The Witcher: Elemental Lords

In a basement in the southern district.

In the dark room, a candle next to a man emitted a faint light, illuminating the yellowed paper in his hand.

His brow was furrowed, filled with helplessness. A level seven Gold Corpse was even harder to kill. It seemed this money wouldn't be easy to earn.

The death of two Gold-ranked assassins was definitely a huge loss for the organization.

They also had level seven Diamond-ranked assassins, but deploying them once was too costly and wouldn't be done lightly. Moreover, the target was now a level seven Wizard Tower, a level seven Gold Corpse. Judging from the information they obtained last time, the target wasn't ignorant. On the contrary, their intelligence was a step ahead of theirs. Assassination was basically impossible; they could only force a kill, but force a kill! ! !

"Forget it, I'll send the message back first and see what they say. It's just that the losses this time are too heavy. The other three should be from the Sand Scorpion group. Dorlay also captured one. With his abilities, he should be able to get something out of him."

He lowered his head and carefully organized the information in his hand.

The Sand Scorpion Adventurer Group was suspected to be a resurgence of the Nightmare Empire. The Dark Guild had records of this, so if these two fought, the Dark Guild might be able to benefit from it. What he feared now was the official intervention of Vassenburg.

The Sand Scorpion and Dorlay were mortal enemies. They hadn't taken action before because they didn't have much of a chance, and also because both sides had a lot to consider and didn't dare to act ostentatiously. Now that he had grown up, the Sand Scorpion had no choice but to act, but once they did, the problem would be completely exposed. That kid was growing too fast.

This news had to be reported as soon as possible.

He quickly wrote a note, then took out a small box and put it in.

...

Two hours ago.

On the wasteland outside Vassenburg, a wizard dressed in black sat on a carriage with a canopy.

His eyes were closed, and streams of death aura flowed around him.

Before long, he suddenly opened his hand, which held three glass bottles. Two of the glass bottles had already shattered, and the blood inside had spilled all over the ground. The blood had become rotten and sour, quickly turning black. Although one of the glass bottles was intact, it already had a trace of decay.

"Oh, it actually failed. Three people, two dead, and this one was captured?"

The black-robed wizard frowned. Almost without thinking, he crushed the bottle in his hand.

The bottle shattered instantly, and the blood inside flowed out, but the blood was still blood, still red, without any change.

The black-robed wizard's expression changed. The other party had sealed the assassin, causing the curse to fail. This was troublesome.

Thinking of this, he stood up, put away the carriage, and quickly disappeared from the spot.

On the empty wasteland, it was as if there had never been a carriage, nor had there ever been a black-robed wizard. It was silent, dead, and full of desolation.

...

Summer was a season when all creatures were extremely active. When summer arrived, it was also the season when all villages and towns did their best to guard against wild beasts in the wilderness. Every year at this time, towns, cities, and large cities would become tense.

Guards and patrols were dispatched everywhere.

Summer was also the season of harvest, the busiest season everywhere.

This summer in Vassenburg was calm on the surface, but turbulent beneath. After Dorlay advanced to a level seven apothecary, the Lant family softened under a series of measures, and the Marcia family also softened. The various forces maintained peace on the surface, but undercurrents surged beneath.

Because of Dorlay's actions, the Apothecary Guild made huge changes, and other guilds also made a series of corresponding changes, attracting many wizards to participate and compete for talent.

The disputes within this were difficult for outsiders to understand.

What was Dorlay doing at this time? At this time, he was waiting for news while collecting the scattered Xuan Corpse Insects from various places.

The Sand Scorpion Adventurer Group was no longer his main target, but the territory was. He now needed to scout the territory and needed enough Xuan Corpse Insects to use as eyes.

In any case, the Sand Scorpion Adventurer Group's strongholds wouldn't be able to escape for a while. He would let them develop for a few more days first.

The Albis Mountains were a must for him.

This time, he would truly use Lord Baal, his level seven Wizard Tower, and the Gold Corpse. As long as he scouted the situation clearly, he would kill one or two with lightning speed, and the following things would be much easier to handle.

Baal had been sleeping in a small house on the second floor of the Wizard Tower recently. In his words, he was digesting the food he had eaten some time ago, but what Dorlay saw was that a mysterious power on this guy's body was rapidly expanding, and the power of devouring seemed to be increasing. That seemed to be the power of another rule.

The bloodline of Hellhounds themselves contained a strange power. As long as they mastered the bloodline power, they could control the rules. Being here with Dorlay for so long, he had been eating all the time, and his bloodline power was evolving rapidly.

In addition, Ashe was also studying the bloodline power of Hellhounds, creating many bloodline potions, which provided Baal with many conveniences, and this guy's strength was also increasing rapidly.

Dorlay planned to wait until the documents came down before working with Baal to go to the Albis Mountains to scout around.

These days, he had been living comfortably. The two families had softened and actively gave up their share of the beverage business, making the Azure Drink Shop's business even more prosperous. The apothecaries also actively gave up a portion of their profits.

Dorlay wasn't an unreasonable person either. He allowed their people to join the apothecary training, but the price was very high.

This didn't seem like a concession, but it was actually a concession. It should be known that those apothecaries were already undergoing systematic training, and only needed an opportunity to grow. Dorlay giving them a few lectures would probably lead to rapid progress. The improvement of the apothecaries' strength was worth any amount of money.

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Dorlay was at ease being a homebody, not seeing anyone, collecting the benefits he should collect, doing the things he should do, and now he was just quietly waiting for news.

As for the Sand Scorpion Adventurer Group's matter, the Glorious Wizard Alliance didn't give him any news at all, and Dorlay didn't specifically inquire about it.

It was just an attempted assassination after all, and Dorlay didn't take it to heart.

Soon, another five days passed.

Early morning on August 1st.

When the first ray of sunlight passed through the surrounding mountains and entered Vassenburg, the light hit the window.

Dorlay opened his eyes, a flash of light in his eyes.

He got out of bed and slowly came to the door.

The door opened, and Ashe's figure also appeared at the door. At the same time, Baal's huge humanoid body slowly walked up from downstairs.

Although he could also use the power of teleportation, he just liked to walk.

Baal waved at them and smiled, "Long time no see."

Dorlay said unhappily, "If you slept less, we could see each other every day."

Baal scratched his head, "Whether it's bloodline magic beasts or orthodox magic beasts, they all need to rely on sleep to absorb energy and improve their understanding. It's nothing like you humans."

His gaze suddenly shifted, and he saw the Gold Corpse's body. He blinked, and then his eyes widened instantly.

"So that's the aura I sensed a few days ago. Where did you find this ten-thousand-year-old Gold Corpse? The earth rules are quite strong."

He moved his feet and quickly walked over, sniffing the Gold Corpse like a dog.

Dorlay never concealed anything from Baal, saying, "It was found in a relic in the southwest. In addition to the Gold Corpse, there was also an ancient soul in that relic that had turned itself into a half-human, half-insect. It was very terrifying. It's estimated that his peak should have been level eight or nine, but time was too long, and his soul essence was declining. Now, only level six remains. I almost didn't come back."