"Tsk, the fog on the Changjiang River is a bit heavy today."
After a long time, when Dorothy's pupils regained focus, she thought so in her heart.
This can only be said that her inspiration was successful today but not completely successful. Although the divination was indeed successful, the picture quality she saw in the future vision was not as clear as the photos taken by the door lock.
The overly thick fog covered it up so much that she only saw some rather broken and hazy images.
One is the stage numbered 44, and the other is a tall figure with scarlet eyes and a lion-like snow-white mane. Her snow-white fur is dyed red with bright blood. 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 that could not be completely obscured by the mosaic quality, this should be someone she thought was there.
The kind of big sister with a good figure that she likes very much.
Great...
When she thought of this, Dorothy suddenly 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 otaku witch was slightly stunned.
It was a stage set up like a gladiatorial arena.
But the problem is, doesn’t what she wants this time be a maid who can help take care of the club’s station? Why are you giving me a combat-type servant? I won’t fight for the time being, so why do I need combat power? Or are you talking about maids these days?
If you don’t have some fighting ability, you can’t be a good person?
Dorothy couldn't help but have her head filled with questions.
"Tsk, let me just say that the law of accidents is not very reliable. What kind of thing is this stuffed into me?"
She complained in her heart, but after thinking about it, she chose to continue to wait and see. After all, she still had a certain degree of awe for fate.
It's just that the snow-white figure she just saw hasn't come on stage yet. There are two people performing a gladiatorial battle on the stage. One is a tauren girl with a strong body, strong muscles, but a cute face.
The other one was a centaur knight wearing a full set of heavy armor whose face could not be seen clearly, but judging from the structure of the breastplate, she was also a female knight.
Ah, this, a battle between cows and horses?
This made Dorothy happy and interested.
It's just that she got tired of looking at them. After all, the martial arts of these two people of different races seemed to others to be okay, but to her they were a bit too great. She now felt as if the immortal cultivators in the novel were watching them.
Just like the martial arts conference held by martial arts practitioners, this wave is a dimensionality reduction attack.
Can this be called an elite?
Dorothy couldn't help but feel speechless when she thought that those who could enter this exhibition area were all elites from different races.
Okay, now she has a new understanding of the gap between ordinary alien races and witches. This can no longer be described as a simple disparity. This is simply the difference between the thirty-third heaven and the eighteenth level of hell.
the gap between.
If Dorothy had to use one sentence to describe her feelings at this time, it would probably be: Stop, don't fight anymore.jpg
The two girls seemed to be fighting brilliantly, evenly matched. The Minotaur's totem pole was swinging like a tiger, and the centaur girl's knight spear was as fast as lightning. But in Dorothy's eyes, this was not a duel.
It was clearly two people dancing.
With a casual glance, she saw 32 mistakes in the tauren girl's stick skills, and saw that she missed 8 opportunities to defeat the opponent. The centaur girl's side was similar, with 17 mistakes and 9 missed opportunities.
The sight of Dorothy's blood pressure soared. Now she could suddenly understand why her own mother was so irritable and always hit people hard when she was giving them special training.
Alas, can watching chickens pecking each other be so effective in treating hypotension?
Thinking that her mother's reaction to her own fighting skills might be similar to how she felt watching the noobs pecking each other below, the witch suddenly felt a sense of guilt towards her own mother.
I'm sorry, Mom, I thought you had a bad temper, but I wrongly blamed you. Now it seems that you have such a good temper that you didn't kill people directly when you were training us rookies.
But at the same time, Dorothy suddenly became a little interested in the snow-white figure she saw in her future vision.
After all, this combat area was about to turn into a dance area. Seeing that their combat power was probably hopeless, fate led her to come here to find someone. It must be because her future servant must have other skills.
Bar.
Well, that must be the case.
Dorothy comforted herself so much that she was afraid that she would just change the channel if she couldn't help it.
Fortunately, the outcome of the following battle was quickly determined, and this wave was the victory of the tauren.
In the end, the Minotaur girl simply abandoned the totem pole, climbed up and threw the Centaur girl with an iron plate, then flipped on her back to win.
Really, this bull-headed girl may not be thinking about her broken stick, and she may have won early if she boxed. Her boxing talent is obviously much better than the stick method.
And when these two people went down and a new round of contestants came on stage, Dorothy looked at it again, and she couldn't help but feel a little disappointed in her eyes.
This time, one of the two parties was a thin and harmless rabbit-man, and the other was a harpy. There was no one Dorothy was looking for.
After all, judging from the silhouette of the character in the future vision, it seems that my destined person is a lion-man. But do the female lions of the lion-man tribe also have fluffy manes like male lions?
Weird.
While Dorothy was thinking wildly, the duel on the stage below had ended. When the witch came back to her senses and looked towards the stage, she only saw a bright full moon that was dissipating and the moon under the moon.
The blood-stained figure of a tall bunny girl with long hair as fluffy as a lion.
Dorothy: "???"
Good guy, I was just in a daze, what did I miss?
"Sister, look at stage 44. I found Pure White stained red with blood. She looks so strong."
Alice on the side pulled her sleeves and said with some surprise.
But Dorothy was too lazy to pay attention to her sister at this time. She just frowned and looked at the bunny girl and the increasingly hazy full moon above her head.
"Good guy, Wuhun?"
She said a little uncertainly.
"Let me go, Lionheart Rabbit according to the moon? Come on, Dorothy, this is the legendary top thug race, we will definitely win this wave."
Above Dorothy's head, Senior Hat also stretched out her tentacles and urged her in her ears.
Ah, this... ok...
Dorothy subconsciously controlled the crystal ball remote control and chose to vote.
