Hearing his words, the other resting clergymen turned their eyes to Hulim who was still casting healing magic to rescue the wounded.
"Yeah, she's outrageous. I've already rested twice, but she doesn't look tired at all. Just how much magical power does she have?"
"It's not just her magical powers; her healing magic is also very strong. With the same wounded person, she only takes less than a third of the time it takes me to save him! Compared to her, I feel like I've lived all these years in vain!"
"A new batch of magic recovery potions for the Adventurer's Guild has arrived!"
At this moment, an adventurer's shout was heard outside.
A truck filled with magic potions was transported here, escorted by a group of adventurers.
"Is the magic potion here? Good—!"
"I have to keep working hard too! I can't lose to a young girl!"
"That's right! Let's go, let's go all out today!"
"Yes, how can I be inferior to such a young person? I don't want this tongue today. I'll take as many magic potions as I can..."
The clergymen rushed towards the truck loaded with magic potions.
"Oh my god, what's going on?"
The adventurers watched in bewilderment as they directly tried to grab the magic recovery potions that were still in the truck and had not been unloaded.
"Forget it, forget it..."
"It's all for them to use anyway."
The adventurers were too lazy to care and simply gave the space to these priests.
The clergy who got the magic recovery potion once again devoted themselves to the task of rescuing the wounded. Their eyes were bloodshot and they worked as hard as if they had been injected with chicken blood.
The adventurers and guards who were entering and leaving this temporary rescue station were all puzzled when they saw the crazy scene of internal competition here.
Are all the clergy today so dedicated and selfless?
So touched!
We must satisfy their wishes. I heard that many injured people at other aid stations have been waiting in line for a long time without receiving help. I hope they can help share some of the burden...
The clergy worked hard even though they were overdrawing their bodies, but the number of injured people kept coming in as if it were endless.
They could only pour the magic recovery potion into their mouths like a drink, enduring the double torture of physical and mental strength, like a ruthless rescue machine, mechanically releasing healing magic.
At the same time, he recited the same lines.
"Next!"
"Next... ..."
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