician. The clothes on her back have been torn apart, and three deep claw marks can be seen on the snow-white back skin. The blood stained her robe and her face. She has become very pale and looks like she might fall down at any time, but she must not fall at this time, she will declare her life BadEnd as soon as she falls! At this time, he can only grit his teeth and try to let the two-footed dragon fall down before he falls.

Fighting hard!

Robb thought to himself: Should I help them kill the dragon?

If he makes a move, he only needs one move, and a medium-level monster like the flying dragon with two feet is dead. It would be effortless to do such a favor, but it is easy to cause disputes.

For example, in the game world, a high-level player sees another group of low-level players besieging NPCs. He walks over and knocks the monster down and gets the final blow, which will make the monster's money and item ownership all his own. (The setting of the game that the protagonist used to play is who played the last hit, and who the monster experience and the drops belong to.)

What an impolite behavior!

Those low-level players fought hard for a long time, but did not get anything, and the mission was not completed. Of course, they would become angry. They turned around and yelled at the guy who snatched the monster: "The monster who snatched Nima?" Then the little speaker brushed the world. Channel, chasing the other party for an hour.

Of course, in the real world, there won't be any problem of robbing the monster's experience value and the ownership of the corpse in the last blow. Such worry is unnecessary. But rashly hitting someone else’s prey can easily cause misunderstandings. In case the adventurers’ guild in this world has any weird rules, who owns the monsters who kill?

Robb took control of his hand and just asked: "Three, please ask, how can I get to the nearest town here?"

Those three people have no time to answer his questions. The warrior stared at the two-footed flying dragon with one hand with a sword and shield, and the female magician was also preparing for magic. Only the archer turned her head and said quickly: " I'm not free now, stand a little further away and don't get involved."

Robb shrugged: "Well, you guys do look very busy. I'll wait a moment."

"Loki, the **** of flames, please listen to my request..." The red-haired female magician endured the pain on her back, chanting a magic spell. The two-footed dragon is also a creature with a certain wisdom. When she hears the spell chanting The voice of singing immediately roared and rushed towards the female magician.

The "Warrior" quickly raised the crooked shield and stepped in front of her.

With a loud bang, the soldier was knocked out with a shield.

"...Lend the power of fire to me temporarily...fire explosion!" The female magician finally completed her magic, and a fireball flew out from the tip of her staff and hit the wings of the flying dragon with two feet fiercely." With a bang, the fireball would actually explode, and a large amount of flame magic power hit the two-footed dragon.

The two-footed dragon uttered a miserable hiss, but still did not fall down, waved another wing, and swept away, the red-haired female magician ate her wing heavily, grunted, and flew out sideways.

She didn't have a shield and armor to protect her body like a warrior. This was a bit heavy, and Robb even heard the sound of a broken shoulder and arm.

The female magician slammed and fell right in front of Robb, spouting a mouthful of blood, and couldn't get up again.

The "Warrior" looks like a shout: "Kike, look at how Xuelu is doing..."

It turned out that the archer was called Kick. He shot three arrows in a row, and once again forced the two-footed dragon to fly into the sky, and then jumped to the female magician. The female magician named Xuelu had her entire left arm twisted and deformed. It seemed that she had a very serious fracture, and she was simply useless.

He couldn't help crying: "Oh my God! Xuelu is so badly injured that she can't fight anymore. We have to withdraw quickly and find a priest for her to treat her injuries, otherwise her arm will be gone."

"Damn it! The commission had to give up."

"Beware of that dragon..."

When the two of them were talking about this, the two-footed dragon jumped over again, the warrior hurried up, and the archer hurriedly released the arrow. There was no time to take care of it. They lost the fire support of the magician, and the two of them had to deal with it. The two-footed flying dragon is even more strenuous, and is already thinking about how to withdraw while playing.

At this moment, Robb, who had been watching by the side, squatted down and squatted beside Xuelu: "Miss, I never mix in other people's fights indiscriminately, so as not to be sprayed, but, You are seriously injured now. Out of basic MMO game etiquette, I think I should help you take a bite, don't you mind?"

"What...what MMO game etiquette...what milk?" Xuelu didn't understand what Robb was talking about.

Robb said: "Well, I mean, I plan to use healing techniques on you... is that okay?"

Xuelu nodded hard: "If you can... then... thank you very much..."

The corners of her mouth were still dripping with blood, and even speaking became difficult, and she urgently needed medical treatment. However, she was suspicious of what Robb had just said. The man in front of her was wearing a weird commoner. He claimed to have come into the mountains to gather herbs. From head to toe, there was nothing that looked like a priest. He really Do you know therapies?

We must know that healing arts can only be used by clergy who loyally believe in the "God of Light" Baldr. Is there any clergy in front of this man?

As soon as she thought of this, she saw Robb raise his hand, and a soft and sacred light enveloped her, and a warm feeling filled her body. It can't be wrong. This is the healing magic of the sacred element.

The wound on the body began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the deformed arm quickly recovered to its original shape. Even the three claw marks on the back disappeared without a trace, and it turned back to the white and tender back muscles.

The pain on her body instantly disappeared without a trace. Xuelu sat up from the ground and looked at Robb next to him with a surprised look: "You... actually can really heal?"

Robb spread his hands: "It happens to be a little bit."

Xue Lu said: "Oh my God! You are a pastor. I didn't see it at all. Ah, sorry, I was so rude. I should first thank you for your help. If you weren't there, I might will die."

Robb said: "Don't bother to talk to me, look at your two partners, they are very embarrassed now without your magical support."