The Witcher: Elemental Lords

The opponent's dream abilities were in no way inferior to his own. What kind of meditation technique had the opponent cultivated? Could it be something attached to that dark meditation technique?

If so, that would be too terrifying.

He saw Dorre's figure chasing closely behind, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips. He wasn't afraid that you wouldn't come.

In the world of mental energy, everything is nothingness. What you see and touch can be penetrated unless it has magic patterns and energy effects.

In Dorre's vision, that person had now returned to his original appearance. At this moment, he felt a little strange. That person was indeed a descendant of the Nightmare, almost exactly like that old guy.

It's understandable for descendants to resemble their grandfathers, but it's outrageous for them to look almost identical. Dorre faintly had a bold guess.

This guy, even if he's not controlled, is almost the same as being controlled. Dorre once read a religious book. In some religions, during the process of believers' faith, because of a large amount of worship of one person, their own character and nature, and even their appearance, will inexplicably change.

The Nightmare Ancestor, on the one hand, controls these descendants, and on the other hand, I'm afraid he also makes them believe in himself, and then gives birth to a trace of the power of faith.

The power of faith is a very broad thing. To say its actual use, there is not much. To say it is useless, those gods are fighting for this thing. Could it be that the Nightmare Ancestor has researched something?

If he can use the power of faith, then it will be very terrible. This represents that the other party has reached a stage that Dorre completely does not understand, and has reached a realm that has never been seen before or since.

He packaged these guesses of his and then sent them to Wassenberg.

This is a very dangerous signal.

As for the other party's escape, Dorre estimated that he was fleeing towards his own main body. After all, this was just an avatar. The other party may have set up some traps waiting for him, but is it important? It's not important. What's important is to find the other party's location.

Dorre has recently gained some insights from doing experiments. Using himself as a medium, he can transmit small things over a short distance. When the time comes, he can directly transmit another avatar over to encircle and kill.

A Skeleton Demon God Meditation Technique, a Nightmare Meditation Technique, Dorre felt that he was going further and further down the path of a black wizard.

Hehe he.

The southern part of the Red Town is well-cultivated farmland. Continuing south, there is a small hill. The west side of the hill is the territory of another lord.

At this moment, just as he walked into the high slope, Dorre felt as if he had stepped into another world. The world in front of him changed, as if he had stepped from the dark night into a bright hall. He suddenly realized that he had come to the opponent's dream weaving place.

This hall was very large and very high. Outside the hall, it was still very dark, as if it were a void, but the inside of the hall was as bright as day. At the entrance of the hall, the middle-aged man stood quietly, looking at Dorre indifferently. In the area inside the entrance of the hall, there were all kinds of people, farmers, village women, mercenaries, adventurers, and nobles. The only thing that was a bit exaggerated was the number. There were too many of them, as many as thousands.

These people currently only have one thing in common, and that is numbness and emptiness. So many eyes were all looking at Dorre who came in, staring at him together, feeling a little scary.

Dorre took a breath of cold air. How many people did this guy kill in order to cultivate the meditation technique? This is a bit exaggerated.

Just now in the Red Town, the other party did not exert any effort at all.

Dorre looked ahead and became cautious. He had entered here with his true body, which was equivalent to his true body entering someone else's dream. Here, he was at an absolute disadvantage.

He sensed the surroundings. This was the environment woven by the other party's dream, but he still had contact with the outside world. This showed that even within the woven world of dreams, it still existed within the main plane.

No matter how powerful the dream weaver is, he is still a product of this world and cannot escape the existence of the world. As long as he is within the world, from Albis City to here, such a short distance, Dorre can summon his army to come at any time.

The middle-aged man smiled at this time, standing there, the clothes on his body changed, wearing a noble dress, slightly saluting, like a gentleman, smiling politely at Dorre, "Welcome to my world."

In his heart, Dorre's true body entering his dream, now he was already a turtle in a jar, without the slightest resistance.

Dreams are different from reality, and dreams are the same as reality. If you are injured in the dream world, you can also be injured in this world. If you die in the dream, you are really dead.

In his opinion, Dorre was almost certain to die.

At this time, he saw that there was no expression on Dorre's face, as if he had not encountered any danger.

Dorre looked at the people in the hall behind him. Those were all living people. Although they were dead now, they were once living people.

These people's lives will all be counted on the other party's head.

He slowly said, "Who exactly are you? Actually, I'm no longer interested in knowing. This is the dream world you wove. You've locked onto me, and I've also locked onto you."

The middle-aged man was immediately stunned. What did he mean? He did lock onto the other party, but why could the other party lock onto him? Isn't this his true body?

In the wilderness, in reality, the middle-aged man sat on the high slope, without any signs of moving. His dream trapped Dorre, and he was going all out, not daring to slack off. At this time, he became vigilant. As soon as Dorre's voice fell, he raised his head, and his face suddenly changed drastically.

In front of him, a white light suddenly lit up hundreds of meters away. The speed of the light was extremely fast. It flashed and became extremely dazzling, and then a space gate appeared in front of him.

The space gate opened almost in the blink of an eye, and a wizard tower full of death, darkness, and evil walked out from inside.

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What kind of wizard tower is this? It all seems to be composed of the corpses of various powerful creatures. Each bone is thicker than his own head, and the rich aura of death and darkness seems to have been formed by the slaughter of tens of millions of people. The middle-aged man only glanced at it and felt as if he had fallen into endless death.

What is this wizard tower? The middle-aged man was stunned.

Without saying a word, he stood up from the high slope, turned around and fled, quickly flying forward. At this time, he couldn't care about Dorre trapped in the dream. The wizard tower in front of him was the great enemy.

The biggest weakness of a dream wizard is revealed at this time. Mental energy is incomparably powerful, but other aspects are very weak, very weak. As long as someone grasps the location of his main body, any elemental wizard can take him down, let alone an enemy who controls such a powerful wizard tower.

"Damn it, who exactly is this? Skeleton Demon God, is this also Dorre's avatar? What thing did I control? He should have lost his reaction."

In the dark night, as soon as Dorre appeared, he discovered the middle-aged man on the high slope. He was standing there, without the slightest concealment. Was the other party standing here so brazenly to lure him?

Dorre felt a little embarrassed. He was too careless.

But at this time, it was already harmless. He only glanced at the middle-aged man, and the middle-aged man turned around and fled. He snorted coldly and said, "Nightmare Ancestor, come out. With this trash, what can you do to me?"

This was Dorre's voice, and the middle-aged man's face changed drastically.

What thing did he trap? At this time, his mind was running frantically. At the same time, he threw a colorful glazed thing behind him, directly throwing it at the wizard tower.

Dream Entry Technique.