The Witcher: Elemental Lords

Axi nodded. "It's the front lines. We'll go stay for two days and then come back, okay?"

Axi's tone was inquiring, because he didn't know if Dole was willing to go to the front lines.

Eulalia became interested at this moment, "What does the front line look like? I've never seen it before. Why don't we go together? Anyway, we'll only stay for a day or two. What do you think? I want to see."

Dole glanced at Eulalia.

This girl is truly ignorant and fearless. What kind of place is the front line? It's a meat grinder. There's no passion, just corpses everywhere and all kinds of stench. It's not a good place at all.

But this girl obviously hasn't experienced this kind of thing.

He suddenly shook his head and said, "I'm not going. What kind of place is the front line? You know, I'm afraid that if the child goes, she'll be affected by the atmosphere of the battlefield and some unknown changes will occur."

Although Dole usually doesn't care much about Monica, occasionally holding her, he has very clear plans for Monica's future. If they go to the front lines, the strong blood and killing intent will easily affect Monica's future.

Axi's expression was regretful, and a slight unnaturalness appeared at the corner of his mouth. He said, "Okay then, let's wait until the war is over."

Dole saw Axi's expression, and his heart stirred. He said, "That's not necessary. We can go and pick them up. I can help hold down the fort for a while."

Axi immediately became happy again.

Eulalia couldn't be happy at this time, because she wasn't going to the front lines.

Her eyes darted around, and she said, "Brother Dole, how about I go with you to suppress things? I've really never been to the front lines."

Dole turned his head and glanced at her, his expression slightly complicated. This girl, she really doesn't know what she's talking about. Is the front line so fun?

If you want to take a look, then take a look, just don't be scared by those corpses. These little girls from the capital are probably heavily influenced by the beautiful scenes depicted by some bards, or the knight novels written by some people.

If possible, Dole hoped that there would never be war in this world. War only brings death and doesn't bring any benefits to the common people.

Dole has always been a man of action. After confirming the matter, he moved his clone to the Babel Tower, activated the Turin Bone Tower, and took the two of them and the child towards the west.

Why bring the Turin Bone Tower? It's because Dole wanted to test the performance of the Turin Bone Tower. The raw materials of this wizard tower are unparalleled, and the quality is comparable to a god. As long as it's inside the world, Dole isn't afraid of anyone of any level.

The wizard tower slowly started and then disappeared into the horizon.

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More than a hundred kilometers northwest of the Northwest Fortress, the joint forces of the two countries, plus the mage corps of the other two empires, were already standing next to the ruins of a city that looked not small.

In the city, there were ruins and rubble, and smoke filled the air. A nauseating smell of grilled meat and rotting corpses spread throughout the land.

Barracks were densely packed on the plains outside the city, and on the side of the barracks were rows of fallen soldiers covered in white cloth.

In the largest tent in the camp, Prince Andes, Prince Aize, and Westerlin stood in front of the sand table, carefully examining it.

Several months had passed, and they had only captured a small city. The speed was very slow. The main reason was that the troops were insufficient. The Nightmare Ancestor was very powerful. With his ability, those ordinary soldiers could unleash 120% of their ability, and the allied forces suffered considerable losses.

The imperial mage corps of the four countries also found it difficult to advance. Most of their energy was spent dealing with the surrounding magical beast riots and investigating whether the interior had been invaded by anti-nightmares. They were very tired.

The mages of the Nightmare Empire were not good at frontal combat, but in dream combat, the imperial mage corps of the several countries could not resist at all.

But the problem came. Now that they hadn't even seen the shadow of Anduin City, they had been fighting for several months, so food and supplies were a very important issue.

Prince Aize sighed and said, "The Northwest is too poor. It's not realistic to support the war with war. So many of us need to eat, drink, and excrete. It's not realistic to rely solely on transporting from the rear."

Westerlin nodded and said, "Apart from the desert, there are neighbors. We can't even find a water source. If we want to feel a little more at ease, we have to go to the mountains in front."

They weren't really worried about food, but mainly about drinking water. There was a severe shortage of water here. The water used by the troops now was still water condensed by wizards who mastered water elements, not water for eating.

"We need to end the war as soon as possible," Prince Andes had said this more than once.

Westerlin glanced at Prince Andes, his expression serious, and said, "We need to rest for a day tomorrow and can only set off the day after tomorrow. The army's supplies are not sufficient now and they need to rest well before setting off."

Prince Andes frowned.

Having lost in the capital and lost the right to compete for the throne, he had already regarded himself as a professional general. A mere small country in the Northwest had been fighting for so long, and he had seriously doubted what was said in those military books.

Now the war does not rely on soldiers, but on wizards, and the war on the wizard side is mysterious and unpredictable. If they don't give time over there, it's a waste of time for them to go.

The wizards of the Nightmare Empire were very strange. Without the imperial wizards, they did not dare to act rashly.

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Just then, Westerlin and Prince Aize received a message at the same time. Westerlin's heart was shaken, and he said, "I need to go out for a while. I haven't seen my grandson since he was born. This time I can get my wish."

Hearing this, Aize also smiled.

Prince Andes next to him raised his head, looked at Westerlin, and immediately became unhappy, "General Westerlin is still entangled in family affairs when a great enemy is present?"

Westerlin glanced at Andes, his expression displeased, "Aren't you the general? You can handle it. What does it matter if I'm here or not?" After saying that, he flicked his sleeves and turned away.

Prince Andes was so angry that his face turned green, while Prince Aize next to him was smiling. These two had been at odds for a long time. Andes was a true warrior, but not a qualified commander, while Westerlin was the true general of the Northwest.

In the camp of the Imperial Mage Corps and the Glorious Wizard Alliance, many wizards raised their heads at the same time. The wizard corps of the Radiant Empire, the Dark Empire, and the Northern Kingdom also had many people looking to the east.

In the distant east, a huge source of energy that was extremely dark, evil, and full of the power of death was coming towards this side, without any intention of concealing its aura, heading straight towards the direction of the military camp.

Such a huge source of energy was definitely not an ordinary person, and many people immediately rose into the air to watch.

Just when everyone was surprised and even on guard, Allen, who had risen into the sky, suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and transmitted his voice to all directions, "This is someone from my Glorious Wizard Alliance. Please don't be alarmed, everyone. He's here to pick someone up and will leave soon."

A slightly older wizard from the Northern Kingdom suddenly spoke loudly, "Who are you picking up that requires such a big show? What level of wizard tower is this? I feel like this is an eighth-level wizard tower. The energy release is a bit high."

It's not surprising that the Glorious Wizard Alliance, as the most powerful magical organization in the West Ring Continent, has a powerful wizard tower, but it's rare to see one with such a strong aura of darkness and death.