The Witcher: Elemental Lords

Dore's flight path wasn't a straight line, but rather along the edge of the Evil Spirit Mountains, all the way to the eastern end, finally reaching the starting point of the Northern Plains Mountains. Then, he flew eastward, his powerful dark aura undisguised, released without restraint.

Along the way, apart from a few powerful magical beasts provoking him from the depths of the mountains, almost none dared to jump out. This was partly intimidation, and partly enjoying the benefits of having great strength. After so many years of cultivation, he could finally wander around recklessly.

Of course, he wouldn't be foolish enough to actually provoke late-stage rank seven or rank eight magical beasts in their territory. That would be truly seeking death, at least not now.

He had only recently entered rank seven, and many areas were still unexplored. He still needed to keep a low profile.

The Tower of Turin Bones flew around the edge of the Northern Plains Mountains, intimidating the surrounding magical beasts, and then returned to the Albis Mountains.

The Tower of Turin Bones was still too evil. The dark aura and death aura could easily affect the surroundings, so it was better not to be stationed in the city.

His main task now was to comprehend the many rules of wind and water, striving to improve his progress and comprehend a few more rules.

The escalation of the war was actually not good for Dore. What he wanted was stability, and what he needed was time to accumulate and settle down. But from the current situation, the Nightmare Ancestor didn't seem to be giving him that time.

After the first time, the next time probably wouldn't be far off. If the Glory Empire mobilized its northern and western legions and officially began to attack, it was estimated that the Nightmare Empire would be even more frantic, and many of the magical beasts in these surrounding forbidden areas would suffer.

The rank eight magical beasts' thoughts were unknown, but the Nightmare Ancestor wouldn't care about those things.

Five days passed quickly.

In the laboratory, a gray, shimmering energy shield formed around Dore. He was somewhat dissatisfied with the strength of this thing.

Electromagnetic Defense Shield.

This was the name he gave to the outer layer of defense. This time, the strength was slightly better than the previous defense, with good resistance to mental power. This wizardry would serve as his final defense, just like when he resisted the heavenly tribulation last time.

Since he began researching electromagnetic meteorites, Dore realized that there were so many strange forces in this world that had never been mastered. The power of that exotic radiation, electromagnetic force, magnetic force could also emit beams of energy. The mutual conversion of electrical energy under the action of magnetic force seemed very interesting.

The role of this thing in alchemy was far greater than in wizardry. He planned to make some products based on what he had researched.

However, the raw materials for magnetic force were difficult to find. He was still looking for substitutes. Currently, he could only find that some metals would generate magnetic force and store magnetic force. As for other materials, he had to test them one by one, which would take a lot of time.

And the relationship between magnetic force and electricity was the most intriguing.

The structure of the electromagnetic meteorite was very special. Electricity and magnetic force were mutually converted, mutually influenced, and perfectly combined to form that stone. Dore wondered if he could experiment on himself according to this structure? Wouldn't that be an endless source of electricity?

Just thinking about it was exciting.

Just then, he felt something was amiss outside. Looking back, he saw that it was Ash and his daughter.

He put down the experiment, and strands of black gas were born around him, quickly forming an avatar to continue the experiment, while he happily walked towards Ash.

Ash held her daughter in her arms, looked at Dore, and said with a faint smile, "Our daughter doesn't have a name yet. What name are you going to give her?"

Dore hummed and said, "It's been two months, it's time to give her a name." He carefully looked at his daughter. Now, his daughter finally had a little bit of shape, her skin unfolded, white and chubby, making her lovable.

He touched the child's small hand, thought for a while, and said, "Does your family have any say in this?"

Ash shook her head and smiled slightly, "I am now a married daughter, someone else's wife, so I don't need to care about the family. It's your daughter, you name her."

Dore didn't think much about it, it was just a name.

"Then let's call her Monica."

Monica didn't move in Ash's arms, seemingly asleep, and had no reaction to the name.

Ash nodded and smiled slightly, "Then let's call her Monica."

"Monica."

Just then, both of their expressions changed slightly.

Dore helplessly raised his head and said, "There are so many problems in Wassenberg recently. If you want to go too, our avatars can go."

Ash nodded. Pregnancy and childbirth hadn't affected her strength, so she nodded and said, "Then let's send avatars. The Dark Church came first, which was beyond my expectations. I thought the Radiant Empire would come first. After all, they were the most damaged empire back then."

Ash had been investigating the Nightmare Empire's information for a while and knew some of the details from back then.

Dore nodded and said, "Okay, avatars can go too."

As for whether the avatars would be snatched, Dore wouldn't consider it. If you have the ability, come and snatch them. I'll drive the Tower of Turin Bones and crash you to death.

After having the Tower of Turin Bones, Dore truly had confidence.

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In the distant Northwest, in an underground canyon, in a dark cave, the Nightmare Ancestor slowly opened his eyes.

He looked towards the southeast, his gaze seemingly piercing through the void, seeing the battlefield of Wassenberg.

He controlled a total of three magical beasts in the Evil Spirit Mountains. The Giant Elephant was killed so quickly, which was beyond his expectations. That suddenly rising wizard had some skill.

Advancing to rank seven at the age of twenty-nine was much faster than he was back then. This was very worthy of vigilance.

What puzzled him the most was that the other party also used the power of dreams, and could even dream-morph a blade, destroying the essence of dreams. This was the most shocking thing to him.

You must know that dreams have always been the most difficult place for humans to touch. Until now, there are very few meditation methods that can touch the aspects of dreams, and even reaching rank seven is the limit.

There is only one meditation method related to dreams above rank eight, and even he has not created a rank nine method.

He has already understood the path ahead for rank nine dreams, but rank nine is also an almost insurmountable threshold.

Dream reality is the content of rank nine, turning the content of dreams into reality. This is almost an impossible task.

According to his estimation, if he really turned dreams into reality and there was an intersection with reality, he would not only be able to enter rank nine, but even condense the law of dreams after a period of time, directly entering the god rank.

No one has ever heard of a god of dreams being born in any world. This law is still blank to this day.

What puzzled the Nightmare Ancestor was that someone's attainments in dreams were only a little bit worse than his own. This was simply impossible.

Something must have gone wrong! ! !

The Nightmare Ancestor doesn't care if someone else's power is stronger than his own. Anyway, as long as his eroding dreams are there, he won't die. As long as he can't be killed, he can make a comeback. These are all lessons learned over hundreds of years.

But if someone is involved in the same field as him, that is unforgivable.