Everyone looked down at the branches and then prepared to set off.

"Wait, don't fly. Why are you so extravagant? You should preserve your magic power."

Seeing the sisters taking out their brooms and getting ready for Wuhu, Dorothy couldn't help shouting speechlessly.

Well, she often felt out of place with her sisters because of their unstinting squandering of magic power.

Now that everyone's power has been weakened, you still dare to waste your magic power to fly. Isn't this seeking death?

What if we encounter danger later and your magic power is not enough?

But I can't seem to blame everyone, after all, not everyone is as good as the otaku witch, everyone has senior experience in magic and lack of (stingy) experience.

Amid the puzzled looks of her sisters, she silently took out a wine bottle from her pocket. The small mechanical white dragon in the bottle was yawning.

White Dragon Battleship, start.

It's so funny, who can walk on their own when they can ride in a car, let alone this car is nuclear-powered, it was built with all the effort.

However, everyone could not help but be speechless when looking at Dorothy who was greeting everyone to board the ship.

Well, Dorothy, have you forgotten that we came here to play a haunted house adventure game?

Damn it, you drive a battleship into a haunted house. Are you scaring the ghosts, or are the ghosts scaring you?

The sisters were so upset that they wanted to vomit, but who knew that the current situation was special and it was no longer just about playing games.

Everyone silently stuffed the brooms back and then boarded the ship silently.

Well, again, if you can travel with the air conditioner blowing, eating hot pot and singing songs, who the hell is willing to go on a snowy day and brave a blizzard?

Just like that, under Lucifer's manual navigation of throwing branches from time to time, the White Dragon Battleship soared into the sky and roared towards the distance.

And ten minutes later, in an ice and snow fortress, Miss Wendigo raised her head and looked at the white dragon battleship falling from the sky with a confused look on her face.

The Demon Princess rubbed her eyes, wondering if she was dazzled.

She has been running a haunted house for some time. With the witch's naughty attitude and lack of contact, what player hasn't seen her?

But this was really the first time she had seen someone driving a battleship into a haunted house.

What made her even more speechless was that after the battleship landed and the hatch was opened, the first thing that came out was not a person, but a charming aroma.

Wendy was not a practitioner of the original sin of gluttony like her sister Balzebul, but when she smelled it, she still felt greedy.

Damn it, I'm really hungry.

"Miss Wendigo, do you want to come with us? There is air conditioning inside, and we should have hot pot."

Dorothy poked her head out of the cabin, then waved to the silent little princess of the Demon King's family, and extended a warm invitation.

Wendy really wanted to maintain the reserve that a princess should have, so she should refuse, and as a Wendigo Witch, she actually didn't feel cold.

But there is no way, the hot pot is too fragrant.

The Wendigo Witch persisted for three seconds and finally lost. She boarded the white dragon battleship.

only.....

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

"Name?"

Dorothy was sitting on the hot pot table, her hands clasped tightly, supporting her chin, the lenses of the black-rimmed glasses on the tall and perfect bridge of her nose reflecting the intense white light, and then...

Then I was fogged up by the heat of the hot pot.

Ahem, this is not the point, the point is that the momentum is there.

The Wendigo Witch looked at the witches around her who were looking at her with wary expressions, and then at the otaku witch opposite, and raised her hands helplessly.

"Wendigo."

She replied, and then tried to explain.

"Dorothy, the situation is very..."

Bang...

A magic bullet accurately hit the devil princess between the eyebrows, and then her tall body fell to the ground under the eyes of disbelief.

Dorothy blew the hot air from her fingers coolly, and then watched the corpse on the ground slowly turn into an ice sculpture, and finally melted into a puddle of water.

Gee, why do some people always like to lie in front of her? She, a good child who never lies, can't understand this.

Moreover, although her clown and eldest lady's vests have fallen off, her name Dorothy has not fallen off. Only acquaintances know her name.

Send it, so there is indeed something wrong with this crappy game.
Chapter completed!