The Witcher: Elemental Lords

The academy was filled with uncertainty, and rumors flew everywhere. Various forces were involved.

However, Dorre, as the protagonist, was quietly refining potions. Except for attending classes, he spent most of his time in his room, even having Sano bring him meals.

Every few days, he would meet with the quartermaster and people from the Rose Merchant Guild, living a very fulfilling life.

At the same time, he took a mental strength potion every ten days, and his strength also increased rapidly.

Soon, a month slowly passed. He received news that Waltz City, Fengxu City, and Luoyan City were simultaneously organizing their armies, carrying supplies accumulated over many years, and heading towards the Southern Bay Swamp. Also advancing were the wizards of the Glory Wizard Alliance from various cities. Waltz City was led by a Level 4 wizard, with countless Level 3 wizards. It was said that a Level 5 wizard sent from above was also present, making for a very impressive lineup.

The Black Cicada potion was discontinued, and other potions from the Glory Wizard Alliance were also halted, leaving only magic potions and other healing medicines in normal demand.

Magic potions required a large number of magic crystals. Learning from his experience in the Northern Kingdom, Dorre saved up a considerable amount of magic crystals. These magic crystals were exchanged for potions from the Rose Merchant Guild and the Glory Wizard Alliance. He asked for very little gold, only about five thousand.

Dorre breathed a sigh of relief. Now, only the Rose Merchant Guild's orders remained, and he didn't need to be so busy.

This month had been very fulfilling.

He decided to rest for a day.

It was mid-October, and he had six thousand gold coins on hand. It was time to buy a new alchemy table.

After a night of rest, Dorre went out refreshed.

The outside sunlight was a bit dazzling. In October, the academy was still green, and winter seemed a bit far away.

The area under the magic tower was very lively. Students gathered together, some boasting, some exchanging ideas, and some were familiar faces to Dorre. He remembered that some seemed to be his students and customers.

He pulled down the brim of his hat and walked straight towards the largest magic tower in the middle.

That was Ellengard Tower, with thirteen floors and a very large base.

The first, second, and third floors were all trading places, with potions, alchemy, armor, and weapons available.

However, there were not many potions, as most potion transactions took place at the Magic Potion Hall.

Arriving at the tower, Dorre paused slightly before walking in.

There were many people on the first floor, all kinds of people. Most were academy students, with some servants, and a small number of adventurers. The noise was overwhelming and deafening.

Dorre walked in, like a drop of water falling into the ocean, without causing any ripples.

After looking around on the first floor, Dorre went directly to the second floor, and from the second floor directly to the third floor.

The third floor was slightly quieter, with only a dozen people.

As soon as Dorre walked in, he was greeted by many gazes. Some people's eyes quickly lit up.

"That's Dorre, the potion master from the Northern Kingdom," someone whispered to the person next to him.

His voice was not loud, but almost everyone heard it.

Dorre naturally heard it too. He didn't know any of these people and walked in expressionlessly.

He just glanced around and went to a window.

"Hello, do you have alchemy tables here?"

The elderly wizard in charge of the window's eyes lit up when he heard this.

"Yes, yes, a new one just arrived today, but it's only Level 2."

Dorre frowned, "Is there a Level 3?"

The elderly wizard shrugged and said, "I'm sorry, we don't have one. Are you Wizard Dorre?"

Dorre nodded, gave a slight bow, and turned to leave.

The old wizard sighed at this time and said, "Level 3 alchemy tables have about three hundred magic patterns. Only a few people in our academy can make alchemy creations of this level, and they almost never sell them here. If you want one, you'll have to go to the Waltz City auction house or the Alchemy Hall to take a look."

He briefly introduced the information.

Dorre turned his head and raised his eyebrows.

He had used alchemy tables before and understood the complex craftsmanship and the vast number of magic patterns inside.

He nodded, took off his hat, gave a slight bow, and turned to leave.

He had only taken a few steps when two voices came from behind him at the same time.

"Instructor Dorre, please wait!"

"Please stop."

Dorre turned around and saw two people. At this time, the two people were also looking at each other, seeming very wary of each other.

He glanced at the two, frowned, and said expressionlessly, "Do you have an alchemy table?"

The two smiled at the same time and spoke first.

"Yes!"

"I can give it to you as a gift, but I need cooperation!" the other person said.

"I need it too."

The two immediately started arguing.

Dorre glanced at the two, didn't say anything, and left expressionlessly. Cooperation? Do you have the basis for cooperation? Ridiculous.

Today he had a day to himself, and he could still go to Waltz City. He had already seen the faces of these forces in Waltz City, and cooperation was completely impossible.

Seeing Dorre leave directly, the two were immediately dumbfounded, and then showed incredible expressions.

Didn't he give us face?

Didn't he know who we were?

The others also looked at each other, some with incredulity, and some with schadenfreude.

There was a good show to watch.

Dorre needed an alchemy table, which was not a secret in the eyes of some people in the academy, especially here in the Magic Potion Hall.

After he came out of the Magic Potion Hall, almost all the forces in Ellengard Academy knew about it.

...

Nicole's face was a little ugly. That Dorre was growing too fast. He had actually saved enough money so quickly?

She originally wanted to use the alchemy table to hinder him, but now it seemed like a joke. That Lamb was definitely watching her make a fool of herself.

After receiving the news, she immediately formed hand seals, and rays of light were emitted from her hands and disappeared.

Teleportation.

At the same time, Vice-Dean Williams could no longer sit still. As long as that old woman Nicole didn't win him over, it wouldn't matter if he didn't win him over. Now he only hoped that the relationship wouldn't be too strained in the future.

Thinking of this, he formed hand seals and quickly sent a message.

...

At this time, Dorre had already rented a carriage and was preparing to go to Waltz City. He was still alone.

Leaving the academy gate, he quickly stepped onto the road and entered the vast wilderness.

The academy had started, and the number of powerful beasts and magical beasts in the surrounding jungle had also decreased a lot. Along the way, he didn't find a single one until he reached the town farthest from Waltz City.

He was a little surprised.

Passing through the bustling town, Dorre quickly arrived on the official road, and in the distance, he could already see the magnificent figure of Waltz City.

At this time, a burst of hoofbeats came from behind, quickly arriving in front of Dorre's carriage. With a few neighs, the horse stopped.

The coachman glanced at the person, relaxed, and whispered to Dorre in the carriage, "It's Young Master Morris."

Dorre opened the curtain and took a look. It was indeed Morris.

His face was a little flushed, obviously from running all the way.

Dorre walked out, a little puzzled, and said, "Morris, what's the matter?"

Morris jumped off the horse, grabbed the reins in his hand, and said excitedly, "Teacher, I have successfully refined the Level 3 Strength Potion."

Dorre blinked and smiled, "Then congratulations to you. But you shouldn't be here just for this, right?"

Morris chuckled and said, "I'm also going to buy a Level 3 alchemy table, so I'm going the same way as Teacher."

The corners of Dorre's mouth twitched. Damn it, he had cultivated a competitor.