The Witcher: Elemental Lords

The weeds filled half a carriage, and all the staff around felt heavy in their hearts. This wasn't just weeds; it was thousands of gold coins, a significant sum for anyone.

The military and police had gone too far this time. He wondered how the trusted Hall Master would handle it.

Aiding and Oz stood at the entrance, watching Dorre's thoughtful figure. They stepped forward and said, "Master, it's all loaded."

Dorre turned his head, glanced at the carriage on the side, and nodded, saying, "Have someone take it to the military headquarters' entrance. I'll go have tea with Fain first." As he spoke, his mental power stirred, creating a whirlwind around him. Then, the whirlwind gradually intensified, lifting his body slowly into the sky.

Everyone who saw this was dumbfounded.

Level 3 Wizardry, Flight.

How long had it been? He had actually managed to create a Level 3 Wizardry. How was that possible? Everyone wore an incredulous expression.

Dorre was also flying for the first time. After flying into the sky, he controlled the nodes of the spell model, spraying the airflow to the side and rear, slowly flying forward.

At the same time, he felt the various gazes from below the academy. He ignored them and flew directly towards Huaz City.

The speed of Flight could be controlled. The slowest speed was like this, flying slowly, and the fastest speed was even faster than an arrow. He didn't want to be arrogant in front of others.

Soon, after flying out of the academy's atmosphere, he began to increase the output of wind power, and the speed increased.

The operation of Flight also required proficiency. He himself didn't have wind element magic power and could only extract wind elements from the air. The efficiency was very low, but flying was still unobstructed. He constantly lowered and raised his altitude, turned left, turned right, flew slowly, flew fast, and flew freely in the sky. This feeling was quite good.

No wonder it's Flight; it's just fun.

After Dorre summarized this point, he continued to float in the sky.

Another characteristic of Level 3 Wizardry was that it consumed a lot of mental power. No matter how the spell model was changed, it required extremely strong mental control. Otherwise, the spell model would collapse. If the magic failed at that time, people would die if they fell.

In addition, the speed of mental power consumption was also extremely exaggerated. He played for about an hour, and his mental power was consumed by almost a quarter. If it were an ordinary wizard, I'm afraid his mental power would be gone long ago.

Soon, he approached not far from Huaz City.

At this time, the Wizard Alliance badge on his waist suddenly emitted a mental wave.

Dorre was stunned and released this mental wave, drawing it out.

O'Neill's voice came from inside, "Dorre, have you completed the spell model for Flight?"

So this token can communicate remotely? Dorre raised an eyebrow, while lowering his altitude, and answered O'Neill.

"Yes, Lord O'Neill."

The other side fell silent. After five seconds, a sigh came from inside, "Your talent is a bit exaggerated. Flying is not allowed in Huaz City. Just fly to the city gate. Also, come to the Glory Wizard Alliance to update your information. You are currently the youngest Level 3 Wizard in Huaz City!"

Dorre gave a sound of acknowledgement. He heard the sigh in O'Neill's tone.

Level 3 Wizards were indeed very difficult to achieve. Some people lingered at Level 2 Wizard for a lifetime, while he, only seventeen years old after the new year, was already a Level 3 Wizard. Others must be envious.

This had advantages and disadvantages. The advantage was that he would receive attention, and many people would not openly offend him in the future. The disadvantage was that he would probably be truly targeted by many forces.

Level 2 Wizards were as common as dogs and not worth mentioning. If a Level 3 Wizard was invited to join their strength, that would definitely be a suppressive level.

Therefore, they would spare no effort to find him.

Dorre didn't care about this. He landed far from the city gate, came to the official road from an unknown place, and then came to the city gate.

He didn't enter the city, but walked straight to the city gate guard.

"Wizard, what can I do for you?" Seeing Dorre walking over, the city guard immediately greeted him and asked with some doubt.

Dorre nodded and said, "Please help me notify Fain to come and find me. I am Dorre."

Hearing the name Dorre, the surrounding city guards immediately stood in awe.

The squad leader immediately said, "Okay, Alchemist Dorre."

Dorre's name was not useful in other places, but it was definitely useful in the military and police. He had made great contributions to the development of the entire new city.

Dorre smiled, "Then I'll trouble you all."

…

It was already late autumn, and the various trees on both sides of the street had begun to turn yellow, with some fallen leaves on the street.

There were many people on the street. The weather was just right, and many people were wandering outside.

Dorre walked into the city and saw the lively market at the entrance.

There was a caravan in the market with more than a dozen carriages, covered by a layer of black cloth. On one of the carriages, several barbaric mercenaries were waving water-soaked rawhide whips, driving the things inside down.

Soon, two women lowered their heads and walked out trembling from inside.

Dorre immediately understood that this was a slave caravan.

As he walked, he carefully glanced at the two women.

Although these two people couldn't see their faces, their skin looked very fair from their exposed legs and arms. Although there were some scars, it didn't affect the essential skin color. They shouldn't be locals.

The Glory Empire was located in the temperate zone, and the people here were yellow-skinned. Only people further north had white skin.

Slaves from the north, he wondered what villages they had plundered or imperial citizens defeated in war?

Dorre frowned. He hated people who trafficked in slaves very much. This kind of behavior that didn't treat people as people should be banned in his eyes.

Frowning, he quickly left the market and headed towards the military headquarters.

Before long, he ran into a military headquarters carriage on the road. After getting into the carriage, he headed towards the military headquarters.

Before long, he arrived at the drill ground in the east of the city. Fain and several people were already waiting at the entrance.

Dorre got off the carriage, saw Fain, and smiled slightly, "I'm here this time to verify something, which may trouble you."

Fain grinned, "Don't mention it. We're the ones troubling you."

He pointed to the people next to him and said, "These are all my colleagues."

He also knew about Dorre's promotion to Level 3, knowing that everyone would no longer be on the same level in the future, so he simply introduced them to get acquainted.

Dorre nodded to them, his expression slightly serious, and said, "A carriage from our academy will come later. Can you help me see what's going on?"

Fain's expression changed instantly.

Dorre was now the Hall Master of the Magic Potion Hall. If he had something to ask him, and he brought things with him, then the trouble was self-evident?

Before he could speak, one person behind him carefully said, "Hall Master Dorre, is there a problem with the medicinal materials?"

The academy's current supply of potions was more than double what it was before, and the academy's prices were also relatively low. The military headquarters was very satisfied, and the number of medicinal materials provided was also relatively large. Could it be that there was a problem with the medicinal materials?