The Witcher: Elemental Lords

Dore's golden, towering figure stood there like a statue of a god.

"Don't call me senior. I came with Old Poison. I killed those two because they plotted against me before. Black wizards deserve to die, but you're different. You're still a good wizard at heart, just blinded by hatred."

Litem's lips twitched, his eyes twisted, and hatred immediately filled his gaze. "If I don't kill Tom, I can't consider myself fully avenged. If I can't be fully avenged, I can't have peace of mind. My existence is to kill everyone in his family."

Dore had been watching him, observing his expression, his demeanor, his eyes, and then he sighed, shook his head, and said, "I've heard about your story, and it's not pitiful. Tom wasn't the one who killed your family, nor was he the one who issued the order. This matter has nothing to do with him. Why must you put him to death?"

Litem's eyes were filled with hatred. "He didn't participate, but what crime did my family commit? What crime did my children commit? He killed all my family members, and I want his entire family to be buried with them, not a single one left behind."

Dore was somewhat helpless. "Then, what do you think is the point now that only the two of you are left from your families?"

Litem's gaze was firm, and he shouted hoarsely, "Either he dies, or I perish."

Dore sighed and said, "Forget it. If you want to take revenge on him yourself, then rely on your own abilities. Don't borrow the hands of others. I'll pretend I didn't see anything. But if you seek others to help you in front of me, then don't blame me for being ruthless. Let's just forget about what happened today."

The golden corpse turned its withered eyes, glanced at Litem with a meaningful look, and then slowly sank into the ground.

...

In the sky, Old Poison was struggling desperately, looking at the vultures coming from all directions, his eyes filled with despair.

Just at this moment, the sinister poison power on his body suddenly began to weaken, and then slowly dissipated. Before he could figure out what was happening, under the dark sky, those assassins in the darkness, the vultures, were now like lost flies, aimlessly flying around.

Old Poison only thought for a fraction of a second before he understood what was going on. Dore had also come out and helped him solve the two major problems.

He only needed to overcome Litem's mental witchcraft, and he immediately felt liberated.

Old Poison flew farther and farther away, quickly disappearing into the night.

His exploration mission was already over, and staying here would only cause trouble for Dore. Taking this opportunity, he quickly left. Moreover, for a pure mental power wizard, the farther the distance, the weaker the connection of the witchcraft, and the lower the power. As long as he left, Dore wouldn't have to work so hard.

He certainly wouldn't know that Dore had just casually made two moves. A level seven against a level six was as easy as drinking water.

...

Dore left the underground and reappeared. The golden corpse's figure had already disappeared, and what appeared was his own insect body.

That thing was too dazzling to be used outside. The power of the golden corpse was too great. It was okay to control it occasionally, but it wouldn't work for long.

At this time, he had already arrived at the lakeside at the foot of the mountain and saw the so-called wizard camp.

At this time, the sky was still dark, but there was a bit of fish-belly white in the eastern sky.

After taking a look at the camp in front of him, Dore felt a little surprised. Calling it a camp was actually about the same size as a village, like a large village.

The village was surrounded by guardrails, but there were no watchtowers. If you carefully discerned, you could also find a small wizard array shrouded around it.

Although the level was not very high, it did exist and could play a certain role. Warning and defense were necessary, and perhaps there were other functions as well.

There were many people in the camp, but at this time, it was deathly silent, and there was no one, but you could feel a lot of vitality in it, so there should be a lot of people.

According to Old Poison, the people here were all wizards or descendants of wizards, and at least apprentice wizards were the starting point; there were no ordinary people.

There was no shortage of food or minerals in the mountains. It was a little dangerous, and life was very poor, but relying on this camp, they could attract many wandering wizards, and even some large adventure groups, so life was okay.

After waiting in the camp for a while, instead of waiting for the gate to open, they waited for a small merchant caravan.

Don't underestimate the small caravan. The strength of its members was stronger than most of the caravans Dore had seen, and they were all wizards.

When these people returned, the silent camp seemed to come alive, and many people came out from various places. They gathered together, seemingly to welcome them at the gate.

Only then did Dore realize that these were probably the people in charge of the camp who brought things back from outside.

When those people arrived at the gate of the camp, the gate happened to open.

...

The camp came alive, as if a sophisticated machine had started running, slowly filling with the atmosphere of human life.

At this time, Dore felt that this world had a trace of vitality.

After thinking about it, he disguised himself as a passerby, coming from afar, covered in dust.

At this time, the camp had officially started operating, and several sturdy-looking wizards were standing at the gate.

Dore came to the gate and slowly opened his mouth.

"How much does it cost?"

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The wizard lazily said, "Twenty magic crystals."

Dore frowned. It was quite expensive.

He pretended to fumble in his clothes, took out twenty magic crystals, and handed them to the other party.

The other party looked at them, and then carefully sized up Dore.

Dore didn't reveal his aura, but the other party couldn't sense it either. He seemed to know something, and suddenly became serious, then his tone became slightly dignified and said, "The person in charge of our camp is a level six wizard. Please don't cause trouble."

After seeing Dore's affirmative expression, he made way for him.

Dore naturally didn't want to cause trouble, and casually asked, "What are your local specialties here?"

The man didn't intend to speak, but when he saw Dore take out ten more magic crystals, he slowly opened his mouth, "Our local specialties are mainly triangular snake fangs, some poisonous insects, and some rare magic cores. A more advanced item is cold iron, some metal."

Dore knew that these people weren't leaving because there was a metal mine here, and not because of the rich natural organisms around them. He didn't bother to worry so much, so he nodded and walked into the camp freely.

There were many scattered merchants in the camp, stone houses, or tents, built in slightly higher places. Some were selling goods from hunting outside, some were various crystal stones and minerals from who knows where, and more were alchemical products made by people themselves.

However, after wandering around, he only found one shop selling potions, and it seemed to be of a very low grade. There was nothing useful inside, mostly wound medicines and the like.

The person selling the medicines was an apprentice, very young, only about ten years old, but when Dore went to look, he saw a glimmer of spirituality in the little guy's eyes.

That kind of spirituality wasn't the ordinary bright eyes, but a taste of thought and contemplation. This child should be very smart.

After thinking about it, Dore walked into this shop.

The shop was a seemingly delicate tent, with only the little boy alone, and another person in the back.