The Witcher: Elemental Lords

The ghost merely brushed against him, not launching a full-fledged attack.

In the drizzling rain, the terrifying, towering figure of the Yin ghost quickly appeared not far from Dole, and the two formally saw each other.

Dole inwardly groaned, because he felt that the potent hallucinogenic agents he had thrown out had only about 10% of their volatility left due to the rain.

The ghost rapidly approached, its Yin energy radiating outwards. Dole felt that something was off around him, because hail began to fall from the sky.

The hail struck his head, struck the tent, making popping sounds.

This was a bit too terrifying.

Just then, the ghost's massive form faltered in the distance. Its chaotic, violent thoughts became even more confused, and it flailed towards the sky, as if seeing something incredible.

Seeing this, Dole's eyes lit up. He raised his hand and threw with all his might, desperately tossing two of the only five remaining bottles of potent hallucinogenic agent at the ghost's body in front of him.

This time, to maximize the effect, he even included a small fireball within.

Boom.

The fireball exploded, and the potent hallucinogenic agent sprayed out, merging with the Yin ghost's body.

The massive body of the Yin ghost instantly collapsed, as if it had encountered an irresistible force. Large patches of ghost energy scattered in all directions, and terrifying sounds emanated from its body, extremely horrific.

Cries, howls—just hearing them, Dole felt his heart tremble.

Seeing that the potent hallucinogenic agent was effective, he immediately turned and ran into the mountains. This little bit of potent hallucinogenic agent was at most Level 5, not enough to collapse the Yin ghost's core. Once it recovered, he would be the one in trouble.

He didn't even bother with the tent or his belongings, and just slipped away.

At this time, the surrounding fields had turned snow-white. The water that fell had turned into ice and snow, covering the ground with a layer of white.

Dole was careless and slipped, falling flat on his face.

He didn't have time to look back, scrambled up, and continued to run forward. What face, what self-respect, at this time seemed particularly unimportant.

"This is too terrifying. What are those Glory Empire wizards doing?"

When the surrounding ice turned back into water, he finally felt the normal temperature again. By this time, he had run almost two kilometers.

This range was already beyond the Yin ghost's range, but he could still feel the massive Yin energy behind him and hear the terrifying sounds. A wave of soul suppression came from behind.

The greatest crisis of his life, nothing more than this, and the main thing was that Boss Baal was not here.

He looked at the dark world around him, his eyes glowing slightly, and continued to run in one direction.

Two kilometers was not a safe distance.

Before long, the rain in the sky gradually lessened. He didn't know where he had run to, only seeing a mountain wall on the left and a small river on the right. Standing under the mountain wall, the rain couldn't fall, and the ground was still dry.

He looked around, breathed a sigh of relief, and decided to rest here.

This late at night was really too exciting, too scary. Next time he ran into those turtle grandsons, he would definitely mess with them again, damn it.

His body was covered in mud and water, looking very disheveled. Fortunately, he still had a few sets of clothes in his bracelet, and it would be fine to change.

After finding a new place, taking out the spare tent, and setting everything up, Dole crawled inside.

Nothing was said all night.

In the morning, the heavy rain had not stopped. The water in the valley had turned from a small stream into a turbid river, flowing incessantly down the mountain, and all he could hear was the rumbling sound, which reminded him of the mountains of the Northern Kingdom, where it was like this whenever it rained.

The mountains of the Northern Kingdom were much colder than here. Whenever it rained, he couldn't wait to light a stove, but here he didn't need to.

The power of the surrounding world was still biased towards the Yin attribute. Dole sighed. Today was another wash. So he honestly crawled back into the tent to rest and meditate.

Although he was a bit disheveled last night, the progress of the Child of Fire Element had not decreased too much, and it had grown two centimeters taller. If he stayed here for a few more days, he would definitely be able to grow to about two meters eighty or ninety.

If it weren't for that terrifying Yin ghost, he would have quite liked this place.

The sky slowly brightened, but the rain still hadn't stopped.

Looking at the gloomy rain outside, Dole sighed and honestly stayed in the tent, not going out.

…

Baal stood on the tall mountain peak, with some bubbly bloodstains still around his mouth. He licked his long tongue, and those stubborn bloodstains disappeared.

This was the blood of a red dragon, which had a strong corrosive effect, but unfortunately, for Level 7 Baal, it was nothing.

There were really a lot of things to eat in this mountain.

After three days, he had eaten a green dragon and a red dragon, barely filling his stomach. When he was about to eat the third dragon, he felt something in the mountain watching him.

That was an enemy of the same level. Baal didn't dare to underestimate it. His injuries hadn't recovered yet, and he didn't dare to be too presumptuous.

So, he decided to stop here. When his strength recovered, the famous Mingyang Mountain Range would be his hunting ground.

The rain in the sky kept falling, and drops of rain flowed from the corners of his eyes, setting him off like a terrifying god and demon.

His main body was as high as fifty meters, standing on the mountain was even bigger than the mountain peak, and all the demons and monsters in the surrounding world trembled.

"Hellhound, haven't you left yet?" Seeing that Baal was still standing on the top of the mountain and not preparing to leave, the creatures in the mountain were a little angry.

Hearing the voice, Baal immediately locked onto the target.

In the mountains a hundred miles away, on a mountain peak, a large winged monster emitting white light pierced through the void with its gaze, looking at him.

Seeing this thing, Baal revealed the teeth at the corners of his mouth, "I thought something was a threat to me, but it turned out to be a white dragon. Since when do white dragons stand up for these chaotic, low-status five-colored dragons."

The white dragon had no expression in its eyes, "Hellhound, are you questioning my patience?"

Baal snorted and said, "Alright, alright, for your sake, I'll just have a snack this time."

He instantly jumped up and landed in the mountains, quickly disappearing.

…

The white dragon on the mountain was very large, more than a hundred meters long, and looked at Baal's figure with some apprehension, its dragon face extremely gloomy.

When did this world actually have creatures like hellhounds? Or was it that it ran over from that world? He couldn't figure it out, but this hellhound was obviously injured, its strength not at its peak. Otherwise, he wouldn't have dared to stand out like this. The strength of a truly adult hellhound was very terrifying.

He thought about it and prepared to send out a warning to the other dragons, and to the other races that were vassals of the dragons. This vast mountain range was not just their dragon family.

…

Baal had left coordinates on Dole's body. He crossed half the mountain range, passed through dense clouds, brushed aside the rain and fog, and quickly arrived at the valley where Dole was.