Chapter 703: Seems Like Nothing Is Wrong!?

"It is you who poisons!" Elder Sivi burst with a fury that nearly tore her apart. Having exhausted herself to the absolute limit trying to heal them, to the point of collapse, they dared to accuse her of lacing her magic with toxin?!

With everyone scattered in every direction clamoring for mending, what was she supposed to restore them with?!

"What do we do now...?" Several souls drifting about the graveyard looked utterly despondent.

"What else can we do... run back to our corpses!"

Ten minutes later...

"Heal me! Just another drop!"

"Why can I not feel any healing at all?!"

"Where is the mending?! Is anyone even casting?!"

"..."

The five souls congregated once more at the graveyard.

"...Captain, what do we do now?" The rogue asked, tears of frustration welling up.

"This healing... it makes no difference whether we have it or not!" The dwarf warrior grumbled.

"I..." The rogue ventured tentatively, "My time limit is almost reached. Perhaps we should try again next time..."

Feeling an immense pang of financial agony as he looked at his heavily damaged equipment, he knew the cost of repairs in this day and age was extortionate!

No sooner had the words left his lips than he left the party and logged off, all in one seamless motion!

"..."

Only four translucent, spiritual forms remained standing in the graveyard.

"I just remembered..." Adolf spoke up hastily, "This old man still has some matters to attend to. I shall log off first, we will run it next time!"

"Archmage Adolf has left the party."

"Well..." Dwarf Elder Thok remarked with a face full of misfortune, "It seems we cannot proceed now anyway. Let us do it next time..."

"Thok Stonehammer has left the party."

"Dwarf Laph has left the party."

Elder Sivi: "..."

She was truly beginning to question her very existence. Could her healing magic actually be poisonous?!

World of Warcraft differed somewhat from previous games; when it came to communication, it possessed a separately designated interface where players could open the chat box to view messages across various channels, including the world channel and local channel.

"Scarlet Monastery, looking for anyone to fill the spots!" Just then, Elder Sivi caught sight of someone posting such a message in the Looking For Group channel.

"!!?!" Elder Sivi froze for a moment, "Looking for anyone?!"

...

The World of Warcraft quest "The Book of Titans":

Before disaster befell Lordaeron, there was a place within Tirisfal Glades that housed many volumes—the library of the old monastery, where it was said a copy of "The Myth of the Titans" was kept.

This old monastery was none other than the Scarlet Monastery.

Within the monastery's library, the collection of books was vast, containing not only "The Myth of the Titans" but also "The Origin of the Undead" and various other texts, which naturally provided no small amount of assistance to Owner Fang in refining the official novels and perfecting the background lore of World of Warcraft on the official website.

"I called out on the Horde side for a whole rotation and nobody joined the group... Let me try the Alliance side..." Owner Fang sent another message, "Scarlet Monastery, looking for anyone! Is anyone there?"

"Archmage Adolf has requested to join the party."

"Thok Stonehammer has requested to join the party."

"Dwarf Laph has requested to join the party."

"Sivi has requested to join the party."

Instantly, the group was full.

Owner Fang stared at this sight, somewhat dazed: "...Are there really this many people in the Alliance?"

How did the party fill up completely the moment he called out?!

What left him most dumbfounded was that this party actually had both a healer and a tank!

It saved him the trouble of even looking for a healer!

"My goodness..."

"This person has so many top-tier rare blue items!"

"The gear is far too luxurious..."

Just upon entering the group, several gasps of astonishment could be heard.

Immediately following that...

"Elder Sivi?!" Adolf's face stiffened.

"Master Adolf, did you not say you had matters to attend to?" Elder Sivi frowned, realizing the situation was far from simple.

Adolf: "..."

"Captain..." In the private message channel, Owner Fang suddenly saw a line of text appear, "This healer... can we replace them?"

"Replace them? Why?" Owner Fang looked puzzled, "A Druid can heal."

"This healing... is toxic!"

"..."

Elder Sivi, meanwhile, was sizing up the Night Elf before her whose name was Midnight Pig Butcher 2: "Why does he look so familiar...?"

"Why does everyone say your healing is toxic?" Elder Sivi suddenly received such a private message.

"What?!" Elder Sivi nearly exploded with rage, "Who did they say was toxic?!"

"Did you fail to spec into your restoration talent tree? Which skills are you using to heal?"

"Ah?" Elder Sivi thought about it, "Rejuvenation. What is a restoration talent tree?"

"Use Rejuvenation when life signs are not critical; otherwise, use Healing Touch. Toggle to the second page of talents (this system version features dual specialization), flip to the Restoration talents, max out Mark of the Wild, max out Improved Healing Touch, max out Reflection, and also..."

"Oh..." Elder Sivi followed Fang Qi's recommended talents, allocating points through a haze of confusion, "Is there any meaning to this? Why must it be done this way?"

"Alright, I cannot explain it to you clearly in such a short time, just follow the commands directly." Owner Fang spoke up, "The newcomer simply does not understand healing talent skills, it is fine now. Enter the instance."

"Oh..."

"Is that truly the case?" Adolf and the others, who had been healed to death several times, looked entirely skeptical.

"Of course, follow commands and we can clear it. Hurry over and enter the dungeon." Fang Qi said, stepping straight into the instance.

"Shall we...?"

"Go in!" Elder Thok spoke, "With a set of gear like that, he might very well be an expert!"

Before long, the others rushed over as well.

"Tank, hold the position!"

"Healer, keep up the heals!"

"Two got through! Mage, Frost Nova!"

"..."

This time, the situation was visibly leagues better than before. The front line faced almost no pressure, and any stragglers that slipped through were dispatched one by one.

"...This is so easy!"

"The heals are actually coming through!"

"Incredible!"

Staring at the carpet of corpses littering the ground while they themselves remained virtually unscathed, the party members cried out in succession.

Similarly, Elder Cywi was utterly thrilled as she watched her teammates' wounds knit back together at a pace visible to the naked eye; this attempt was night and day compared to the last!

"This power of life... it is too potent!"

"I know how to heal now!" Elder Cywi thought to herself gleefully.

Let's see who dares claim this Elder's milk is poisonous ever again!

It was worth noting that these healing arts could be learned, and furthermore, this Druid class seemed as though it were custom-made for elves; whether in philosophy, behavior, or even spells, it shared immense harmony with their kind.

To think they actually possessed such powerful healing arts!

This could practically rival the Holy Light itself!

At this moment, Elder Cywi’s mind was entirely consumed by thoughts of how to master these spells and bring them back to the elven race.

"See that? Before, it was merely because this Elder was unfamiliar with it!" Elder Cywi spoke with lofty pride.

"...So that was the case." Adolf finally nodded in agreement.

"Is a Druid's healing always like this...?" Though Elder Sok did not understand it, he clearly accepted the results now.

"It really isn't poisonous..." Feeling the potent vitality surge through his body along with the magic Elder Cywi channeled, the final Scarlet Crusader in the courtyard collapsed, and the party at last came to full realization.

The small squad soon arrived before the first boss, Houndmaster Loksey.

Boss Fang spoke up, "Let me explain how to fight this boss first. There's nothing difficult about him, so long as we keep a close eye on these three hounds."

Houndmaster Loksey was merely a minor boss with average individual strength, though his three hounds were somewhat troublesome.

With three hounds, the Mage could Polymorph one into a sheep, the Druid could cast Hibernate to put another to sleep, and they could focus fire on the last, making it a casual affair.

Thus, Fang Qi was heard instructing, "See those three hounds ahead? Mage, sheep one, then Druid, put one to sleep, and we focus down the rest."

"Got it?" Boss Fang asked.

"Put to sleep...?" Elder Cywi blinked, caught in a half-understanding. "I think I get it..."

"Pulling!" Boss Fang lunged forward with a dagger, a flash of cold steel striking the boss's vital spot in the blink of an eye.

Simultaneously, the Polymorph spell transformed one of the ferocious hounds into an innocent, harmless little sheep.

At this moment, Elder Cywi still made no move.

"Sleep!" Boss Fang reminded her.

"Oh! Right!" Having encountered absolutely no danger along the way, Elder Cywi's confidence was currently soaring.

"He is truly a master... just a few casual pointers, yet the improvement is monumental!"

Without a shred of hesitation, Elder Cywi lay flat down upon the ground!

Having waited ages without receiving any heals or any crowd control, Boss Fang suddenly turned his head and witnessed this scene: "???"

He cried out in a lost voice, "What are you doing?!"

"Sleeping."

Didn't you tell this Elder to sleep?

Lying on the ground, Elder Cywi spoke back, entirely lost in the clouds, seemingly finding nothing amiss with her actions.