The Witcher: Elemental Lords

“Is there any doubt about that? The Empire even acknowledges it. The speed at which that guy cultivates is simply infuriating,” the old mage said with a pained expression.

Another wizard, at this moment, was somewhat incredulous, "Then he can still learn so many things? That speech just now, wasn't he just bragging?"

Vasily glanced at the man and slowly said, "The ninth rank world delves deep into the essence of the world. The spirit is subtle to the extreme. This isn't a secret. If he wants to see, he can see it from the microscopic world at any time. For a ninth rank, the most fundamental thing is applying the most subtle rules and energies. Besides, he already said he's incorporated this power into his spells, so naturally it's true."

Hearing this, the wizard gasped.

“Logically speaking, there's no limit to this microscopic level of power. Does that mean he can destroy a country at any time if he wants to?”

Vasily nodded, saying with a meaningful tone, “Any ninth rank, if they put their heart into it, would have this ability. That's why ninth ranks can't casually take action, unless it's a united front against external enemies. Dorre's current abilities have even reached the upper limit of the world. That's why both the Radiant Church and the Dark Church are only issuing arrest warrants and condemnations, but haven't directly attacked. If they really attacked, with Dorre's temper, he might just destroy their capitals with a single lightning net.”

Hearing this, the two young wizards shuddered.

Is this the world of a ninth rank? It's too terrifying.

“Don't provoke a ninth rank for no reason. The results won't be pleasant. Look, the Witch God Family and the Alexander Family aren't happy right now. One had their clansmen killed, the other was driven away. The price…” Usberth, who hadn't spoken for a while, suddenly said this with schadenfreude.

The two thought of this and deeply agreed.

The notorious Voodoo Organization had countless strongholds uprooted by Dorre, resulting in a tragic loss. Now, their social standing is probably going to fall below the Assassin's Guild.

The Assassin's Guild doesn't dare to go to Mount Albis now. They even had a bounty on him back then. Now, they're probably scared to death.

How pitiful.

…

The Alexander Family is in a huge mess right now. Withdrawing from the Radiant Empire is simply unimaginable. The manpower and resources it takes are beyond comprehension.

Under normal circumstances, if all these people left, it would be a major blow to the Radiant Empire. After all, this is a major force. But the problem is, Dorre's strength is too high. As long as he speaks, the Empire can't possibly keep them. No matter what happens, as long as they can get this person to take action, no problem is a problem.

When choosing between a group of low-level wizards and a ninth-level wizard, even a pig knows what to choose.

So, after a cordial conversation with Emperor George, and after saying some harsh words, Toby led a group of the family's core members to retreat first, leaving the capital of the Radiant Empire.

With Dorre's current actions, they are naturally afraid. This ninth rank is unscrupulous, has no concerns behind him, and has many clones, so he is not afraid of being targeted.

The departure of the Alexander family has also put great pressure on the Witch God Family next door. Although the Voodoo Organization has no relationship with the Witch God Organization on the surface, and it wasn't them who caused trouble, Mills was still somewhat frightened.

The next moment, Dorre should come looking for him. Maybe he will secretly kill himself.

Mills was quite panicked.

In the Witch God Family's stronghold, Mills stood in the basement.

In front of him was a light curtain formed by a huge magic circle. The energy fluctuations of the light curtain were very strong.

In the light curtain, a ninth-level wizard sank into thought.

“The Alexander Family has been driven away. It is estimated that this matter has been acquiesced by the Radiant Empire. They have almost a thousand people. The position of these thousand people…”

Mills's mouth twitched. What time is it? You are still staring at these positions. If you don't say it well, the next butcher knife on your neck will be his.

The Witch God Family has not opposed Dorre on the surface, but he must know the relationship between the Voodoo Organization and the Witch God Family. Once he starts looking for trouble, Mills knows that he can't withstand Dorre's move. According to terrible intelligence, the ninth rank of the Radiant Church was seriously injured by Dorre with one move. This is simply too terrifying.

“Elder, now is not the problem of the remaining power in the imperial capital, but Dorre is also our opponent. He has not attacked us yet, and it is estimated that he is holding back something bad. He is already at the ninth rank.”

The ninth rank waved his hand, "The family has already dealt with this matter. As long as Dorre does not directly deal with you, just pretend that nothing happened. In these two days, you can hide first."

Mills smiled bitterly. Where can I hide? That guy has three of the top ten ancient strange insects, a bunch of insects, covering the sky and covering the earth. Even if I drill into the ground, he can find it. How can I hide?

However, the family has already taken action, so he is a little relieved, but he is still very panicked.

Dorre is too terrifying.

…

At this time, Dorre had arrived at the palace.

The palace gate opened, and he walked over, and all the guards pretended not to see him.

Dorre came to where George was and stepped in.

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George is considered a wise monarch. Most of his time is spent dealing with official duties. The empire has been in his hands for more than a year, and it is basically showing a thriving atmosphere.

George's strength has also increased a little. This is the result of the empire's luck bonus that he deserves for standing on the throne.

Even if he cultivates very few times, his strength is indeed improving at an extremely fast speed, and he is now nearly seventh rank.

George felt the movement, raised his head, and saw that it was Dorre, and immediately stopped and showed a slight surprise.

“Lord Dorre.” George stood up immediately.

Dorre frowned slightly when he heard this title, "There is no need for these red tapes between you and me. I'm here to ask what you lack."

George shook his head, showing some fatigue, "I lack time now, but there is not much time left. The light and darkness are pressing the border at the same time, and now I lack everything."

Dorre knew that this guy was acting pretentious. Although the empire has been at war for the past few years, the number of legions has not decreased at all, but has increased. Given the empire's attitude towards the nobles, those who want to make contributions can't wait to lie in the army every day, just waiting to reap the merits. When the two empires are about to fight, those nobles are more active than anyone else.

He smiled faintly, "Then this is not something I care about. I can only help you provide a batch of medicines, and I can't help with anything else."

George carefully glanced at Dorre, knowing that he didn't eat his way, so he laughed, "The empire actually lacks nothing, but it needs people with high strength to come and stand on the stage. When the time comes, I need you to take a walk on the scene."

Dorre nodded, "This is no problem. If they dare to do it, don't worry, I will be happy to take action."