That's not how you use a witch!

Chapter 41 Should I also farm iron?

"Alright, alright."

Just as the two were about to fight over the airport issue, Ronan stepped in and stopped the farcical play.

"You've sculpted it quite well, keep showing us."

Ronan patted Madonna on the shoulder, afraid of what was happening.

The girl squinted, like a petted tabby cat. She glanced triumphantly at Scarlett, placed her modified figurine on the desk, and "casually" pushed it to Ronan's usual workspace.

After the minor incident, Madier continued to showcase its advanced features:

In addition to the improved precision of the shaping process, the range of shaping has also undergone a qualitative change.

Previously, the limit was to tailor-make a suit of armor for Ronan or summon a dozen or so flying swords. Now, she can not only create hundreds of flying swords at the same time, but also control them to hover or speed freely.

This time, Maddie didn't even go to the yard; she completed the demonstration directly in her office.

Under her control, hundreds of sharp blades spun rapidly and steadily, like a school of fish moving nimbly in the deep sea. Everything in the office, including Ronan and the three witches, was completely unharmed; not even the papers and books on the desks were torn!

This abnormal flight control system far surpasses any drone or missile Ronan had ever known in his previous life.

The sight of so many swords slashing at the enemy's head was simply too beautiful.

At Ronan's suggestion, Madonna led her entourage up to the second floor of the castle to demonstrate the accuracy and range of the projectiles.

Under Meidel's control, the iron sword flew out with a whoosh, accurately piercing the target three thousand meters away: a large rock on the hillside surrounding Fulong Valley.

However, as Ronan predicted, one cannot have both fish and bear's paw; even after advancing, the contradiction between quality and quantity remained unchanged.

Although Madier can extend the control range by "pulling the velvet ball" to increase the range of fire, that would affect the number and accuracy of the shots.

However, within a distance of two hundred meters, Madale could still steadily control the rain of swords composed of one hundred and seventeen or eighteen iron swords and make them exert the same power.

For ordinary small groups of evil beasts and bandits, this is already a strategic-level killing move. In a terrain like Fulong Valley, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack, the advantage can be further amplified.

With the support of the militia, Ronan finally had confidence: even if faced with the attack of the elite rebel forces, he could keep the enemy out of his territory!

"However, the pollution that accelerates the Sword Rain is still a bit too much. In real combat, this move still cannot be continuously released."

Madale shook her head slightly. "If only I were stronger."

"That's already excellent! If you were any stronger, we wouldn't even need to fight this battle!"

Ronan patted the girl's shoulder with a wry smile, while also pondering the question: the cost-effectiveness of the Sword Rain was indeed mediocre; as a tactical weapon, its effectiveness was limited. Was there a more ingenious method...?

"That's not right."

Li Yan pondered, "Generally speaking, magical energy advancement involves both quantitative and qualitative changes. But Madale's original abilities have only been greatly enhanced, without any new changes?"

Taking herself as an example, before the advancement, she could only make the flames rise uncontrollably from her feet, but after the advancement, she could not only control the direction and range at will, but also manipulate the internal and external temperatures of the flames at will, so that people could be surrounded by them but still be safe and sound.

Ronan asked curiously, "Is it possible that Madale had already maxed out her skills before advancing, so there were no new skills to learn after advancing?"

"Probably not. In our experience, if a witch can wield magical power quite well before advancing, she will only unleash more possibilities after advancing."

Li Yan used Scarlett as an example this time: initially, she could only transform into the most common birds and insects in the forest, but through persistent attempts, the range of transformations she could make expanded to include various ferocious beasts and birds of prey.

This directly boosted her combat power to a new level after her advancement, because at this point she could not only change her appearance, but also amplify the abilities of the corresponding animals many times over.

For example, when she transforms into a swift, she gains a speed far more agile and nimble than ordinary swifts; when she transforms into a brown bear, she gains an unreasonable sense of smell and immense strength.

In the Witch's Eye, Scarlett's favorite boast is about how she transformed into a wild boar and killed a level 5 Fallen Black Rhino with a single buttock thrust...

"Stop, stop, stop! Didn't we agree not to mention it?!"

Scarlett was furious when her dark past was exposed.

"Ahem... In short, there are definitely more changes to Medal than these."

Li Yan waved her hand and addressed Luo Nan.

"Please be patient with her. Perhaps she hasn't noticed yet, just like how people sometimes take new changes for granted in daily life."

"I understand, the current gains alone are enough to make me happy."

Ronan patted Madonna's head. "You're amazing! I'm so proud of you!"

"~~~"

The girl rubbed her hand against his palm vigorously, her eyes half-closed in satisfaction... and then her stomach started growling.

Meidel blushed with embarrassment, which amused everyone. However, the laughter didn't last long before a chorus of cooing sounds filled the air. Then, Xiao Le burst into laughter, filling the office with a joyful atmosphere.

After a night of fierce fighting, they were exhausted both physically and mentally, and now was the time to enjoy the fruits of their victory.

Ronan had the chef prepare a feast, both to reward the witches and to reward himself for taking the most injuries in this battle. After some discussion, they also decided to bring along the chief knight.

Although his role in the battle was relatively minor, Bart deserves much credit for maintaining stability in the rear.

"My lord, when did you become so strong?"

At the dinner table, Bart, seeing that everyone present was an insider, finally asked the question he had been concerned about for a long time.

He was shocked when Ronan killed a level-two evil beast with a single punch. At that time, he only thought that Ronan was quite capable. But last night, Ronan withstood the attack of a level-seven evil beast unscathed, which shattered his worldview.

Is this the innate knightly body?

"Good question. I didn't know I was that strong..." Ronan forked a sausage and said calmly, "All you need to know is that the strong are always lonely."

Bart's body trembled.

Although Ronan said almost nothing, he still imagined a lonely, powerful figure who kept a low profile and carried a heavy burden forward.

He couldn't help but burst into tears: "You've worked so hard!"

Ronan smiled gently: "Just a little bit of hardship..."

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After a hearty meal, the three witches went back to their rooms to catch up on sleep, while the newly returned Maddale took over the defense duties.

Today is a holiday in Thornlands, but the militia's training commands still resound. Their training is based on 24/7 readiness; the rebels and the beasts don't get holidays.

Of course, their work points were also far ahead, and their food was even better; Ronan sometimes didn't eat as well as them. If you want a horse to run, you have to feed it.

Taking advantage of this rare moment of leisure, Ronan examined the new changes in the system.

In layman's terms, this upgrade increases the maximum blue bar capacity, which overlaps with the previous survival agreement, so they complement each other... The key point is that there's a new log this time!

And—the same capabilities as Madier?

Should I also farm iron?

Ronan's expression turned interesting as his gaze fell on the last line of the message.

He slowly extended his right hand and concentrated his mind.

The next second, the skin on my hand was covered by a layer of dark silver steel...

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