The Witcher: Elemental Lords

So, this so-called Aoun Family is really a dedicated medicinal herb merchant?

He blinked, feeling a bit doubtful. He didn't have a million gold coins right now, so he could only hope that he could get a million gold coins from the auction in a few days.

Headache.

He put the matter aside, smiled, and said, "I'm going to find Lord Allen. He's at Wizard Tower Number Three."

Glat suddenly understood. Dorai had healed Lord Allen with a potion. This matter had spread throughout Vassenburg. So that was it.

"I'm going to Tower Number One. The Youth Program is almost over. We're going to report our strength. Actually, speaking of which, Master Dorai is also a member of the Youth Program. It's a pity he didn't participate."

Dorai looked at Glat and could clearly sense the level four mental power on him. He smiled calmly, "No need, it's too slow."

Glat was immediately speechless. This was too much of a blow.

He said somewhat sullenly, "I heard Ashi and Eugene say that in our generation, I don't admire anyone except you."

The main thing was that the other party was still a potion master, not a pure elementalist, which was the most outrageous thing.

Dorai shook his head and said with a faint smile, "Some things are opportunities, and some things are hard power. If I had your family background, I wouldn't have to work so hard to practice potion-making now. Wouldn't it be nice to enter level five early on?"

Glat was immediately choked and couldn't speak. This person really didn't know how to chat.

As a family of medicinal herb merchants, he had naturally dabbled in potion-making, but he wasn't very proficient. The family did raise some potion masters, but there wasn't a single true genius.

If Dorai came over with his wizard tower, it would be a powerful impact on the entire potion master industry in Vassenburg.

The two chatted awkwardly until they reached the entrance of Tower Number One. Glat left gracefully, and Dorai turned and walked towards Tower Number Three.

…

At the top of Tower Number Three.

Allen stood by the window, looking in the direction of Dorai, his eyes full of wisdom and insight.

"This Glat of the Aoun Family is not bad. He's willing to actively associate with ordinary wizards. His temperament is a bit better than others. Although Dorai is not an ordinary wizard, he is, after all, a rootless duckweed, not valued by family members and some forces."

Countless magic patterns flashed in Allen's eyes, and the aura on his body slowly converged.

After his injuries healed, he was cultivating every moment. Now he was not far from the great perfection of level six. When he reached the great perfection, he would control the wizard tower, find a deserted place, spend the wizard catastrophe, achieve level seven, and be promoted to a natural disaster-level figure.

Level seven natural disaster level, in every empire, is a god-like existence. He used to think he wouldn't have this opportunity, but now this opportunity was coming.

Allen's heart was full of confidence and ambition. This was originally what he deserved.

Just then, the voice of a disciple came from the door.

"Teacher, Wizard Dorai is here to see you."

…

Dorai's visit this time was purely a visit with no other purpose. After all, this was an old monster who had lived for hundreds of years. As long as he was willing to see him, he would come and see him more often to build relationships and such.

Wizard Allen was also quite talkative. Dorai was willing to talk to him, and he was also willing to communicate with Dorai. The two talked about many things, about wizards, about other things they had seen and heard, they talked about everything. Although Allen was usually a bit strong, he was knowledgeable and opened Dorai's eyes.

After talking for a long time, he left Wizard Tower Number Three.

When he returned to Elleng Academy, it was already evening. This time, there was nothing blocking his way.

Entering the wizard tower, Dorai came to the third floor, where the copper furnace was located.

This was also the place to suppress some other people. The houses on all sides were full of various suppression formations.

As soon as he entered the room, Baal transformed into human form and walked out of the room. Behind him, a group of seven Corvus Flame Clan members were dragged out half-dead.

Among these people, the strongest was level five, and the others were level three and level four. Ainike and Phinney were among them, and their condition looked terrible. They had been gnawed by the Xuan Corpse Worms and had almost lost their minds.

These people hadn't been interrogated yet, but when they saw Dorai, they all showed fear.

How could they have imagined that a small, rootless Dorai actually had such a terrifying background behind him, a level seven expert and a level six expert? This was even more terrifying than the power of their entire family.

This was simply impossible!

Dorai raised his hand, and the power in the furnace surged. The magic patterns around the room lit up, and dozens of light bands popped out from the surrounding space. Each light band accurately grabbed both arms of one person.

The light bands contracted, and everyone was hung in mid-air.

Tim was hung up, and he stared at Dorai expressionlessly, and then looked at the strong middle-aged man at level seven, his expression desperate.

Dorai came to Tim's front, and a faint voice sounded in the empty room.

"How did you track me? What means did you use?"

Tim showed a miserable look, "If I tell you, can you let me go?"

Dorai was expressionless, and the red light of the furnace shone on his face, even a little terrifying.

"Let you go? I can let you die quickly." He snapped his fingers.

At this time, a current flashed on the light band, and Tim twitched suddenly, and white smoke kept coming out of his body. The smell of barbecue quickly appeared in the hall.

The rest of the people who were hung up suddenly showed fear.

Ainike and Phinney had been tortured by the Xuan Corpse Worms, and at this time, they were full of holes and dying. Seeing this situation, Ainike immediately shouted desperately, "I'll talk, I'll talk, please, let me die quickly." She had no strength to shout, and was almost silently groaning, looking extremely miserable.

Dorai looked at Ainike with some surprise. He snapped his fingers, and the current stopped quickly.

Tim twitched all over, with white smoke steaming from his body.

"Speak."

Ainike said with difficulty, "We used a curse method called Fuzhen."

Dorai frowned. Fuzhen, what was this thing? The name sounded strange.

Since it was a curse, there must be a medium. He opened his mouth again, "Where did the medium come from? I don't know that I ever left anything outside."

Ainike raised her head, and a trace of cruelty appeared in her disheveled eyes, "Naturally, it was Bennard... uh, uh, uh, uh." A current came from the light band, and Ainike fell into great pain.

Dorai snorted coldly, "Anyone can betray me, but Bennard is impossible. I suggest you confess obediently, otherwise, I will torture you forever."

He turned his gaze back to Tim.

Tim was already a little unconscious, and said with difficulty, "I don't know." He lowered his head suddenly, as if he was dead.

Dorai shook his head inwardly. These wizards had too poor physical fitness. They couldn't handle it after being tortured a little.

He turned his gaze to the others.

Whoever he looked at lowered their head, not daring to look directly at Dorai.

Dorai stopped his gaze on Phinney. He looked at her carefully. Her clothes seemed a little messy. Then he looked at Baal and asked suspiciously, "Has this girl been tortured by you?"

Baal shrugged, indicating his admission!

Phinney was a little prettier than Ainike, and her figure was also very good. Baal had tricked this girl before and had that with her. Now he was coming again, and he was taking advantage of people's danger. This guy was really an animal. No, he was originally an animal.