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"Argh!"
"Hold him!"
Apothecaries held a soldier on the ground, and one pulled out a shrapnel from his shin before the priest radiated a green light that closed up the wound.
When they were done, the soldier, panting and sweating heavily, looked at the muscular-armed apothecaries.
The system had built them differently. They weren't like the weak-bodied ones that could be slammed aside by their patients.
Clad in their black garments, they look no different from the mages and priests. All magic class professionals wore black garments with the white sigil of a white wolf at their backs.
The mages held metallic staffs while the priests and priestesses held wooden staffs. The green gems on their priests'/priestesses' staffs were a lot more expensive than the foundation elemental crystals the mages used.
So far, most of the mages Aquila had trained had earth manipulation; only a few had fire and water, but none had air.