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Chapter 82 Power Far Surpassing that of Advanced Warriors

Elor opened her eyes.

The sword light was so bright it was impossible to open my eyes.

"Dorothy!"

The first thing she did when she opened her eyes was to anxiously call out Dorothy's name.

However, after they took a closer look at the scene before them, both Elor and Lyons widened their eyes in surprise.

Leona hesitated for a moment, "This...this was made by Dorothy?"

Elor shook her head; she didn't know either.

Because a large crater appeared in the campsite in front of them.

All that remained around the large pit were broken vines and wood chips.

The original rotten tree person is now only half a tree stump.

Dorothy stood on the half-tree stump, her body enveloped in a layer that seemed to burn with magic.

Leona looked at Dorothy, who was holding a longsword in one hand and standing on the corpse of the rotten tree man, and her beautiful eyes sparkled with a strange light.

"Magic materializes and is released to protect the body, advanced warrior..."

"Advanced warrior?" Elor asked, somewhat surprised.

"That's right, advanced warriors. In order to obtain a more powerful physique, powerful warriors will further compress magic into their muscles, bones, and internal organs, thereby combining it with their own life force."

"Therefore, in addition to their powerful physical abilities, advanced warriors are also protected by a layer of magical aura during battle."

Leona hadn't expected Dorothy to be a high-ranking warrior.

Elor was even more surprised.

Then she suddenly seemed to remember something.

"So the reason Dorothy has such high magical power is because she is a high-ranking warrior, which is why she possesses such powerful magic!"

Elor suddenly found an excuse for Dorothy's high magical power.

Leona's expression was somewhat complicated.

"Dorothy is really quite terrifying..."

She looked at Dorothy's face, at her small, thin body and youthful face, and realized she looked three or four years younger than herself and Elor.

But he's actually a high-level warrior!

This kind of talent is beyond genius; it's terrifying!

Dorothy stood on the corpse of the rotten tree spirit, looking down at the magic core embedded in the tree stump.

"A third-tier magic core is worth quite a bit of money."

After taking out the magic core, Dorothy looked around at the burning tents and then gazed at a shadowy corner.

"Hey, Fisher, you're still alive, aren't you?"

When his name was called, Fisher emerged from the shadows, clutching his shoulder.

Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, and her left arm hung limply.

"He won't die yet."

Fisher stared at the remaining remains of the Tree Man with a complex expression.

If you had told me you were a high-level warrior, why would I have run away?

However, there are some things that should not be said when facing high-level warriors.

and……

Fischer stared at the massive crater beneath the rotten tree; the power of that crater didn't seem like something a high-level warrior could create...

She knew high-level warriors; that old man with the red shield had been at the high-level warrior level for decades, and Fischer had seen him fight several times.

But the commotion it caused was nowhere near as exaggerated as Dorothy's!

While a high-level warrior may not be as destructive as a high-level mage, a powerful slash can still instantly blow up a house.

However, the pit beneath Dorothy's feet was at least 100 square meters in size, with a depth of half a meter to one meter around the perimeter and three meters in the core area.

I feel like even a great warrior might not be able to create such a big crater.

Wanting to get back here, Fisher immediately put on a fawning expression and ran to Dorothy.

However, due to the range of motion, it seemed to have aggravated her injury, causing the ingratiating expression on her face to become somewhat distorted.

"My lord, I knew this damned monster was no match for you! Hiss!"

At the end, Fisher gasped.

Dorothy nodded slightly when she saw that Fisher was still alive.

"I'm glad you're still alive. I was hoping you could take me to find the Dark Elves."

"Uh, yes." Fisher's lips twitched.

Dorothy glanced at the longsword in her hand.

This is just an ordinary iron longsword, with poor magic transmission rate and load-bearing capacity, and its surface is now covered with cracks.

Ordinary swords cannot withstand the full force of a high-level warrior's attack.

Of course, there might be another reason, which is that Dorothy's control over her magic is not actually very good.

She felt the magic power within her body had dwindled to half!

Logically speaking, this is absolutely impossible. The Lion Slash sword technique is not particularly advanced, and he had only unleashed two powerful magical slashes.

She jumped off the remains of the rotten tree spirit and walked towards Elor and the others.

Elor ran excitedly to Dorothy and hugged her tightly, exclaiming, "Dorothy! You're so strong!"

The moment Dorothy was lifted up by Elor, she casually tossed the longsword in her hand to the ground.

Instantly, something soft pressed against Dorothy's face.

Elor hugged Dorothy and jumped up and down happily.

"So strong! Really so strong!"

You could tell that Elor was genuinely happy.

Dorothy smiled, her arms outstretched, unsure whether she should hug Elor.

But at that moment, Leonse came over and suddenly hugged her and Elor tightly.

"Hehe, since Dorothy is a high-level warrior, then we don't need to worry about encountering danger in the Toughwood Forest."

Dorothy felt somewhat helpless upon hearing Leonce's words.

Why is this guy saying the same things as Elor about planting a flag?

It's just the level of a high-level warrior; it doesn't mean they're invincible.

Seeing how happy the two were, Dorothy didn't say anything discouraging; she simply reached out and patted them on the back.

"Let me go first. There's still a beast tide outside, the camp walls are broken, and we need to be wary of monsters that might come in at any time."

At this moment, Fischer, who was standing to the side, reminded him: "Well, as long as the corpse of the rotten tree person is here, no magical beasts will come in."

"Although the intelligence of those magical beasts clearly decreased during the beast tide, they were still afraid of dying."

"So there's no need to worry about monsters breaking in later."

After giving the warning, Fischer asked cautiously, "Um, sir, can I go and dig my men out of the rubble now? Or can I put out the fire, otherwise it will burn down the whole camp in a bit?"

Dorothy waved her hand casually and said, "Okay, go ahead."

With a smile on his face, Fisher slowly retreated and began to gather his surviving men to extinguish the fire in the camp. Then, he dug out the bodies and threw them all into the pit outside to be burned.

Elor looked at the busy Fischer, noticed the other's arm hanging limply, scratched his head, and walked up to him: "Hey, let me see your arm."

Fischer paused for a moment, then chuckled and said, "It's just a minor injury, only swollen. No bones are broken. You'll be able to move again after a while."

Elor frowned: "I told you to show it to me, so show it to me."

Seeing how determined Elor was, Fischer didn't force him and moved closer to Elor sideways.

Elor gently touched him, and Fischer winced slightly in pain.

A little while later.

"There's no bone damage. Here, take this healing potion and drink it." After a quick check, Elor took out a bottle of healing potion, handed it to Fischer, and then turned and left.

Fischer looked at the potion in his hand, bit off the stopper with his teeth, and drank all the potion inside.

Then she felt a warm current flowing towards her injured shoulder.

In just a moment, she regained feeling in her arm and was able to raise it shakily.

The results were surprisingly good!