The Witcher: Elemental Lords

"Run, run, run." Seeing the size and trajectory of the fireball, the man in black knew that this person's strength was probably at level three or higher, and they also had unknown methods to make people fall silently. How could they possibly win?

Who exactly is this guy? The black wizard from that city?

The fireball plunged into the jungle, immediately unleashing a tremendous explosion.

Boom, boom, boom.

Several figures were grazed by the shockwave from the fireball explosion and sent flying, crashing into the trees. Some fell to the ground, tumbling dozens of times, while others crashed into locust trees, creating earth-shattering sounds.

Some of these people seemed unharmed, getting up and running immediately, while others lay on the ground forever.

The wizard was indeed Dorre. He enveloped a potent hallucinogenic potion in the air and used his mental power to drive the magic, sending the air over. These warriors, who weren't even wizards, couldn't last even a second after being hit, their minds falling into illusion.

There were about twenty of them. With his sneak attack, three or four fell on the spot. The others ran quickly and weren't hit, which led to the subsequent fireball spell.

After level three, the power of the fireball spell increased greatly again. A single fireball could create a five-meter crater directly in the ground with pure explosive force, and the splash damage reached as far as fifteen meters. The range of the shockwave was even greater. Being grazed by the exploding fireball would kill anyone without Battle Qi protecting them, but it didn't do much damage to those at level three or higher who possessed Battle Qi armor.

Therefore, the five fireball spells seemed powerful, but their trajectory was easy to predict, and they didn't harm anyone at level three, only injuring two at level two.

However, the violent explosion and terrifying power caused the others' expressions to change drastically, and they fled in panic.

If warriors want to escape, they can't be caught unless the wizard has a flying spell.

Dorre raised his hand, and the fireball spell formed again beside him, flying into the depths of the jungle, immediately followed by a series of explosions.

This time, he was just scaring them.

The men in black quickly abandoned the corpses and disappeared without a trace.

...

Gerry and the others were a little confused at this time. They all stopped and gathered together, looking back.

What's going on? Who are those people fighting?

Judging by the sound, it seems like they encountered a wizard? Is a wizard in the jungle a match for archers?

Traditional elemental wizards are extremely poor. Their role in an adventurer team is just as a mobile turret. Their defensive capabilities are limited to magic shields, and their mobility is weak. As long as they are targeted by fast-moving professions such as archers and assassins, they are basically sitting ducks. What kind of person dares to contend with a team of adventurers?

Gerry bit his lip and shouted, "Go help him! These guys must be the culprits behind the scenes! Kill them!"

Vale, who was beside him, also gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, brothers, let's go!"

Sabans didn't say a word, directly jumping out with his giant axe and charging down.

At this time, the second round of fireball spells exploded, and the shockwave of the explosion created vibrations of more than ten meters, making everyone a little frightened.

Who is this? This is probably level three, right? A level three wizard could probably walk sideways in the city.

They quickly rushed over, but by the time they arrived, there were no other sounds in the jungle.

Everyone was a little flustered. What's going on?

Just then, Gerry saw some corpses of men in black. He pointed over there, and everyone turned their gazes.

Seeing this, everyone was a little surprised.

Is a level three wizard this ferocious? Level three warriors are just trash!

Just then, Dorre walked slowly from a distance. He had already searched two corpses, and there were no markings on them either, only some gold notes on their bodies. It was impossible to tell who these people were.

The corpses were fed to Baal.

He saw Gerry, the noble adventurer team he had messed with once.

Gerry also saw him, his face somewhat frightened.

"Boss, is that him?" Vale's legs were a little shaky at this time. Damn it, this wizard was actually the one they had encountered on the road, and they had even offended him. What should they do?

The others' faces were also a little stiff. The most stiff was Moses. He had once boasted that he would make that little wizard look good. Now that the person was standing in front of him, he didn't even dare to move.

"Boss, what do we do? It's him?"

"So young, but actually a level three wizard. How is that possible? Even the geniuses of the Watts family, Sia and Nora, aren't this powerful. And he's so young." Moses wanted to retreat a little. Admitting defeat at this time wasn't a matter of being a coward. It was called strategic retreat.

At this time, the distance between the two sides was more than a hundred meters, but in the eyes of professionals, a hundred meters was almost like standing in front of them.

Dorre also saw Gerry and the others, and thought to himself, it really is a narrow road for enemies.

He ignored them and continued to search the corpses on his own.

Although these people didn't bring anything, there were still quite a few gold notes, and there were also some other scattered things, medicinal herbs and other rare items. The harvest was still decent. They must have robbed a lot of things from other people.

He also found a few magic cores.

Not bad harvest.

Killing and arson are rewarded, the saying is indeed true.

Just then, he saw that Gerry seemed to be steeling himself to walk over, so the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Gerry was a noble, so naturally he didn't want to admit defeat, but he was a level three wizard with extraordinary means. Even the men in black that chased them all over the world were no match for him. What could they do? An apology wouldn't kill them, what was face?

He came to Dorre's front, just in time to see him strip the men in black corpses naked, and then fling them behind him.

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The corpse suddenly disappeared in mid-air.

Seeing this strange scene, Gerry's pupils shrank, and his heart jumped painfully, "Destroying evidence? What kind of method is this?"

He hurriedly lowered his head and said, "Wizard, thank you for your assistance. I didn't know your power before and offended you. I hope you don't blame me."

Dorre cracked a smile, his face full of evil.

Gerry's heart skipped a beat. Was this guy going to deal with him? He carefully estimated the other party's combat power ratio and felt a little uneasy.

This person has many tricks, and also some alchemist's methods. My life is really hard.

At this time, he heard the other party suddenly say, "Which family are you from? To be able to pull together such a noble team, not simple."

Gerry hurriedly said, "Reporting to you, I am from the Tracy family. My name is Gerry. Our Lizard Dragon Adventurer Team is considered a small force in the vicinity."

Dorre slowly put away his smile and said, "Then do you know who these men in black are?"

Gerry smiled bitterly, "I don't know."

Dorre thought for a while, and took out the purple sword from his ring, "Do you recognize this sword?"

Seeing this sword, Gerry's mind was struck by a buzzing sound, his expression incomparably horrified.

This sword, this sword is from one of my brothers in the family? How is this possible?

Dorre saw Gerry's expression. This guy definitely knew him, and he also had a relationship with him, otherwise, he wouldn't say anything.

His gaze narrowed, and his mental power was released from his body, enveloping Gerry.

Gerry was surrounded by a chill, as if standing naked in the snow in the dead of winter, his whole body stiff. He shivered and immediately said with an ugly face, "Wizard, I recognize this sword. This is the sword of my cousin, made with amethyst, mystic iron and other noble metals."