Chapter 760: Hardcore Gameplay of Haunted House

"Don't panic when encountering problems. Stay calm and think openly. Maybe it's just some ordinary technical failure?"

Looking at the sisters who were gradually falling silent, Dorothy gave a dry laugh, trying to liven up the atmosphere.

It's just that everyone isn't stupid, and they aren't children anymore. Everyone had a count in their hearts about this obvious abnormal situation. However, to prevent the Home Witch from being embarrassed, the sisters still nodded dotingly.

Hmm, they really, I'm crying to death.

Dorothy was a bit speechless. She didn't joke anymore, but her expression became serious.

"Since the problem has already appeared, then saying anything more is meaningless. Let's do what we can first."

She said this.

"Then let's try to contact the outside world and call for rescue respectively."

The Home Witch said this while taking out her spell book from her pocket.

It's just that, as soon as she opened the spell book, there was no signal, which was not unexpected at all.

And this also made Dorothy frown.

Tsk, trouble. The problem is big.

Don't look at the fact that spell books are all over the street in the Witch World and think this thing is low-level. In fact, in most cases, spell books are the best way to contact others. After all, this thing is directly connected to the magic web.

The huge network of the magic web, which almost covers all known areas of the Western Universe, also ensures that you can almost go online anytime, anywhere, without the worry of no signal.

But now the signal of the magic web is broken.

This is very abnormal. After all, the magic web is the work of the Demon King, and it has always been personally managed by the Demon King. Who is so arrogant to dare to make trouble under the Demon King's nose?

For the matter of no signal, the only two explanations Dorothy can think of.

One is that this world is not in the coverage area of the magic web at all.

And the other is that a big shot took action, cleverly and reasonably blocking the magic web, and even let the Demon King not notice the abnormality.

Of course, there is actually a third possibility, which is that everything is Adi's pot, and that guy is watching the fun.

But this possibility is not big. That guy is already the King of Witches and is no longer the wanton and reckless "evil seed" little loli of the past. Should she be more mature?

Forget it. In short, no matter which possibility it is, things have become a bit troublesome. Dorothy only hopes it's not the second possibility. She doesn't want to be involved in any strange events again.

Of course, she wasn't too panicked. If this were on the edge of the front-line battlefield, Dorothy might still be a little nervous, but this is just a small world in a room, not to be feared.

If it weren't for the fear that her reaction would be too intense and break Miss Wendigo's game world, and she couldn't afford to pay for it, she would have directly flipped the table and released the senior sister now.

Do you understand the gold content of the future Fourth King? Hat Senior only needs to make a slight move, and she can directly break the bearing limit of this small world.

Balloon carrying an elephant, boom.

Because there is a way out, the heart is not panicked. Dorothy thought about it, then put away the spell book, and took out the last trump card from her pocket.

Judgment Order.

If it were a normal Judgment Order, it would actually be the same as a spell book, running on the magic web. Now that the magic web is disconnected, it is a piece of scrap iron, and even the spell slot function cannot be used normally.

However, Dorothy's Judgment Order is special. She can judge not only the world of the living but also the underworld.

The Home Witch held the token in her hand, trying to sense the Underworld, and the fact that there was still nothing on the opposite side made her truly put away her playful heart.

This is a more terrifying thing than the magic web disconnection.

If even the Underworld cannot cover this small world, it means that if you die here, your soul might not necessarily be able to go to the Underworld. Whether you can be resurrected is hard to say.

Although this might only be the shielding of Dorothy's perception, not really breaking the Underworld's protection, they can't afford to gamble on this possibility.

And later, the Home Witch tried various other means and found that almost all of them failed.

However, what made her feel at ease was that she found that one of the many talents she had, which was shining brightly, was still shining.

God above God.

This talent bestowed by the good sister was still in a state of being ready to be used at any time.

Hmm, the power of the sister-con is truly awesome, transcending distance and breaking through life and death in every sense.

Even though Dorothy had long decided not to use this talent unless it was a last resort, it had to be said that in a situation like this, nothing was more reassuring than this.

And after many attempts, she looked up at the sisters and found that everyone's situation was about the same as hers.

"No, I can't contact Golden Township. Even if I use Golden Township's internal channel, there is no reply."

Senior Mia shook her head, her face gloomy.

As a rich woman, she has many top-tier equipment on her, but she even moved out a small magic web signal tower just now, and it was still useless.

And even she, the Golden Princess, couldn't do anything, let alone others. Madeline, Audrey, and Alice all shook their heads helplessly.

Only Lucifiel showed a smile.

"Although I didn't contact successfully either, this is also a kind of success."

The Fallen Angel miss was being a riddle-maker.

And after everyone's questioning eyes gathered on her, she then said somewhat proudly.

"I am a clone, after all. And once a clone loses contact, how could the main body not sense it? I usually exchange and transmit memory data with the main body every ten minutes, and we have also agreed on various plans to prevent accidents. Once I lose contact, the main body will take action very quickly."

Lucifiel said this.

And everyone was stunned when they heard this explanation.

Ah, this, it turns out there is this trick that can be used?

Dorothy was stunned. She remembered her own Moon God clone, Little Five, who was also left outside in the Moon Rabbit World, and felt a bit embarrassed.

Look at other people's clones, exchanging every ten minutes. What about my clone?

Recalling the daily life of her own Moon God who was too lazy to pay attention to her, the main body, she scratched her head and silently shut up.

"Very good, as expected of you. Since there is external aid, let's find a place to settle down first. Come, Lucifiel, throw a branch."

To relieve the embarrassment, the Home Witch picked up a branch from the ground and handed it to the Fallen Angel miss.

In this situation of having no goal, wandering around like a headless fly is not a wise choice. At this time, the guidance of a prophet is very important.

Why are prophecy witches superior? It's because of this.

Divination to ask the way is a common operation.

If possible, Dorothy would like to perform it herself, but considering her divination that is sometimes effective and sometimes not, and once effective, it cannot be changed, she silently decided to give this performance opportunity to her sisters.

She was afraid that the small situation where everyone was just a little dangerous would be guided by her divination into a desperate situation of nine deaths and one life.

And looking at the branch handed over by the eldest miss, Lucifiel couldn't help but roll her eyes, but still reached out and took the branch.

Divination wand to ask the way is one of the most commonly used magic spells in the prophecy faction. Although basic, it is easy to use, from finding lost items to facing life-and-death choices.

The choice of life's path is nothing more than constantly turning left or right, isn't it?

Of course, you can also stubbornly choose to walk in the middle. This is naturally possible, but this kind of hero who can dominate their own destiny and open up new paths doesn't need the guidance of fate.

The Fallen Angel miss looked at the branch chosen by the eldest miss, and then her eyes lit up.

Hmm, so beautiful, such a straight branch. This is a top-tier spell material for divination.

It's just a pity that there is no magic web here, otherwise she would have taken a photo and posted it on Moments to make those old classmates envious and jealous.

No witch of the prophecy faction can refuse such a perfect wild branch.

It's just a pity that this kind of good thing can only be used locally.

Lucifiel thought regretfully.

In order to better link the guidance of fate, the spell materials of prophecy magic are often taken on the spot, such as branches and leaves seen on the roadside, water just taken from the river, or even snakes, insects, rats, and ants just caught.

These things that have always lived on this land have a natural connection with this land and this world. The spell materials of prophecy magic are this kind of connection, as for others, they are just carriers.

The Fallen Angel miss didn't think much either. She quickly emptied her mind and threw the branch in her hand casually.

She clearly didn't shake the branch or deliberately guide the direction of the branch, but the moment the branch left her hand, it rotated itself and finally pointed to a direction after landing.

North.

Everyone lowered their heads to look at the branch and then prepared to set off.

"Wait, don't fly. Why are you so extravagant? Keep your own magic power well."

Looking at the sisters who took out their brooms one after another, preparing to "Wuhu," Dorothy couldn't help but shout speechlessly.

Hmm, she often feels out of place with her sisters because of their unsparing squandering of magic power.

With everyone's power being suppressed now, you actually dare to waste your magic power to fly. Isn't this looking for death?

What if you don't have enough magic power when you encounter danger later?

But this doesn't seem to be everyone's fault. After all, not everyone is as "weak" as the Home Witch, and everyone has experienced magic power insufficiency (stinginess).

In the puzzled eyes of the sisters, she silently took out a wine bottle from her pocket, and the small mechanical white dragon in the bottle was yawning.

White Dragon Battleship, start.

Laugh to death, who would walk by themselves when they can take a car? Not to mention that this car is nuclear-powered. Use it hard.

It's just that, looking at Dorothy who was greeting everyone to board the ship, everyone couldn't help but feel speechless.

That... Dorothy, did you forget that we were originally here to play a haunted house adventure game?

God, driving a battleship to break into a haunted house, is this you scaring the ghosts, or the ghosts scaring you?

The sisters had a stomach full of complaints they wanted to spit out. However, since the situation was special and it was no longer just playing a game, everyone silently put the brooms back and silently boarded the ship.

Hmm, still that sentence: who would be willing to rush on the road in the wind and snow in the cold weather when they can blow the air conditioner, eat hot pot, and sing?

Just like this, under the artificial navigation of Lucifiel who threw a branch from time to time, the White Dragon Battleship soared into the sky and flew toward the distance.

And ten minutes later, in an ice fortress, Miss Wendigo raised her head and looked at the White Dragon Battleship descending from the sky, feeling dumbfounded.

The demon princess rubbed her eyes, suspecting that she was dazzled.

She had been opening the haunted house for some days. With the naughtiness of witches, what kind of players hadn't she seen?

But driving a battleship to break into a haunted house, this is really the first time she has seen it.

And what made her even more speechless was that after the battleship landed and the cabin door opened, the first thing that came out wasn't a person, but a charming fragrance.

Wendy is not a practitioner of the Gluttony Deadly Sin like sister Beelzebub, but when she smelled the smell, the gluttonous worms in her stomach still scrambled.

Damn, I'm really hungry.

"Miss Wendigo, do you want to come together? There is air conditioning inside, we are having hot pot."

Dorothy poked her head out of the cabin and waved at the silent little princess of the Demon King's family, inviting her enthusiastically.

Wendy really wanted to maintain the restraint a princess should have. She should have refused, and as a Wendigo witch, she didn't actually feel cold.

But there was no way, that hot pot was really too fragrant.

The Wendigo witch persisted for three seconds and finally gave up. She boarded the White Dragon Battleship.

It's just that...

As soon as she got on the ship, several magic wands of different shapes and lengths were already aimed at her.

"Name?"

Dorothy sat on the hot pot table, her hands clasped, supporting her chin, and the lenses of the black-rimmed glasses on her high and perfect nose reflected a chilling white light, and then...

And then it was fogged up by the heat of the hot pot.

Cough, cough, this is not the point. The point is that the momentum is there.

And the Wendigo witch looked at the witches around her who were looking at her with vigilance, and then looked at the Home Witch opposite, helplessly raising her hands high.

"Wendigo."

She answered like this, and then tried to explain.

"Dorothy, the situation now is very..."

Bang.

A magic bullet accurately hit the center of the Demon King princess's eyebrows, and then her tall body fell to the ground with a bang in the eyes of disbelief.

And Dorothy blew the heat on her fingers dashingly, then looked at the corpse on the ground slowly turning into an ice sculpture, and finally melting into a pool of water.

Tsk, why does everyone like to lie in front of her? She, a good child who never lies, can't see this.

And, although her clown and eldest miss vests were all dropped, the name Dorothy was not dropped. Only acquaintances know her name.

Damn, so this broken game really has a problem.

The Home Witch is speechless. ===== CHAPTER 761 =====

She answered this way, and then attempted to explain.

"Dorothy, the situation now is very—"

Bang.

A magic bullet accurately hit the center of the Demon King princess's brow, and then her tall body crashed to the ground amidst looks of disbelief.

Dorothy, meanwhile, coolly blew the heat off her finger, then watched the corpse on the ground slowly turn into an ice sculpture, eventually melting into a puddle of water.

Tsk, why do people always like to lie in front of her? As a good child who never lies, she simply cannot stand this.

Moreover, although her clown and eldest young lady disguises were both blown, the name Dorothy hasn't been exposed; only acquaintances know her name.

Damn, so this broken game really does have problems.

Home Witch is speechless.