Chapter 177: The Legendary Thug Race

"Tsk, the fog on the river of time is a bit thick today."

After a long time, when Dorothy's pupils regained focus, she thought to herself.

This can only be said that her intuition gave her face today but not completely. Although the divination was successful, the image quality she saw in the future vision was not as clear as a photo taken by a door lock.

The overly thick fog obscured too much, so she only saw some quite fragmented and hazy images.

One was stage number 44, and the other was a tall figure with scarlet eyes and snow-white mane like a lion. Beautiful blood-red stained her snow-white fur, and that smear of blood staining the purity was the clearest thing in this future vision.

It's a pity that the fog was really thick, so Dorothy didn't see the face of that unknown alien race. But judging from the figure that even the mosaic image quality couldn't completely obscure, this should be a big sister with a great figure that she likes very much.

Yay...

Thinking of this, Dorothy let out a cheer in her heart and quickly manipulated the crystal ball remote control to switch the stage to number 44.

"Ah, isn't this the combat area?"

Seeing the theme of this stage, the Home Witch paused slightly.

It was a stage set up as a gladiatorial arena.

But the problem is, didn't she want a maid who could help manage the club's residence this time? Why are you stuffing a combat-type servant to me? I'm not fighting for now, what do I need combat power for? Or is it that maids these days can't be maids without some combat power?

Dorothy couldn't help but be full of question marks.

"Tsk, I said the Law of Surprise is unreliable. What kind of thing did this stuff me with?"

She complained in her heart, but after thinking about it, she chose to continue watching. After all, she still held a certain awe for fate.

However, at this time, the snow-white figure she had just seen hadn't appeared on stage yet. The two people currently performing gladiatorial combat on the stage were a sturdy, muscular, but cute-faced minotaur girl, and a centaur knight wearing a full set of heavy armor whose face couldn't be seen. However, judging from the structure of the breastplate, this was also a female knight.

Ah, a battle between a cow and a horse?

This made Dorothy happy and interested.

However, as she watched, she got bored. After all, the martial arts of these two alien races were okay in the eyes of others, but in her eyes, they were too weak. Her feeling now was like a cultivator in a novel watching a martial arts conference held by people practicing martial arts—this was a dimensionality reduction strike.

This can also be called elite?

Thinking that those who can enter this exhibition area are elites among alien races, Dorothy couldn't help but be speechless.

Fine, she now 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 gap between the Thirty-Three Heavens and the Eighteenth Layer of Hell.

If Dorothy had to use one sentence to describe her feelings now, it would probably be: "Stop, don't fight anymore. jpg"

These two girls seem to be fighting very excitingly and evenly matched. The minotaur's totem pole is waving with great momentum, and the centaur girl's knight lance is as fast as lightning. But in Dorothy's eyes, this is not a duel at all; this is clearly two people dancing awkwardly.

Her eyes just glanced casually and she saw 32 mistakes in the minotaur girl's stick technique, watching her miss 8 opportunities to defeat her opponent. The centaur girl was about the same, with 17 mistakes and 9 missed opportunities.

This just made Dorothy's blood pressure soar. She suddenly understood why her own mother was so irritable and always used heavy hands to hit them when giving them special training.

Sigh, so watching "chickens pecking at each other" can be so effective in treating low blood pressure?

Associating her mother's feelings when watching her own combat arts with her current feelings watching the "chickens pecking at each other" below, a sense of guilt toward her own mother suddenly surged in the Home Witch's heart.

I'm sorry, Mom. I thought you had a bad temper before. It was my fault for blaming you. Now it seems you have too good a temper, not using your hands to kill us directly when training us bunch of "chickens."

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

After all, the combat area is almost becoming a "dance area." Seeing that their combat power is probably hopeless, and fate still guided her to come here to find someone, it must be because her future servant definitely has some other special skills.

Yes, it must be like this.

Dorothy comforted herself in her heart, fearing that she wouldn't be able to help but change the channel directly.

Fortunately, the battle below soon decided the winner. This wave was the minotaur's victory.

In the end, the minotaur girl simply abandoned the totem pole, went up, and used a hug-throw followed by an iron plate to throw the centaur girl over, winning the victory.

Really, if this minotaur girl didn't care about her broken stick and started boxing early, she might have won earlier. Her boxing talent was clearly much better than her stick technique.

And when these two went down and a new round of contestants came on stage, Dorothy looked again, and couldn't help but feel disappointed.

This time, one side was a thin rabbit-man who looked harmless, and the other was a harpy. There was no one Dorothy wanted to find.

After all, judging from the silhouette in the future vision, her "fated person" seemed to be a lion-man. But speaking of which, do female lions of the lion-man race also have fluffy manes like male lions?

How strange.

And just when Dorothy was letting her imagination run wild, the duel on the stage below had ended. When the Home Witch came back to her senses and looked at the stage, she only saw a bright full moon dissipating and the blood-stained figure of a tall bunny girl with long hair as fluffy as a lion under the moon.

Dorothy: "???"

Good heavens, I just spaced out for a moment, what did I miss?

"Sister, look at stage 44 quickly. I found the 'pure white stained red by fresh blood.' She looks so strong."

Alice beside her tugged at her sleeve and said with some surprise.

However, Dorothy was too lazy to pay attention to this sister at this time. She just frowned and looked at the bunny girl and the increasingly hazy full moon above her head.

"Good heavens, Martial Soul?"

She said, not quite sure.

"My god, Moon-Illuminated Lion-Heart Rabbit? Go quickly, Dorothy, this is the legendary top-tier thug race. This wave must be taken."

Above Dorothy's head, Senior Hat also stretched out her tentacles and urged her in her ear.

Ah... fine...

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

... Home Witch voting.... ===== CHAPTER 178 =====