Have you ever been a witch? Take this fireball!

Chapter 71 The Forest of Toughwood

Noon the next day.

The three of them finally saw a neat, dark forest in the distance.

"Is that the Beneathwood Forest? I'm already feeling a bit uneasy."

Elor rubbed his shoulders with his hands.

Of course, this was just her subjective feeling; in reality, neither Leonce nor Dorothy felt any discomfort.

After all, they aren't using magic right now.

Dorothy looked at the dark forest in the distance and patted Elor on the shoulder.

"Elor, stop for a moment."

"Um?"

Although she felt puzzled, Elor tightened the reins and brought the camel to a stop.

Dorothy then jumped off the carriage and ran off into the distance.

"Hey? Dorothy, where are you going?"

Elor reached out and called out.

Dorothy simply waved her hand. "I won't go far. I'll be back soon!"

Dorothy gradually ran away, getting one hundred meters, two hundred meters, three hundred meters away from the carriage.

Gradually, the carriage shrank to the size of a matchbox.

Elor's carriage was parked by the roadside, and other caravans' carriages could be seen behind it.

Once she felt she was far enough away, Dorothy stopped.

She opened her small mouth and slowly exhaled.

The magic within his body was flowing slowly.

Dorothy focused her mind.

"Gather, flames!"

Dorothy raised her left hand, and as she chanted the incantation, the magic circuit for the fireball spell was completed, and the magic power within her body was continuously transformed into fire element.

Just as the fireball spell was about to be successfully cast.

Dorothy noticed that a chaotic magical force had seeped into the completed spell circuit.

In an instant, the originally complete loop became flawed.

Dorothy could feel the flame she had just lit in her hand beginning to burn and become chaotic.

If that flaw is fixed now, the magic can be successfully cast.

However, Dorothy is no longer able to do it, and it's too late.

She immediately stopped channeling magic and threw the unfinished fireball out of her hand.

boom!

The enraged fireball exploded in mid-air, sending waves of heat radiating outwards.

Dorothy's hair was blown about wildly.

The power of the violent fireball was much stronger than the fireball spell that Dorothy herself had cast.

Because it was mixed with other magical powers.

After the experiment, Dorothy found out.

He was unable to cast spells in the Resilientwood Forest.

They were still some distance from the Beneath the Wood Forest, and her control over magic had already decreased. Once they actually reached the Beneath the Wood Forest…

With that thought in mind, Dorothy abandoned the idea of ​​using magic in the Gritwood Forest.

Dorothy turned and went back to the carriage.

Elor immediately moved closer to her and asked in a low voice, "What just happened? Were you in danger?"

Lyons, sitting in the carriage, also cast a concerned glance.

Dorothy shook her head.

"No, I just wanted to test if I could successfully cast the spell."

Elor nodded upon hearing this.

"So, judging from the explosion just now, you failed?"

There's no need to hide it.

"Yes, I used my best and most familiar fireball spell, but it still went out of control just as the magic was about to take shape."

Elor laughed and said, "It's alright, this is just how the Resilient Wood Forest is."

Dorothy looked up at the grinning Elor and asked, somewhat puzzled, "Aren't you worried at all about not being able to use magic?"

Elor smiled mysteriously.

"Don't worry. If magicians can't cast spells just because of this, then why do we even need to learn magic?"

Dorothy blinked.

Judging from this, it seems that Elor has a way to successfully cast the spell.

Aren't you worried about the impact of the Gorgon Forest?

Dorothy braced her hands on the carriage and jumped onto it with a little effort.

With a hint of confidence on her face, Elor said half-jokingly, "If Dorothy would like to call me 'older sister,' I'll share this little secret with you."

Elor opened her expectant emerald eyes, hoping to see Dorothy look embarrassed.

Dorothy's eye twitched when she heard Elor's words.

However, she is very mature psychologically, and even quite shameless.

So Dorothy clasped her hands to her chest and cried out in a soft voice, "Sister Elor, I want to know, please."

As she spoke, she deliberately brought her face closer to Elor and blinked her big, watery eyes.

At this moment, Elor felt her face stiffen.

Rumble!

The sound of a rushing river seemed to echo in my mind.

Elor bit her lower lip with her teeth.

That's so unfair! She's so cute!

Elor had not expected Dorothy to be so lethal.

Right now, she just wants to hug this adorable, unaware creature tightly and rub it against her.

However, in the end, Elor resisted the temptation and impulse.

She licked her slightly dry lips.

"That is actually using alchemical tools to enhance one's mental strength and control over magic."

"And I should be the only one who can use the item successfully."

As she spoke, Elor glanced at Leonse.

"If Leona were to use it, she would probably burn the item after only two uses at most."

"Dorothy, your magic is very strong, and your strength is not enough, so your control over magic will be even worse. If you use that item, it may be completely destroyed after one use."

Dorothy nodded in understanding.

It turns out they used equipment.

That's true, what kind of mage doesn't use equipment?

The magic robes they're wearing now are also equipment worn to protect themselves.

"Alright, let's move on then."

After Dorothy learned the answer, her expression returned to calm.

Elor felt a pang of regret.

She really wanted to keep seeing Dorothy act cute.

However, just as Elor was preparing to continue driving the camel on its way...

Leonce spoke.

"Don't leave yet, you two come in here for a moment."

Although she didn't know what it was about, Elor put down the reins and climbed into the carriage.

Dorothy followed her inside and pulled down the carriage curtain.

Leona let the two of them into the carriage together; she must have something to say.

After Elor and Dorothy entered the carriage.

The two women saw Leonth lay out a set of lightweight leather armor.

Leons pointed to the leather armor and said, "Once you put on this gear, your current identity will be that of mercenaries traveling the world."

"Moreover, in the Toughwood Forest, mercenaries are less conspicuous than mages."

Elor obediently started changing her clothes.

Dorothy turned her face away, wanting to say, "Look at the three of them now."

Two beautiful women with distinct styles, plus a stunted little boy—it's hard for them not to attract attention.

Whether you're a magician or a mercenary, it seems there's no difference after you go there.

"Oh, Dorothy, could you get me those pants over there?"

Suddenly, Elor stretched out a fair, delicate arm in front of Dorothy.

"..."

Dorothy bent down, picked up the pants from the ground, and handed them to Elor.

During the procurement process, Leona had already purchased several sets of adventurer outfits that facilitated movement.

At this point, she took everything out and started changing herself.

Inside the cramped carriage, Dorothy didn't know where to look.

At this moment, Elor urged, "Dorothy, you should change too! Don't worry, I personally picked out your clothes; they'll fit perfectly!"