The Witcher: Elemental Lords

Seeing this situation, everyone in the Light Empire fell silent. It was only a matter of time before the Glory Empire breached the fortress. They originally thought that the Glory Empire's two-pronged attack would inevitably lead to the breaching of their national borders. They would certainly occupy the southeastern region, and the Dark Empire would occupy the southern region, a win-win for both. But now, the enemy was counterattacking, and they were powerless to resist, which was the most embarrassing situation.

If the fortress was breached, they would have no way to explain it to the people, let alone to the divine envoy, and even less to the God of Light.

Standa glanced at the several Rank 9s, sighed, and said, "Let's negotiate first. If negotiations fail, prepare to summon the divine envoy."

The three Rank 9s nodded together.

Standa stood up tall, transformed into a blazing light, and flew forward.

Behind him, the other three followed closely.

…

Dore, and the other two were resting, not chatting much. Dore didn't feel there was anything good to talk about with them.

When the fortress started fighting, the three stood up and looked over there.

After fighting for about ten minutes, the Light Empire's fortress indeed began to teeter. The Light Empire's Rank 9s finally couldn't help but fly towards them.

The Glory Empire's magic crystal cannons were world-renowned, not only with long lifespans but also with tremendous power. More than a hundred cannons bombarded continuously, and even the most powerful wizard array couldn't withstand it. Now that the other side's Rank 9s had jumped out, it was time to go out and negotiate.

Dore only glanced at it and frowned slightly. It turned out to be Standa, this Supreme Rank 9. No wonder he had such confidence to jump out. Even with him here, the other side dared to come out.

He glanced at the two and said, "If we don't fight later, then so be it. If we do fight, each will fight on their own. Be careful." After saying that, he took the lead, transforming into a white light and disappearing from the spot. When he reappeared, he was already in the extremely high sky, overlooking the earth.

Teleportation.

Seeing this, Kompus and Stanley were both somewhat envious.

As a Supreme Rank 9 wizard, Dore had comprehended countless rules. How much power these rules added up to, no one knew. They only knew that his famous battle was the one against Soloff, which was simply shocking.

Originally, they thought Dore was just a Rank 9 who had comprehended a few scattered rules. Later, they realized that his other rules were also terrifyingly powerful. No wonder he never cared about other people's criticisms.

Would a lion care what ants think? Obviously not.

Wizard Dore was already Rank 9 and would eventually leave. They could only look at him now; in the future, they wouldn't even be able to see his back.

Seeing this, the two looked forward, and their figures flew up at an extremely fast speed.

A Rank 9 battle should not be on the ground; the destructive power was too great.

As the Rank 9s on both sides ascended, the fighting on the ground became more intense.

…

In front of Dore, Standa, holding a crystal-clear scepter and wearing a white wizard robe, appeared in the form of a ray of light.

He only glanced at Dore and frowned. Another clone.

But even if it was a clone, Standa didn't dare to underestimate him. The other side could destroy Soloff's clone, and Soloff was even stronger than him. If it weren't for the Light God's reward, he wouldn't be Soloff's opponent, let alone Dore.

As soon as he appeared, he said in a strange spiritual rhythm, "Wizard Dore, can you represent the Glory Empire?"

Dore was expressionless, with his hands behind his back, his eyes sweeping around, as if he didn't take Standa seriously.

"I am standing here, so naturally, I represent the Glory Empire."

Standa knew that he was at a disadvantage this time, so he said, "Respected Wizard Dore, then let's talk about the compensation issue. What compensation does the Glory Empire need to give up attacking my Light Empire?"

Dore raised an eyebrow. Standa was making it clear right away, talking about compensation right from the start?

When he came, the empire didn't say anything about this. On the contrary, George seemed very interested in attacking the Glory Empire's interior.

Thinking of this, he looked into the distance, where three Rank 9s were confronting Kompus and Stanley, but they weren't fighting.

Obviously, they were also watching the two of them to see how they would act.

He thought for a while and suddenly smiled faintly, "A country's fate has its ups and downs, its strengths and weaknesses. The Light Empire attacked the Glory Empire because it knew its own national strength was strong, and with the alliance with the Dark Empire, breaking through the Glory Empire was not a problem. No one from the Glory Empire came out to intercede. You attacked yours, and we defended ours. If we lost, then we deserved it."

Hearing this, Standa's mouth twitched. He understood what Dore meant.

Now that you are about to lose, you have to bear the responsibility for your attack. Don't send anyone to intercede. The Glory Empire will not accept that.

He sighed and said, "So, we are now talking about war reparations."

Dore didn't bother to say anything more and said directly, "That will be after the breakthrough. It's a bit too early to talk about war reparations now."

Standa's expression froze. Still have to wait until the breakthrough?

He complexion turned gloomy, and he said, "Wizard Dore, can't you be more accommodating? Qian Yue should have told you about this matter as well. If we can compensate, we will stop now. We promise not to attack the Glory Empire again for two hundred years."

Dore chuckled, "Not attack again for two hundred years? I don't think it will take two hundred years. In ten years at most, the Glory Empire will be able to occupy half of the Light Empire's territory!"

Standa's face darkened, "Half of the territory? Wizard Dore thinks too highly of the Glory Empire. Our Light Empire has a vast territory, and the people's faith is strong. Under the rule of the God of Light, everything is the wealth of our Lord. Unless you massacre your way through, you won't get a single city."

Dore shrugged, "The Glory Empire also has a lot of people. Immigrating there, I guess many people would be willing. It is the responsibility of every citizen of the Glory Empire to expand the territory for the empire."

Who wouldn't talk big? Did they really think Dore was an ordinary wizard? He was also a qualified politician!

Standa was immediately so angry that his face turned pale.

The reason for occupying another country's territory is for the population, but you don't even want the population. How shameless.

"Can we really not negotiate?" Standa's face completely darkened.

"Aren't we negotiating now?" Dore said leisurely.

"The God of Light is above. Wizard Dore, you can represent the Glory Empire, but the Glory Empire cannot represent you. If you are still so stubborn, you will suffer a big loss sooner or later."

Dore spread his hands, looking indifferent, "Don't make futile remarks. It's meaningless. Either we fight, or the war below ends."

Standa's body was flowing with the aura of light, the light of the magic wand in his hand flickered, and his face was quite ugly, seemingly about to attack, but he still maintained a considerable degree of restraint.

"Dore, please forgive my rudeness. This war must end today. I will ask you again, can we really not negotiate?"

Dore's aura was also slowly rising, and the skeletal demon god's illusory image was faintly standing behind him, a blurred influence, a huge and real scythe as if it could jump out from behind at any time and kill the enemy in front.

Seeing this image, Standa's heart was extremely gloomy.

"Please forgive my rudeness." Standa suddenly retreated, while retreating, he exuded a generous light. He casually threw out an object, and that thing immediately flew away, flying towards the higher sky.