The Witcher: Elemental Lords

The Ice King glanced at the old man and said with a faint smile, "I was envious just looking at that kid's Wizard Tower. That guy was lucky to be alive. I reckon he paid a hefty price. Dorale isn't known for his good temper. If someone threatens him, he usually strikes first, but he's probably being cautious within the Empire."

The old man nodded. "A seventh-level mage making a move is earth-shattering. Dorale probably realized this, which is why he didn't kill him. After all, killing another seventh-level mage takes quite a bit of time."

The Ice King said, "Dorale is currently the only readily available combat force in the Northwest. He can just stay there and doesn't need to come here. He's still young and has plenty of potential. There's no need for him to get involved in this matter."

"Yes, with us old guys holding the line, we're safe for now. And Dorale needs to pay close attention to the disturbances caused by the magical beasts in the Northwest."

The Ice King nodded and said, "I'll talk to him. Dorale isn't as difficult to mobilize as other wizards. He's quite proactive. And for ordinary magical beasts, his clone can handle them completely by taking the Wizard Tower out, without needing anyone else to intervene, greatly freeing up our combat power here."

The old man said, "Yes, that Wizard Tower, although it looks a bit dark and evil, is truly enviable. Unfortunately, the raw materials are only available to him. We don't know how long it will take to crack the Maze World."

The Ice King glanced at him. "Be careful what you say."

The old man immediately fell silent.

…

In the Northern Kingdom's camp, the old man stood in place, carefully pondering. After a short while, a handsome young man walked in.

"Ancestor, I've inquired. He is indeed from our Empire, a resident of Domon County in Kris County. But what I find strange is that he's really only twenty-nine years old. He's only been here for a little over ten years."

The old man widened his eyes. "Such an outstanding young man? It seems we need to get in touch with him." The old man said resentfully, "I've been saying we need to vigorously develop young wizards, preferably with a collective test. But those useless nobles are afraid that wizards will overthrow their rule, so they won't allow it. A twenty-nine-year-old seventh-level mage will definitely become an eighth-level mage in the future, and maybe even have a chance at ninth level. Such a powerful combat force, and we gave him to the Glory Empire. It's truly hateful."

"Damn nobles, damn royal family废物."

The young man was a little embarrassed. He was from the royal family, and he couldn't argue back when the ancestor scolded him. Indeed, the Northern Kingdom was somewhat biased in its treatment of wizards, leading to a large outflow of young wizards with opportunities.

But thinking about it, a twenty-nine-year-old seventh-level mage seemed really terrifying, with the potential to reach eighth level, much stronger than himself.

He thought of something and said, "I accidentally saw a dark wizard returning from outside just now. He seems to be that Shadow expert from the Dark Empire!"

The old man snorted. "He must be coveting Dorale's Wizard Tower. There were no strong wizardry fluctuations detected nearby, so it's probably a lost cause. I can't even see through that Wizard Tower. It probably has special effects. Ordinary seventh-level mages have no chance."

The young man nodded.

…

After an unknown amount of time, the Wizard Tower returned again. All the forces watched as the Wizard Tower landed and quickly left. This time, no one came out to discuss it. They knew what they needed to know.

They were just still very envious. This Wizard Tower was extraordinary.

Dorale returned and quickly left, returning to Albis City, throwing himself into a state of research.

…

Elrea stood in front of Aisha, her face a little pale.

At the front line, although she only stayed for a few hours, she was taken to the front line and saw dense corpses. Her nose was still filled with various unpleasant smells, most importantly the stench of corpses. Even after a dozen hours, having arrived in Albis City, she still felt nauseous and wanted to vomit.

It was too disgusting. Those were all living people.

Looking at Dorale, who was gloating beside her, she suddenly didn't like him at all. He was too annoying.

"Is this what war is like?" she murmured.

Dorale chuckled slightly at this time, humming, "What else is there in war besides dead people? You think there's passion, you think there's excitement, that's just propaganda to make it sound good. Who would crave war except those damn politicians and ambitious people?"

At this time, Aisha laughed from the side, "Oh, you're still too young, you don't understand anything. You still need to come out and see more."

She casually picked up a fruit plate from the side and handed it to Dorale, "Here, have some fruit."

Dorale chuckled and, without looking, put the fruit in his mouth and took a bite. It was crisp and crunchy.

Just then, he suddenly felt something was wrong. This fruit didn't seem to be one he cultivated. This taste, and it was a bit strange.

He felt some unknown changes gradually occurring in his body, seemingly becoming hot.

Wizards can control every basic cell of their body. If the body suddenly becomes uncontrollable, there's only one possibility: there's something wrong with what he just ate.

He lowered his head and looked at the fruit he had eaten. At this time, only the core remained. This thing seemed to be a Fiery Sun Fruit, used as an aphrodisiac.

He raised his head and looked at Aisha, feeling a bit depressed. Aisha was pregnant now and couldn't do anything. She was setting him up.

Aisha narrowed her eyes at this time, saying with ill intent, "How is it? Does it taste good?"

Dorale took a deep breath, carefully sensing the various powers in his body. His qi and blood were constantly surging. He said with a difficult expression, "When did you get this kind of fruit? I remember, it seems it takes at least half a year to cultivate successfully. Where did you cultivate it? I don't seem to have seen it?"

Aisha smiled even more happily, "Naturally in a place you don't know. Hurry up, obediently go keep Elrea company, I don't have time here. It's not good to suppress yourself."

Dorale sighed. The potency of the Fiery Sun Fruit was very overbearing. Generally, only a little bit was needed to make an aphrodisiac potion. No matter who it was, even an eighth-level warrior couldn't resist this kind of medicinal effect. Although he was seventh-level, eating a whole fruit in one go, the medicinal effect could no longer be suppressed.

Elrea looked at Dorale, still feeling sad, not knowing what riddles these two were playing. But when Aisha said that Dorale was going to keep her company, she couldn't help but feel a trace of warmth in her heart.

War was too terrible. She didn't want war in the future.

She looked at Dorale and noticed that something was wrong with him. His body was heating up, becoming uncontrollable.

Aisha looked at Elrea at this time and immediately urged, "Lord Dorale has eaten the Fiery Sun Fruit. Hurry up and seize the time to enjoy yourself."

Elrea had recently learned a lot of knowledge, especially following Aisha. She knew what a Fiery Sun Fruit was and was immediately shocked.

He ate a whole one?

Oh my god.

She lowered her head and looked at Dorale.

She suddenly blushed and turned to run to her room.

Dorale looked at Aisha, glanced at her belly, and slapped her butt hard twice. "You're too bad."

At this time, he really couldn't bear it anymore. The medicinal effect of the Fiery Sun Fruit had completely erupted. He felt a flame slowly erupting in his body, and even using various methods didn't work.