The Witcher: Elemental Lords

The interior of the fortress was vast, but there weren't many houses; instead, there were many open spaces. At this moment, these open spaces were occupied by various lingering merchant caravans.

Dore had already arrived in front of Kyle.

Kyle looked at Dore, feeling somewhat grateful. If it weren't for Dore this time, they would have suffered heavy losses in the Cameron Mountains.

"Thank you this time, Mage Lin Rui." Kyle lowered his posture, knowing Dore had great potential and was worthy of his respect. "Are you going to the Glory Empire?"

Dore's expression was solemn, and he nodded. "Thank you for your care all the way, Steward Kyle."

Kyle patted Dore on the shoulder. "No need, no need. I should be thanking you. If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have had such an easy time in the Cameron Mountains, and you also taught Carl enchanting."

Dore smiled. "He has already thanked me."

Kyle sighed and said, "Our caravan also has business dealings in the Glory Empire. If you want to find me, you can have someone bring a message. I believe I can still help you with some minor matters."

Dore nodded and said, "I will. If I need to build a mage tower in the future, I will definitely need your help."

Kyle's eyes lit up.

After the two spoke for a while, Kyle lowered his head and whispered in Dore's ear, "Ivan and Candice have already notified their families about your matter. Disguise yourself when passing through Campbell Fortress. They already have their eyes on you."

Dore looked at Kyle in astonishment. "How did you know… Okay, I understand. Also, please call me Dore."

Kyle was taken aback, then smiled slightly and said, "Wizard Dore, then we'll see you later."

Dore nodded, then turned and left directly towards the outside of the fortress. Having arrived here, there was basically no danger, and he could complete the remaining journey alone.

In recent years, trade between the Northern Kingdom and the Glory Empire has been very close, with people from the two countries exchanging and traveling frequently. The checks are not strict. Dore simply stated his name and origin, and soon walked out of Campbell Fortress.

At the exit of the fortress, many merchant caravans were wandering around, some entering, some leaving, and several caravans were heading into the distance.

After walking out of the fortress, Dore glanced at Campbell Canyon, which split into two roads from here, one leading to the right and one leading to the left.

He just glanced at it, then strode forward, following a caravan, and walked to the left.

He wasn't the only one walking with the caravan; there were also many civilians and professionals trailing behind the caravan.

This was all allowed.

Leaving the caravan, he instantly felt like the whole world was just him alone. Without familiar people, surrounded by strangers, Dore felt extremely uncomfortable.

Not far away, he felt people constantly paying attention to him. These people were all professionals, but Dore remained calm.

He was currently wearing hunter's gear, with a tattered leather armor, an iron-tired bow on his back, a quiver on his right waist, and a small sword on his left waist, looking every bit like an adventurer.

Lone adventurers always attract attention. Soon, he was approached by several people, with invitations from adventure groups.

Dore politely declined their invitations and continued on his way alone.

However, he soon discovered that some of the gazes around him had obviously become malicious. Some people were even intentionally surrounding him, and these people weren't even in the same group.

Dore was a little speechless. Did he really look that easy to bully?

Soon, a hoodlum-like young man carrying a giant axe walked towards him first, showing off his strong muscles as he walked, chewing on something in the corner of his mouth, looking very disgusting. His eyes were as if he had seen prey, full of aggression.

"Little guy, is this your first time out?"

The man came to Dore's front and spoke directly.

Dore glanced at him without any expression, and said lightly, "Yes!"

"First time out, huh? Do you have any money? If you have money, give it to Grandpa, and Grandpa guarantees to take you safely to the Glory Empire, right, brothers, haha." He looked back at the hoodlum-like youths, who immediately laughed.

Dore glanced at the young man, pretended to take something out of his arms, and then he quickly opened his hand. It was a small black medicine bottle.

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, "I have a little something for you, do you want it!" He reached out to pull out the bottle stopper.

Seeing this small black medicine bottle, the hoodlum-like young men were instantly frightened and ran away in a hurry.

Oh my god, a pharmacist.

Not only the ordinary people, but even the caravan in front began to stir.

Dore's mouth revealed a hint of sarcasm. He held the small bottle in his hand, tossing it up and down, looking provocatively at the surroundings.

No one underestimated Dore. The reputation of pharmacists is synonymous with mass destruction everywhere, unless they are at the second level or higher and can use Dou Qi to protect themselves.

The grade of the magic potion in Dore's hand was unknown, and they didn't dare to approach it easily. It wasn't a battle to the death.

Just then, Dore's face suddenly changed. He quietly moved to the left, turning his body to another direction in the crowd. At this moment, an arrow grazed the corner of his clothes and shot into the distant sky.

Dore saw the person. He was from another group of people, standing in the distance, with three or four bows aimed at him.

Seeing this, Dore didn't pretend anymore. He quickly moved his feet, and at the same time, the surrounding mental power surged wildly, and the magic elements quickly concentrated on him. In less than a second, two fist-sized fireballs formed around him. These were two fireballs with enhanced explosive power.

Seeing these two small fireballs, the surrounding people immediately moved further away.

The group of archers suddenly opened their mouths wide, and panic broke out in the crowd. "Damn, he really is a mage, shoot him to death quickly, don't let him release magic."

Four or five people drew their bows and shot arrows at Dore at the same time, with arrows flying towards Dore's direction.

Dore was also a little angry at this time. In broad daylight, these people actually dared to attack him. With so many people around and the caravan watching, they actually dared to kill him. At this moment, anger had already soared into the sky.

He had no power to fight back when he was in Domon City, but now…

He quickly captured the direction from which the surrounding arrows were flying, dodging left and right. At the same time, two fireballs were quickly thrown out.

The fireballs drew an arc in the sky and fell towards the group of people at an extremely fast speed.

Some dodged, some continued to shoot arrows, and some shot at the fireballs.

With two loud bangs, the fireballs exploded where they landed. The impact and penetrating power of the flying debris instantly blew the group of people over, with two people blown over on the spot and three or four people injured.

Dore's mental power was already extraordinary, and he had also specially strengthened the explosion, making the power of the shattered stones after the explosion even stronger.

At this time, almost all of the arrows shot at him had disappeared. Those people dodged away, and no one came out to attack Dore.

Dore didn't stand still, but continued to move while observing the surrounding situation. Two fireballs formed again. At the same time, two magic missiles also formed above his head.