Three days later, in the afternoon.
Dorothy took a bite of the Hearthstone Tavern's free croissant and looked at the black-haired Dwarf, who was scratching his head.
The elderly Dwarf had been cornered by Dorothy.
"Use this card? No … No. " He hesitated as he held the card in his hand. After a few more calculations, he came to a conclusion that he could not change.
"I lost."
The dwarf picked up a large glass of wine and poured it down his throat. Then, he said helplessly.
The moment the elderly Dwarf admitted defeat, the cheers that Dorothy was familiar with came from all around.
"Congratulations to Dorothy, the girl from the Iron Nation, for winning the quarterfinals!"
Voices of congratulations rang in Dorothy's ears. After Dorothy learned that she had successfully advanced to the quarterfinals, she fell weakly on the wooden table beside her.
The qualifiers were a long competition over the past few days. More than a thousand contestants had competed in the tavern until only eight were left.
Every day, the competition would start at nine in the morning and continue until five in the afternoon.
For most of the Dwarf contestants, the Dwarf race's unique endurance allowed them to play for three days and three nights without a problem.
However, for the human contestants, it was a kind of … spiritual training.
Dorothy put all her energy into every round. When the last round was announced, Dorothy had no energy to cheer. She just wanted to find a place to sleep.
However, the cheers and congratulations from the surrounding Hearthstone players forced Dorothy to sit up and raise her arms to the players around her.
At this moment, Dorothy felt something called … honor.
It was as if the Gladiator Knights of the Iron Nation had won and raised their arms to receive the audience's cheers.
"You are the last contestant to enter the semifinals."
Josiah walked down from the judge's seat and handed a letter to Dorothy.
"The letter contains your qualification and the time and venue of the next round. I wish you good luck."
After seeing the letter, Dorothy's tired expression finally turned into a smile.
"Can I open it here?" Dorothy asked.
"This belongs to you, of course." Josiah said.
Dorothy could not wait to break the wax seal on the envelope.
As Dorothy was unwrapping the wax seal, she felt a little worried.
Everything had progressed as Duo Luxi had hoped. She had won a place in the top eight and was one step closer to becoming the champion.
Just as Dorothy had envisioned, all three days of the tournament would be held in the Hearthstone Tavern.
The only spectators were Hearthstone players. There were no outsiders, and Dorothy did not see any Hearthstone matches on Noland's television.
She had run away from the wedding to come to Noland to participate in this … Tavern Card Game Competition. Dorothy did not want to be known by her acquaintances in the Iron Nation.
As such, Dorothy hoped that the next match would be held in the Hearthstone Tavern.
With this expectation, Dorothy opened the envelope in her hand. There was an inscription on the envelope, and the first line was her name, Dorothy Bexner.
The medal of a knight?
Dorothy thought of this word when she saw the letter.
She continued reading and began to search for information about the venue of the competition. Soon, Dorothy found the venue of the semifinals and semifinals on the second last line.
"Roursk High Magic Academy, Magic Arena."
Lu … Roursk Higher Magic Academy?!
Dorothy's worries had come true.
Young Spellcasters from all over the world hoped to study in the four High Magic Academies in Noland. The intense competition determined the status of the four High Magic Academies in the world.
Although Dorothy had never been to one of the four High Magic Academies, she could imagine that if she were to participate in the Hearthstone competition in the Magic Arena …
There would definitely be more than just Hearthstone players in the audience.
"Are we going to hold a Hearthstone tournament in such a spacious arena?" Dorothy asked Josh, the organizer of the tournament.
She admitted that the Hearthstone competition was very entertaining. At least, compared to traditional card games, the various probability events and special effects in Hearthstone added a special sense of drama to the game.
But to place eight magic-guided machines in such a spacious magic arena and let a group of people come over to watch and play cards?
Dorothy felt that it was a little strange and monotonous just thinking about it.
"Not only in the arena, but the entire process of your competition will be shown to the audience in Noland through television. It will definitely not be monotonous," Josiah said.
Show … in front of the audience in Noland?
"I will prepare well." Dorothy's expression was a little strange. In the end, Josiah watched as the young lady dragged her exhausted body out of the tavern.
After the end of the competition, the entire tavern resumed its regular business. A group of young Dwarves who applied for leave to participate in the competition were dragged back to their homes by their elders to continue their mining.
Josiah handed over the affairs in the hall to Madam Marina and went straight to the third floor of the tavern.
After arriving at the third floor, a strong life force enveloped Josiah. He felt like he was lying on the grass in the afternoon and basking in the sun.
Josiah arrived in front of a room on the third floor. Before he could reach out and knock on the door, the door opened automatically.
"Sage Mellors, how do you feel?"
Josiah walked into the room that was covered in vines. The purple-clothed man had agreed to Josiah's suggestion yesterday and was prepared to try to use the World Tree to alleviate his body's death from old age.
"My fatigue has been greatly reduced."
The inscriptions in the purple-clothed man's hand flashed, and books made of illusions piled up on the wooden table made of vines.
However, these books were quickly knocked over by a Black Dragon the size of a puppy.
This Black Dragon was the Deathwing Nesario that Josiah was familiar with! However, the one waving its wings in the room was a miniature version, and it did not seem threatening at all.
The miniature version of the Deathwing flew around the room and landed on Hiri's shoulder, then spat out a circle of small flames.
"The details are quite well done." Josiah walked to Hiri's side and looked at the Deathwing.
She was an illusion constructed by Hiri …
"But it consumes too much mana and spirit." Hiri covered her forehead in distress, and the Deathwing on her shoulder did the same.
Soon, the Black Dragon turned into pieces and fell to the ground, disappearing.
This was also the reason why there were very few people who studied illusion magic. One reason was that it was difficult to get started, and the other reason was that one had to master the movement of an illusion and make it look real. It was not as simple as other magic, which was just "releasing" the illusion.
"Hiri needs to spend time accumulating her own mana," the purple-clothed man said. "Her progress in learning inscriptions is very fast."
"What about the other apprentices?"
Josiah remembered that the purple-clothed man was also the administrator of an advanced magic academy. Her academy must have set up an illusion related profession.
It had been a long time since "Avatar" was broadcasted. Josiah would first mention the name of the purple-clothed man at the beginning of every movie.
It made the audience understand that everything in the movie was constructed by the illusion of the purple-clothed man.
"The only two illusion magic instructors in my academy told me that the number of students choosing this course … has indeed increased. Many of them are here to try to create the Nevi people."
When the purple-clothed man said this, there was a rare smile on her face.
"Indeed, it worked. So, Josh Yanorod, I will help you put on a more exciting performance in tomorrow's match for Ruhrsk Academy."
As the purple-clothed woman spoke, a faint purple inscription appeared on her palm. A heavily-armored orc appeared in the room and let out a roar at everyone.
In a flash of light, the orc's figure disappeared and turned into a magician in a blue robe.
These illusions were all heroes in Hearthstone.
"Alright, I'm already thinking, 'Is it too late to sign up for the competition?'"
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