The Witcher: Elemental Lords

In this dreamscape, the story unfolded just like his childhood, the old black dragon falling into a daily routine of cultivation, almost perfectly mirroring his memories. Every morning he would cultivate, and in the afternoon he would play with his little companions. These companions, once so blurry in his memory, were now vividly clear in this world, so clear that even each individual dragon scale seemed real.

Too real.

The old black dragon possessed over eight hundred years of memories and was certain this was not the real world. But this dreamscape was just too real, so real that he couldn't even imagine it. If he were trapped here for a thousand years, he would start to doubt whether this was real and the outside world was fake.

The thought of this filled the old black dragon with fear.

He didn't want to die, he really didn't want to die. But being trapped here, what difference was there from death?

Soon, another month passed. The old black dragon tested many methods but could never escape. He tried to run away, but the elders caught him. He tried to use his power, but he couldn't sense any of it. He tried to use his bloodline, but here, his bloodline hadn't grown to its current state. He slowly began to despair, following his memories day after day.

This was the black dragons' base camp, Black Dragon Valley, a secret place that should never have been known to anyone. The surrounding forbidden areas, the black dragons' privacy, should never have been imagined. But now, he couldn't care less about whether this was a secret or not. The surrounding world became clearer and clearer, more and more real. This was a manifestation of stolen memories. He couldn't care about any of this, he only wanted to live.

A wave of despair and fear spread through his mind.

Outside Black Dragon Valley, a crack suddenly appeared in the high sky of the world, and Dorre's figure emerged from the crack. He stood in the sky, looking down.

Below was a very large valley. On both sides of the valley were various massive mountains and rivers, very spectacular and magnificent.

The mountains were tall, and the difference in height between the peaks was enormous, each reaching thousands of meters from the top to the ground.

The valleys between the mountains were also very wide, with a huge river flowing from afar, passing through here and flowing into the distance.

At this time, below the valley, there were all kinds of black dragons, flying in the sky, swimming in the water, and running on the ground, in great numbers. If others were to see this, these black dragons would seem powerful and terrifying. This place was simply a forbidden area. But in Dorre's eyes, these black dragons were all illusions, likely manifestations of the old black dragon's dream.

Although these dream manifestations were exactly the same as real black dragons, there were still differences. This was dreamt up by the old black dragon and was not real. Although they looked powerful, in the witchcraft woven by the dream, these were all paper tigers.

However, Dorre did not underestimate these paper tigers. They still contained the old black dragon's power. If he wasn't careful, being slapped to death by the old black dragon would be very unjust.

He thought about how to appear in this world in a reasonable way and find the owner of the dream, to awaken his will.

Soon, he thought of something because he saw a group of little black dragons playing in the river in the distance, with no other large black dragons around.

He quietly flew down, hid himself, and quietly grabbed a little black dragon by the huge river, imitating its aura and bloodline, successfully blending in.

Having successfully blended in without being noticed by other black dragons, the next step was to find the owner of the dream, that old black dragon.

This black dragon was playing a little far away, separated from the main group. After Dorre controlled it, he tried his best to make himself look real, approaching the little dragons.

As he walked, he observed his surroundings.

Although this was the old black dragon's dream, it was incredibly real, and this place seemed to be a very special place. The place, the surrounding environment, the surrounding vegetation, all seemed to have a special enhancement to the dragon race's aura and blood.

This seemed to be a very extraordinary place. Could the old black dragon's dream be the Land of Dragons?

The Land of Dragons referred to the place where dragons grew, and it was the place where powerful ancient dragons with particularly rich bloodlines grew, not the place where ordinary dragons outside grew. Powerful dragons like the old black dragon, who could grow to level eight, were born here.

Dorre carefully noted the surrounding environment and then slowly swam to the other dragons, playing together.

The way these dragons played was also very simple, just splashing in the water, playing around, and saying some dragon language at random. To Dorre's bewilderment, he couldn't understand any of this dragon language.

He couldn't speak, so he could only play with them and slowly observe.

What made him feel somewhat helpless was that they were all speaking dragon language, with no common language. He couldn't understand a single word. Wouldn't he be exposed?

Damn it, he had to quickly find the old black dragon, otherwise, he would be beaten to death by these dragons. Although they were all fake, in the dream, true was false, and false was true. It would be a real injustice to be beaten to death.

The time inside the dream was different from the time outside. The old black dragon should have been trapped for a long time. He should be frustrated, despairing, even angry, or showing other emotions at this time. He had to find him, how many dragons were like that.

His gaze swept across, and then he was stunned.

There was only one dragon like that, and it was still a young dragon.

He thought about it and ran towards that young dragon.

…

The old black dragon had been trapped for a month and was already so depressed that he hadn't changed, his eyes were numb. He didn't pay attention to his surroundings at all, and he didn't see anyone looking at him.

Just then, he raised his head, and a little dragon who often suffered from autism ran up to him, seemingly looking at him with magical eyes.

When the old black dragon saw other dragons, he immediately became angry and lashed out with his tail. "Get out of here, don't bother me."

With Dorre's martial arts experience, seeing this tail coming over, he naturally had the thought of dodging. With the abilities of these little dragons, although he wasn't controlling his own body, he wouldn't necessarily be unable to dodge it, at least he wouldn't be hit too hard, but this time he didn't dodge it.

The next moment, this tail hit him solidly.

Dorre was sent rolling out by the blow. He cursed inwardly, that was definitely the old black dragon. Such profound martial arts experience was definitely not something an ordinary little dragon would have.

He rolled out and then crawled back.

The old black dragon didn't want to pay attention to Dorre at all, glaring fiercely at Dorre, "You crippled dragon, get away from me."

This time he used the continent's common language.

Dorre rolled his eyes fiercely, "Old black dragon, it's me, Dorre."

The old black dragon glanced at the little dragon, the light that had lost its luster quickly lit up, then looked carefully at Dorre, and quickly dimmed again.

"I must be hallucinating from being numb. How could Dorre appear here? This must be a trick to deceive me. If I stay here, I will definitely continue to follow the plot of my story. If I deviate from the development of the story, I might get lost in the dream."