Otaku Witch Chapter 1041: 621. The Witching Hour

Chapter 1041: 621. The Witching Hour

“This really is a great place. Indeed, after washing my face, my luck seems different. This ti, I scored.”

Dorothy joyfully said as she leisurely hiked up the mountain.

The scenery of the mountain they were exploring was indeed not bad. Although at first glance, the mountain’s main peak stood alone, appearing quite perilous, climbing such a mountain would be too dangerous for mortals.

However, for witches, this was not a concern. Their superhuman physical qualities easily allowed them to overco obstacles that would stump mortals. Moreover, if truly stuck, they could always whip out a broom for a local woohoo.

Of course, the hobody witch and others didn’t cheat by flying because mountain climbing itself was a form of enjoynt. The sense of accomplishnt from walking step by step to the mountain top couldn’t be achieved through the cheating thod of flying straight to the apex.

Since they ca to tour and relax, there was no need to laze around while playing.

Though from afar it seed dangerous and daunting, perhaps it was just this sufficient intimidation that kept most people away, allowing the mountain’s many places to maintain their primitive natural appearance.

Green mountains and erald waters, luxuriant and verdant, the picturesque landscape was charming and pleasing to the eye.

Strolling along the mountain paths enveloped by towering trees, Dorothy just felt her breathing beco much smoother.

Although this is likely just a psychological illusion, as there were no severe pollution problems in the Witch World.

But all of this was unimportant because the feeling of being away from the hustle and bustle of the world and being alone in the deep mountains, accompanied by nature, indeed brought relaxation, a sense that all worries had distanced themselves, with all the ti exclusively my own freedom.

A person’s restless heart would calm down under the soothing power of nature.

“No wonder so many people in my last life loved going into the deep mountains and forests to do camping. I used to laugh at those guys having nothing better to do. But now, it seems if conditions allowed, living in the mountains indeed wouldn’t be bad.”

Dorothy thought to herself.

Not only did she quite like the mountain scenery, but Audrey, beside her, was also very happy.

The socially anxious Little Fox inherently preferred such deserted places, plus being a Fox Witch, her animal instincts naturally inclined her to enjoy the forests. Being in the mountains now just felt like returning ho, utterly at ease.

After all, since a while ago, her nine big tails had been joyfully swaying, and it was rare for her lively self to run and jump around.

Tsk tsk tsk, mountains high, foxes roam wild.

Watching the young sister squatting to look at bugs one mont and looking up at birds the next, the hobody witch shook her head.

Honestly speaking, for mortals, wild camping is not as picturesque as imagined. The mountain paths are tough to tread, not to ntion so wild places with no paths at all, requiring one to blaze a trail with a machete, which is very trying.

However, the camping for witches was truly enjoyable, especially when among your companions was a Spell Master.

Of course, these wilderness areas initially had no roads, at most so animal paths left by passing beasts, but with Dorothy around, paths appeared.

Wherever the hobody witch walked, the vines and branches that originally blocked the path would give way, creating a path as if she were the mountain’s sovereign, demanding all subjects to make way and welco her.

In actuality, this was just a minor application of the natural affinity magic of the Druid faction.

When reaching halfway up the mountain, Dorothy found a nice camping spot by the river, with beautiful scenery, mountains, water, chirping birds, and fragrant flowers, deciding to stop and rest there for camping.

Of course, if she were alone, the hobody witch would directly take out the multi-layered suitcase Adam gave her, drop it on the ground, completing the camping preparations—since the suitcase was habitable, equipped with everything inside.

Nevertheless, since she was with her sisters this ti, so necessary rituals had to be observed.

There’s actually no need for ready-made camping tools like tents; as a professional civil engineering witch, Dorothy lacked nothing but houses to live in.

The hobody witch looked around and then picked up a stick by the roadside.

This was a truly good thing, a straight stick without extra branches, with only two branches on either side at the top, just like the guard of a long sword.

This was practically a natural wooden sword.

“Tsk, no wonder after washing my face, my luck improves. In my last life, if I could find such a treasure, the village’s rapeseed flowers wouldn’t have a chance.”

Dorothy delightedly looked at the stick, thinking inwardly.

But now she had the real deal in her hands, she disdained such trivial toys. She swung the ‘wooden sword,’ and the sword wind swept up other dry twigs and fallen leaves on the ground, forming a small pile.

Ultimately, the hobody witch stuck the ‘wooden sword’ into the small pile, which then ignited spontaneously without fire, turning into a blaze.

The bright flas licked the sword in the center of the bonfire, yet intriguingly, without burning or damaging it, instead reviving the dead wood ‘wooden sword.’ The dry wood turned green, rapidly rooting and sprouting, as though the blazing bonfire acted like so magical fertilizer, causing the ‘Wooden Sword Tree’ to grow wildly, transforming from a sapling to a big tree within a few breaths.