The Witcher: Elemental Lords

He was in disguise, yet someone recognized him?

Unless someone from the Wizard Alliance leaked his information? The enemy's intelligence network is truly formidable.

He carefully examined those people, memorizing the features of a few of them.

In the Glorious Empire, finding someone is actually quite easy. The Wizard Alliance's formations can identify any wizard through their badge, making escape virtually impossible. No matter how cleverly disguised they are outside, they can't fake it when they enter a city, unless they use someone else's badge. But using another person's badge is an even more serious offense, and if discovered, they will be immediately arrested or killed.

Thinking of this, Dole turned his head and looked back at the wizard tower. It wasn't peaceful here either.

He quickly arrived at the base of Tower Three.

The area around the base of the wizard tower was relatively calm, with only two or three people walking around, all internal personnel of the wizard tower, wearing wizard robes and with serious expressions.

Dole arrived at the base of Tower Three, showed his token, explained who he was looking for, and was then allowed to pass.

…

McLaren stood in the hall, looking at Dole at the entrance, and smiled warmly, "Welcome, welcome. I didn't expect you to come so quickly. You must stay for a few more days this time. Coincidentally, the Alchemist Guild is holding advanced alchemist lectures. Did you get the news in advance?"

Dole walked in and was a little stunned to hear this.

"Greetings, Wizard McLaren. I didn't know about this news. I'm here this time for other business, just to see Wassenburg, that's all."

McLaren was a little puzzled, "We notified all alchemists above level five in the entire Northwest Province. Wouldn't you know?"

Dole thought for a moment and said somewhat awkwardly, "I might have been out and about those few days."

Dole glanced at Wizard McLaren. This was the second time he had met him. They weren't really acquaintances, but now it seemed that the other person was quite nice.

"I'm not too concerned about the lectures. I'm here to sell something this time, something of considerable value, so I'll be bothering you for a few days."

McLaren nodded.

Dole was undoubtedly a person with great talent. At only eighteen years old, he was already a level five alchemist. Such a talent would be rare even in the Wassenburg Alchemist Guild. He was here to sell something, so obviously, it must be of great value.

He smiled and said, "Of course, you can find accommodation here at the magic tower or at the Alchemist Guild. I'll arrange it for you. How many days will you be staying?"

Dole thought for a moment and said, "I don't know yet, probably about ten days or so."

McLaren thought it would only be three or four days, but when he heard such a long time, his eyes lit up. So he said, "That's quite a long time. Could you help me with something these few days? I heard you have some research in biotechnology, and I'd like to ask you to help me figure something out."

Dole was stunned. Biological research? What did he want to do? However, with a spirit of liking new things, he perked up and said, "No problem."

Ellenberg needed time, and he also needed time. There were many experts in Wassenburg, and he needed to inquire and see who was the best to sell to and get a good price.

McLaren was indeed hospitable. When Dole expressed his intention to stay, he immediately made arrangements. Soon, Dole had an extra badge for a room, in this Tower Three, just a lower-level room, but it was not bad. This was an eighth-level magic tower, and the magic elements were very rich, much stronger than the wild.

After Dole settled down, McLaren eagerly gathered his disciples and began experimental research.

McLaren had four disciples, and two came to help. One was a female disciple, in her thirties, who looked very stern and did things meticulously, the kind who never smiled. Her name was Elena. One was a male disciple, a little younger, about twenty-four or five years old. His name was Curry. Both were level five alchemists. When they heard that Dole was also a level five alchemist, their eyes flashed.

…

"According to the news, Dole has arrived in Wassenburg and is resting in the Wizard Guild. I don't know what he's here for, but this is good news."

In a luxurious room, two people sat face to face, talking and laughing.

The person opposite smiled and said, "An eighteen-year-old alchemist, without a background, without a mentor to support him. He has no choice but to join our forces. Go contact him now and be sure to get him to join our Temple of Life."

The person opposite nodded and said, "There are many competing with us in Wassenburg. Should we cause them some trouble?"

That person nodded, "Yes, but don't overdo it. We have many resources in our hands, but we are not powerful enough."

The person opposite nodded and smiled, "I will arrange it. A small-scale plague has broken out in Mingze County. That should keep them busy for a while."

That person frowned slightly, then nodded.

…

At the same time, the news of Dole's arrival spread throughout the Alchemist Guild.

The most ⊥ new ⊥ small ⊥ said ⊥ is ⊥ at ⊥ six ⊥ 9 ⊥ ⊥ books ⊥ ⊥ bar ⊥ ⊥ first ⊥ hair!

Many small forces in the Alchemist Guild were also preparing to win him over.

Dole didn't know any of this. He was helping McLaren.

McLaren wanted to do a micro-biological treatment project, using the dual treatment effects of potions and microorganisms to achieve the purpose of treatment.

Such projects are very common for alchemists above level five, and Dole had also done them, but the final difficulty of this project was very high, because McLaren wanted to achieve the purpose of limb regeneration, which was a bit outrageous.

The potion he used was good, called Holy Light Water, which was a very high-end potion in level six potions, which could repair limbs to a certain extent, but the effect was general, so he thought of using biological methods.

Through learning from Wushu, Dole knew several such things, but why should he tell McLaren?

The four stood in front of the experimental platform, fully armed.

McLaren said at this time, "Currently, the best organism for limb regeneration is this kind of worm. It can secrete a magical substance that allows the broken bone cells of the body to regrow, and can grow complete bones, and then through the ability of potions, cover the flesh, but the problem is, the effect of this worm is uncontrollable. Although the bones that grow are hard enough and have the characteristics of bones, the shape is very strange and the shape is uncontrollable. We have experimented many times without success."

McLaren seemed to be sighing, but he was actually explaining his ideas to Dole.

Elena's expression was meticulous. She had been involved in this experiment for a long time, and her thoughts had long been exhausted. At this time, she couldn't think of any good ideas.

Curry glanced at Dole from the side, preparing to see what this genius thought?

Dole thought to himself, the best way to regenerate limbs is to fuse with the worm body, just like Wushu, he is the worm, and the worm is him. This requires formal level five or higher strength, and level seven or higher biological attainments. He also saw this kind of worm in Wushu's records. Although the effect is okay, the uncontrollability factor is too great.

He thought for a while and said, "The uncontrollability is too great, which can easily cause bone deformities, but we can change our thinking. If we let the bones grow first, no matter what they grow into, and then use surgical means to repair them into the shape we want, wouldn't that be done? It's just that the test cycle is a bit long."