The Witcher: Elemental Lords

Mazzaro smiled slightly, "Have you ever seen an ordinary level eight wizard? I certainly haven't."

He turned his head to look at the others. The usually lively wizards in the wizard tower were silent at this moment, even somewhat fearful.

Some people may never see a level eight in their entire lives. Although Dorreby and the others were much younger, in the wizarding world, strength is seniority, is age.

Mazzaro nodded and said cautiously, "We have already communicated. It's the same as before. Today, we will go to their side to trade because last time it was on our side. And we have also communicated the content of the transaction in advance. After all, there are differences between the north and the south. They have things that we may not have, and we have things that they may not have."

Dorre nodded and still said, "You arrange it."

Mazzaro nodded, relieved.

He had communicated with the Imperial Mage Corps last night. The Imperial Mage Corps' meaning was also very clear: Wizard Dorre might need a large amount of meteorite iron recently, so let him buy it himself.

Having received this news, Mazzaro knew what was going on.

They had known for a long time that Wizard Dorre was an alchemist, but many people still couldn't accept that Wizard Dorre was an advanced alchemist.

How could an alchemist suddenly transform into an alchemist, and a very powerful one at that? This was simply an exaggeration.

Regardless of what he thought in his heart, he smiled slightly on his face, "Okay, we need to fly by ourselves this time. After leaving the fortress, I will actively communicate with the other party."

Dorre nodded, waved his hand, and stopped talking.

Seeing this, Mazzaro turned around and faced the many wizards, his expression becoming stern, "Then let's set off. Remember, don't be nosy. Whatever you see, pretend you didn't see it."

"Yes, Guild Leader."

Everyone shouted loudly together.

After speaking, some people secretly looked at Dorre.

Some people also whispered some words.

"Hey, I wonder if they have the five-colored crystal I mentioned last time. I want to refine some jewelry."

"Who knows? I want it too. There are very few wizards in the Northern Kingdom, but the goods are very sufficient, just not many varieties."

"That's right, that's right. I wonder what Wizard Dorre needs that our domestic wizarding circle doesn't have?"

"That must be level seven or eight materials. Wizard Dorre is the Alchemy King who can independently create level eight wizard towers."

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The group chattered, their eyes full of awe and fanaticism.

After hearing these words, Mazzaro coughed. He glanced at Dorre and found that the other party didn't care, so he felt relieved, waved his hand, and walked towards the fortress gate.

After exchanging opinions with the guards, the group quickly left the fortress and flew towards the north.

Everything was calm and tranquil inside the fortress. Only after walking out of the fortress did they discover that the weather outside was windy, with yellow sand filling the sky and blocking out the sun.

Flying in the air, almost everyone turned on their defenses. The layers of sand hitting the defenses felt like someone was throwing sand at them.

Someone cursed inwardly, "This damn weather."

Fortunately, the distance between the two fortresses was not long, only about twenty kilometers, and they could fly there quickly.

However, even so, some low-level wizards were choked by the wind and sand.

There was no sand within ten meters around Mazzaro, while Dorre had no wind or sand around him. He mastered the wind-based rules. With a slight movement of his power, the surrounding wind suddenly stopped, as if nothing had happened.

Seeing this, some people followed behind Dorre.

At first, it was one or two people. Seeing that Wizard Dorre didn't blame them, the people behind him hid behind him.

While flying, Mazzaro took the time to look back and was immediately speechless.

These people were really good at being lazy. He also wanted to be lazy, but he was too embarrassed to go over. However, twenty kilometers would be reached soon.

Traveling through the yellow sand was a test of one's patience and willpower because one couldn't see the scenery ahead, couldn't distinguish the direction, and people were easily irritable. Fortunately, everyone was a wizard and had mental power to explore.

After flying not far, a huge wind-based wizardry suddenly floated from a distance. Wherever the wizardry passed, the airflow stopped, the wind and sand quickly landed, revealing clean air.

However, the other party seemed to only be able to do this much. In the higher sky, there was still yellow sand everywhere.

A large area of vacuum sand appeared in the air, revealing the city wall behind.

On the city wall, dozens of figures were already waiting.

The wizardry was being emitted from one of them, who was also a level seven.

Seeing the people, Mazzaro came to Dorre's side and said, "That is Kelly, the level seven wizard guarding the fortress of the Northern Kingdom. He is a member of the Northern royal family."

On the wide city wall, Kelly looked at the people of the Glory Empire revealed by the dispelled wind and sand, and his heart trembled slightly.

A level eight visitor, and still that young man who advanced to level eight at the age of thirty-two, this was no small event.

He had already informed the Southeast General Assembly, and the General Assembly attached great importance to it. At the latest, in an hour and a half, a big figure would come.

This was a level eight, and still one who had come from their empire. Just thinking about it made his heart ache.

If the empire had one more level eight, wouldn't those magical beasts in the dangerous places within the territory dare not cause trouble?

The empire's higher-ups had eaten shit. What kind of wizard policy was this? Why couldn't commoners become wizards? This was completely unfair.

Thinking of this, he let his thoughts wander and looked ahead.

The familiar Mazzaro, the familiar people, and a stranger with a very powerful aura appeared in front of him.

This person's aura was different from the level eight he usually saw. His aura was very strong, an indescribable strength, as if he had encountered a natural enemy, like a chick caught by an eagle, unable to muster even a trace of resistance.

Kelly gasped. No wonder the higher-ups were sending someone. Had this person already become so strong? He knew that when he usually saw level eight, he wouldn't feel like this. This already belonged to the category of encountering level nine.

He waved his hand, opened the magic circle, let these people in, and then bowed respectfully.

"Welcome Wizard Dorre, welcome Mazzaro."

His face was full of smiles, "We are honored to have Lord Dorre visit Kaimer Fortress."

His face was about to burst into a smile, but his heart was sweating profusely.

If there weren't two level nine knights sitting in the fortress, he was afraid that he would turn around and run away.

However, level nine warriors posed a threat to level eight wizards, but as long as there were precautions, the threat was not great. He still felt a slight chill on his back.

Dorre glanced at the other party and didn't slack off because the other party was a level seven wizard. Some strange wizardry, if used well, could cause level eight to suffer.

He bowed slightly and said, "Sorry for the trouble this time. We'll talk later."

Kelly nodded. Although he didn't know Dorre's purpose, it should be related to the Imperial Mage Corps. The higher-ups had already sent someone over. What he needed to do now was to do the small things well.

He waved his hand and smiled respectfully, "I have already arranged the venue. For this transaction, we have also prepared a lot of things. I hope everyone can take a fancy to them. Our Northern Kingdom produces various crystals. I hope everyone has enough magic crystals to buy them."