The Witcher: Elemental Lords

The deputy pontiff, who had participated in the siege of the Nightmare Ancestor, remained silent for a moment. Hearing this, he slowly said, "Dore's attack power is extremely strong. At level seven, he could unleash power close to level nine. Now that he's entered level eight, his strength is probably even greater. In terms of individual strength, he already stands at the pinnacle of the world."

Hearing this, those who had also participated in the siege nodded. "That kid is indeed very powerful and has a very high awareness of danger."

If he hadn't suddenly appeared, the Nightmare wouldn't have died. The Nightmare had just entered level nine when he sensed it, and that kid went straight to his door and killed him. No one else has such a sense of danger. You know, we searched for more than half a year and couldn't find any trace of him.

Dore's tracking skills can be said to be close to invincible in everyone's eyes.

After discussing for a while, Standard suddenly said, "Forget it, let's not consider this person. We'll do what we need to do, just try not to provoke him. This person is a bit of a monster. He announced the creation of a trade caravan and wants to do business in the rainforest. No matter who it is, try not to touch him unless we have absolute certainty of victory. The Tribunal should set up a special team to gather intelligence on Dore and try to study his weaknesses."

"Yes, Your Holiness."

…

At the same time, the world was shaken.

Dore independently drove away Daheitian and publicly announced the establishment of a trade caravan to do business in the rainforest. Most organizations and forces found it unbelievable.

On the one hand, they wondered, 'Who is this person? So awesome? I think he doesn't want to live.'

On the other hand, several well-informed organizations, forces, and the empire remained silent, as if tacitly acknowledging the matter. They couldn't figure out what Dore's capabilities were.

Time passed slowly, and soon half a month had gone by. The news of Daheitian's expulsion became known to the world.

…

Glory Empire, harem, Emperor Yale's bedroom.

In front of a huge bed, Emperor Yale was packing things into a package, and a beautiful concubine was helping him.

Emperor George stood behind Emperor Yale, watching carefully. His father was packing his things, preparing to move out of the palace.

To be honest, as an old emperor, a retired emperor, an emeritus emperor, he had been in the palace for a bit too long.

This time, Yale the Great would take all his concubines with him, leaving a large part of the palace empty.

George was a little reluctant, after all, Emperor Yale had taught him many things. Although the imperial family was ruthless, Emperor Yale had not made things too difficult for him in this regard. Once he relinquished power, he relinquished it completely, without participating in it.

"Father, I don't object to you going to the Northern Legion, but the current situation is that the southeastern border is turbulent."

George meant that if his father went to the Southeast Legion, he could deal with the Light Empire.

Emperor Yale looked back at him, then continued packing.

"That's your business to consider, not mine. I've already retired and don't even call myself 'This Emperor' anymore."

George's mouth twitched. "Other emperors are desperately trying to hold onto power, but you've retired too thoroughly."

He complained in his heart.

But he said, "There's nothing going on in the north. There's nothing for you to do there."

Emperor Yale turned his head, looked at George again, and said unhappily, "Get lost. I've already given you the throne. You still want me to work for you? How is that possible? Figure it out yourself."

George knew it would be like this and sighed, no longer trying to persuade him.

Emperor Yale had a total of sixteen women. Except for those who had died, there were still six left, and there were more than fifty children, seven or eight of whom were still young. George would have to worry about these things in the future. Emperor Yale didn't care anymore, he would just take the women away. If anyone didn't want to go to the north with him, they could just find someone to marry locally.

He didn't force them. Women were just something to have. Only children were real.

There were a few women who really didn't want to leave. He would persuade them later. He would take those who were willing to go with him, and leave those who weren't. Anyway, these women were all very beautiful and could still get married.

"You have to be careful with this Dore. He single-handedly wiped out Daheitian. It can be said that he alone is worth half of the Glory Wizard Alliance. He can be used, but only as a friend, not by force."

Emperor Yale suddenly spoke, adding one more sentence.

George was much more open-minded than his father on this point. He smiled faintly, "I know. This person's goal is not in this world. His goals are greater and more magnificent, so I haven't treated him as a subject. I'll just ask him for help when I need it. Ordering him around is probably impossible."

Emperor Yale didn't turn his head, just nodded, "That guy once had rumors that he was the reincarnation of the gods. I think it's about the same. His strength has increased too ridiculously. Now that he wants to form a trade caravan, let him do what he wants. After a trip to the rainforest, he probably developed some compassion. The human race in the rainforest is really too miserable."

"Dore is a good person, not a bad person. I can understand what he's doing."

"I will, in the name of the empire, notify all countries and all second-rate and above forces that they will not be allowed to disturb Dore's trade caravan," George said.

Emperor Yale finished packing at this time, stood up, curled his lips, "Even if someone disturbs him, no one will dare to do anything. The Turin Bone Tower can really kill level eight beings. The wizard tower made of bones of extraterrestrial creatures is not a joke. If the ancestor is hit by it, he will break all his bones."

He packed up his things, put them all into the storage ring, looked at it, and then giggled, "The alchemy technology is getting better and better, and these space rings are getting bigger and bigger. It's really good."

George's mouth twitched slightly when he saw his father's intelligence drop.

Dad, is this still the wise and martial you?

He lowered his head and said, "This is thanks to Lord Mo and the Alliance President. The two adults have put in a lot of effort for space technology."

Emperor Yale put down his hand, raised his head, and said with a smile, "Don't forget Dore. He also has a share of the credit. Now, in the way of space, only he and Vasily are the most powerful. Unfortunately, as warriors, we can never reach them."

He sighed, feeling a little annoyed in his heart. Why did his talent run to the warrior side?

Sigh.

He put away his posture, looked around, didn't see anything, and then shouted, and ran out.

George looked at his father steadily from behind, and then followed.

Emperor Yale walked and said, "The way of the monarch lies in balance, in control, in planning, and in having foresight. Don't wait for others to report everything. You must have your own intelligence means. I don't need to teach you these things, but I'll say it again today, and I won't say it again in the future."

He sighed and said, "The only regret I have after so many years is that I didn't let ordinary people live a prosperous life. I hope it can be done in your hands. The results in Albis Mountain are very good."