The Witcher: Elemental Lords

Dolly had already researched these things and had prepared some materials before coming, the most difficult of which was naturally magic crystals.

Now he had almost three catties of magic crystal residue on hand, enough to use for a while.

The wizard's special pen was easy to solve. Bamboo, high-level beast fur, and beast skin were plentiful in the village. The wizard's pigment required mixing with medicine, which was more troublesome to refine, basically like refining a new magic potion.

Magic crystals, quartz sand, sulfur, crystal, some wood, and special sand, were taken in certain proportions, ground into extremely fine powder, mixed together, and then sensed with mental power to see if it was suitable.

This alone took Dolly several days to complete, wasting a lot of materials. Looking at these things, his heart was bleeding. This wasn't just material, this was silver coins!

When the weather outside officially entered winter, and a layer of fine ice began to appear on the river, a strong wind blew from the mountains, followed by dark clouds covering the sky, and a heavy snow came from inside the mountains to outside.

It was on this day that Dolly's new house was successfully completed.

Victor personally helped move, with dozens of villagers helping together, it was very lively, especially York. Since coming back to life, he was extremely grateful to Dolly, willing to do anything. Dolly saved his life, which indirectly saved his family.

Dolly didn't care. He packed all the secret things into boxes and carried them himself. They could move the other things.

The new house was next to a ridge, slightly closer to the town. In front of the door was a flat area, and behind it was a cliff.

The house was all wood, even the ground was covered with a layer of wood, built very solidly. For this house, Victor put in a lot of effort, cutting down all the trees that could be cut down around it. He really wanted to keep Dolly in the town.

There were three rooms in total, one large and two small. The large house was for living, and Dolly could do other things in the small houses, which was quite perfect.

Many hands make light work. Soon, before the heavy snow fell, all the belongings were completely moved into the new house.

Snowflakes fell from the sky, and some lively villagers became quiet, all looking at the snowflakes outside.

Seeing this situation, Dolly was a little puzzled.

At this time, Victor sighed and said to Dolly, "Every year when it snows, it is the time when wild animals in the mountains come out to attack the village. When it snows in the mountains, those beasts will have less to eat, and they will actively attack humans. Many people die every winter."

Dolly had been here for so long, and he had some understanding of the population of the town. There were about four hundred people in the entire town, and a dozen children were born every year, but judging from the number and age of the surrounding houses, the total population here has never changed, and the consumption in this is self-evident.

Very few people in the town die of old age, most of them are sacrificed on the way of hunting or collecting medicine.

Dolly originally wanted to comfort him a few words, but the words stopped at his lips, and he just said, "If there are wounded, send them over as soon as possible, I will try my best to save their lives, this is all I can do."

Victor nodded, with a few more smiles on his face, and said, "Then thank you very much, don't worry, for your sake, little doctor, we have even contracted the meals." He suddenly laughed.

Dolly touched his nose. Indeed, he hadn't cooked himself since he came here.

The villagers left soon. Dolly stood at the door and looked around, but saw many people holding bows, arrows, and swords, actively standing on the watchtower, observing the surroundings.

Soon, the whole world was covered by snowflakes. The sky was foggy, and on the ground, the dark brown soil was getting less and less, until it was completely covered by snowflakes.

The whole world became a black and white pattern.

So beautiful.

Dolly watched for a while, until his body was covered with snowflakes, then he slowly returned to his new home.

There was a stove in the room, and he needed to make a fire at this time. The weather was getting cold, even the body of an intermediate warrior apprentice couldn't withstand the low temperature of minus three or four degrees.

After finishing the stove, he came to the next room, took out the things he was going to use, and prepared to draw magic patterns.

Drawing magic patterns is actually not difficult, just like using mental power to construct spell models. The difference is that one is in the outside world and is subject to many interferences, and the other is inside the sea of ​​consciousness and has no interference at all. The difficulty increases geometrically.

Self-made pen, self-made magic pigment, beast skin, with all three, Dolly was ready to start work.

There are many, many magic patterns that isolate magic fluctuations. The lowest level is called the primary suppression energy fluctuation pattern. The pattern is a triangle surrounded by a circle, with various lines inside. There are a total of seventy-two energy nodes. There are also many places where the lines intersect, making it not easy to draw.

Dolly made a large box of pigment box, which cost a full 5 gold coins, and spent some entertainment money to buy thirty or so skins from the villagers, re-tanned them, and cut them into palm-sized pieces, a full three hundred or so pieces of beast skin. In the next few days, he was going to conquer this thing.

For this thing, he had invested all the money on his body. After using it up, he could only return to the city, buy a new batch of materials, and then come back.

Just as he was about to start, Baal slapped the door open and swaggered around the room.

Dolly was dumbfounded, not knowing what this guy was doing. Oh, right, he didn't tell him about changing houses.

Baal didn't care about Dolly changing places, but was a little gratified, "This place is much better, several times stronger than that broken bamboo building. What are you doing, preparing to carve a wizard's formation?"

The popular name for magic patterns is magic circle, wizard's formation, but he was used to calling it magic pattern.

He nodded and said, "I need to make a magic pattern that can isolate energy fluctuations as soon as possible. Every time I experiment with magic, I have to run out, which is too troublesome."

Baal nodded and said, "Also, let me tell you a good news quietly, I found a micro-magic crystal mine, there are a lot of magic crystals existing. When you can refine explosives or release fireball spells, go and collect them. After becoming a high-level wizard, magic crystals will become the biggest constraint for wizards. Most of the magic crystals in the Northern Kingdom are controlled by the government, and too few flow into the folk."

Dolly's eyes lit up when he heard this.

Micro magic crystal mine.

What he lacked most now was magic crystals. He hurried over and said, "Where is it? Where is it?"

Baal's dog face showed a slight smile and said, "It's very, very far away. At your current time, it would take half a month just to walk over, so you should step up and improve your strength."

Hearing the words magic crystal mine, Dolly suddenly had motivation. No matter how far away it was, he had to take it down. He now fully understood the importance of magic crystals.

Baal turned his head away, with a bad smile on his dog's face, a ghost's magic crystal mine.

It was snowing outside, and Baal never went out again. Every day, he just strolled around at the door to deter those dishonest dogs in the village.

Since he came, except for accidents or guests, no dog bark had been heard in the village, which made the people in the village very curious about Baal.

Dolly was like this, practicing magic patterns during the day and cultivating at night. Soon, another ten days passed.

"This magic pattern is too difficult." Dolly was a little frustrated. He failed more than ten times a day on average, which made him lose his temper. He had never written before, had never held a pen. Only when he really picked up the pen did he know how difficult this little thing was to control. It was even more difficult to control than blacksmithing. If he was not careful, the strokes would be either too light or too heavy, which was simply infuriating.