The Witcher: Elemental Lords

This feeling is wonderful.

He was only of ordinary talent, yet drinking dragon blood turned him into this; he couldn't imagine what those true fire-attribute geniuses would be like.

Thinking of this, he paused for a moment, then began to recall the level-three spells.

The first spell he wanted to learn was a wind-attribute spell, an upgraded version of the Light Body Technique: the Flight Technique.

With the Light Body Technique, he could perform short jumps, but with the Flight Technique, he could manipulate wind energy to fly; wind and fire were inseparable, and the Child of Fire Elements could also control wind energy with ease.

He had already bought the spell model for the Flight Technique and stored it in his mind; now that he had enough strength, he could finally learn it.

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“Damn it, that bastard Geli, daring to ambush us! When we get back, we must tell the senior brothers.”

The short Gus, covered in injuries, was constantly sneaking through the shadows.

The rain had been too heavy these past few days, forcing them to retreat from Silent Valley; there were no living creatures there, and they didn't have enough to eat.

If the Three-Tailed Fox wasn't active around Silent Valley, they wouldn't have wanted to come to this place, but they didn't expect it to rain as soon as they arrived, and heavy rain for three consecutive days; everyone's faces were green with hunger.

Gus was very agile, leaping through the mountains, the mud under his feet seeming to have no effect on him.

Before long, he arrived next to a cave; the cave entrance was a rushing stream, and he used a platform to leap across a distance of seven or eight meters, reaching the cave entrance and immediately crawling inside.

“You're injured?” The young man saw Gus, and a hint of sternness appeared in his eyes.

Gus nodded and said, “Brother John, that bastard Geli injured me; they are still searching for the legendary Warm Jade in Silent Valley.”

“That bastard.” Gus's teammate immediately said indignantly, “Let's go give them some trouble too, those damned nobles.”

John thought for a moment, his expression becoming serious, and said, “Since they dared to injure you, let's ask the boss to decide when we get back; fighting in the mountains is normal, it's kill or be killed. Where are they?”

After Gus told him the location, John nodded and said, “It's a pity we don't have a wizard, otherwise we could ambush them.”

It had been raining for three days straight, and their food was also finished; presumably, the other party's food was also almost gone; now that the rain has stopped, they should temporarily retreat.

You can't stay in the mountains for too long; this is the custom of all adventure teams; this heavy rain was an accident.

Just then, a commotion came from outside.

Gus's expression changed, and he sniffed the air, his face immediately changing as he said, “Boss, it's a group of gorillas.”

Everyone immediately held their breath, not daring to move.

At this moment, a series of howls came from the cave entrance, as if a large group was passing by.

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Danger lurked everywhere in the mountains, and they could face enemies, opponents, and strange creatures from all sides.

At noon, the long-awaited sun finally passed overhead, bringing a touch of warmth to the mountains.

The spell nodes for the Flight Technique numbered over three hundred, and it was also a three-dimensional, variable model, allowing the controller to manipulate the airflow to fly in all directions; the spell model was very complex.

After building for a day, he had only built less than one-tenth of it, which made Dole a little discouraged; mastering a level-three spell was so difficult.

Being able to cast a level-three spell meant you could be called a level-three wizard; being able to cast more than three level-three spells meant you could be called a senior level-three wizard; being able to cast more than five meant you could be called a genius; Dole was still far from that.

Dole didn't want to be a genius; he only needed to master the spells he should master and have enough self-protection ability.

His goal was not to fight with anyone, but to become a master like the boss, Barr, a super master.

This was his goal, and also his longing, so he didn't care much about ordinary conflicts.

Having been promoted from level-two high-rank to level-three in one breath, Dole was still a little unaccustomed to the surging power; he needed a few days to adapt.

Constructing spell models was a good adaptation process, both exercising control and familiarizing himself with his own mental power; when control and the grasp of the spirit came, his true strength would naturally reach level-three.

After entering level-three, his control over level-two spells became more proficient; Dole tried it, and he could now even cast consecutive Fireball spells seamlessly; moreover, with the enhancement of his mental power and sufficiently agile thinking, he could even manipulate the scale of the spell model at any time, allowing the Fireball spell to produce various changes in an instant, changing the direction of emphasis, changing more frequently, and the scale of the spell model could also be controlled to strengthen.

A Fireball spell, at most only the size of a human head before, could now be controlled by him to more than three times the size, greatly increasing the attack power.

This was the power of a level-three wizard, a doubling of strength.

After understanding these things, he felt that his choice to save Barr back then was really wise; whether it was the meditation method or other things, they had brought earth-shattering changes to his life, especially now, a barrel of dragon blood directly promoted him to level-three, what a terrifying speed of progress.

The red dragon's blood had completely changed his physique, severely biased towards the fire element; although he didn't have the talent of the red dragon itself, this improvement was enough for ordinary people.

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“Go back and find a high-level fire-attribute battle qi technique to practice, see if there's any improvement on the warrior side; the battle qi cultivated from the basic breathing method is still too weak.”

Dole experimented for a day and set many goals.

After entering level-three, his mental power was strong enough, and he could try experimenting with level-five potions when he went back; he felt that the barriers in potionology that he couldn't break through before should be able to be tried this time.

Level-two to level-three was a substantial improvement.

However, truly mastering a level-three spell was too difficult.

Despite having the blueprints for the spell model and many learning experiences, it was too difficult to master a level-three spell; that complex model, those ever-changing node changes, were enough to give people a headache just looking at them.

Only after truly starting to construct did he know why spells at the high level were judged by the number of spells; without strength, spells simply couldn't be constructed.

He estimated that it would take him at least half a month to master the Flight Technique.

The sky brightened, and the weather cleared, but the surrounding environment didn't change much; a full day later, the water in the valley had only slightly receded, and the roaring sound had slightly decreased.

And at this time, it was the most dangerous for adventurers in the mountains; animals and magical beasts had been hungry for several days, and this was a good time to go out to eat and hunt.

Soon, it was night.

When night came, Dole found that the bonus to cultivation speed brought by the surrounding environment was gone; he sighed a little.

The mountain wind howled at night, and the mountains became cold.

Soon, it was 12 o'clock at night.

Dole was cultivating when he suddenly raised his head and looked towards the mountains.