But this scene at this moment fell into the eyes of others, and its meaning was entirely different—

It seemed as if the other party had already predicted the outcome, and there was no need to take another look. Since they had already sent someone down to help them, there wouldn't be any other unexpected incidents below.

In everyone's hearts, this kind of confidence naturally was built on the trust in the strong abilities of their team members.

With such misunderstanding, the ground trembled slightly, and a gigantic creature passed through the forest, appearing right before them.

Only then did the group see that above the canopy was not an airship but a massive Grey Ridge Burden Beast pulling a floating platform with airbags suspended in the air.

It was still enough to shock them, as neither large beasts of burden nor floating platforms were things they could easily see in daily life, only occasionally during the passage of large caravan groups. It was even rarer for a team of Invokers to possess both.

Lan Wuxin raised his head and pondered for a moment. In his impression, before those large adventure groups migrated southwards, not a single such group could be found around these parts.

Is this an outside team? In the area around Masongke Creek's location, it wasn't difficult to see outside teams, but at this time of the year, such luxurious setups were indeed rare.

Lan Wuxin was still a bit uncertain, but others finally reacted, running towards the platform. On the back of the Grey Ridge Burden Beast appeared a big cat, which tossed down a roll of soft ladder—

Reed's voice pierced through the wind and snow, shouting to the people: "Injured first, is anyone unable to move?"

The people below shook their heads. Some were injured but not incapacitated. Yet their eyes were filled with amazement—everyone knew Rotao's Lion People; the Wilderness People were extremely rare in Colin Ishurian.

And shortly thereafter, Atira's figure appeared there, glancing below, her rare emerald green eyes and wheat-colored skin tone, along with unique ear pattern markings, all confirming her identity.

A Forest Elf.

She didn't speak, but jumped down from Mr. Greyrock's back to examine the injuries of the group. The others couldn't help but feel flattered for a moment, having such a beautiful Lady Elf to care for them, which was a once-in-a-lifetime occasion.

There were over two thousand permanent residents at Masongke Creek, of which only one-third were adventurers, and among these adventurers, healers and other supporting professions were few and far between; otherwise, they wouldn't have to find an Alchemist to join this temporary adventure.

Among the healers, two-thirds were affiliated with the guild, and the remaining ones were so rare that even a dog as a healer would be male, and the few slightly more attractive female healers and better-skilled ones were all regulars in famous groups, where would they get the chance to invite such healers?

Lan Wuxin, meanwhile, observed more meticulously, distinguishing easily between Atira's spell filled with natural magic power and Milaila's divine life strength. And being a Forest Elf, a Druid, besides being a devotee of Ameya, it was scarcely possible otherwise.

Yet a Unicorn Girl was so rare, a team with such unique professions could hardly be ordinary, which further cemented his thoughts—this undoubtedly was a team with some background.

Of course, speculation was just speculation; Lan Wuxin still stepped forward to thank them.

Atira merely waved her hand, signaling them to get onboard and talk—though the Corpse Ghosts had temporarily retreated, the forest was far from safe.

The Alchemist at the back finally sighed in relief, as he longed to get on the ship. During the previous combat, he was scared half to death; had these people not arrived timely, he might have been zombie chow.

The team captain, who seemed incompetent to him, was still dawdling here. If it weren't for Atira's breathtaking presence, he'd feel uneasy venting in front of such a beautiful Elf Girl; he almost couldn't help himself from complaining aloud.

Yet as everyone climbed the soft ladder one by one, the Alchemist unexpectedly found that the Elf Girl specifically helped him up, causing a flutter in his heart, thinking perhaps she saw him differently.

After all, he was an Alchemist. Who wouldn't welcome an Alchemist accompanying the team?

But little did he know, this was because Fang Hong always climbed rope ladders so clumsily, leaving the Elf Miss with an impression—that without extra care, the Alchemist might easily fall halfway.

After everyone boarded the ship, the first thing they saw was Gita—standing slightly awkward with a massive pair of exaggerated glasses on one hand and clutching a heavy book in the other—a young girl. When they spotted the metal-bound book in Gita's hands, they couldn't help but gasp.

Only then did they realize that the one who had cast the 'Ice Wall' spell wasn't the Elementalist they imagined—rather, it was the Natural Historian. People almost doubted their sight, and after exchanging glances with their captain, realized it was true.

A profession almost exclusively existing in legends.

The fame of this profession in Eteliria was only second to the Combat Artisan and was much rarer than the latter.

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