The Witcher: Elemental Lords

With George's ascension to the throne, nearly all dukes and higher nobility, except those needed to guard the borders, would go to the Imperial City to offer congratulations.

This served to demonstrate their support and loyalty to the new emperor, as well as to network and pave the way for their own advancement.

Although Dorale was only a marquis, in the entire Northwest region, aside from the two eighth-level elders of the Glory Family, everyone else, whether princes or dukes, had to defer to him.

Dorale's strength was enough to suppress the entire Western region; no force or family dared to ignore him, even though he rarely spoke out.

Moreover, Dorale's relationship with George was delicate, and it wouldn't be appropriate for him not to attend.

Knowing what Elrella meant, Aisha smiled and said, "It shouldn't involve us.

Let's inform him when the time comes; if he wants to go, he will naturally come out of seclusion; if not, the two of us can take the children to have a look."

Hearing this, Elrella nodded helplessly.

Unwilling to give up, she sent another message to Dorale, this time telling him about George becoming emperor.

Soon after, Dorale replied.

"I will go with you in person."

Elrella breathed a sigh of relief; this guy finally replied.

She then sent another message, "I've reached level six."

Dorale didn't reply.

Elrella waited for a long time without a response, feeling slightly annoyed.

Seeing this, Aisha placed Brian in her arms and said with a faint smile, "What's the rush?

He usually doesn't stay in seclusion for too long, and George's enthronement is only half a month away; why are you in such a hurry?

Consolidate your level six; a dozen days will pass quickly."

Elrella took Brian, lowered her head, and stroked his face, saying fiercely, "If you end up like your father, constantly going into seclusion, I'll beat you to death."

Brian laughed innocently, his tender face carefree.

Completely losing her temper, Elrella changed the subject and asked, "Do we have spare scarab beetles here?

I want to create an avatar."

Aisha nodded and said, "I've already prepared them for you.

Is your control strong enough now?"

Elrella nodded vigorously, "This time, I spent a lot of time training my control; I should be able to complete the avatar before going to the Imperial City."

Aisha nodded, feeling slightly emotional, "Back then, it took me a long time to master the Frostworm.

Do you know how long it took Dorale?

He only needed a moment; his talent is terrifying."

Elrella was about to argue, but upon hearing "a moment," she immediately deflated.

"People can't be compared to each other; he's a freak."

Aisha retrieved an unowned scarab beetle and taught Elrella hand-in-hand.

Elrella then busied herself with creating the avatar, not having time to complain about Dorale.

Aisha saw that Elrella's talent was very high, even higher than her own, only slightly less than Daphne's.

However, her control of the scarab beetle was still very slow, even worse than herself back then, which made her want to laugh.

But at least it diverted the guy's attention.

…

Nightmare Forest.

Deep within an underground canyon, a group of dark-skinned elves looked up at the continuous rain, watching the death fungus they had cultivated wither and die, leaving none remaining, their faces ashen.

This was the rain arranged by the forest elves.

They had mixed a large amount of potion into the rain, scattering it over most of the Nightmare Forest, covering almost every aspect.

Of course, there were places they couldn't cover, but the dark-skinned elves knew at a glance at the rainwater that their plan had failed.

The adhesiveness of this rainwater was very strong; it would remain on the ground for a long time, and as soon as a spore landed on it, it would immediately lose its activity and could no longer grow.

Although this matter went smoothly in the early stages, the elves eventually found a solution, only losing a portion of their creatures, not affecting the foundation.

This time, their actions had taken a huge amount of time and effort, and now they had completely failed.

The leader of the dark elves sighed and said, "The death fungus is already our highest achievement in both wizard alchemy and biology, fusing the essence of flesh and blood and life wizardry.

Even this cannot defeat the forest elves; it seems we have to find another way."

The other dark elves remained silent.

The dark elf leader said, "What are the losses on the gnome side?"

A dark elf stood out and said, "The gnomes have lost a large number of low-level populations.

Currently, high-level combat forces are looking for us everywhere and vowing to eliminate us all."

"What about the dwarves and other races?"

The dark elves looked at each other, and one of them stood out and said, "The dwarves were not greatly affected; their bodies have a higher degree of energy transformation.

Other races were also not greatly affected; it mainly affected ordinary magical beasts and some weak races."

The dark mirror leader sighed.

"The plan has failed."

He then turned his head and looked at the elves, "However, this plan proves that our method is feasible.

Immediately go and find out who made the potion; also, change our thinking and continue research.

Regardless of the outcome, focus on deploying it against the elves."

The dark elves and the elves are sworn enemies, engaging in open and secret battles, with almost no room for reconciliation.

This time, the dark elves developed this thing in order to massively slaughter the earth-level creatures of the forest elves.

The effect was obvious; the forest elves suffered a lot of losses, but not as much as they had imagined.

The other elves nodded in agreement upon hearing this.

At this time, a dark elf stood out and said, "Reporting to the patriarch, I have inquired about a piece of news."

The elf leader said, "Speak."

The elf carefully said, "I heard that the elves did not solve our death fungus on their own this time, but invited a large number of foreign aid.

They invited human experts, dragon experts, and also the hateful high-level ogres, but I heard that they developed it themselves, and I don't know if it's true or false."

The dark elf leader was stunned and touched the black, beautiful hair beside his ear.

Invited a large number of foreign aid, it seems that this time the death fungus still caused a lot of trouble for the other party, especially the large number of low-level lives within the elves, many deaths.

The forest elves now hate to kill them all.

However, the High Priest of the Forest Elves has already set off to the Northwest to deal with the more damned Nightmare Old Ancestor, which allowed the Dark Elves to breathe.

The dark elf groups are scattered in every corner of the Nightmare Forest, and do not completely own their own territory, which is completely different from the forest elves who own territory.

"Investigate with all our strength to see who provided assistance to the forest elves, damn it.

The most likely is the human race, give me a full investigation."

The Black Mirror leader immediately vented his anger on the human race.

"Yes…"

…

The dark elves come out of the Nightmare Forest and cross the Northern Yuan Mountains, and can easily reach the northern part of the Glory Empire.

They also have transactions with the human race, but most of them are black wizards, and it is easy to obtain the list of human high-level alchemists from the mouths of the black wizards.

The first object they suspected was Dorale.