The Witcher: Elemental Lords

Dore just sighed for a moment, then looked up at the dark night sky. The bright starlight seemed like individual lives, radiating a strange power.

They seemed like individual people, shining brightly and persevering.

Just then, Dore lowered his head, feeling something permeating his body.

The Xuan Corpse Worm was extremely sensitive. Even if his mental power couldn't sense something, the Xuan Corpse Worm could sense it through its unique ability. It could detect extremely concealed Qi and blood, faint toxins, and even exquisite, small magic patterns. This was because the Xuan Corpse Worm was very sensitive to energy.

His mental power hadn't sensed it, but the Xuan Corpse Worm had. He carefully felt the invading power and then traced its source.

Soon, he discovered that the source wasn't from anywhere else, but from the organizer.

His heart tightened. What did this guy mean?

However, he quickly realized that this substance was just a kind of spice, without any toxicity. After permeating his body, it would quickly lie dormant.

He thought for a moment. Was this to track him?

What did he want to do?

He didn't transmit a message to Allen, and even remained silent. This Level 6 had ideas about him.

He lowered his head, his heart sinking. It seemed he had to keep Lord Baal by his side. He couldn't afford to be enemies with a Level 6 yet.

Dore silently sensed the other party's Qi and blood, memorizing his Qi and blood frequency, and became extremely wary of this person.

Time slowly passed.

Throughout the entire night, the Black Market wasn't crowded only at the beginning; people continued to come and go, one after another. They were all wary of each other, lurking, coming and going in a hurry.

Dore only stood by the sea for a while, then entered the Black Market to see if there were any new goods he could afford. He mostly looked at rare medicinal herbs and the like.

This Black Market was very large. The people who came were basically Level 4 or 5 and above. He rarely saw Level 3s. Dore was actually a little disappointed.

The number of Level 4 and 5 wizards and above wasn't large; it could even be described as rare, so it was sparse and looked very miserable.

Soon, a hint of fish-belly white appeared in the eastern sky. Soon, it was dawn.

Dore came to the seaside and saw that Allen and that person were still talking. Seeing Dore come over, they ended their conversation. "It's done. We'll leave now."

That person took a deep look at Dore, with some inexplicable expression in his eyes. He turned his head to look at Allen and said, "Goodbye next time. I should get that thing. By then, you should have a greater chance of transcending the tribulation."

Allen nodded and said, "Actually, it's not that important. As long as the Glorious Wizard Alliance is willing to lend me the Wizard Tower, transcending the tribulation will be relatively easy. When I become a Level 7 in the future, I won't forget you."

That person just smiled and didn't speak.

Allen looked at Dore and said, "Let's go."

...

The wasteland in the early morning was still a little chilly. The two crossed the big river, flew into the sky, and flew straight towards Wasenburg.

At this time, Dore said, "Lord Allen, who is that person?"

Allen's consciousness contacted Dore and said, "He's considered a professional treasure hunter. He likes to explore and excavate various ruins. He was the first to discover the ruins this time, and then found people to explore them."

Dore said, "Then his tracking skills must be very good?"

When Allen heard this, he thought for a moment, then was slightly startled. What did Dore mean? Asking about tracking skills alone, could it be that the other party had used some means on him?

He said in a deep voice, "That person's tracking skills are naturally very good, but he generally doesn't have malicious intent. At least in all these years, I haven't heard any malicious rumors about him."

Dore transmitted a 'got it' thought, and then fell silent.

This fragrance should be a means of tracking. He didn't want to be tracked, so he silently took action to expel the fragrance.

Before long, when the sky was completely bright, the two came to the edge of the city, ready to walk into the city.

At the edge of the city, many troops had already gathered. They were going to train in the wilderness. Some were private soldiers, which looked quite chaotic. There were all kinds of weapons and all kinds of people. Some were regular troops, with uniform clothing and uniform weapons, looking neat and uniform, very good-looking.

Dore thought to himself, "It seems that the Northwest is determined to fight the Southwest Highlands this time. The human race is like this, so it is estimated that those high-level intelligent demons should also be preparing at this time."

From Wasenburg to the Southwest Highlands, there is actually a distance. According to the average marching speed of this world, it would take at least about ten days, while ordinary Level 3 or 4 wizards would need at least a whole day to fly over.

To launch a war, the manpower and material resources used are simply unimaginable for ordinary people.

The two just looked at it, then walked into the city. Allen greeted Dore and disappeared to the side, leaving Dore strolling alone on the street.

As Vice President, Allen has many privileges in the city.

Walking around on the street, Dore casually walked around and saw a Azure Blue, so he thought about it and walked in.

This store is located in an area where many martial arts halls are located. The location is still okay. Many people around here learn martial arts. Dore's drinks have a great effect on them, so there are many people coming and going in front of the Azure Blue drink store, and they are all martial artists.

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As soon as Dore walked in, a diligent waiter greeted him, "Sir, how many are there? Do you want the hall or a private room?"

Dore glanced at the hall on the first floor. There were many people around at this time, but there was a strange tranquility. Even if someone spoke, the voice was very small.

He thought for a moment, "The hall, please bring me two servings of Starry Sky."

The waiter wanted to say poor ghost in his heart, but when he heard the last two words, he was suddenly shocked. This was the most expensive drink, costing 50 silver coins per cup.

"Okay, please sit here, I'll serve you right away." The waiter behaved very professionally and diligently.

There were many people and the seats were full. After finally finding a seat, Dore slowly sat down.

He glanced around. Most of the people in the hall were adventurers, and some were martial artists learning, with a huge difference in strength.

The hall has a quiet magic circle arranged, which can absorb sound waves. This is the reason for the quietness, but it does not affect face-to-face communication, just to prevent someone from making a lot of noise.

Soon, two servings of Starry Sky were brought up.

Dore picked up a cup and tasted it in his mouth.

The waiter hadn't left yet, so he smiled and asked, "Are there usually so many people?"

The waiter nodded, "Yes, sir, today is the weekday, there are still few people, that is, there are many people in the hall. On weekends, the private rooms upstairs are full."

"Will anyone come to make trouble?"

The waiter was a little stunned when he heard this question, then looked around and said, "Occasionally, there is a small gang that has been causing us trouble, but our boss is very powerful, and those people just ask for money and leave."