Have you ever been a witch? Take this fireball!

Chapter 41 Ambush in the Swamp

The poisonous fog is just the most obvious and easiest trap to deal with in the Silent Swamp.

The real danger often lies hidden in places that cannot be seen.

pop~

In the muddy swamp, a bubble suddenly burst.

A long boot trampled down the weeds.

"Pah! Where did those three young women go?"

Although he wore a bandage soaked in medicine over his mouth, his distinctive red hair gave him away.

It was Wolf, the mercenary who had been following Dorothy and the others.

"How should I know? Isn't tracking your forte? What? Did you mess up this time?"

The bearded mercenary frowned and pressed the gag in his mouth with his hand.

"Hurry up and search, don't waste time. We don't have enough antidote, we need to get out of here before it takes effect."

Wolf frowned, his sharp eyes scanning back and forth across the swamp.

At that moment, the mud beneath his feet suddenly began to move.

Then a red line shot straight toward Wolf's neck.

brush!

A cold light flashed.

Wolf held a scimitar in his hand.

The red thread was cut and fell into the swamp, twisting and turning.

"Hmph! Trying to escape? Crescent Slash!"

Wolf looked down at the completely still swamp.

He unleashed his full magical power and slashed at the ground!

boom!

The murky, foul-smelling muddy water splashed everywhere.

A giant frog, the size of an adult, fell into the muddy ground.

Swamp Giant Frog, a magical beast that hides in the swamp and ambushes passing mercenaries.

Its saliva is extremely sticky and contains paralyzing toxins.

Once you're hit by its tongue, the chances of survival are slim.

"Little monster, you're courting death."

Wolf spat into the mud, his face full of disgust.

"Be careful!"

Suddenly, the bearded mercenary behind him shouted, followed by a wave of scorching heat hitting his face.

Wolf stared wide-eyed at the enormous fireball that had suddenly appeared above his head.

"what!"

boom!

The fireball crashed down, white mist rose from the swamp, and the damp mud was quickly evaporated.

silence……

A dark figure burst out of the steam. The bearded mercenary was enveloped in blue magic and held Wolf under his arm for protection.

Wolf's clothes were charred, but he was not injured.

"Cough, cough! Thank you, Ge Wen."

"You're welcome. This is a swamp, so their fire magic is less powerful. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to defeat you."

Gervin put Wolf down, his eyes still scanning his surroundings warily.

"Come out! Who attacked us? We are the Mist Serpent Mercenary Group! Offending us will end badly!"

Wolf stood up and faced back to back with Gwen, his body also covered in burning magic.

Suddenly, Wolf spotted a blurry figure not far away.

Judging from his appearance, he had long hair and was wearing a magic robe.

He shouted.

"There it is!"

He instantly rushed towards that figure and slashed out with his sword!

Wolf's eyes widened as the figure he had struck slowly dissipated; it was just an illusion!

Oh no! We've been tricked!

Wolf felt a sense of foreboding as a surge of magical energy emanated from right beside him.

Elor held the staff in her left hand and made a grasping motion with her right.

"Gather your flames, Fireball!"

boom!

A fireball the size of a millstone was released instantly, and Wolf was blasted away in an instant.

Ge Wen was about to rush out and attack Elor.

Fireballs the size of plates were already hurtling towards him, forcing Ge Wen to retreat.

"hateful!"

Gwen could only curse angrily, concentrate his magic on his sword, and directly cleave the fireball that was flying towards him in the middle.

The fireball, split in two, fell to either side of Gwen.

boom!

Because the magic's stability was disrupted, the fireball lost its original power and could only create small waves of heat.

But at this moment, Dorothy's second attack was already in preparation.

Dorothy gripped her withered wooden staff with both hands, and a vast amount of magic power was continuously gathering within her.

The fireball in front of him grew from the size of a fist to the size of a millstone, and it continued to expand!

Finally, she turned into a fireball about the same size as herself.

Wolf, who had been blasted away by Elor's fireball in the distance, scrambled to his feet from the swamp.

His magical aura blocked most of the fireball's power, but judging from the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, he still suffered serious internal injuries.

Wolf stretched out his neck and roared.

"Stop watching! If you keep watching, Ge Wen and I will die right here!"

After Wolf shouted those words, Dorothy and Elor, who were casting spells, were attacked at the same time.

Several steel arrows, gleaming with a cold light, flew out from the shadows.

Dorothy anticipated this and dodged it with a roll.

A flash of blue light appeared on Elor's body as the steel arrow struck the magic shield, making a clanging sound. This caused ripples in the magic shield surrounding Elor, forcing him to interrupt his magic and retreat.

clap clap.

The sound of slapping echoed in the distance.

"Wolf, Gwen, the goods you two found are of good quality. Two novice mages, you can sell them for a lot of money."

A group of people emerged from the mist. The leader wore half-body armor and carried a longsword. Behind him were about ten people, each holding a repeating crossbow, which they were aiming at Dorothy and Elor.

When Wolf saw that reinforcements had arrived, he slowly exhaled and got up, supporting himself on his knees.

"Byron, if you had shown up any later, Gwen and I would have been killed. And watch out, there are three girls here, and one of them is hiding."

Wolf gave a reminder.

Byron stepped aside, making way for the magician behind him, who was completely shrouded in a black robe.

"Magnus, find the last one."

Mag's magic robe twitched, and a magic wand extended from it. He raised the wand high and then planted it in the mud at his feet.

"Don't worry, Captain. I'm a mid-level mage. Finding a little mouse is a piece of cake."

The mud beneath his feet churned, and Mag's magic spread rapidly.

"Detecting magic!"

A moment later.

Byron turned to look at Mag.

A strange look flashed across Mag's face.

"Strange, we haven't found anything. Could it be that the other one isn't nearby? Did they separate?"

Byron frowned slightly.

"Alright, let's take down these two first!"

Byron waved to signal his men to take action.

Just as the mercenaries were once again aiming their crossbow bolts at Dorothy and Elor.

The swamp suddenly churned, and hard spikes of earth emerged, piercing towards the mercenaries.

The unsuspecting mercenaries were instantly turned into meat skewers.

"what!"

"Help!"

"Ouch! That hurts!"

The mercenaries who were pierced through did not die immediately; they were immobilized and continued to scream in agony.

But Byron and Mag were quite strong and quick-witted.

He narrowly avoided the spikes the moment they appeared.

Dorothy won't give them that chance.

"Gather, flames!"

The withered wooden staff spun continuously in his left hand.

One fireball after another continuously condensed around him.

Then fireballs were continuously fired.

"Fireball barrage!"

Boom boom boom!

Fireballs kept being fired out.

The poisonous fog above the swamp churned continuously due to the series of explosions.

Elor watched as Dorothy frantically unleashed fireballs, her small mouth slightly agape.

"That's amazing..."

She also has to calculate the amount of magic power when she casts a spell.

Dorothy seemed to have absolutely no idea about conserving magic.