The Witcher: Elemental Lords

The storm domain comprehensively advanced downwards, the sky filled with fierce gales and flashing lightning, creating a terrifying atmosphere.

At this moment, on both ends of the canyon, in the sky, on the ground, and in the river, many magical beasts gathered, waiting to charge into the canyon.

Just then, Dorre's voice reached the ears of the construction team: "Don't worry, you can take a break. Their target is the road, not you. The City Lord's Mansion cannot guarantee everyone's safety in other places, but within the canyon, you are absolutely safe."

The sky had completely darkened, entirely composed of layers of chaotic clouds forming a storm, obscuring the heavens and the earth, with lightning flashing. In the distance, above the Northern Wilderness Mountains, something seemed to be brewing as well.

The Dragon Bat's face was extremely gloomy. He looked to both sides and silently muttered, 'Begin.'

Countless magical beasts surged down from the mountains, from the sky, the ground, and the river. Level three, level four, level five, and even level six, all charged towards the canyon as if a horn had sounded for their assault. Simultaneously, large swathes of magical light spewed from the mouths of the magical beasts, rushing towards the storm in the sky. They were declaring war on Dorre.

As if in unison, streaks of lightning flashed within the storm controlled by Dorre,迎向 魔兽.

Boom boom boom.

The battle began once again, only this time it was on a larger scale and covered a wider area. Lightning and the breath of magical beasts poured towards each other like rain, then exploded, creating even more terrifying explosions and cries.

Dorre stood in the sky, his eyes now devoid of himself, devoid of individual streaks of lightning. At the same time, wind blades hidden within the storm fell like rain.

The middle of the hundred-kilometer-long canyon instantly transformed into an ocean of magical power.

Lightning, wind blades, wind knives, Wind Spear Technique—all the spells Dorre had ever learned were condensed within the storm and fell to the ground.

The terror and grandeur were beyond description. The power wielded by both sides was immense. Dorre alone was worth a thousand troops and ten thousand horses.

At this moment, the Babel Tower slowly moved, following the eye of the storm and moving towards Dorre's direction.

In the Northern Wilderness Mountains, the Dragon Bat looked at Dorre, feeling exceptionally uncomfortable. 'Is he really only a level six human?' he wondered. 'With this strength, people would believe it if you said he was level eight. He's a true storm spirit!' However, he could sense that Dorre was still a bit short of becoming a true storm spirit.

He hardened his heart and roared, a strange rhythm forming on his body as he opened his mouth wide towards Dorre.

In the sky, a strange energy rapidly approached, silently and without a trace. Wherever it passed, the storm silently dissipated, turning into streams of wind. Only when it touched lightning would it emit crackling sounds, and its power rapidly decreased.

The strange energy rapidly advanced, sweeping away the storm within a dozen kilometers in one go.

With the storm gone, the lightning naturally disappeared as well. The magical beasts below were able to breathe a little easier, and some even crossed the river.

Dorre looked at the Dragon Bat, not bothered by him dispersing the storm, but turned to the side and said, "Lord Baal, I'll leave this to you."

Baal's terrifying figure, over twenty meters tall, materialized from the void and took a heavy step forward.

He roared, "Level seven power should be used to fight level seven. What's the point of bullying a level six kid? Come, let's fight!"

With a stomp of his foot, as if stepping on solid ground, Baal shot out, hellfire rising around him, bursting out of the storm and instantly obliterating that invisible force.

The Dragon Bat sighed. 'It's that damned magical beast again. A true lackey of the humans. Damn it, why doesn't he just die?'

He roared and spread his wings, charging towards Baal.

In less than two breaths, the two crossed dozens of miles and collided in the sky. Their power exploded, and the surrounding atmosphere was like dust, with shockwaves spreading out.

Boom.

Dorre hurriedly mobilized the storm to replenish the area that had just been cleared. At this time, the magical beasts in that area had already rushed ashore and were advancing towards the construction team.

Dorre flickered, and the next moment, he appeared in front of those magical beasts. Magical power gathered, and dozens of Wind Spear Techniques were unleashed. At the same time, magical power surged from his body, forming large swathes of wind blades and wind knives that swept towards the magical beasts. His goal was to block them and wait for the storm to be replenished.

Although the Wind Spear Technique was a level four spell, its penetrating power was extremely strong. After reaching level six, he could cast it with ease, and with the increase in mental power, he had gained a better understanding of how to use these spells.

Like javelins, the Wind Spear Techniques flew out, raining down.

The magical beasts' eyes widened in panic. Who released spells like it was raining?

Puff puff puff. The low-level magical beasts in the front fell in droves. Wind Spear Techniques below level five directly pierced through them, causing widespread death and injury.

The Wind Spear Techniques were extremely fast. After a wave of reaping, the Wind Blade Technique followed closely with another wave, numbering in the hundreds.

The wind blades fell into the ranks of the magical beasts, and immediately, large swaths of magical beasts fell, never to rise again.

The other magical beasts were immediately frightened and ran back.

Dorre didn't chase after them. It wasn't his style to bully small magical beasts with his near-level-seven strength. For him, unless they were of the same level, those below level six had no chance of fighting back.

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Level six creatures, whether human or magical beast, would generally not act easily. They were all striving for level seven. Even level seven lords wouldn't easily summon level six creatures.

Therefore, after Dorre occupied the Albis Mountains, those level six intelligent magical beasts didn't say anything and simply left.

Just as Dorre finished dealing with this, lightning flashed in his eyes. On the west side of the canyon, another area was filled with howling hurricanes and roaring lightning.

As the distance of the lightning usage increased, the lightning stored in the storm rapidly decreased, and as Dorre fought on multiple fronts, his mental power was rapidly consumed. However, he wasn't afraid.

As long as the other level sevens didn't attack, Dorre didn't care.

The battle seemed slow, but in reality, a long time had passed, and Dorre guessed that they would probably have a long time to grind it out.

They couldn't possibly control the canyon here, and the center of their efforts would likely be outside the canyon in the future. On the road from Albis City to the mouth of the canyon, the magical beasts of the Northern Wilderness Mountains wouldn't be able to set foot within the range of the storm domain.

Such a short battle had no impact on the vast storm domain at all. It was just that the speed of lightning consumption was a bit fast.

The speed at which the storm domain generated lightning wasn't actually slow. Usually, some of the stored lightning had to be released, but such a high frequency of discharge was a bit too much even for the vast, hundreds-of-kilometers-wide storm.

Dorre was observing his surroundings while carefully understanding the various subtle situations of the storm domain.

He thought for a moment and turned his gaze towards the Northern Wilderness Mountains.

At the edge of the Northern Wilderness Mountains, Baal and the Dragon Bat were engaged in a great battle in the mountains. The sound of mountain peaks collapsing could be heard from time to time. Within the storm domain, however, no sound could be heard. The storm itself was full of sound.