The Witcher: Elemental Lords

Hauswell's face was so gloomy that water could drip from it. He stared intently at Dorre, his mental power directly overwhelming him. His entire figure infinitely rose in Dorre's world, instantly turning into a giant of more than ten meters.

The giant looked down at him condescendingly, as if he could be crushed to death with a single foot.

Seeing this, sweat instantly flowed down Dorre's forehead. What was going on? What kind of technique did Hauswell cultivate that could produce this kind of influence on mental power?

Almost at the brink of life and death, Dorre gritted his teeth and stubbornly withstood the opponent's pressure, refusing to give in.

At this moment, the giant transformed by Hauswell looked expressionlessly at Dorre at his feet, and then stretched out his incomparably huge palm to grab him.

Seeing the palm falling, Dorre desperately wanted to resist, but found that he couldn't move at all, and his whole body trembled. He knew that this was a mental attack, but exceeding a major rank, how could he be the opponent?

Watching the giant hand fall and cover the top of his head.

Was he going to kill himself? An extremely strong anger arose in Dorre's heart.

You, a level 4 tower master, why do you want to kill me? I will become a level 7 or even level 8 big shot in the future, to become a big shot like Baal, how could I die in your hands? This is simply the most ridiculous thing in the world.

He was angry, he was extremely angry. On the fire element true body, layers of light and fire began to rise, with狂热Dragon Flames, quickly窜out from the whole body and orifices, forming a powerful flame garment. The flames rose, and even turned into a strange blood red color. As soon as the blood red color appeared, it immediately withstood the mental pressure.

Dragon Flames?

Seeing this, Hauswell was instantly shocked. Had he drunk dragon blood? Or eaten dragon meat? Dragon Flames are one of the most overbearing flames in the world, even if the opponent is only a small level 3.

He couldn't let the opponent unleash it.

Thinking of this, he slapped down with one hand, fiercely covering Dorre's head.

At this moment, the flames quickly burned, suddenly turning into a raging fire. The blood-red Dragon Flames, coupled with Dorre's own fire element, quickly rose, burning a burst of light and fire from that hand.

Hauswell hurriedly raised his hand. Even so, a layer of skin was burned off his hand, and the terrifying corrosive flames were still burning in his hand.

He immediately regretted wanting to die. This secret technique for attacking other people's minds was powerful, but the sequelae were also very obvious, that is, it could not be injured. Once injured, it would be fully backlashed on the body, and it was a direct backlash from the secret technique.

He glanced at Dorre at his feet, his face quickly turning pale.

He instantly returned to his original appearance, still the same as when he had just entered. He took a deep look at Dorre, then put his hand in his sleeve and turned to leave.

At this time, Dorre, with flames rising on his body, stared at the other party, as if he wanted to swallow him alive.

An enmity had been formed.

Dorre retracted his hand outside. He closed his eyes, slowly restrained his angry mood, looked at Hauswell's back, and his heart was full of killing intent.

This person is dead.

The other party should not dare to kill himself. Using that witchcraft should just be to make himself submit, but he underestimated his own hole cards. The power of the fire dragon bloodline, which had been hidden in his body, saved his life, and also saved the other party's life.

If he continued to attack, Baal would intervene.

It would not be Dorre who died, but the other party.

This was the most angry part of Dorre. How dare he?

At this moment, Hauswell's figure slowly retreated from the corner, his figure a little staggering.

In front of him, an old man walked forward step by step, his expression seeming very dissatisfied.

Seeing this old man, the flames in Dorre's heart suddenly disappeared.

Dennis.

"Hauswell, you are threatening the younger generation again. When will you be able to change this problem? Last time, the Cecil family warned you. If your father was not that person, you would have died countless times."

Dennis's tone was without any waves, as if he was just telling something.

Hauswell's face was ugly, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I just want someone to help me refine that thing, what's wrong with that?"

Dennis looked at Hauswell's expression, a little speechless, "Refine medicine, then refine medicine, why do you need to take action? Who do you think I am? If you do this again next time, go back to the headquarters, I won't keep you here."

Hauswell's face was very ugly.

He didn't say a word, bypassed Dennis and left.

The library instantly only had Dorre and Dennis left.

Dorre heard a lot of things. This Hauswell seemed to have a higher-level backstage, and coming here was not without reason. He forced himself, and the medicine he was refining seemed to be very difficult, and he was not doing this kind of thing for the first time?

Why?

Anger left, and now he had a question mark on his head.

Dennis looked at Dorre, his expression a little guilty, and said, "Hauswell is a little obsessed, and his mind is not very clear sometimes. He thinks that anyone can refine potential potions. One of the raw materials for this kind of thing has long disappeared in the long river of history."

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Hearing the name of the medicine, Dorre was suddenly stunned.

Potential potion, this?

The potential potion was not a rare item in ancient times. It could increase a person's potential and increase a person's upper limit. Originally, one could only cultivate to level 3. After eating it, one could cultivate to level 4 at most. It was a well-deserved magic medicine, and the level was not high, only level 5.

However, as time went by, after something called Dragon Mushroom disappeared on the continent, no one could refine this medicine anymore.

Therefore, the way to increase potential has been changed to other methods. The most famous of these is bloodline replacement, drinking dragon blood, and various black magic methods.

If this person is stuck at level 4 and cannot be promoted to level 5, he will indeed take this extreme method.

Thinking of this, he felt a little scared.

Seeing Dorre's expression, Dennis felt a little guilty, and said, "Hauswell has mastered the witchcraft of mental power. You are a major rank behind him, but you can still hurt him in the end. It's not easy. How about this, to compensate you, I will fulfill one of your requests."

It is not cost-effective to offend a genius like Dorre. It is said that he is only seventeen years old this year, and he has already been promoted to level 3. His future is limitless. Promotion to level 4 is a sure thing, level 5 is still unknown, so it is better to build a good relationship in advance.

Dorre thought for a while, put down the complicated thoughts just now, and said, "I want to see the relevant records of the Storm Element, preferably with mental imprints."

Dennis breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's not difficult, come with me."

The two of them, each with heavy thoughts, went up to the eleventh floor in one breath.

Dennis asked Dorre to stand in the reading area, and then personally took a box and placed it on the table in front of him.

Written on the box was a pictorial of the most famous and powerful elemental creatures on the West Ring Continent, and there should be real objects inside.