The Witcher: Elemental Lords

Wu Shu looked at Elleng, the expression on her face changing rapidly, one moment cruel, another cunning, another angry, another terrified.

Before long, her expression calmed down, and she looked at Wu Shu with a pair of indifferent eyes.

"I heard that your academy's Potion Hall is not bad. The little guy in charge of the Potion Hall is quite handsome. Can I borrow him for a couple of days?"

Elleng's calm face changed slightly, and he said, "I'm afraid that won't work. I can give you a batch of potions, but borrowing people is out of the question."

Wu Shu understood Elleng's bottom line. She chuckled cruelly and said, "It seems that child is very important to you now. Let me guess, are you planning to use him as a cauldron?"

Elleng was wary and speechless at the same time. "Senior Sister, I am no longer a black wizard. There is no such thing as a cauldron. Moreover, there is a powerful force guarding that child. I suggest you don't provoke him, lest your disgusting bugs lose someone to take care of them."

Wu Shu's face darkened when she heard this.

"Are you going to help me or not?"

Elleng shook his head. "I can't help."

Wu Shu said resentfully, "Aren't you afraid that I will go back and do something irrational?"

Elleng thought of something, and a lonely look appeared on his face. His eyes were still fixed on Wu Shu, not daring to be careless for a moment.

The woman formed by the black mist glared at Elleng fiercely, then turned around and disappeared into the sky as a wisp of black mist.

In the sky, faint and strange colors could be seen disappearing into the void.

On the ridge of the mountain range, a pug-like creature leisurely watched the excitement. Seeing the black mist disappear, its figure also disappeared.

...

January 18th, the Level 4 Alchemist course officially started. The classroom was not large this time, only able to accommodate thirty people.

When Dorale entered the classroom, there were only twenty-two people sitting in the seats. These were all the Level 3 Alchemists from Huazi City and the surrounding area.

The classroom was noisy. They were all exchanging feelings and experiences. When Dorale stepped into the classroom, everyone looked at this lecturer who was frighteningly young.

Maurice, Sano, Raman, Skeeter, and others sitting in the front row smiled.

Dorale didn't hold anything in his hand. He directly linked his mental power to the magic screen and said directly, "I won't say much nonsense. You all know who I am. I'm not interested in who you are. Now we will officially start the class. The main key to Level 4 potions is more precise purification, and the analysis and judgment of Level 4 herbs and various biological pharmacologies. The precision and control of mental power must be improved. I won't say much about these. Next, I will use Corrosive Bug Grass as an explanation of the course, and analyze in detail how to extract and purify this Level 4 main material."

Corrosive Bug Grass is a not very common Level 4 herb. The difficulty of purification is so great that some people were initially dissatisfied with Dorale's words. When they were about to get angry, they heard the words behind and immediately sat upright, not daring to say a word.

This was real, practical knowledge.

Dorale didn't want to talk nonsense. He spent about two hours introducing the Corrosive Bug Grass in detail, and then began to explain the second type, the Magic Mountain Goat's eyeball, which is also a Level 4 unconventional main material, used to refine something called the True Sight Potion.

Both medicinal materials are very unconventional, and the extraction difficulty is very high. Under normal circumstances, no one would explain these to them, but Dorale just said it directly, and very meticulously.

Everyone stared without blinking, taking notes quickly. Some people couldn't write it down themselves, and even used the Hand of Magic.

The classroom was silent, with only Dorale's sonorous and unquestionable voice.

Soon, four hours passed.

Dorale wrote the last word on the magic screen with his mental power, then turned around and left smartly.

Those people hadn't finished copying yet.

When they finished copying, they realized that there was no one in the classroom.

Seeing this, everyone was dumbfounded.

The people in the back asked the people in the front, "Is this how Lecturer Dorale lectures?"

The people in the front were too lazy to pay attention to the people in the back, and only replied, "Yes, that's how direct it is."

The people in the front were all Dorale's direct descendants. After they finished writing their notes, they hurriedly filed out. They were also preparing to go back to do experiments and verify whether they could do it, so they had no time to pay attention to the rookies in the back.

Until someone in the back said, "What are you still stunned for? Hurry back and try it. I can use both of these things, so hurry up and try it."

Everyone was stunned, and then walked out in unison.

Before long, the classroom was empty.

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In the Magic Potion Hall, Dorale looked at the list sent by Hades, gave him the things he had refined in the past few days, and said, "Have you sent the materials over?"

Hades nodded and said, "Yes, they are all in the designated locations."

Dorale nodded and said, "Thank you for your hard work. I'll go there for a few days."

He didn't plan to tell others about refining the magic tower. Even if they knew he was refining the magic tower, he wouldn't let them know that he was refining it himself. After obtaining Horry's magic house and systematically learning the construction of the magic tower, coupled with his already high mental power control, the progress in the past few days was not low, and he was already able to start building the base of the magic tower.

Hades looked at Dorale's immature yet somewhat mature, unquestionable face, and said somewhat awkwardly, "Brother Dorale, I want to ask you for a favor?"

Dorale turned his head and looked at Hades, and said with some doubt, "What can I help you with?"

Hades raised his hands, rolled up his sleeves, revealing a pair of sturdy arms. His arms looked no different from ordinary people, but there were bumps surging under the skin, which looked very滲人(creepy).

Dorale became interested all of a sudden. As an alchemist, he had the responsibility of a physician.

Before long, two small bugs fell into Dorale's hands. At this time, Hades' forehead was covered with sweat, and he looked at the two small bugs with some resentment.

Dorale didn't want to ask how these little bugs came from, but seeing Hades' expression, he knew that things were probably not that simple.

It must have been done by a wizard, but who would use such a boring method on a warrior? These two little bugs don't seem to be very lethal.

As an alchemist, there are many things he needs to master, but as far as biological witchcraft is concerned, he obviously doesn't master enough.

The scary thing about wizards to ordinary people is that they have many, many schools of thought, and each school can cause great damage to living things, such as poison, such as plague.

Plague is a type of biological witchcraft. Under normal circumstances, no matter which empire it is, it will do its best to hunt down wizards who can create this type of disaster that is almost equivalent to natural disasters.

After sending Hades away, Dorale came to the door, looked at Barr, and said, "Where have you been running these past few days? Is there anything going on?"