Unfortunately, the Witch Clan was definitely gone now, and history had been altered beyond recognition; it was estimated that these students must all be utterly bewildered upon their arrival.
Because of this, Dorothy suddenly felt a tad guilty.
Fortunately, the brand of Denisha, the future Divine King, still existed. If one couldn't beco a witch, becoming a Magic Girl was also good, and no wonder Koreya complained that the Magical Equipnt Squadron had expanded too quickly recently.
In the past, although the Magic Republic had a population of several billion, only up to a hundred thousand people per year were tested to have the qualifications to beco Magic Girls. But now, suddenly there were tens of millions of qualified persons, and it was estimated that the officers of the Magical Equipnt Squadron were all dumbstruck.
Of course, talent was sothing one could never have too much of, especially when both sides were still at a war standoff. Those who could beco reserve mbers of the elite squadrons were in high demand; the more, the better.
As for logistical support, financial resources, pressure, and the like, there was no need to worry, because for the past five hundred years, there had always been a shortage of individuals with magical equipnt talents. Therefore, a large amount of resources was left over each year. Those accumulated resources over several hundred years were enough to provide basic Magic Equipnt for these tens of millions of new soldiers.
With the basics in place, the resources for subsequent upgrades...
Of course, they would go and seize them from the enemy.
The large-scale increase in soldiers naturally ant that a larger scale war was about to erupt, and afterwards, everyone would have to exchange Battle rit for resources to upgrade.
In short, it was pretty much "start with a piece of Magic Equipnt, upgrades all depend on looting."
Thinking that in the second act, there was no need to develop like the first act, one could be air-dropped directly into the battlefield, Dorothy suddenly felt her blood boil.
Fortunately, she quickly ca to her senses.
"Tsk, this Great Dragon template has such a strong influence, what's there to be excited about sothing as dangerous as going to the battlefield," she mused.
The Hobody Witch reflected on this and then forcibly cooled down her boiling Dragon Blood.
However, just as she was thinking it was too hasty to go to the battlefield, Koreya's words caught her off guard.
"So, Lady Dorothy, let's not go to the training ground, but go straight into the real combat phase. In a little while, there is an assault mission that I was planning to assign to others to complete. Since you just happen to want so action, why not join us and take on this mission?"
The Black Sheep Witch proposed this.
"A mission? That doesn't sound too good, I don't know anything, it wouldn't be good if I ssed things up," said Dorothy with slight hesitation about the proposal.
Although she could truly be considered one of the founding elders of the Magic Republic and sowhat a leader, the most taboo thing for a leader was not understanding anything yet still trying to command blindly. She had just woken up from a five-hundred-year sleep, her Magic Equipnt had just been fitted, and she knew nothing else. It was risky to participate in a mission without understanding the nuances; it would be extrely embarrassing if her involvent led to mission failure.
"Lady Dorothy, rest assured, it's not a particularly important mission. It's just that recently, a lab in the city was attacked by spies from the Church, and several experintal items were stolen. So we need to retrieve the lost items and, by the way, annihilate those thieves," Koreya explained.
If it were soone else, she naturally wouldn't let a newcor who had just completed their Magic Equipnt construction and hadn't attended any special training go on a pursuit and kill mission.
But for Lady Dorothy, she didn't feel she could offer any guidance to her childhood idol. After all, when the Lady had been on the battlefield, she herself had still been a child. Even though the Lady had just woken up from a sleep of five hundred plus years, that previous experience was still relevant.
What the Lady needed now was just to get used to the technological developnts and equipnt changes over the past five hundred years, and there was no faster way to get familiar with such things than to get hands-on.
Moreover, this ti, it wasn't about letting the Lady complete the mission alone. She herself would lead a squad of elite veterans to the mission site.
This wasn't ant for the mission itself, but more to protect Lady Dorothy's safety. After all, she was the national treasure of the Magic Republic. Whatever the stolen experintal items were worth, they paled in comparison to the Lady's safety.
"That's the case, then there's no problem. I'm quite good at finding people," Dorothy said, reassured by the explanation, and then nodded her head.
And so, the two left the small church that once belonged to Adam.
Even after more than five hundred years, this little church still looked exactly the sa as it had back then. It seed as though ti had left no trace on it. Even the faint sword marks that Dorothy had left on the wall during her sword practice were still there.
It was just that the location of the church had moved; it was now situated in a quiet corner at the center of Pandora City, quiet within the bustle. However, this place was always under strict guard. It was considered the most securely guarded place in the entire Magic Republic. After all, this seemingly unimpressive old church was actually the residence of the Leader of the Magic Republic, equivalent to the Royal Palace.
For the past five hundred years, Denisha had lived here, and after Dorothy woke up, she moved in as well, as she was, strictly speaking, the rightful heir to the church, her ho.
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