The Witcher: Elemental Lords

The mental fatigue was real, but physically there wasn't much, anyway, it wasn't using the real body, but it did consume a lot of initial matter as replenishment.

The clone also took this opportunity to train hard, and its arms and waist became much thicker.

That black line is a product of rules. Each collision seems to be like a folk baseball game, but the power generated by the collision cannot be underestimated. Each strike is equivalent to an eighth-level power collision. Under the energy surge, the wizard array inside the Turin Bone Tower is now riddled with holes and can be said to be vulnerable.

However, it wasn't a waste for Dorale to wear down the opponent's will. So, after he woke up, the first thing he did was check himself, look at the state of the two women, and then send a message, directly closing his bedroom and falling into a deep sleep.

All the clones and the main body went to sleep together. This was the first time in Dorale's history of successful cultivation.

He didn't know how long had passed, but Dorale felt that he had some strength and opened his eyes.

What came into view was not the Tower of Babel, nor the Turin Bone Tower, but a dilapidated roof.

This dilapidated roof was very familiar. Dorale suddenly became alert and looked around.

Underneath him was a dilapidated bed, on both sides were leaky house panels, and on his body were tattered clothes. The only change was that the dog beside his feet was gone, which made him a little unaccustomed.

If Baal was lying there, it would be like returning to when he was still in Domon County.

He suddenly realized that this was his dream.

Dorale had experienced the dreams of many people, but he had never experienced his own dreams, because wizards rarely dream, almost never dream. Plus, he cultivated the Nightmare Meditation Method, so the chance of dreaming was almost zero.

He looked at his arm and felt the surrounding damp, rotten, and somewhat sour smell. Everything was so real.

He wondered if his current situation was a normal dream or if someone had pulled him into a dream.

He tried to concentrate his will and then used various dream-entering wizardry.

The wizardry was successful, but he still hadn't escaped the dream. But after testing it, he knew that it wouldn't be difficult for him to get out.

Dorale thought for a while, puzzled, so he didn't force it. If he was dreaming, so be it.

It definitely wasn't someone else pulling him into the dream. If someone else pulled him into the dream, then those dream wizardries would definitely work. There was no doubt about that.

He sat up, didn't tidy up his clothes, but pushed open the door and looked outside.

What came into view was a narrow canal, flowing from the inner city to the outer city and outside the city. Beside this small canal, all the workers were washing up in various poses.

The surrounding sound of water, the sound of people, everything was so real, as if it were real.

This is my dream?

Like the old black dragon, experiencing it again?

Dorale didn't want to waste his time here. Dreams are different from memories. Anything that appears in here is likely to cause harm to him. He didn't want to hang here inexplicably.

Regarding dreams, Dorale knew better than anyone else. He clearly knew what the situation was here. Originally, he wanted to leave directly.

Just then, he glanced around and found that this place was somewhat different from his memory.

He wasn't that old. He was now twenty-nine years old, and Baal wasn't at his feet. Most importantly, his strength was still there.

This was a strange world. He suddenly had a hint of interest in exploring.

He closed his eyes, the surrounding dream stirred, and suddenly he raised his hand, and a wizard tower appeared in his hand. The Turin Bone Tower.

Of course, this was a dream, and this couldn't be the real Turin Bone Tower, but just something Dorale had imagined.

He was going to search this dream to see how this dream was generated, whether it was his own dream, or for some other reason.

In fact, he most likely felt that he could have this dream probably because of the Nightmare Ancestor. The Nightmare Ancestor was about to master the Law of Dreams, and the power of dreams in this world would be greatly enhanced. The rules of dreams were about to appear, and all level seven beings would notice it.

Wizards are progressing, and the world is also progressing, but the progress of the world is based on the foundation of life. For example, now that the rules of dreams are about to be comprehended, then the Dream Dao Law will change from a weak rule to a powerful rule. Or, for example, if someone really becomes a god by some means, then this world will also undergo a huge change, from a low-level world to an intermediate world.

Living beings are products of the world, and the world and living beings progress together. This is undoubtedly true. Therefore, in the long world, there are always races that rise and fall, and they will not always be strong. If a race is too strong, someone will always rise up and knock this race down.

This is what Dorale saw in the Glory Wizard Alliance. This is called the World Evolution Law. The world is conscious, and the Heavenly Tribulation is a manifestation of the world's consciousness. The world can also evolve, of course, its evolution is based on the evolution of life. He has no way to evolve himself.

Thinking of this, Dorale prepared to walk out, and as usual, walk out of the city to see what the situation was outside the city.

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He hung the wizard tower on his waist, went to the canal to wash up a bit, and then, as usual, walked towards the city gate.

Domon County was not big, and the city gate was not big either. At this time in the early morning, the flow of people at the city gate formed a long river of people, surging outwards, a tide of people.

Dorale walked along, looking around. This place was exactly the same as in his memory, and it was exceptionally real.

Real.

Dorale suddenly felt a chill down his spine. Could it be that the Nightmare Ancestor was about to grasp the reality of dreams, so wizards like himself who were about to reach level eight would dream?

His Nightmare Meditation Method was only at level seven, far from level eight. With the Nightmare Ancestor's nearly a thousand years of experience, the few rules of dreams could be easily comprehended, but he had no clue about the specific next step.

How to turn dreams into reality? This not only requires strong mental power, but also strong dream rules. So far, Dorale has no clue at all.

He now wanted to go out and observe whether the dream rules had grown a little and what was different from before.

There are several rules in dreams, and four of them are related to mental power, and there are six for dreams themselves. Dorale is currently comprehending all ten of these rules, but he is still far from mastering them.

Could it be that the Nightmare Ancestor has already turned these ten rules into one?

Dorale felt a little heavy in his heart. Once he combines these rules into one, then he is likely to master the power of the Law of Dreams and achieve godhood.

Above level seven, what matters is the degree of comprehension of the rules, and the auxiliary ability between rules. Two completely unrelated rules will definitely not be able to defeat two complementary rules. Therefore, after level seven, the difference in combat power between wizards is very large.

The direction of the rules that Dorale himself comprehended are very average, and they are all in the direction he wants to comprehend. Combining dozens of powers of rules into one is unbelievably powerful. Take the Thunder Calling Spell, for example, which is basically on par with an eighth-level advanced wizard spell, or even more powerful.