Have you ever been a witch? Take this fireball!

Chapter 162: Equipment Dropped

"What? Are you scared stiff?"

Faro retorted sarcastically.

Dorothy stood silently in the air, looking up at the Wrath of Thor in the sky.

This magic has locked down the entire surrounding space.

It's truly terrifying that such magic can be kept as a secret treasure.

But Dorothy showed no sign of panic.

Dorothy's indifferent attitude annoyed Farrow; this was the most powerful magic in their country!

Are you underestimating him?

At this moment, the enormous thunder hand in the sky had grown to be over a hundred meters in size.

"You'll regret this! Do it!"

At Farrow's command, the giant thunderous hand in the sky began to press down on Dorothy below.

The wind pressure created by the magic caused Dorothy's magic robes to flutter wildly.

Dorothy simply raised her right hand quietly, extending her index finger to aim at the sky above her.

Her action made Farrow burst out laughing.

In Farrow's view, Dorothy's decision not to even use her magic wand clearly indicated that she had given up resisting.

The magic within Dorothy's body was constantly being converted into abyssal magic.

The wrath of Thor, which appears terrifying to outsiders, poses little threat to Dorothy.

Thor's wrath did not make Dorothy feel any sense of oppression.

A wisp of blue magic began to gather at Dorothy's fingertips.

As the output of magic power increased, the magic power concentrated at the fingertips began to gradually grow larger.

In the blink of an eye, the ball of magic at Dorothy's fingertips had expanded from the size of a palm to the size of a carriage.

When faced with magic like Thor's Wrath, ordinary magic has lost its ability to counter it.

However, abyssal magic is the bane of normal magic.

"Annihilate, Demon Bullet!"

The abyssal magic made the magic bullet that Dorothy conjured even deeper in color, changing it from blue to purple.

Faro frowned slightly as he looked at the purple magic bullet.

"What is that?!"

The purple magic bullet exuded an unsettling aura.

This feeling made Faro extremely irritated, and he snorted coldly, "Hmph, bluff!"

In Farrow's eyes, Dorothy at this moment was nothing more than a dying struggle.

Dorothy opened her little mouth.

"Bang!"

He made an onomatopoeic sound.

The purple magic bullet shot directly into the sky and collided with Thor's Wrath.

There was no explosion.

But at this moment, the sky seemed to have been frozen in time.

The wind stopped blowing.

All sounds disappeared.

Faro's eyes widened; at that moment, he felt his scalp tingle and his back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

In his eyes, the invincible magic of Thunder God's Wrath, which was the heart of all the mages in the Blackrock Barbarian Alliance, was now beginning to crumble.

In the sky, the parts of Thor's Wrath that were touched by the purple magic bullet were quickly obliterated.

The once-stable magic began to crumble.

A hole instantly appeared in the center of the enormous thunderous hand.

At this moment, all the fighting in the City of Apprentices ceased, and everyone looked up at the sky.

The mages of the Blackrock Barbarian Alliance were filled with disbelief.

The magicians of the Apprentice City did not know what Thor's Wrath represented, but they knew how terrifying this magic was.

This magic has destroyed countless cities in the past.

It brought countless victories to the Blackrock Barbarian Alliance.

But at this moment, that victory was shattered.

It was shattered by some unknown magic.

The clash between the abyssal magic and the wrath of Thor in the sky continues.

While it may be called a collision, it was actually a one-sided crushing defeat by the abyssal magic.

Thor's wrath was simply no match for the magic of the abyss.

"No!"

Farrow stared wide-eyed, unable to believe what he was seeing.

At that moment, he looked as if his faith had collapsed, his face filled with disbelief.

Dorothy had not expected the destructive power of the Abyss magic to be so immense.

When in contact with normal magic, abyssal magic is like a heated iron ball, while ordinary magic melts instantly like ice that has been touched.

At this moment, Dorothy truly understood what Anna and Renee meant when they said the magic of the Abyss was dangerous.

The abyssal magic's performance was nothing short of that of a magical killer.

When faced with the magic of the abyss, a normal mage is like a helpless child.

In an instant, the immense pressure that had been hanging over the City of Apprentices completely disappeared.

The dark clouds that had gathered due to Thor's wrath had now completely dissipated.

Faro looked at Dorothy, who was shrouded in a magic robe, as if she were a monster.

"You—who are you?!" Farrow stared intently at Dorothy.

This kind of magic is definitely not something humans can master.

Such a monster is actually hidden in the City of Apprentices.

Farrow turned to Zorin and shouted, "Zorin! Go somewhere else, leave this to me."

Then Farrow turned to look at Dorothy, the person in front of him whom he was going to kill with his own hands!

He wants to master the magic that can break Thor's Wrath himself!

Without any hesitation, Zorin turned around and flew towards the Apprentice City below. He had long wanted to leave this battlefield.

The mysterious person in front of him was far beyond his ability to deal with.

If Faro hadn't been there, he would have run away long ago when faced with a powerhouse of this caliber.

Now that Farrow had taken the initiative to ask him to leave, Zorin felt a great weight lifted off his shoulders.

Dorothy turned her head slightly to watch Zorin leave.

"Look where you are! Your opponent is here!" Faro roared, waving his magic staff, and three lightning spears shot straight at Dorothy.

But Dorothy didn't even look at Faro; she simply waved her hand and threw a fireball.

When Faro's lightning spear flew in front of Dorothy, it was completely blocked by the magic shield.

However, Dorothy's fireball struck Zorin directly in the back.

boom!

Zorin didn't even have time to scream before he turned into a cloud of ashes in mid-air.

Dorothy only turned to look at Farrow after confirming Zorin's death.

When Farrow saw Dorothy turn to look at him, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

The arrogance and confidence he had shown at the beginning were nowhere to be seen on his face now.

"No, don't kill me! I am the third prince of the Blackrock Barbarian Alliance and the grandson of the Beast King. If you dare to kill me, you will not only make an enemy of the Blackrock Barbarian Alliance, but you will also be hunted down by the orcs."

Farrow also wanted to run away, but he didn't dare turn his back on Dorothy.

He had seen clearly what happened to Zorin.

If I turn around, I'll definitely be killed!

Dorothy tilted her head slightly.

"Threatening me?"

The thing she dislikes most is being threatened.

Before Farrow could even open his mouth to defend himself, Dorothy had already thrown a fireball at his face.

boom!

The fireball spell applied equally to all beings, giving Faro no chance to defend himself.

Thus ended the sinful life of the kingdom's third prince.

Dorothy clapped her hands in disgust.

"What kind of Third Prince orc grandfather is this? A half-blood bastard dares to talk so arrogantly in front of me."

This Farrow is young and incredibly strong, which is obviously related to his mixed-race heritage. He is indeed the youngest strongman Dorothy has ever met.

"what?"

Dorothy suddenly noticed that after Farrow was blown to smithereens, something was slowly drifting down to the ground from where he had just been.

This surprised Dorothy.

"I got a loot drop!"

The other party just said a lot to prove their illustrious status, and that this thing was actually not burned by the fireball spell, so it must be a good item!

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