The Witcher: Elemental Lords

The magic-breaking arrows were useless, so running was the only option left.

Thinking of this, he took off into the distance, his speed extremely fast.

At this moment, in the wilderness, seeing their boss start to run, the others looked at each other, and then fled into the distance.

At this moment, the fireball had already landed, and the two archers also began to panic, quickly fleeing into the distance. The directions they fled in were inconsistent, scattering in all directions. For a moment, Dorre didn't know who to chase.

The fireball landed, and a large pit five or six meters in diameter immediately exploded on the ground, with mud splashing and smoke billowing, looking very powerful. However, such a fierce fireball technique didn't injure anyone. The physical fitness of the warriors was fully demonstrated at this moment, especially the two archers, who ran even faster; they were originally warriors who specialized in agility.

Seeing this, Dorre set his sights on one of them, quickly adjusted his figure, and chased forward.

The two archers fled in different directions, and while running, they looked back. Seeing that Dorre was chasing after their leader, they immediately relaxed and ran relatively easily.

On the wasteland, the brawny man who was running at full speed was also stunned at this moment. Dorre was chasing him? Did he really look like the leader? He found it a little hard to understand. He had the fastest speed, shouldn't he be chasing the slower ones?

Although he was running on the ground, his speed was almost as fast as Dorre's. The fighting spirit on his body formed a stream of fighting spirit aura, wrapping himself in it, and his speed was extremely fast, as if he was flying close to the ground.

Dorre was flying in the sky, and he was flying on the ground.

Just at this moment, he felt a strong heat behind him. Looking back, a tiny fireball technique shot towards him at an extremely fast speed.

This fireball technique didn't seem very powerful, but its speed was amazing. He didn't dare to be careless at all, so he turned around and swung his axe.

The axe light flashed in the sky, and the fireball was split in half.

He didn't stop, and continued to run forward. The power of this fireball technique was very weak. As a level four warrior, dealing with this was a piece of cake. If he could fly, he could kill the level three wizard in minutes.

Just as he was recovering, he felt something was wrong, because in the rear, there were a full dozen such fireball techniques, emitting a sharp whistling sound, rushing towards him from behind.

Feeling this, he immediately shook his body, and fighting spirit rose from his body, forming a thick layer of armor. He decided to withstand these fireball techniques head-on.

Boom boom boom boom.

It was like a small pebble hitting his body, and the fighting spirit on the armor flickered on and off due to the flames, but it didn't break.

After all, it was level four fighting spirit, and the fighting spirit had already liquefied, almost condensing into aura.

At this moment, Dorre in the sky was also stunned. This guy actually had level four strength. Just the fighting spirit defense alone was enough to give him a headache; he couldn't break it at all. Level three witchcraft would require dozens of hits to break through!

At this moment, on the wasteland, the others had already fled without a trace and could not be seen at all.

The brawny man's speed was very fast, and Dorre had almost raised the flying technique to its limit, but he could barely keep up. Since he couldn't break through the opponent's fighting spirit armor, he simply stopped chasing. Flying techniques also consumed a lot of magic power.

He stopped, looked at the brawny man who was going away, and began to ponder.

The other party had sent out a level four expert, which made things difficult.

He stood in place, looking around silently. The enemies had run away, and the wilderness became quiet, without any hostility.

Before long, a voice sounded in his ear, "Come down, I've caught all these people. The leader is not dead, I've caught him for you. This guy is worth a lot, there's some potential here."

Dorre nodded slightly, and then his figure slowly descended. He didn't chase, naturally waiting for the gluttonous Barr to bring them all over.

He quickly landed on the ground. On the ground, an air barrier opened, and he went inside, seeing seven people lying scattered on the ground.

These people had no injuries on their bodies, but at this time they were unconscious, and their bodies were bare, obviously they had already been searched by Boss Barr.

He took a look, found the brawny man, and walked over directly.

Coming to the front, he squatted down, pinched the other person's cheeks with both hands, turned his wrist, took out a bottle of black potion, and directly poured it into his mouth.

The brawny man gulped down the potion, and soon, he slept even more soundly.

Dorre took out another bottle of black potion and poured it into the brawny man's mouth again.

The brawny man didn't move, as soft as a puddle of mud, allowing Dorre to do as he pleased.

Dorre put him down. Before long, the brawny man's eyes slowly opened, and saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth, as if he were an idiot.

Seeing this, Dorre slowly asked, "I am Dorre, who told you to intercept me?"

The brawny man's eyes turned confusedly, and the mouth with saliva dripping from it slowly opened and closed.

"There are two forces, one is the Crimson Fire Finch, they offered 300,000 gold coins, and the other is a small alchemist organization called Black Beach, offering 250,000 gold coins."

Dorre smacked his lips. Black Beach? What kind of stuff was that? How come he hadn't heard of it in the alchemist industry?

"What is the Black Beach organization?"

"Black Beach is a sub-organization of the Assassin's Guild. They provide poison to all parties, but never participate in poisoning operations."

Dorre suddenly understood, so they were a bunch of poison sellers! But why were they kidnapping him, did they think they could control a level five alchemist?

"Who from the Crimson Fire Finch contacted you?" Dorre asked again.

"I don't know, it was a masked man, but I guess he was from the Terrisi family, he had a strong bloodline of the Bloodscale Lizard."

"Do you have a talent bloodline?"

"Yes, I have canine talent."

Now it was Dorre's turn to be surprised. This guy was still a talent user, otherwise he wouldn't be able to smell the aura of bloodlines on other people.

At this time, more and more saliva was flowing from the corners of the man's mouth, and his eyes were turning faster and faster.

He was dying.

Dorre had given him a potent hallucinogenic potion, and also gave him something called a Truth Potion. At this time, his brain must have been turned into a paste by the two potions and was not far from death.

Just as he thought of this, the brawny man rolled his eyes, a trace of blood flowing out. A dignified level four fighting spirit armor warrior had become an idiot, and his brain had completely exploded.

Dorre stood up and stood in place thinking for a moment.

The Crimson Fire Finch was the largest underground organization in Huaz City, and the Assassin's Guild spanned many continents. It would probably be relatively easy for them to deal with him.

The magic tower was now more urgent than ever.

Seeing Dorre stand up, Barr restored his huge size, then opened his bloody mouth, bit the brawny man's body in one bite, chewed a few times, and swallowed it.

Dorre looked back at Barr and thought, this is the best way to destroy evidence.

There was no need to interrogate the others. Dorre walked out of the air wall and continued to fly towards Huaz City.

...

Huaz City during the New Year had a strong festive atmosphere. The streets and alleys were full of people, and various decorations were hung outside the doors, looking very festive.

Most shops were already closed and had returned home for the New Year, but many shops were still open, and even hung up discount signs.