Have you ever been a witch? Take this fireball!

Chapter 76 One Idea

Clang!

The sound of metal sliding rang out.

In the camp, the other people who were originally idle were now tense.

Some people even lifted the curtain and came out.

There were also some people watching the spectacle with smiles on their faces.

A quick glance revealed hundreds of people with malicious intent in their eyes.

"go back."

The guard simply said indifferently.

With so many people, Dorothy really had no way to deal with them.

She didn't say anything harsh; she just tugged on the reins, making the camel turn around.

After Dorothy parked the carriage, Elor climbed out and asked with a worried look on her face, "So what do we do next?"

Dorothy's expression was very calm.

"If they won't let us leave, then we'll just stay here."

"Huh?" Elor was taken aback.

"It means exactly what it says, stay here."

Dorothy repeated her words again.

"But what about the beast tide?" Elor was still a little worried, and she glanced back at Leonse.

Leons slowly raised her head. "If all else fails, I will intervene as a last resort."

Leonce seemed to have made up her mind; she would never let anything happen to Elor and Dorothy here.

Dorothy simply waved her hand at this.

"You're all too serious. Look at those fearless guys, do they even look a little worried about the beast tide?"

As Dorothy extended her finger, Elor and Lyons looked around.

Indeed, everyone in this camp looked relaxed, or perhaps they were just relaxed, having witnessed too much life and death.

Of course, the main reason Dorothy was so calm was the strength of this camp.

The strongest one is naturally that woman named Fisher.

Her strength is indeed among the best of intermediate-level warriors.

But he is still only a mid-level warrior, not a high-level warrior.

Dorothy's swordsmanship reached level 25, placing her in the upper-middle tier among intermediate warriors.

Including her own magic power and attribute point bonuses, she could easily face seven or eight intermediate warriors at the same time.

Moreover, Fischer said the beast tide would break out in the next two days, but that was just a prediction.

The actual time of occurrence is uncertain.

If Dorothy's swordsmanship had reached level 30 before then, she would be a true high-level warrior.

When the time comes, facing those intermediate warriors in the camp, they'll be one-shotted with a single sword strike.

Moreover, there are only about twenty intermediate-level warriors in this camp; the rest are junior warriors, or even apprentices.

Dorothy didn't want to clash with those guards because she was worried about others taking advantage of her.

When fighting against an opponent of the same level, it is very difficult to defend against someone shooting you from behind.

So Dorothy chose to back down and go along with what the other person wanted.

She doesn't care about temporary setbacks.

Anyway, her strength is increasing every day. For example, right now, she is at the same level as the other warriors in these camps.

But five days later, the soldiers in these camps could only crawl on the ground and lick her shoes.

If she waits another ten days, the people here won't even be qualified to lick her shoes.

This is what accumulation is all about!

Dorothy has accumulated enough power for now; it's time for her to unleash her potential!

Elor and Lyons clearly did not understand Dorothy's mindset.

After making up her mind to protect Elor and Dorothy, Lyons locked herself in the carriage to prepare for the arrival of the beast tide.

She needed to ensure that she could unleash the power of a high-level mage when the beast tide came, even if only temporarily.

Although Elor tried to meditate and temporarily improve her strength, the chaotic magic in the Resilient Wood Forest kept interfering with her, making it impossible for her to cultivate in peace.

Then she saw Dorothy leaning lazily against the carriage, looking quite content, flipping through her spellbook, seemingly not worried at all about the impending beast tide.

"Dorothy, aren't you worried about the upcoming beast tide?"

No.

"So you're not going to continue practicing swordsmanship?"

"No need."

"So you're reading magic books to learn new magic?"

"No, it's just to kill some time."

"..." Elor covered her head with both hands, now she really couldn't understand what Dorothy was thinking.

Just a few days ago, Dorothy was practicing her swordsmanship like crazy, as if time was of the essence.

But after that period of time, he suddenly stopped practicing swordsmanship and started looking through magic books.

But lately I've become less enthusiastic about reading magic books.

Even if it's just a fleeting interest, it wouldn't change Dorothy's attitude as quickly.

Elor looked intently at Dorothy's face.

"Back in the City of Apprentices, you seemed to be the same way. Every time you were interested in a certain magic, you would go to a class for a couple of lessons, and then never go again, and switch to a new magic class to learn."

"Did you really learn anything from this?"

Dorothy turned a page of the spellbook in her hand and replied languidly, "Maybe? Maybe not."

Elor slapped his face with his left hand, somewhat speechless.

"Whether you've learned anything or not, you know it yourself. Why are you asking me?"

However, Dorothy's meddling actually eased Elor's anxiety considerably.

She crouched down beside Dorothy, cupping her cheeks in her hands.

He also stopped chatting with Dorothy.

He just quietly watched Dorothy's profile.

Suddenly.

"Dorothy, I've noticed something, your eyelashes are so long."

"That's what Elor said."

Hearing this, Dorothy finally lifted her head from the magic book.

She met Elor's gaze.

At this moment, Elor blinked her innocent eyes.

Dorothy sighed. "Miss Elor, do you know what you're saying? That's a very problematic statement."

"Huh?" Elor exclaimed in confusion.

"Forget it, I don't think the patrol team will come to arrest you even if I report it."

Dorothy closed the spellbook and patted Elor on the head.

"You seem to have a lot of free time. I happen to have some ideas, let's give it a try."

Elor held the magic book above her head with both hands, hunched her shoulders, and asked cautiously, "What do you want to try?"

Dorothy got up.

"You and Leona were making magical items in the carriage, right? Show them to me now."

Although it was strange, Elor still took out a piece of ore and handed it to Dorothy.

Dorothy held the ore in her hand.

With her level 10 general magic, she could understand what Elor was making.

"Let me see. This is a rune representing the fire element, and this is a condensed rune, so it's a one-time fireball spell?"

Elor nodded proudly. "That's right."

Dorothy continued to observe, "There's a magic circuit around the rune, it's so short, the magic stored in it is only at the apprentice level."

Elor was somewhat displeased.

"In this godforsaken place, it's already quite good that you were able to create a fireball spell that stores this much magic power, so don't be picky."

Dorothy shook her head and weighed the ore in her hand.

She reminded her:

"Since the magic here isn't stable enough, why not make a stable fireball spell instead of an explosion spell?"