The Witcher: Elemental Lords

Elleng nodded, silently observing everything around him, his mental power sweeping fiercely.

In the culture dish in front of Dorre, he saw the Xuan Corpse Worm, and was slightly surprised.

These Xuan Corpse Worms bore Dorre's mark, obviously, Wushou had left this thing to him.

This?

Just as he was about to speak, Dorre spoke first, looking at him with a faint smile, "Dean Elleng, Master Wushou will soon be promoted to Level Six."

Elleng looked at Dorre, his face immediately showing surprise, "What, has she found a way to promote the Xuan Corpse Worm?"

Dorre shook his head and said, "It wasn't her who found it, it was me who helped her find it. This is the record." As he spoke, Dorre took out a small notebook and handed it to Elleng.

Elleng looked at the notebook, glanced at it, and then his eyes involuntarily widened.

Dorre actually gave him such an important thing. He knew that even his master hadn't completed this feat back then, but he easily gave it to him?

He felt that the thing in Dorre's hand weighed a ton.

He raised his head, looked at Dorre, and solemnly said, "Why are you telling me this? Why are you giving me this thing?"

Dorre smiled faintly, "Aren't you Master Wushou's junior brother? Aren't you curious?"

Elleng's face darkened. Wushou had indeed revealed his relationship with her. He snorted coldly and said, "Don't get me wrong. My relationship with Wushou is known to the world. The establishment of Elleng Academy was also facilitated by the Glory Wizard Alliance. My identity as a Black Wizard was known decades ago."

Dorre was stunned. He originally just wanted to test this guy, but he didn't expect him to be so straightforward.

He thought for a while and said, "So that's how it is. Originally, I was thinking of using this thing to save my life."

The corner of Elleng's mouth twitched, "I won't kill you. Your current ability makes me very envious. Hurry back to teaching. It's been half a year, and the students are almost gone. We still need you to save the face of Elleng Academy."

Dorre breathed a sigh of relief. It was a good thing that Elleng didn't pursue the matter.

Before he could speak, he heard Elleng say, "Did you get something from Wushou?"

Dorre thought for a while, nodded, and said, "Sort of. I gave her what she wanted, and she satisfied what I wanted."

Elleng nodded. He turned his gaze to the culture dishes in the laboratory, his eyes a little heavy, "The Xuan Corpse Worm is a double-edged sword. Be careful. Come back with me now. Since Wushou is about to be promoted to Level Six, I have to think of a way to be promoted to Level Six too, otherwise I'll suffer a big loss next time I see her."

Elleng sighed and turned to walk out.

Dorre paused and began to pack his things.

Half an hour later, he came outside, saw the deep valley, and saw the pool of water at his feet.

He took a long breath.

At this time, Elleng had already released the Magic Tower, turning it into a three-meter-tall structure, suspended in the air.

Dorre glanced at the Magic Tower, feeling a little sour. He wondered if Fienn had shown him the materials. If he hadn't, hundreds of thousands of gold coins would have gone down the drain.

However, this trip wasn't without gains. At least he had obtained a lot of knowledge of pharmaceutics and biology from Wushou. As long as he accumulated it for a few years, it could be transformed into his own things, and he would earn even more money by then.

Elleng saw Dorre's expression, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly. This kid really wanted to build a Magic Tower, and even bought the materials. Hmph, he had to make him build it in Elleng Academy.

He coughed and said, "I've asked someone to transport your things to the academy. After you go back these few days, you can check them. If you want to do anything, I'll ask someone to help you. Don't think I'll do anything to you. We're in a cooperative relationship now, and I can't bear to let you go."

Dorre looked at Elleng, somewhat surprised.

His little actions were known? What did he mean by not being able to bear to let him go?

Just as he was about to speak, he heard Elleng say, "You have to help me train at least one Level Five pharmacist before you can leave."

The corner of Dorre's mouth twitched, "Hey, do you think Level Five pharmacists are cabbages?"

Elleng didn't care about him at all.

Soon after, the Magic Tower soared into the sky, and then disappeared into the mountains.

...

In the mountains, several gazes watching this side returned. An old, decrepit dragon closed his eyes.

He got up, reached out his hand, and pressed his aching brow.

These powerful human experts finally left. If they hadn't left, he was afraid he wouldn't be able to suppress the dragons below. Two Level Six and four or five Level Five experts were enough to start a war in the mountains. Fortunately, they were all very restrained and there were no violent conflicts.

In the eyes of the higher-ups, low-level forces have always been fighting. This is also a way to cultivate the tribes, increase hatred for the human race, add motivation, and promote the progress of various groups.

The human race is the same, wishing they could kill them all, but the high-level forces are relatively peaceful and rarely fight, because once they make a move, they may not be able to control the situation and easily escalate the situation.

Of course, there are also races that like to cause trouble, such as the red dragons among the chromatic dragons, who like to go down and harass the human race for no reason.

"Those people are gone, cultivate in peace. When you reach Level Six, go and flatten the human cities in the South Bay Swamp." The old dragon's voice spread throughout the valley.

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"Yes, ancestor."

Several impatient voices echoed from the surrounding mountains.

The old dragon thought for a while and said, "Mobilize all the spies to find out who this Dorre is and why he is attracting so much attention."

...

When Elleng returned to Waltz City, the news of Wushou being driven away had spread throughout the city and the surrounding small counties. Without Elleng needing to explain much, all the high-level officials of the Glory Wizard Alliance and various counties breathed a sigh of relief.

Elleng didn't say that Wushou was about to be promoted to Level Six, because that was meaningless.

Those two injured Wushou, so even if she wanted to be promoted to Level Six, it would be at least decades later. In decades, he still didn't believe that he couldn't be promoted to Level Six.

Elleng was very confident in himself about this.

Back at the academy, as soon as Dorre's figure appeared in the Tallinn, the news spread like wildfire in all directions.

After Elleng placed the Magic Tower in its original position and told Dorre a few words, he returned to the Magic Tower. Dorre, under the stunned and shocked gazes of everyone, walked towards the Magic Potion Hall as if nothing had happened.

At the entrance of the Magic Potion Hall, all the students were extremely shocked. Dorre was back, and he was unharmed. This?

Several students stood at the entrance, looking at Dorre, overjoyed and weeping.

"Lecturer, you're finally back."

"You're finally back. If you hadn't come back, the Magic Potion Hall would have been turned upside down by those people."

"That's right, that's right."

Dorre glanced at these people. They were all from the Level Three class. He wasn't teaching them anymore, but the affection was still there.

He just smiled faintly and said, "I'm back," and walked inside.