The Witcher: Elemental Lords

Place the white phosphorus, sulfur, and charcoal separately on clean paper and grind them individually into fine powder. This requires great precision, so he specially made a smooth stick and a very smooth steel plate for this task.

After grinding them into powder, Dorre mixed them together, stirring very carefully and evenly. Then, using a special spoon he had prepared, he scooped out a spoonful and placed it in his palm.

He closed his eyes, and his mental energy slowly flowed down to his palm.

His mental energy penetrated his skin and quickly sensed the materials in his hand.

Materials science states that if a gentle flame is sensed, it means the white phosphorus is just right and the charcoal is insufficient. If a raging fire is sensed, it means there is too much charcoal, too little sulfur, and enough white phosphorus.

Dorre sensed it, and what he felt was a gentle flame, indicating it was just right.

He opened his eyes, looking at the materials at hand with satisfaction. The materials for the Hand of Burning were just right. Of course, this was only the first step; a second process was needed: adding magic crystal powder.

The second process also required mental energy sensing. Although the proportions were fixed, the final result still depended on the mental energy sensing.

Using one spoonful as a base, he added magic crystal powder.

Then he sensed it one by one. The first spoonful had too much magic crystal, so he added a little more powder. Then there wasn't enough magic crystal, so he added more.

He continued until the sensing matched the materials science, then he stopped.

Then the second spoonful, the third spoonful.

Each spoonful was a basic unit of the Hand of Burning. The duration of the spell depended on the node structure of the spell model. Ordinary vortex nodes could only last for thirty seconds at most. Other structures were different, but each had its own advantages, which Dorre would need to develop one by one in the future.

It seemed simple, but just the proportions took up most of the day, and it was slowly completed by dusk.

He sealed the materials one by one, put them in a small bag, carefully placed it in his sleeve, and then relaxed, feeling an infinite sense of security.

Although the Hand of Burning was only a zero-level spell, it was still quite powerful when cast, comparable to the aura attack of a first-level warrior. With this zero-level spell, he could be considered to have a guarantee of safety.

No matter who came, as long as they weren't a ranked professional and dared to get close, he would burn them to death with a fiery palm.

Hehe he.

Opening the door, Dorre found a small person sitting at the entrance, Connie.

Connie was holding a basket, seemingly having waited for a while.

It was cold outside, but Connie didn't seem to feel it at all, lying on the ladder looking at the somewhat dim sky.

Hearing the movement behind her, she immediately stood up and looked back.

"Brother Lynn, are you finished?" Connie was very happy, a bright smile on her face.

Dorre nodded. He walked down a few steps and took the basket in his hand. "Come in, I'm done eating, you can take it back later."

Connie stood up from the stairs, following Dorre into the room.

She smelled it. There was a strange smell in the room, which didn't seem to be the smell of medicine. She looked around, but the dog named Baal didn't seem to be there.

However, she didn't care and said proudly, "Uncle York has stood up! He will come to thank you in person in a few days."

Dorre shook his head and said, "Tell him to rest well and not come over. I'll be going to the mountains in the next few days to find some medicine, so you don't need to bring food anymore."

Connie was stunned. "Brother, what kind of medicine do you need? Just let the uncles and aunts send it to you. Why do you have to go to the mountains? The mountains are very dangerous."

The mountains were both the townspeople's reliance and their nightmare. The nearby mountains were fine, with many traps set up by them, and even powerful beasts dared not come over. But going deeper was not possible. There were packs of wolves, as well as bears, lynx, and other fierce creatures. Every time there was a large-scale hunt, someone would always get injured, and some would even die.

Every time Connie saw the adults go into the mountains, she was very worried.

Dorre smiled and pinched her cheek, saying, "It's okay, I'll just look around nearby. Your brother isn't much older than you, and I don't want to die early."

Connie's face turned red, and she stopped talking.

As the daughter of the town chief, her clothes were slightly more luxurious than those of other children, made of real cloth rather than linen. Dorre looked at her small face, which was a little red from the cold, quickly ate the food, and had Connie take the basket back, including the one from the morning.

Originally, he had planned to cook for himself, but the town chief was too enthusiastic, and he couldn't handle it, so he had him send food over. In return, he would have Connie send some medicine over every few days to stock up.

Dorre liked to make medicine, and the townspeople also voluntarily sent herbs to exchange for some finished medicine, which was good for everyone.

Connie quickly went back, but soon, Dorre felt that someone was coming again. It was already late outside, why would someone still come?

Opening the door, he found it was Victor.

He was a little stunned.

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Victor looked serious, "I heard from Connie that you are going to the mountains tomorrow."

Dorre naturally couldn't say that he was going to the mountains to experiment with magic, "Yes, I'm going to collect some special things, I won't go too far."

In the past few days, Victor had become very trusting of Dorre, treating him as one of his own, and had exchanged a lot of powerful medicine from Dorre, which he had never had before.

"Then should I have our most skilled hunter escort you?"

Are you kidding me? If you escort me, how can I experiment with magic? He shook his head like a rattle, saying, "No need, no need, I'm also a mid-level warrior apprentice, no worse than ordinary people, and I'm just looking around nearby. It would be best if I can find it, if not, then forget it."

The first day Victor saw Dorre, he knew that he was quite strong. After all, who has such dark skin? Although it looked a little whiter these days.

He took out a cylindrical object from his arms and handed it to Dorre, "Then take this with you, and if you encounter danger, pull the rope on the back."

Dorre took a look. Oh, a signal emitter.

He wasn't polite and accepted it. If he didn't accept it, this guy probably wouldn't leave. He asked again, "I've seen them cutting wood these days, is someone in the village dividing the family and building a house?"

Victor chuckled, "It's being built for you. Well, I'm leaving, see you."

Dorre was stunned when he heard this, but Victor had already left the house, and soon only a shadow remained in the dark, which quickly disappeared. He stood at the door, looking outside, feeling somewhat complicated.

In the darkness, besides the sound of the river flowing in the distance, the mountains were very quiet. He raised his head and looked at the sky, with countless stars hanging in the sky, as if there were endless mysteries hidden within.

What wizards ultimately pursue is the starry sky. The infinitely magnificent starry sky is the object pursued by all wizards. Wizards yearn for knowledge, yearn for mystery, and spend their entire lives exploring.

After looking at the sky for a while, Dorre tightened his somewhat cold clothes, covered his neck, and then returned to the bamboo building.

The outside of the bamboo building was already blocked by a thick layer of grass, and it was no longer so drafty. Dorre was still quite satisfied, but this place was too close to the water, and the cold air from the river was still a bit cold. This was only the beginning of winter. If another month or two passed, he might freeze to death.