Living as a healer in the Nord World 110
Living as a healer in the Nord World chapter 110

Barley was under extreme stress. Reid is such a mess. It was a first in game history. Nevertheless, she tried to be as patient as possible, and to understand as much as possible.
First, it wasn’t a game right now, and secondly, it was everyone’s first situation. It’s my first time, so I can’t be perfect, even my country can’t be perfect. … .
The next thing that went against her nerves was the Saints’ profanity.
Eatya is doing well on her own, so I didn’t have to worry about it, but Oiri and Kohei, who are in charge of buffs, were the problem. The two kept missing the buff time. In severe cases, the buff was cut off for more than 30 seconds. He seemed to have forgotten to give at all.
“Buff! A shield!”
“Some Pippong Buff!”
“Congratulations!”
Dealers and tanks openly demanded a buff. Barley couldn’t stand it any longer and, in the end, said a word.
“People in charge of buffs. Please don’t break the buff! You keep talking!”
Oiri and Kohei both flinched at the sound of annoyed voices.
No, what. It’s not that I don’t give, it’s just that I give it to you. Would it be that annoying? The disgruntled Oiri grumbled inwardly.
However, the opponent was a high ranker, and he had a tough personality, so if he had to fight, it would be his loss, and Oeyri took care of himself and bowed his head. It was the opposite of the attitude he had shown to Lydian in the Fairy’s Labyrinth.
There was one more person who touched the heart of Barley. It was the Tarot of the Outlaws Guild.
She belongs to a mob party and is in charge of a secondary heel, but she was out of time. The timing of the spells and timings of the main healers continued to overlap with Tarotti’s ‘touch of the Goddess’. It was a meaningless waste of MP.
I wondered why, and unlike the limited and crying that memorizes spells while watching the main healers and other players, Tarotti was healing while looking at his HP gauge.
Even so, Tarotti was able to endure it because before the raid, Eight had already told him that he was a beginner in the field. Barial managed to suppress his anger and proposed to Yite.
“Eat. Two Saints in charge of one o’clock debuff. It looks like the two of them are busy building and building, so I’d rather send Tarotti-sama there. As for the auxiliary heel, I think Limited and Oh Yeol will be enough.”
Noticing that Dark Cloud and Hwanmong’s mouths were busy, Eat meekly agreed. In the end, Tarotti fell into the new construction team, and only Limited and Oh Yeol remained in the miscellaneous mob team to do auxiliary healing.
Since addiction must be unconditionally solved anyway, the ‘new construction’ rant was a good fit for Tarotti, who uses spells blindly. Tarotti was also looking more satisfied with how comfortable it was.
“Ah, that’s why you need to know your inclinations in advance.”
Boreal grumbled towards the guild masters who rushed through the raid. The whole situation was annoying, but it was fortunate that the other dealers didn’t go crazy.
Even when the eyeball mobs that could cause the most dangerous situation appeared, the long-distance dealers dealt with it at once.
Contrary to the concerns of the dealership, which was a bit weak, Livicus’ HP was also steadily decreasing.
Boreal looked at the general who was surprisingly good and stuck out his tongue. I thought it would be impossible for even one person to serve because it was so absurd, but it was perfectly showing the shadow hunter’s play of hitting and falling, including the use of stealth.
Well, he had less charisma than the careless play he had seen before, but the current general showed sufficient dignity as he was ranked 3rd. With this level of firepower, clearing would be enough even if there was a dagger, and Boreal comforted himself with that thought.
But soon after, the raid pattern began to change.
As previously afflicted with ONE and Legion, the lower the HP, the more frequent Livicus’ patterns and the duration per pattern gradually increased.
As the duration of the poison pole and sand pit patterns, which had to be run, grew longer, everyone was exhausted and their complexions turned pale.
As if to ridicule them with weak stamina, when the poison pole pattern was in full swing, Squall’s right eye and Hati’s right eye appeared unlucky.
As the strategy mentions that it was on the verge of annihilation due to the appearance of the eyeball mob in the pattern, Pink Fook quickly ordered a total attack on the long-distance dealers.
“An eyeball appears at one o’clock! Rangers, deal with the eyeballs first!”
However, since all the dealers were running away from the poison pole, they could not afford to cast spells and skills. The long-distance dealers spread all over the place were bewildered.
[Squall’s right eye absorbs the player’s MP.]
[Hati’s right eye absorbs the player’s MP.]
Players who had all their MP absorbed had no choice but to be devastated. Livicus’ poison poles were still roaming beneath the ground, and most of them were constantly losing HP due to the poison debuff.
A few quick to give up stopped running and met the approaching poison pole.
Meanwhile, Flew persistently ran away and stopped far away from the poison pole. And he began to shoot arrows at the eyeball monsters flapping in the air. Her valiant deeds lifted up long-distance dealers who had lost their will.
Archer’s No. 1 Pink Fook was not still. To set an example, he also got up and pulled the bowstring. The high attack power combined greatly reduced the HP of the eyeballs. Everyone’s eyes lit up with hope. Even Boreal, who was skeptical, looked at the MP gauge nervously, saying that he could revive himself.
“Oh, wait! Don’t come here!”
In the midst of a small scream, someone’s desperate cry resounded loudly. The direction he was looking at was Dagger, and Livicus was chasing after him, spouting poison poles. The complexion of the nearby Archers, including Pink Fook, who was attacking with concentration, became pale.
“Are you crazy?! What are you going to do if you go there now? Can’t you see the far-sighted people staring at you?!”
The barley grain, which was furious to the tip of his head, exclaimed coldly. In spite of the irritation, he raised his eyebrows and shouted again.
“crazy! Then what do you say to me? The trap has nowhere to go!”
Looking at the direction, that was also true. However, a player with good judgment would have chosen to commit suicide rather than interfering with a ranged player’s attack. Barley pounded my chest in tantrums.
The long-distance people who were striking their eyes had to be scattered. The eyeball mobs that had cut their HP by more than half flew to the center and cast various debuffs.
At the same time, Livicus, who finished the poison pole pattern, climbed up the rock and sprayed poison mist, then sprayed poisonous stingers in succession.
When the debuff bomb, poison mist, and poison sting damage combined, things got even worse.
Saints waited endlessly for the MP to fill up for the recovery spell, but they could not overcome the rapidly decreasing poisoning amount.
In the end, the tankers who were dragging the mobs couldn’t stand the poison and started to lie down first.
As the fixed aggro was released and the attacks of miscellaneous mobs that began to spread widely reached, deaths occurred one after another. At the barely filled MP, Boreal and Yite hurriedly turned their heels, but to no avail. Some were convinced that this version was wrong, so they ran far out of range and died from running out of HP along the way. As the seconds passed, only the corpses of the players piled up around them. This raid was nothing short of ruined.
“Ah, I’m fucking pissed off.”
Eat, who had been quietly healing, eventually stopped spitting out double swearing. The other Saints also stopped casting spells because they thought there was no way.
Boreal built up his pride and heeled until the end, but the moment he saw Kulbarski die, he let out an annoyed sigh and had to give up. And he looked at his HP dripping with resentment.
The first joint raid of the Sun, Outlaw, and Supermoon ended in vain.
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“X foot. Are you kidding me, really. Not a troll or what?”
“Isn’t that a spy sent by ONE?”
“Is your head really empty? Such a thing is also called a high ranker… … .”
“Ah, you guys can’t attack. I was just accepting that he was my uncle. Because of this, I cannot accept it. This is a real no-brainer.”
“I just don’t know. That’s Mr. Nose, so it’s even more rude.”
The players who were revived in front of the Midgard Gate burst into anger as soon as they opened their eyes. Most were outlaws and members of the Supermoon guild. He did not pinpoint who it was, but no one knew who the subject was.
In particular, the annoyance of remote dealers increased. Fleur of the Sun Guild, who took the lead and led the morale, was crying because he was upset. If I did well, I was able to catch the eyeballs and revive. It was natural to feel unfair because Takger suddenly brought Livicus and ended up being a dog.
At the same time, Tak-geor, who woke up in a booth, made a deep impression at the stinging eyes that were pouring on him. Still, he had a keen eye, so I could see that everyone was blaming me.
Oh, what. Did you go there because you liked me? Against him, who had been grumbling shamelessly, the barley grain that had just stood up rolled up his arms and ran towards him. Barley pointed at the scattered dagger.
“Hey! Are you crazy? Crazy? Do you know what you did? Why did you intervene without noticing and set a candle when you were able to catch it? uh?!”
Living as a healer in the Nord World chapter 110

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