The Witcher: Elemental Lords

Baal lay on the ground, his eyes watching Dore, "You little brat, you're quite clever. I gave you Narye's book, and you're quite receptive. You haven't disappointed my efforts. As long as you finish this book, becoming a transcendent being won't be a problem. Moreover, the stories of Narye in it are also wonderful, enough for you to live outside in the future, provided you don't do anything stupid."

Dore's long-standing doubts were finally answered. He fell silent, and after understanding the truth, he wasn't as afraid of Baal as before. He used to think this guy was weird, but it turned out he was an intelligent creature.

He glanced into the distance, and through the gaps in the trees, he could see the city in the mountains far away. Going down this mountain and crossing two more mountains would take him to Domon City.

He let out a breath, which tugged at the wound on his chest, causing him to frown in pain.

He raised his head and asked, "If I want revenge, can you help me?"

Baal nodded his dog head, "Of course, but I won't do it myself. At most, I'll give you technical support. I know a little about your human wizard system and warrior system and can guide you."

Dore closed his eyes, then opened them again, his face full of brown blood stains, filled with heaviness and determination.

"Okay, I'll trouble you these next few days." He endured the pain, picked up an unknown beast beside him, and put it to his mouth. A bloody smell hit him in the face. He resisted the urge to vomit and began to gnaw fiercely.

This was a mortal feud.

Audo, Sam, Carmen, Feller, Diss, you five just wait for me.

As someone from the slums, Dore had always believed in avoiding trouble whenever possible, but even so, he was targeted, again and again. Now they even wanted to kill him. Dore felt that his anger had burned through all reason. To hell with retreat, to hell with forbearance, he'd had enough.

He didn't know if Foreman Harley was still looking for him, but it didn't matter anymore. Having escaped death, he now only wanted to become stronger and then kill.

Watching Dore eat the meat in large mouthfuls, enduring the urge to vomit, Baal nodded in his heart. Only those who endure pain, only those who ignore some living conditions and strive to survive are worthy of becoming strong.

He liked Dore because of this. This was a strong child. Having experienced life and death, he estimated that there would never be weakness or concession in this child's heart again. He would become cold. Growing up in the slums, he was already relatively indifferent. Whether it was coldness or indifference, they were necessary qualities for becoming a strong person.

After Dore finished eating the meat, he looked at Baal lying on the ground, reached out and wiped the blood from his mouth, swallowed all the desire to vomit, then closed his eyes, calmed his mind, and prepared to meditate.

He couldn't do anything else now, only meditate.

After entering meditation, the waves of pain from all over his body slowly lessened and then disappeared. In his world, only three bronze coins remained.

These three copper coins had all been constructed, and the lines were clearly visible. He began to construct the fourth copper coin.

At the moment he began to construct it, the fourth copper coin was built up at a speed visible to the naked eye. The outline appeared, filling in the details. In less than an hour, the fourth copper coin appeared.

Dore didn't expect it to be so easy. He had been in pain and enduring every moment of this day, but he didn't expect it to improve his mental strength so much.

With the fourth copper coin visualized, Dore had successfully stood on the level of a beginner wizard apprentice. According to the wizard's standards, the mental strength of an intermediate apprentice was at least seven to nine times that of a beginner apprentice, so he would need to visualize at least twenty-one Mafa copper coins to touch the threshold of an intermediate apprentice.

Too slow.

After consolidating for a while, Dore began to attack the fifth.

Time passed slowly.

Soon, he fell into a deep sleep.

Dore's injuries were severe. Eighty percent of his skin was torn, with no good spots on his face, neck, or body. He looked very miserable, so his injuries healed very slowly. Even if Baal applied medicine to him every day, he wouldn't be able to stand up in ten days or half a month.

The next day, Dore ate a mental power herb and continued to meditate. He couldn't do anything else these days, only meditate.

He also discovered a situation these days, that is, Baal took him to change a location every day, but he always stayed near this mountain. When he slept at night, Dore could feel a mysterious force concentrating towards Baal. He didn't know what it was.

When he thought that Baal's previous body was a terrifying level seven creature, Dore felt relieved again. Such a life could slap him to death with a casual palm. It was normal to create a little movement.

The mental power herb could only be taken once every three days. When Dore finished taking the third portion, he was finally able to stand up. He had almost vomited from eating raw meat these days.

Now that he could move, he made a fire himself and roasted meat to eat. Baal brought salt and other things from the foot of the mountain. As for where he got them, Dore didn't ask. Just like the book of Narye, who knew where it came from? He didn't care, as long as he had it.

In the past, Dore felt that eating meat was extremely extravagant. He walked through the market every day and drooled every day. Now he ate meat every day, but he didn't like it very much. He needed other substances to supplement his body. After all, humans were not completely carnivorous animals and could not rely entirely on eating meat to survive.

More than ten days passed. His wounds had completely healed, and he could move. Most of his injuries were external injuries. His muscles and bones didn't have much problem. After the external injuries healed, there was no big problem.

His mental strength had also made considerable progress, increasing to twelve copper coins, not far from twenty copper coins.

When there was a mental power herb, the improvement was very fast. Without a mental power herb, the improvement was very slow. Dore now urgently wanted to improve, so he prepared to go down the mountain.

His whole body was now covered in scars, one cut after another, looking very scary. With this ghostly appearance, no one would recognize him.

He told Baal that he was going down the mountain.

Baal didn't speak, but with a wave of his hand, some things flew out of his hand. These were some utensils, basins.

Dore's heart trembled. Baal had space equipment.

Baal shook his head and said, "There are no beasts on this mountain, but there are also many medicinal herbs. When you can make a potion to change your appearance, then go down the mountain. Stay here honestly these few days."

Dore was shocked. This guy must have read the Legend of Narye, because in the book, Narye relied on a potion that could change his face and another thing called a hallucinogenic potion to hide in the early stages.

He thought for a while, nodded, and said, "Okay, what are you doing these days?"

Baal pointed to his feet and said, "There is a small magic crystal mine in this mountain. I am absorbing the power inside to recover."

Dore's eyes widened in disbelief, "Magic crystal mine? How is that possible?"

Baal's dog face showed a smiling expression, "Have you forgotten the white crystals you gave me at the beginning? That was also magic crystal."

Dore was stunned. That was magic crystal! A standard magic crystal could be exchanged for a lot of gold coins!

But he thought that those broken magic crystals were at most magic crystal dregs.

For transcendent wizards and warriors with levels, magic crystals were the source of power. A magic crystal mine was very important to any force or family, regardless of size. If they knew there was a magic crystal mine here, they would definitely flock here.