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Chapter 78 I Want to Meet a Dark Elf

"Oh my, I didn't expect you to actually come. Come, have a seat." Fischer greeted the three people who entered the tent with a warm smile.

She pointed to the empty spot next to the oven and warmly invited them to join.

"Don't look so fierce. Actually, the reason we're not letting you leave is to protect you."

Fischer chuckled as he looked at Elor, who seemed to want to bite him.

"Although the beast tide is still two days away from starting, signs are already appearing in the forest, and many magical beasts have begun to go berserk."

To ease tensions, she explained why she hadn't let the three of them leave.

Of course, Dorothy and the others didn't know if she was just making up an excuse on the spot.

"You guys seem to be making something interesting; perhaps we can make a deal."

Fisher raised an eyebrow at Dorothy.

Her action immediately displeased Elor, who reached out and shielded Dorothy behind him.

"You wanton woman, don't make such frivolous moves on my Dorothy!"

Fisher: "..."

Fisher looked at the expressionless Dorothy, then at the somewhat agitated Elor, and shrugged.

"All right."

"Let's continue with the deal we just made. You're mages, right? You must have some interesting gadgets on you. I can help you get through this beast tide and leave the forest safely. If you need, I might even be able to arrange a meeting between you and the dark elves."

"Dark elves don't really like interacting with humans."

"They usually live deep in the forest, but we live here year-round, so we occasionally make some trade with the dark elves."

"For example, those ornaments over there were obtained through trade with the dark elves."

Fischer raised his hand and pointed to an exquisite dressing table in the corner of the tent.

The dressing table is silver overall, with intricate patterns, giving it a unique aesthetic appeal.

Leonce glanced at it and whispered, "There are indeed traces of elven craftsmanship on it."

As a mage who studied elven runecraft, Leona also had some knowledge of elven culture and art.

This proves that Fisher was not lying.

However, Elor still has some temper.

After all, they were trapped here by Fischer, so naturally they wouldn't give her a friendly look.

However, Dorothy reached out and patted Elor on the shoulder, telling her to keep quiet for the moment.

Dorothy walked up to Fisher and took out the magic ore she had made that day.

"This is the little gadget you're interested in; it contains a burst spell."

"Oh!" Fisher's eyes lit up.

She hadn't expected it to actually be a magical item.

Moreover, it's a wonderful thing that stores magic!

Mages can cause immense destruction, far exceeding that of warriors.

If we're going to count, during the magic apprentice stage, one can use magic to destroy wooden targets.

However, the magic mastered by novice magicians can destroy bricks and stones.

Intermediate-level mages can master powerful magic that can shatter walls.

A high-level mage can easily blow up and destroy a house.

The magic bomb that Kane suffered earlier was equivalent to a blow from a high-level mage.

It can be said that if it weren't for the defensive item given to him by his teacher, Kosol, that could withstand a blow from a great mage, he would have had no chance of surviving on his own.

Explosion magic is generally a spell that only novice or even intermediate magicians can master.

For Fisher, that was a rather rare item.

Fisher doesn't know how to use magic, nor does she have any knowledge of magic, so she can't tell how powerful the magical item in her hand really is.

All she knows is that he's amazing!

Dorothy kindly reminded him, "This magic ore is unstable because it stores explosion magic. You'd better handle it carefully, or it will explode and blow your tent away instantly."

"Bang!"

Dorothy suddenly yelled and opened her arms in an explosion gesture.

Her sudden movement startled Fischer, nearly causing him to drop his grip on the magical ore.

"..."

By the time Fisher realized Dorothy was joking...

The entire tent was silent.

All eyes were on Fischer.

Dorothy, in particular, puffed out her cheeks, looking like she was about to burst into laughter.

Fischer glanced sideways at the burly man standing to the side.

"You, get out."

Her voice was cold, with a hint of murderous intent within.

The burly man's body stiffened instantly, and he quickly lowered his head. "Yes."

Then, without looking back, he quickly left the tent.

They were terrified that if they were even a little slow, their lives would be in danger.

After the big man left, Fisher looked at Dorothy with a smile.

"As expected of a mage, you have so many good things at your disposal. Provide me with more of these, and I'll protect you and help you get through this beast tide."

"And as mages, you should also be interested in some things about the dark elves, right? I can lead the way for you."

Fisher adjusted his posture, showing no embarrassment at having just been startled.

Dorothy patted her chest twice, making a thumping sound.

"I'm an honest person. This kind of magical ore can only be produced once every half day, and it's not stable. It doesn't last long either, only a little over a month. Do you still need it?"

Dorothy pointed out all the drawbacks of the magic ore.

This made Elor frown slightly.

Because you can't do business like that.

But Dorothy was the one negotiating at the time, so she couldn't interrupt.

Fischer considered it for a moment, then smiled and said, "It's okay, just consider it making friends."

"Make as many of these magic stones as you can before the beast tide arrives. Do everything I promised you. After the beast tide ends, I will take you to find the Red Shield."

Dorothy said jokingly, "These magical ores are very expensive. Actually, based on the conditions you just proposed, you can only get two or three pieces of magical ore from me at most, but I'm a kind-hearted person."

At this moment, Dorothy leaned forward slightly and lowered her voice.

"I can overlook the fact that you didn't let us leave this camp, but you'd better do what you promised."

Dorothy's tone sounded somewhat threatening.

She waved her hands, a smile on her face, "Do you really have to use such a cute face to make such a scary expression? I'm really doing this for your own good, really."

"You'd better be."

Dorothy straightened up and didn't continue arguing with Fisher about the matter.

There was a very important reason why she didn't have an immediate reaction.

That was Dorothy, who wanted to meet the dark elves.

In the city of apprentices, he saw dwarves, goblins, and elves.

However, I haven't had any detailed contact with them.

Dwarfs are somewhat better; they are generally quite warm-hearted.

Elves are really hard to approach.

So Dorothy wanted to see what dark elves were like, and if possible, she wanted to meet a tall, curvaceous, dark-skinned, exotic dark elf.