The Witcher: Elemental Lords

Eddie nodded and whispered, "Master, I'll go take care of it."

Dore didn't even look up. "As soon as possible. I want everyone, every merchant caravan, every force to know about this in the shortest amount of time."

He originally wanted to say a few more words, but these people weren't real management personnel, so he decided against it.

Just then, a tall figure walked in at the door. It was Ave.

As soon as Ave entered Dore's office, he felt a sense of oppression. This was the suppression from a strong individual. He scratched his head and slowly walked in.

Seeing Eddie hurrying out, Ave smiled at him and said, "What's the big deal this time, brother-in-law? Tell me about it."

Dore's face relaxed when he saw Ave. He said, "I'm building the road without worrying about costs. It should be completed in about twenty days. The road can be test-run. When the time comes, we'll organize our own merchant caravan and go to Montana State. What do we have that we can sell right now?"

Ave had just returned from the road and naturally knew how exaggerated Dore's road-building speed was. He had hired too many earth element mages. The road-building speed was really fast.

He nodded and said, "The resources we currently have are various wood and furs from the wasteland. For now, that's all we can sell. We have just enough low-grade wood for our own use, and high-grade wood can be transported to other places as magical materials."

"In addition to these, we also have quite a few medicinal herbs from the wasteland. Besides what we use ourselves, we can also take them out to sell. In addition, the Alchemist Guild can also prepare some manpower and take the potions out to sell. We've accumulated quite a bit recently and need to turn them into money."

Dore had been spending money like water recently and was so poor he was about to sell his pants.

In fact, he himself could do some things, such as lending out the earth element wizard tower and bulldozing his way through, which would be faster than hiring people. But that wasn't something a city lord should do.

Dore looked at Ave and said, "Well, that's about it. Is there anything else?"

Hearing this, Ave hesitated slightly and then said embarrassedly, "The magical beasts on the mountain have been harassing us non-stop recently. We've fought many battles. I'm here this time to ask you for reinforcements."

Dore immediately stood up, his expression serious. "What are the casualties?"

Seeing Dore stand up, Ave hurriedly said, "It's okay, it's all within a controllable range. Mostly injuries, very few deaths. We have enough potions, so there haven't been too many casualties. Lord Akso doesn't come often."

Dore breathed a sigh of relief. He thought for a moment and said, "I'll have Chris and Bernard take the wizard tower with you."

Ave breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "That would be great. Actually, we only need help in the wasteland. We don't need the passage to the Alps. Your storm domain is better than the wizard tower. There are no magical beasts there."

Dore immediately smiled. The entire storm domain, along with the surrounding area of several kilometers, could control the power of the storm and the direction of the lightning. Just casually dropping some storms and lightning would turn anything below level six into slag in minutes.

After arranging things, Dore also relaxed. He put his clone to sleep and focused his mental power on the main body.

Soon, three days passed.

The Glory Wizard Alliance lost two wizard towers, but no one cared. The city was still very safe. The city garrison and the stationed troops were all stationed outside the city. There were also six other wizard towers, so no one dared to come looking for trouble.

Every day, many people came to seek refuge in Alps City. Some of these people flowed into the city, and some flowed into the nearby towns, where they were recruited by people from various territories, creating a prosperous scene.

At the north gate of the city, transport teams occasionally came, transporting large quantities of stone materials into the city, which were then divided among the various families according to their shares.

Wood was easy to find. It was everywhere in the wasteland. The new territories that had been opened up were full of tall trees. They were cut down at will, and the unused trees were even thrown aside at will. Those that couldn't be put down were even burned in order to free up space for cultivation.

With the Alps as the center, radiating outwards, a prosperous scene unfolded.

On the morning of the third day, Mitel and Yema arrived early at the gate of the City Lord's Mansion, waiting with the others at the gate.

The people around kept their distance, afraid of offending the guests from the imperial capital. In the eyes of the Northwesterners, the people from the imperial capital were noble and high above.

In fact, this was indeed the case. In the entire Alps, only the investigation team of the Internal Affairs Office received the highest treatment. Even the military headquarters had to cooperate.

Perhaps the only one who wasn't afraid of them was Dore, the city lord who had single-handedly conquered the Alps.

Mitel liked the gazes around him. It made him feel like he was living in the imperial capital, revered by all.

His eyes swept across the gate, and his heart became entangled again. Dore really didn't take him seriously, and sometimes even ignored him. During the time that their investigation team had been investigating, they couldn't see him anywhere except at the City Lord's Mansion, let alone accompany them.

Hmph, if it weren't for the supplies from the past two days, he would definitely give him a hard time when he returned.

While he was lost in thought, the gate of the City Lord's Mansion suddenly opened.

Mitel and the others didn't enter, and the other staff members didn't dare to enter either. After they entered, the others slowly entered and went to their respective posts.

The City Lord's Mansion was very empty in the morning. There was no one inside.

Soon, they arrived at the top floor. The door to Dore's office was open, and a rustling sound came from inside.

How diligent, Mitel glanced at Yema next to him, and the two sighed.

After tidying up their clothes, Mitel entered in front, and Yema entered behind, holding a book in her hand.

Behind the huge desk, Dore looked up and glanced at the two.

"You've arrived."

Yema and the others nodded. She stepped forward and held the book in front of Dore.

Dore put his hand on the book, looked at Yema, and then said, "Thank you both for your hard work. Please sit down. I'll take a look first."

Yema's heart suddenly became uneasy. She said with a smile, "Then you can take a look first."

Dore closed his eyes and his mental power penetrated into the book. In less than two seconds, he opened his eyes.

Most of the content in the book was illustrations, various terrains of the wasteland, various plant species, soil fertility, and many professional terms. The introductions were also very detailed, and it seemed that they had put their heart into it.

The most important thing was the terrain map. This was provided by Dore, and they didn't make any changes to it, it was the original version.

On the northernmost side of the map, a wide road passed through the middle canyon area of the Alps and the North Plains Mountains, all the way to Montana State.

Very meticulous, very detailed. Dore thought they were going to cause trouble, but he didn't expect that they basically didn't cause any trouble.

He raised his hand, and streams of magic flowed from his hand, red, yellow, and white, forming a magic circle about one meter high in front of him.

The energy of the magic circle was very powerful, and it quickly reached an astonishing level. This made the two people below tremble with fear, wondering what Dore was going to do and what would happen.