The Witcher: Elemental Lords

Following Dorale's actions, a sphere and a giant mirror were set up on the high platform.

This set of equipment cost him nearly two hundred million magic crystals. The materials collected from beginning to end would make ordinary alchemists weep, but the results were also obvious.

The initial experimental equipment was built, of course, this was only the initial experimental equipment and had not yet reached a perfect state, unless the Glory Wizard Alliance completely opened up the experimental data and the data of the experimental equipment.

This was made by him in imitation of the equipment of the Glory Wizard Alliance base. It was a tool for searching the outer space, but it was stronger in some functions and weaker in others.

After all, he only obtained Usber's knowledge, and did not inherit their philosophy, so he had to explore everything himself.

Searching the outer space has always been done by the Glory Wizard Alliance. Other organizations simply do not have this opportunity. Now, Dorale himself can do it.

It was not easy to collect these materials alone. Dorale also asked Usber for help before he could succeed, but he also owed Usber a favor.

When the last experimental material was put in, Dorale quickly activated the wizard array. As bursts of white light lit up, Dorale quickly recorded various experimental data to ensure that the experimental equipment was usable.

Then it was debugging the equipment, which took him half a month.

...

Mount Mingyang.

The Bone Demon God's clone stood in the sky, with the terrifying Turin Bone Tower standing tall beneath its feet, emitting endless darkness and death. These auras echoed the clone's aura, and Dorale's clone was now like a demon god descending.

Opposite Dorale, an eighth-level ogre stood in the air, coldly watching Dorale.

The ogre's size was very large, and the eighth level was even larger, but compared to the wizard tower, it was still slightly smaller. At this time, the ogre's body was exuding blood energy, forming a blood-colored frenzy that lingered around its body. That was the characteristic of the ogre's unique blood magic.

However, this eighth-level ogre did not dare to take a step out of Mount Mingyang, but just coldly watched Dorale, his face full of unwillingness.

At the same time, in the vast mountains, other magical beasts frantically fled to other places, including the Five-Colored Dragon Clan that occupied the distance, who were now also shocked and fled to other places.

An eighth-level expert's attack would cause the earth to shatter and the mountains to collapse. Two eighth-level experts might even shatter the surrounding mountains, so they had to run.

Among the mountains, other high-level magical beasts were also somewhat afraid and did not dare to get too close.

Mount Mingyang was close to Huazi City. As soon as Huazi City warned him, Dorale directly teleported over with the wizard tower.

Dorale looked at the eager ogre and floated over slowly, speaking lightly, "Nightmare Ancestor, why do you have to be at odds with my Northwest?"

The ogre exuded a powerful bloodthirsty aura, and now roared angrily, "Why, why do you have to stop me? I just want to achieve the ninth level, why do you stop me again and again?"

Dorale was expressionless, "Because your path will kill many people."

Nightmare's eyes were fierce, full of hatred and ruthless will, "This king wants to achieve the ninth level, and no one can stop me. You, a small seventh level, can't do it either. This king doesn't believe that you can always guard here. Your wizard tower is very powerful, and this king admits that I am not your opponent. This king doesn't believe that you are in every direction."

Dorale was a little helpless, "To deal with you, I have trained four clones, and each clone can control a wizard tower. Do as you please."

Nightmare was stunned for a moment, then silently retreated in resentment.

Dorale had seen several of his clones, and he also knew that Dorale had two eighth-level wizard towers, so even if he was crazy, he didn't want to waste the hard-won eighth-level power.

The ogre clan does not have much wisdom, but it also takes a lot of effort to control one. If Dorale destroys his clone, Nightmare will have a headache for several days.

Because of the current situation, the so-called seventh and eighth levels are no longer easy to obtain. Many carriers are inexplicably killed when entering dangerous places, causing the spiritual power seeds to not be able to play a role.

Dorale watched the ogre retreat and said coldly, "The laws of heaven and earth are ruthless, but people have feelings. Nightmare Ancestor, you are so indiscriminate in killing innocent people and acting recklessly, you will eventually die without a burial place."

Nightmare Ancestor snorted coldly, "We are not on the same level, young man. Wait until you reach this king's level before you speak."

He changed direction and flew south along Mount Mingyang.

Wherever he passed, all the magical beasts fled.

The mountain was in chaos.

Dorale watched him leave, controlled the wizard tower, and followed him for a distance. This time, he did not let the other party leave his sight, but followed him all the way to the border of the Bright Empire before watching the other party leave.

As long as he was not within the territory of the Glory Empire, Dorale was too lazy to care about him. Anyway, the Bright Empire and the Glory Empire had long been enemies.

After entering the Bright Empire, the people of the Bright Empire would naturally take over. Anyway, Dorale had already warned them in advance.

He stood in the sky, looking at the distant mountains, watching the Nightmare Ancestor leave.

Before long, he saw the ogre controlled by the Nightmare Ancestor fighting with other people.

Although Dorale and Nightmare Ancestor flew over without much fanfare, their momentum was very strong. Not long after Dorale stood in place, one ninth-level and two eighth-level warriors flew together from a very far place inside the empire.

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However, these three warriors were very vigilant and powerful. They stopped far away and looked around.

Dorale glanced at the three warriors while watching the ogre, and then was not surprised.

People from the Southwest Legion.

One prince and two dukes.

He casually sent two messages out.

"I am Dorale, Marquis of the Northwest. Greetings to the three of you. An eighth-level controlled by Nightmare Ancestor has just been driven by me from here to the Bright Empire."

The three stood in the distant sky, looking at each other, dumbfounded.

This person, suspected of being a black wizard, actually had such great ability. An eighth-level magical beast was being driven to the Bright Empire? This?

However, the prince quickly remembered who Dorale was, and looking at the wizard tower exuding a strong aura of death and darkness under his feet, he quickly confirmed Dorale's identity.

Three ninth-level warriors were already the maximum strength that the Southwest Legion could muster, and on the wizard side, there was only one eighth-level, who needed to be stationed inside the legion, so he did not come.

Logically speaking, three warriors were not afraid of an eighth-level, but when they thought that the opponent was a magical beast controlled by Nightmare Ancestor, the three had to be afraid.

On the warrior side, the most feared were the wizards on the spiritual power side. One spiritual storm would force the three to retreat.

This was the drawback of warriors, but if it was an ordinary eighth-level magical beast, they would not be so afraid. The three could completely besiege and kill it together.

The prince flew over at this time and stood one kilometer away from Dorale, looking at each other from afar.

"So it is驸马 Dorale.驸马 Dorale is stationed in the Northwest, driving away Nightmare and killing more than a dozen seventh-level magical beasts. We admire you very much."