The Witcher: Elemental Lords

On the square behind the association, as an eighth-level wizard tower activated, a group of pharmacists and many wizards left Wushang City, flying towards the outside of the city at an extremely fast speed.

Fortunately, there was one room per person inside the wizard tower, so Dole could cultivate quietly for a while. At this time, he transmitted the recipe to his own world, and all the clones moved together to check the feasibility of the potion recipe.

The wizard tower was very fast, and the scenery outside the window receded rapidly. Dole thought while standing outside the window, looking at the scenery outside.

This antidote doesn't have a name and can be said to be for temporary use. It uses three small rules and is not complicated to refine. It is easy to learn. The initial success rate should not be very high. Production will start in three to five days, and then normal pharmacists can make money. This incident can also be considered a small benefit, but it's a bit of a hassle.

Putting aside the potion matter, Dole looked outside, and his mental power immediately penetrated into the room.

The wizard tower under my feet is not bad, quite fast.

Soon, he discovered that his mental power could not invade the wizard tower under his feet at all. When peeping, he was almost discovered, and he quickly stopped.

After about two hours, the wizard tower slowly stopped and landed on the top of a mountain range.

Dole took a look and raised his eyebrows. Coincidentally, it was the mountain range next to the valley where he had come from. The official name here is the Esby Mountains.

At this time, a road had been built from outside the mountain, passing through that unknown town and all the way to the foot of the mountain. Many soldiers and wizards were densely stationed at the foot of the mountain.

Their task was to refine enough antidote potions, and there was nothing else. As soon as the wizard tower landed, the door of Dole's room was knocked open, and then various materials were sent in.

This efficiency is really too high.

Dole had no choice but to refine directly.

Fortunately, all the tools were available in the room, and all kinds of alchemy platforms and utensils were ready-made and did not need to be requested separately.

If I have to practice, then so be it. Since I'm here, I might as well settle down.

Dole only spent one day refining this potion containing the three rules of poison, nature, and life, and by the way, he inquired about the progress of Tulu and Anshina.

Knowing that the two of them would need another day, Dole was not in a hurry. After refining all the materials, he deliberately failed a few times, then waited quietly for the time, while analyzing the differences between these three rules and the small world.

He recognized all these rules. As long as he sensed them, he had a familiar feeling. Soon, he understood these three rules because one of them was in the Evil God Law, and he had already comprehended more than 90%.

It's just that the rules of the Great World are more powerful, and in this world, one can only comprehend up to 50%.

Even 50% is quite powerful. It is equivalent to Dole having mastered more than five rules on the official surface.

With nothing to do, he began to ponder the Thunderstorm Potion. Soon, time passed little by little. On the afternoon of the second day, he submitted the first batch of potions. At this time, someone had already refined it, and he didn't want to fall behind.

At the same time, he increased production.

The association requires one kilogram every two days, which Dole can completely do, and even have a surplus, but he doesn't plan to sell the rest, but instead puts most of his time on the Thunderstorm Potion.

Only by refining this potion can he gain a foothold in Wushang City, although he doesn't necessarily need a certain reputation.

The wizard tower was very lively, with mercenaries, adventurers, nobles, and various large forces seeking medicine everywhere, but the prices were not very high. Dole asked Anshina and found that they could earn, but not much.

Seeing this, Dole had new ideas about the association.

This is bullying them for not having a backer.

Soon, a month passed. Dole didn't know what was happening in the outside world. He was either refining medicine or pondering the Thunder Demon Potion, living a very simple life.

Dole's conscription time ended.

The conquest of the small world did not end, but was replaced by another group of people. They returned to Wushang City.

…

Time passed quickly again for another month. After the lively New Year, one day, Dole slowly walked out of the laboratory and came outside the wizard tower.

The outside was still a world of ice and snow.

The winter in the Great World seemed to be even colder. The wind blew slowly, like a knife.

He felt someone was observing him, but he didn't care. Leaving the association, he walked outside, heading for the auction house.

The streets were crowded with people. Although there were few people, there were still people wandering outside in the cold wind. Obviously, they were all warriors with huge qi and blood.

Dole came to the entrance of the auction house and looked up.

The momentum was huge, and the magic circle was strict. This place was simply comparable to the wizard tower of the empire. It was estimated that ordinary people would not dare to cause trouble here.

The auction house was also a place where people came and went. Although it was winter, after arriving at the entrance, various professionals came and went in an endless stream, with crowds of people, which formed a clear contrast with the sparsely populated streets outside.

He was about to go in when a voice came from the side.

"Wizard Dole."

Dole stopped and looked over. In the wind and snow, a middle-aged man wearing a noble viscount's suit faced him and smiled.

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Dole didn't know the other party, so he frowned.

When the other party came over, Dole asked, "Who are you? I don't know you."

The other party looked at Dole and did not speak directly, but used voice transmission.

"Hehe, Wizard Dole doesn't need to know me, just needs to know magic crystals. I want to buy your Thunderstorm Potion."

Dole was a little surprised. Were these people specifically blocking him? It was not difficult to guess that he had refined the Thunderstorm Potion, because he had a faint thunder-type rule on his body at this time, which he deliberately showed after refining the potion.

The other party's strength was also very strong, reaching the eighth level.

Dole didn't want to sell it to him, so he responded coldly, "Isn't the price at the auction house higher? Why should I sell it to you?"

The middle-aged man was slightly stunned, and then continued to transmit his voice, "The last auction of eighth-level Thunderstorm Potion at the auction house was 100 million. If Wizard Dole thinks this price is acceptable, I am willing to acquire it at a 10% premium. This potion is very important to me."

Dole blinked, 110 million, not bad.

He rubbed his chin and said, "Who are you?"

The other party smiled without saying a word, "You only need to get enough magic crystals, you don't need to know who I am!"

Dole looked at the other party and thought about it. This guy was unwilling to reveal his name. Either he was a little rat who didn't dare to be exposed outside, a character who lived underground for many years. Although he was wearing a viscount's suit, who knew what he really was. Or he was a real big shot!

Some people have many identities on the surface, but they also have many identities in private.

However, it didn't prevent him from trading.

He nodded and said, "Okay, money in one hand, goods in the other."

The man was overjoyed and immediately took out a storage bag. After fiddling with it for a long time, he handed it to Dole.

Dole counted it, and then threw the Thunderstorm Potion over.

The man took the Thunderstorm Potion, carefully took it, and then put it in his palm and silently checked it.

Then, his eyes were a little strange, "I originally thought that even if Wizard Dole refined it, it would be a low-grade product, but I didn't expect it to have reached the middle-grade."