The Witcher: Elemental Lords

Seeing this situation, Dole's heart stirred, and he separated a portion of his mental power, entering one of the violently fluctuating dreams.

The next second, Dole appeared in the dream. In the dream, it was an imperfect Albis City, slightly shaking, with the surrounding world like ripples of water.

He was standing at the city gate, the sky was dim, without sunlight, filled with blood-red clouds, looking very depressing.

Dole didn't think much about it. In a dream, nothing is strange. What is a blood-red sky? It's not surprising at all.

It's perfectly normal for this person to dream of Albis City.

It's just that the city is very turbulent now, which is not in line with common sense. At this time, he saw that large areas outside the city were collapsing and gathering towards the center.

Dole didn't think much about it when he saw this, and raised his foot to walk inside.

There was no one in the city, as if it were a dead city. The center of the city was the center of the dream.

Dole didn't walk slowly along the street, but flew directly into the air and moved forward.

The scale of the city in the dream was smaller. Only when he flew into the sky did he see that there were only a few streets around, and they were constantly twisting. The dreamer's mental power was very unstable, and he seemed to be suffering inhuman abuse.

Flying over from the sky, Dole quickly saw the central area.

The central area was very clear. On one side was the Wizard's Tower, and on the other was the City Lord's Mansion. The area in the middle was a buffer zone specially designed by Dole. There was nothing here.

At this time, it seemed that everyone in the city was here, all of them died tragically around. Corpses were lying all over the ground, blood flowed like rivers, and rows of executioners, wearing Albis City uniforms, stood there, glaring at the people in the middle who were not yet dead.

Among these undead people, one young man was particularly frightened.

He was the master of this dream.

In front of the boy, Dole saw another himself.

That Dole, with a狰狞 face, waved his hand, and the surrounding executioners raised their knives and dropped their heads, and then the corpses were randomly thrown around.

So these corpses were formed like this?

Dole looked at that 'Dole' and felt a little strange. Was it himself that the boy dreamed of, or was it someone else disguised as himself?

He looked around to see the surrounding situation, and soon found that many places were artificially fabricated. For example, the surrounding corpses. The host's mental state was already precarious, so he didn't have the mind to take care of these corpses, but these corpses were still very clearly displayed around, and the expressiveness was abnormally strong.

It was full of a strong bloody aura, with broken arms and limbs all around, and the狰狞 faces of the dead. All of this was clearly displayed in front of the host. Ordinary people would collapse.

'Dole' looked at the other party狰狞, "Hehe, your family still has your father and your mother left. Face reality. I built this small city to harvest your blood and create a magic weapon. Now the magic weapon is about to take shape. Be angry, be afraid. The more tragic you are, the greater the power of the magic weapon will be in the future, hahaha, someone, cut off that man's head."

The boy was on the verge of collapse. He shouted frantically, "Don't, damn Dole demon, you will die a horrible death." Seeing his father about to be pushed out to be beheaded, the boy finally couldn't help shouting, "The Glory Wizard Alliance will avenge us, you will definitely die a horrible death."

Ah ah ah ah.

The boy was hysterical. Obviously, watching his father about to be beheaded, he really couldn't hold on anymore. Too many people had died around him. His uncles, his aunts, his elder brothers and sisters, his friends, and his partners had all died tragically in front of him. The boy was really about to collapse.

At this moment, the surrounding sounds suddenly became quiet.

Suddenly, all the shouts suddenly stopped, and the people around suddenly became still, without smell, without the sound of wind, as if they had suddenly come to another world.

'Dole' also saw this, and the boy also saw this. The boy was completely at a loss. At this time, 'Dole' looked into the distance. Another Dole was standing in the distance, and large areas of corpses disappeared, turning back into clean streets.

'Dole' looked at Dole and frowned. He didn't feel the power of dreams on the other party, but the other party had the ability to control dreams, directly erasing the terrifying world he created and restoring everything to peace.

What does this mean? Is this still Dole? Isn't he practicing the storm element type of meditation? How did he get involved with mental power again?

'Dole' used his ability to attack Dole in the distance. The dream weaving ability was activated, and strange soldiers formed around him and rushed towards Dole.

On the opposite side of 'Dole', the boy was stunned.

Two Dole demons appeared?

He couldn't tell the truth from the false anymore, but he could still see the difference between the two Doles. The Dole in front of him was the Dole he saw, and the other Dole seemed a little different. That seemed to be the real City Lord, great, majestic, and radiant, and extremely good to ordinary people.

So the one in front of me is fake?

Those corpses are also fake? Under the feet of the other City Lord Dole, large areas of corpses suddenly disappeared, revealing the ground again, and there was no bloody smell. What exactly happened?

The boy's anger was gone, and his fear was gone. In his dream, he seemed to have regained the initiative.

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Dole walked forward, activating his dream weaving ability and erasing everything around him. He could feel the other party's dream weaving ability, which was similar to his own power, but his mental power was more immense, and it was not difficult for him to forcibly weave.

The dream weaving abilities of the two sides clashed, and it depended on whose ability was stronger, and who would take the upper hand.

Looking at the various soldiers created by 'Dole', he didn't speak, didn't communicate, didn't communicate. Dole came up with a giant net of thunder, and dozens of lightning bolts swept out, sweeping towards the soldiers.

In the dream weaving ability, as long as you can imagine it, there is almost nothing you can't do.

The lightning swept across, and a huge net of thunder covered it, and the front was white. The next moment, the soldiers tried their best to resist, and each soldier unleashed a powerful blood energy wave, blasting towards the thunder in the sky.

The thunder net and the blood energy wave collided with each other, and they neutralized each other, but the power of the thunder was obviously greater than the blood energy wave. After being slowed down a little, the blood energy was suppressed and defeated.

'Dole's' face changed, and the soldiers released blood energy again.

The thunder net continued to descend, crushing the blood energy again. The next moment, the thunder net entered the crowd, rumbling, the thunder raged, and the dream soldiers fell to the ground and disappeared.

"Dole." 'Dole' roared, feeling that the other party's attainments in dreams were a bit fierce. This thunder magic was simply invincible. Was this an illusion?

Dole looked at 'Dole's' face without sadness or joy, and didn't rush to take action, "Who are you? Another puppet of the Nightmare Ancestor?"