The Witcher: Elemental Lords

Dore casually plucked a blade of grass from the ground and stuck it in his mouth. "Let's skip the meaningless chatter and get to the point."

Louis's lips curled slightly. "Come to our academy. We can build a three-story magic tower just for you."

Dore was a little surprised. With his current abilities, he knew someone would try to poach him, but he had never seen such a generous offer before. A three-story magic tower, even the worst one, would cost hundreds of thousands of gold coins.

"A three-story magic tower, quite the temptation. Is the Dark Academy that rich?"

Louis smiled faintly. "Most of Fengxu City is plains, with a large population. There are three academies, and our Dark Academy is the best and largest, with enough land to build magic towers."

"Does that concern me?" Dore asked in a nasal tone.

Louis was stunned, his expression incredulous. Could he resist the temptation of a magic tower?

"Only third-level wizards are qualified to own a magic tower, funded and built by themselves. The conditions we're offering are already very good. Why?"

Dore asked again, "Does that concern me?"

"Building it for you doesn't concern you?" Louis still couldn't believe it.

Dore looked at the young master, amused. "Building a magic tower on your land, calling it mine just because you gave it to me. What happens when I'm no longer useful and you give it to someone else? What am I supposed to do then!"

Louis's face instantly changed. Dore's words hit the nail on the head. They were indeed planning to do that – use him and then discard him.

Seeing this, Dore understood Louis's nature somewhat. He chuckled softly. "The aristocratic face, unchanged for tens of thousands of years, still the same. Darkness, barbarity, contempt, arrogance, prejudice, never learning humility, kindness. Perhaps in the bones of the aristocracy, there is only self, only family. You're all not very bright."

Louis was being despised like this for the first time, and he felt the blood rush to his head. That damned bastard.

Just then, Dore laughed again. "Do you know how many times the concept of 'aristocracy' has changed from ancient times to modern times?"

Louis's face was so gloomy that it was almost dripping blood. "You can choose not to come, but there's no need to say such venomous words!"

Dore's lips curled slightly. This little guy has some depth!

"Don't tell me you didn't have such thoughts."

Louis's face changed again. He said hatefully, "Fine, you win."

Dore grunted and lay back down.

Louis's eyes darted around, and he said, "I heard you've advanced to a fourth-level alchemist. Would you like to work for our family? We're truly hiring you, unlike the academy, which just wants to exploit you."

One side of Dore's mouth twitched slightly. "Get lost."

Louis was instantly enraged. He glared at Dore, enduring it again and again, but finally couldn't hold back. He raised his hand, and in less than two seconds, a barrage of ice arrows shot towards Dore's position.

Dore quickly got up when he sensed the energy surge in Louis. Two large fireballs rapidly rose around him, and several smaller fireballs formed nearby. In less time than it took Louis, about eight fireballs had already formed around him.

He waved his empty hand, and a continuous fireball spell formed an upper and lower plane of fireballs, rapidly flying forward.

The fireballs exploded in mid-air, and the resulting impact shattered all the ice arrows.

Louis snorted coldly, his face slightly changing. This damned guy actually uses spell models even for second-level spells. He clasped his hands together, rapidly shaking them to form countless seals, and four ice blades formed in the air.

Although the number of ice blades was less than the ice arrows, their power was much greater. Four ice blades were enough to pierce through the explosion cloud.

At this moment, Dore smiled slightly, using laughable gestures to assist the spell model. It seemed he had only recently entered the second level of wizardry.

A newbie?

The ice blades were stronger and had greater penetration. They were standard second-level spells, and the shockwave of the fireballs could only deflect them.

He closed his eyes, his magic surging, and gently took a few steps to the left.

The ice blades landed beside his feet, deeply embedded in the soil.

Louis immediately laughed loudly. "You loser, without defensive spells, what use are you?"

Dore looked at Louis without arguing, just chuckling. "Anyway, it's not like you didn't hit me, right?"

Louis's face immediately darkened again.

The control difficulty of second-level spells was much greater than first-level spells. At this distance, changing the trajectory of the spell to hit a wizard with super-fast movement ability was clearly impossible. He still had to return to the first-level, multi-shot, area-of-effect spells.

This cunning Elleng magic potion maker actually practiced physical skills.

Just then, he saw flames rising around Dore again, showing two fireballs, and then the two fireballs split into eight.

He was immediately shocked.

Now it was someone else's turn to attack.

He turned and ran, and at the same time, the surrounding energy lit up, forming patches of mist that condensed into ice crystals.

He wasn't good at defensive magic either.

Boom boom boom.

The eight large fireballs plowed the ground all around Louis, sending dirt flying and stones scattering, but a large ice shield covered him in the middle.

Dore frowned, because this wasn't a second-level spell. There were no defensive spells in first or second-level magic. This was the magic robe on his body.

His expression gradually became indifferent. He waved his hand, and a large amount of fire element condensed in his hand, and then a series of fireballs flew out.

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Boom boom boom boom.

"Stop!" An exasperated voice came from afar, and at the same time, waves of chilling magical fluctuations rushed towards Dore.

Dore suddenly turned his head and saw dozens of terrifying ice blades, more than three times larger than the ones Louis cast, crossing space and falling directly onto his head.

In that instant, he felt suffocated.

Just then, the ground trembled, and walls of earth rose from the ground, surrounding him in a circle. The ice blades landed on the earth walls, making huge, rattling sounds.

Lamb's figure appeared in the sky above Dore.

"Hahahaha, the genius of the Dark Academy is nothing more than this, not even able to beat our academy's alchemist. What a waste."

The earth walls dissipated, revealing Dore's somewhat surprised gaze.

A figure flashed in the distance, and Heg's figure appeared in the place Dore had just bombarded with fireballs.

A solid ice wall appeared there.

Huh? That damned kid is okay?

Dore was a little surprised. This guy's family background was quite deep. He was indeed the young master of the city lord's mansion.

With Heg arriving, the ice wall instantly dissipated, revealing the disheveled Louis.

A sixteen-year-old second-level wizard, suffering a great loss for the first time among people of the same age, looked at Dore with endless fear.

Standing next to Heg, Louis didn't move, just staring at Dore, his eyes full of unwillingness.

The two sides returned to a standoff.

The setting sun slowly descended, and soon, the sky dimmed and entered darkness.

The evening wind blew, and the wind from the distant Dark Swamp plain brought gusts of mist, increasing the humidity of the air. Soon, abnormal clouds began to appear in the sky.

Because the clouds appeared suddenly, they attracted the attention of both sides when they slowly began to appear.

Lamb was the first to notice, and he felt something was wrong with just one glance. Then, Heg in the distance noticed. He was a water-based mage and was slightly more sensitive to the sky.

However, at this time, both sides were in a standoff, and neither could go to investigate.

Soon after, the clouds became denser and denser, which attracted the attention of Dore and Louis.