The Witcher: Elemental Lords

Dore carefully observed, constantly urging the Storm Domain. Water vapor rubbed against the wind, producing tiny charged particles. These charged particles continuously gathered, forming even more powerful lightning, winding through the storm and finally converging on the northern part of the Storm Domain.

Dore felt a sense of novelty towards those faint sparks of electricity, that subtle power.

The power of lightning is perhaps the easiest and most difficult power in the world to obtain and control. At its easiest, even rubbing against some coarse clothing can generate electricity. But it's also the most difficult power to control. The direction of lightning, the control of lightning, are much more difficult than other elements.

Thunder and lightning are actually the same force. Electricity passes through the void, strikes the air, and creates the rumbling sound of thunder. This is what the world knows as thunder and lightning, but in reality, they are one and the same: electricity.

Dore had a realization. He raised his hand, and the Thunder Summoning spell naturally brewed within it. A ball of intense lightning gathered from all directions, released from the meditation technique, and condensed in his hand, forming a lightning ball.

He only glanced at the lightning ball before it violently exploded in his hand.

Boom.

Dore's entire body jolted from the lightning, his hair standing on end. But he closed his eyes in enjoyment. At the same time, a strange rhythm constantly emerged and vanished from his body, appearing very peculiar.

He had been cultivating the Storm Meditation Technique and possessed fragments of the Wind series rules. He thought he would comprehend the rules of wind or water, but unexpectedly, the first rule he sensed was that of lightning.

Dore wasn't a Level Seven, but at this moment, he had already touched upon a trace of the rules of lightning.

Within the storm, the storm transformed into a hurricane. The hurricane became even more violent, and within it, streaks of lightning constantly arose, converging at an extremely fast speed.

The Storm Domain, shimmering with lightning, relentlessly pressed towards the Northern Plains Mountains.

…

In Albis City, within the Wizard Tower array.

Axor stood on the Wizard Tower, looking towards the north, her mind slightly tense.

The Storm Domain was indeed astonishing. In her understanding of meditation techniques, only one could form a domain of this scale: the Divine Domain of the Light Church. But that was achieved through countless alchemical devices, unlike Dore's, which formed a natural phenomenon by interfering with the weather through his own meditation technique.

Within the Storm Domain, the three forces of wind, water, and lightning worked together. This combined power could exert an effect that was not as simple as one plus one. It was many times more powerful than their pure flames.

Netherfire was a flame, and it was one of the seven superior flames. Even so, because its nature was relatively singular, its power was great, but its limitations were also significant, far inferior to Dore's diverse attack methods.

But Dore's approach also had limitations, namely, the power of individual wizard spells was not strong enough. He was currently using all the methods of the Storm Domain.

Just then, she felt a trace of the rhythm of rules emerging from the mountains, and she immediately felt a sense of horror.

Could it be that he comprehended the rules? He's only Level Six! How could his mental strength be enough? Without the baptism of the Lightning Tribulation, mental strength is simply not enough.

It was shocking. A Level Six mastering the rules wasn't unheard of, but it was extremely outrageous for it to happen to Dore. After all, he was only twenty-seven years old this year!

However, this rhythm was very faint, likely just a touch, far from mastering it.

…

At the same time, the distant Dragon Bat and other Level Sevens also sensed what was happening to Dore. The Dragon Bat instantly erupted with power, repelling the entangled Baal, and flew towards the mountains without looking back.

Baal steadied himself, baring his teeth and glaring at the Dragon Bat. He spat and then looked back behind him.

The storm was even denser, the sky's power even stronger. Dore seemed to have comprehended something incredible, perhaps the rules?

Within the storm, the winding lightning bolts seemed even more violent, even more rhythmic, rather than just simple lightning. These most violent forces in the world seemed to be controllable!

Originally, he also thought that the first rule Dore comprehended should be of the Wind element, but unexpectedly, it was actually the Lightning element.

The Lightning element has greater power and more concentrated damage, making it very sharp among high-end powers. Dore could be considered to have stepped into Level Seven with one foot.

Next would be the Lightning Tribulation.

However, he had the Storm Domain, so whether there would be a Lightning Tribulation was another matter. The Lightning Tribulation's creation came from the great power of heaven and earth, an obstacle set for living beings to break through a certain limit. But Dore's Storm Domain was even more powerful than the Lightning Tribulation. His mental will had always been baptized by lightning, and it had long been strong to an unknown extent.

Was he a Level Six? Or a Level Seven?

Baal scratched his head, feeling that he had discovered something incredible.

He suddenly paused, his body shooting into the storm.

The moment he entered the storm, the surrounding wind and clouds automatically dispersed, creating a passage for him.

Soon, Baal disappeared into the storm.

In the canyon, the construction team was already terrified. Where had they seen such a spectacle? Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled in the sky, raging for more than an hour. The ground in some places around them was directly blasted to smithereens. Although it lacked the splendor of some magic, its power was great, and the effect it created was also very frightening.

Amidst the fright, the crowd warily looked around.

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Soon, some light appeared overhead. The storm seemed to be retreating back into the Albis Mountains.

At this moment, Dore's voice rang in everyone's ears, "Continue construction. Everyone's wages will be doubled today."

The crowd, originally apprehensive, quieted down upon hearing this voice. Before long, the foreman began to shout, "Everyone, get to work! Double wages today!"

The crowd cheered.

Among the crowd, the most shocked were not the commoners, but the wizards compacting the ground at the back of the team.

Their mental strength was still relatively weak, making them even more shocked by the results of this force similar to the power of nature.

Was this the power of high-level wizards? If they went to slaughter a city, wouldn't it be a matter of minutes?

This was the power of the City Lord of Albis City. It was too amazing. With such strength, Albis City's future was promising.

They became excited and felt an even greater sense of belonging.

The number of wizards within the Glory Empire was very large, both those produced domestically and those who had fled from other empires. The management of wizards was also very strict. In other empires, one could still hear of the traces of black wizards, but within the Glory Empire, it was rarely seen. This was because as soon as black wizards appeared, they were basically eliminated by the Glory Wizard Alliance with all its might.

And the so-called black wizards were mostly wandering wizards, such as those Dore had once encountered.

Dore had seen true black wizards, such as Corpse Six-Five and Corpse Six-Four he had seen that day. To be honest, he still held Corpse Six-Five imprisoned in his soul.

The number of wizards in a region determined the prosperity of that place. After all, wizards were powerful and could easily complete tasks that warriors could not.