House Witch

  Chapter 182 181. The legendary thug race

   "Tsk, the fog on the long river is a bit heavy today."

   For a long time, when Dorothy's pupils regained focus, she thought so.

  It can only be said that today her inspiration was rewarding but not completely rewarding. Although the divination was indeed successful, the picture quality she saw in the future view was not as clear as the photos taken by the door lock.

  The overly dense fog covered up too much, so that in the end she only saw some rather broken and hazy pictures.

One is the stage numbered 44, and the other is a tall figure with scarlet eyes and a snow-white mane like a lion. Her snow-white fur is dyed red with gorgeous blood, and the blood that stains the pure white is also the future The clearest thing in sight.

It's a pity that the fog was so thick that Dorothy didn't see the face of the unknown alien, but judging from the uneven figure whose mosaic quality was difficult to completely cover, it should be a A big sister with a good figure that she likes very much.

Great.

  Thinking of this, Dorothy cheered in her heart, and then quickly manipulated the crystal ball remote control to switch the stage to No. 44.

   "Ah, isn't this a combat zone?"

  When she saw the theme of this stage, the house witch was slightly taken aback.

  It was a stage arranged as an arena.

   But the question is, isn't what she wants this time a maid who can help take care of the club's residence? Why do you give me a servant of the combat department? I don’t want to fight for the time being, so why do I need combat power? Or is it that a maid these days can’t be a maid without some combat power?

  Dorothy couldn't help but have question marks all over her head.

   "Tsk, I said that the law of accidents is not very reliable, so what kind of thing has been stuffed into me."

  She complained in her heart, but after thinking about it, she chose to wait and see. After all, she still has a certain awe of fate.

It's just that the snow-white figure she saw just now hasn't entered the stage yet. Now there are two people performing a gladiatorial fight on the stage. The other is a centaur knight wearing a full set of heavy armor whose face cannot be seen clearly, but judging from the structure of the breastplate, this is also a female knight.

   Ah, this, the battle between the cow and the horse?

   This made Dorothy amused and a little interested.

It's just that I get tired of looking at her. After all, the martial arts of these two different races are not bad in the eyes of others, but they are a bit too much in her opinion. She now feels as if the cultivator in the novel is watching Like the martial arts conference held by martial arts practitioners, this wave is a dimensionality reduction blow.

   Can this be called an elite?

   Dorothy couldn't help being speechless when she thought that only the elites of different races could go to this exhibition area.

Okay, now she has a new understanding of the gap between ordinary aliens and witches. This can no longer be described as a simple gap. This is simply the gap between the 33rd heaven and the 18th hell. gap between.

  If Dorothy had to use one sentence to describe her feelings at this time, it would probably be: stop, stop fighting.jpg

The two girls seemed to be fighting brilliantly, evenly matched, the tauren wielding the totem pole vigorously, and the centaur girl's knight spear was as fast as lightning, but in Dorothy's eyes, this was not a duel. It was clear that the two were dancing together.

   With a casual glance, she saw 32 mistakes in the tauren girl's stick technique. Seeing that she missed 8 chances to defeat the opponent, and the centaur girl's side was similar, with 17 mistakes and 9 missed opportunities.

   Just watching Dorothy made her blood pressure soar. Now she can suddenly understand why her own mother was so irritable when she gave them special training, always beating people hard.

  Hey, it turns out that seeing chickens pecking each other can be so effective in treating hypotension?

  Reminiscing that my mother's fighting style might be similar to how I feel when I see the chicken pecking at the bottom, a feeling of guilt for her own mother suddenly surged in the house witch's heart.

  I'm sorry, Mom, Zhiqing thought you had a bad temper. I blamed you wrongly. Now it seems that you have a too good temper. When you were training us rookies, you didn't even kill people directly.

   But at the same time, Dorothy suddenly became interested in the snow-white figure she saw in her future vision.

After all, this battle zone is about to become a dance zone. Seeing that their combat power is probably hopeless, then fate still leads her to come here to find someone, it must be because her future servant must have some other skills Bar.

   Well, it must be so.

  Dorothy comforted herself so much in her heart that she was afraid that she would change the channel if she couldn't help it.

   Fortunately, the battle below was soon decided. This wave is the victory of the tauren.

  In the end, the tauren girl directly abandoned the totem pole, and when she went up, a person who threw the horse girl directly on her back and won the victory.

  Really, this bull-headed girl may not be thinking about her broken stick, and she may have won the boxing early. Her boxing talent is obviously much better than that of the stick.

   And when the two went down and a new round of contestants came on stage, Dorothy looked again, and she couldn't help feeling a little disappointed in her eyes.

  This time, one of the two parties was a thin and harmless bunny man, and the other was a harpy, and there was no one Dorothy wanted to find.

   After all, judging from the silhouette of the character in the future vision, the person I have a relationship with seems to be a lion tribe, but do lionesses of the lion tribe also have fluffy manes like male lions?

   Strange.

But when Dorothy was thinking wildly, the duel on the stage below was over. When the house witch came back to look at the stage, she only saw a bright full moon that was dissipating and the The blood-stained figure of a tall bunny girl with long hair fluffy like a lion.

  Dorothy: "???"

  Hey guy, I just stared blankly, what did I miss?

   "Sister, look at stage 44, I found Pure White who was stained red with blood, she looks so strong."

  Alice on the side tugged at her sleeves and said in surprise.

   But Dorothy didn't bother to pay attention to the younger sister at this time. She just frowned at the bunny girl and the full moon above her head which was getting hazy.

   "Good guy, Wuhun?"

   She said with some uncertainty.

   "I'll go, Zhaoyue Lionheart Rabbit? Come on, Dorothy, this is the legendary top fighter race, this wave must be won."

  On the top of Dorothy's head, the hat-senpai also stretched out her tentacles, urging her ear.

   Ah, this is fine

  Dorothy subconsciously manipulated the remote control of the crystal ball and chose to vote.

  Hot Witch Voting

   Tutu is so cute, come on, Qian Bao.

  (end of this chapter)