Chapter 210: Setting the Mountain on Fire…
“That witch is really insane.”
The fleeing elf had witnessed the recent tragedy firsthand.
But just as they thought they were safe, with the witch not pursuing them, they saw a thick column of smoke rising in the distance.
Unburnt wood would emit dense black smoke, and it was somewhat difficult for the still-living trees to catch fire due to the moisture inside; however, once a great fire took hold, the high temperature would dry out the water, turning patches of trees into ideal fuses. Yet, the spread of wildfires was still slower than spells; relying on this to eliminate the elite from various academies was simply unthinkable.
However, since the initial spread was slow, with my external force accelerating it, I could directly boost this process.
Fortunately, the sea tribe had been sent back early; otherwise, if she used her methods a few more times, I wouldn’t have had the chance to make a big impact.
At this moment, I slowly selected suitable large trees to throw fireball spells at, guiding the flames, while also experimenting with which type of fireball spell was most efficient for igniting this forest—whether it was sustained, high-temperature, or instant high-temperature.
During this time, supported by a fire elemental sprite and my fire fairy transformation technique, I strolled among the blazing forest, counting the spoils from this encounter.
The spoils weren’t solely the life fruits, and these life fruits couldn’t be used now, only redeemable for real resources after the competition.
There were a total of nine, which repeatedly counted to nine, enough to trigger a bit of OCD. Shouldn’t there be ten in a set? Did they secretly hide one?
Regardless of whether they had actually hidden one, this provided a great excuse for robbing them again next time.
The contents of the stolen storage bag surprised me greatly.
It was impressive being the leader; the items in the storage equipment were abundant—restoration potions, healing potions, unknown weapons, armor, strange materials, food, water, etc.
It seemed I had scored some good items in this robbery.
What I valued most were the restoration potions; if I had enough, I could act even more unrestrained.
Let’s not forget I also had a super-limit consumption spellbook, seemingly named “Fire Rain Domain,” which sounded impressive, though I’d never used it.
But Tan Han had used the same super-limit consumption spellbook for the Ancient Icy Transformation technique, so it must also be a spell effect capable of altering celestial phenomena.
Unfortunately, my magic source was just over a thousand, and using such means in a full-state would drain it completely.
That’s why I valued restoration so much; my magic source regenerated slowly, and the wait made me quite impatient.
While I was scrambling for resources here, the commotion at the Wizard Academy had also subsided; it was about time for it to stop.
I glanced at the academy rankings; only the Witch Academy had scored points. There was no need to elaborate on how the situation developed. I wondered if Tan Han had managed to seize resources after the designated ones arrived; if they lost resources because of disrupting the Wizard Academy’s ceremony, that still felt quite unworthy.
After all, it was the qualification acquired by the Witch Academy, likely a magic source or spellbook.
As the wildfire grew larger, many academies began to realize the severity of the situation.
But they weren’t spellcasters; most of those present were elves and the guys from the Beast Academy.
Even if the other academies running around had methods to extinguish the fire, it would be merely a drop in the bucket against a forest fire.
Only the Sea Tribe could save them at this time.
Since the Sea Tribe could ally with elves, it was natural because they were close to the coastal waters.
However, if they wanted to help extinguish the fire now, it would also come at a cost.
As the instigator of the forest fire, after accelerating the process, I flew atop my broomstick, but I still dared not withdraw the protection of my fire elemental sprite; otherwise, I too would be roasted in the high temperatures up in the air.
As for why I didn’t use a lower-cost fire fairy transformation technique, that was simply because it wouldn’t protect my flying broomstick; after all, it was an alchemical item, and I couldn’t afford for it to get damaged by the heat.
Now that my acceleration had stopped, although the fire had taken hold, it was still too slow in my eyes. The terror of a forest fire lay in its duration; to spread quickly, it needed to burn long enough.
However, the forest fire could take days or even weeks to reach that point, and the exchange competition wouldn’t give me that long.
But… I had plenty of resources right now. I could drink restoration potions like water; too bad the exchange competition didn’t last long, and the resources were a bit scarce.
And looking back at the burning forest, how many resources might be lost within this fire?
What a pity…
At this moment, facing such a crazed act, some dared to confront me despite the danger.
“Yang Yuelan! What are you doing! Have you gone mad?”
“You actually started a forest fire! Do you want to stand against all the academies in the exchange competition?”
Among the many curses and anger, it was as if they were trying to position themselves on a moral high ground to condemn me.
Their voices mingled with the roaring fire like an accompaniment, with the main melody still being the crackling flames and the occasional sound of trees creaking or crashing down.
The rules of the exchange competition did not prohibit starting forest fires, so this action was indeed permissible.
To those questioning what benefit I gained from this, I didn’t respond because doing so bore no downside for me; it even brought me amusement.
Destroying the territory upon which others relied to compete, threatening the World Tree Mother Goddess they revered—this was also one way to strike at them.
They enjoyed the protection of the World Tree, relished the advantages and home-field benefits the forest provided them, so they should also do their utmost to safeguard it.
At that moment, I really wanted to dance amid such an atmosphere; after all, it was too fitting. Sadly, I didn’t know any dance; each person was live-streaming right now, wouldn’t it be fun to perform for the audience?
I seemed to have found a fun that was even more enjoyable than watching those boys turn into girls during the school opening.
That was the sensation of being at odds with everyone, not just against everyone, but when everyone was helpless against me… even more delightful, just look at those people in the distance.
Their faces were filled with anger, fear, disbelief! And fear of the raging fire beneath me!
Unfortunately, the distance made it less vivid than it would have been up close.
“Come let me see your elven natural power, the power of elven magic! Why are you just standing there, so indifferent? The fire might burn your eyebrows off~”
“Quick! Let the rangers contact the Sea Tribe as fast as possible.”
“Everyone else, don’t hesitate to unleash your fire-extinguishing spells; those who can help join me in chopping trees to create a firebreak!”
The elves naturally wouldn’t sit idle. Indeed, not all elves lacked spellcasters. Besides being proficient with bows, elven magic was also exceptional; however, facing such a terrifying forest fire, they, as newbies, felt powerless.
Thus, they chose the most direct method—chopping down trees to cut off the flames’ path. The area of the forest on the exchange competition map was vast; looking at the currently burning part, it was actually quite small overall. If they could timely stop it, at least it wouldn’t spread to more places.
But the prerequisite was to stop it in time.
And I was not absent in this matter.
Chopping trees to create firebreaks would require consulting me. Even if the firebreaks were established, would I not just start another fire elsewhere?
Did they have enough manpower to stop me? Stopping me here didn’t mean ignoring other places, right?
At this moment, external spectators were watching this scene during the exchange competition, and it was a thrilling sight, fully engaging the inherent enjoyment of witches wanting to watch fun. This was exceptionally captivating.
Most of the audience in the arena were seniors from the Witch Academy.
The central commentary view was focused on the fire disaster right at the foot of Aphhemia Academy.
“Wow, genius! Burn! Burn!”
“Yes! Just like that!”
“Burn! I represent the Flame Witch Society; let Xiao Han be our honorary member! Cheer for Xiao Han!!”
“Oh oh oh!”
“Burn more; I love watching!”
“I’ve never seen Xiao Han burn like this before, heh!”
At that moment, it seemed a wave surged through the audience, the cheers from the crowd gradually unified, creating a momentum even greater than the excitement in the Wizard Tower’s destruction of the Truth Ceremony and competing for resources.
Of course, the most captivating were the scenes from Aphhemia Academy, the Elf Academy, and the Beast Academy; the contrast between the two sides created such a memorable moment.
Meanwhile, the judging teachers maintaining order were ensuring there wasn’t a clash at their junction.
This round of cheers even overshadowed the recent revelation about Xiao Han’s ex-girlfriend.
And the bl**d Clan Academy and Demon Academy, those who relished the commotion, also cheered along with the Witch Academy—talk about adding fuel to the fire.
The Holy Angel Academy had to maintain its composure; they were too weighed down and didn’t want to act out dramatically. The Wizard Academy was also in no mood to celebrate, especially since their ceremony had just been disrupted, with Tan Han from the Witch Academy being one of the main players.
The Sea Tribe, too, was not in a good position, as the words of the little fish were like an inescapable cloud hovering over them.
This was a completely one-sided situation; all academies felt this was merely an exchange competition among newbies from different schools, and it was the least competitive one, which was why so many smaller academies participated—at least they thought that even if they lost, it would not be too embarrassing.
But they almost forgot about the Witch Academy, this overpowered academy.
While the Witch Academy was not one of the top three elite academies, it was nonetheless the fourth extraordinary race academy established in the main world.
Those who had witnessed the witch’s terror felt shivers just thinking about it.
If the Void beyond the main world were considered the map for this competition, that guy named Yang Yuelan would be exactly doing what witches love to do in the Void.
She was practically a born witch; many teachers from extraordinary academies who had encountered her shared similar evaluations.
And Ariel from Aphhemia Academy, who had been harshly critiqued before, was now under considerable pressure; she had never anticipated being critiqued so sharply by a student.
This was an insult to her and would lead to ridicule from other teachers, especially from the extraordinary witches of the Witch Academy, who would mock her even more unabashedly.
Ariel dared not approach that group of witches alone to reclaim her dignity; that would be courting d*ath.
At this moment, in the dream world.
I looked up at the figures descending from the sky, my eyes carrying a hint of curiosity.
“Students from Holy Angel Academy? What’s this? Are you here for some guidance amidst all this noise?”
I smiled and asked them directly, not forgetting what Store Manager Shali had entrusted me with—wasn’t it time to take down the store manager’s small treasury?
