The Witcher: Elemental Lords

Coming out of the pharmacy, Dorre wasn't in a hurry to leave. He had been wandering in the mountains for the past few days, and his clothes were torn, so he needed to buy a few sets of clothes for backup.

After learning that there were still many wild wizards in Domon City, Dorre had a renewed understanding of the Psi-powers Association. They acknowledged wild wizards, but not black wizards. Once discovered, they would be executed. This was Dorre's current understanding of the Psi-powers Association.

Of course, whether they cared or not was one thing, and showing up in front of them and courting death was another. He still needed to stay as far away from them as possible.

After spending a night in the slums, he arrived at the city gate early the next morning and headed out of the city.

Just then, he saw a small team of people walking over from the distant crowd. They were pushing a large cart, covered in stones, towards the city, sweating profusely.

Behind the cart, Feller sat excitedly at the front of the cart, shouting and ordering the disciples beside him.

Seeing this, Dorre narrowed his eyes, then turned around and walked out of the city without looking back.

He quickly disappeared into the mountains.

This transaction brought him an income of about 15 gold coins, but after exchanging them for other medicinal herbs, some auxiliary herbs that he needed, he spent 14 gold coins. Buying clothes, seasonings, alcohol, and other items cost him another 50 silver coins, leaving him with a pitiful 50 silver coins. 15 gold coins seemed like a lot, but for a wizard, it was still too little.

They walked all the way, crossing mountains and ridges, until they returned to the cave where they lived in the afternoon, and continued their grand plan of refining medicines.

Although the hallucinogenic potion had been successfully made and he had some in stock, he needed to prepare a few more for backup. Next was the ordinary poison, as well as the medicine to hide his aura on his body, and the mental power herbs to refine a real primary mental power potion. This was the most important thing.

Recently, reading Narlie's biography has given him a lot of inspiration. He no longer acts impulsively like an ordinary teenager. He needs a very thorough plan before taking action.

Soon, ten days flew by.

Dorre held a test tube in each of his left and right hands. The left one was black, and the right one was green. After shaking them gently for about a minute, he poured the liquids from the two test tubes into a glass container at the same time. The two liquids mixed and quickly formed a dark green liquid.

The liquid didn't move at all. There was no smoke, no foam, as if they had merged into each other.

Seeing this, Dorre breathed a sigh of relief. He had succeeded.

The black one was a poison that could cause a huge burden on the heart, causing it to burst. The green one was a hallucinogenic potion that could produce hallucinations. He mixed the two together, and when he poisoned someone, it would create the illusion that the person had taken a hallucinogenic drug and scared himself to death.

Next was to do experiments, verify his conjecture, and then change the dosage.

There were plenty of creatures in the mountains. He needed to catch some creatures to experiment on to verify how much dosage was needed, whether his ratio was correct, and whether it could have an effect. All of this required creatures to experiment on.

This was a long process.

Dorre had one more new course, "The Hunter's Self-Cultivation." This book appeared at his door the next day, along with a bow and some materials for making traps.

Seeing these things, the wish to ask Master Baal to help catch some small animals was immediately swallowed back.

Dorre grew up in the slums. Before the age of ten, he had hardly ever left the city. After the age of ten, he needed to work to earn money, but he never thought that one day, he would need to hunt for a living. Although during this period, he did rely on some small tricks to obtain a lot of food.

For wizards, they didn't need to hunt. They only needed to refine some things that the prey wanted to eat to attract them. Therefore, Dorre only glanced at the book, flipped through it a few times, and then put it down, refining some new things instead.

Potions that could attract small beasts, beast bait.

Therefore, he had to return to the city again to buy some things that were not available in the mountains. This back and forth took another two days.

Time slowly came to summer.

It wasn't hot in the mountains. The top of the mountain was very cool. Dorre, bare-chested, hid in the cave without a trace of sweat.

He picked up a small green bottle, drank the liquid inside, then closed his eyes and entered his sea of consciousness.

In the sea of consciousness, twenty-six copper coins were neatly arranged in a row, looking quite spectacular.

Just then, an external cool force poured into the sea of consciousness. Dorre hurriedly mobilized his mental power to incorporate this force into his body, forming the twenty-seventh copper coin.

This was a standard portion of a level one mental power potion. Unlike simply eating herbs before, his potion had a stronger effect, about five times stronger. At first, one bottle of potion could increase two copper coins, but later, one bottle could only increase half a coin. Now, after drinking a bottle, he could only slightly feel the influx of cool air.

Dorre didn't take the hallucinogenic potion. That thing was too dangerous. It wouldn't be too late to drink it when breaking through.

Soon, the effect of the medicine was over, and the twenty-seventh copper coin only grew a little, almost able to see a clear outline.

Just then, he felt something strange with his mental power, and a wonderful rhythm flashed through his mind.

At the same time, the twenty-seventh coin grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, then the twenty-eighth, the twenty-ninth, all the way to the thirtieth copper coin.

Dorre was shocked.

The breakthrough came unreasonably. He had prepared the hallucinogenic potion and was ready to take it at any time, but he didn't expect to enter the intermediate wizard apprentice naturally without taking it.

Dorre was silent for a moment, then opened his eyes.

Baal's dog head appeared in front of him, seemingly puzzled, yet somewhat relieved.

"You broke through," he said with certainty.

Dorre nodded and said, "Yes, I am now an intermediate wizard apprentice."

Baal hummed and said, "It's good that you reached it. According to your current progress, you will be able to enter the advanced wizard apprentice by the end of the year. If you are lucky, you will be able to enter a level one wizard before the age of fifteen."

The corner of Dorre's mouth twitched, "So slow?"

Baal sat down and snorted, "Your talent is good, this is already very good. You have to know that some people can't enter a level one wizard in their entire lives. And I said that if you are lucky, you can enter level one. If you are unlucky, you will be an advanced apprentice for the rest of your life."

Dorre frowned, "So difficult?"

The expression on Baal's dog face was very rich, seemingly disdainful, yet also reminiscent, or scornful, "Becoming level one is the first leap in life, officially coming into contact with this vast world, and only then are you qualified to enter a higher level. And below level one, they are all the same, they are all ants, they are all cannon fodder. If you can't become level one, life is short, and decades pass in a flash. Only by becoming level one can you have the opportunity to live forever."

Dorre was dumbfounded. Narlie's biography didn't mention these things.

"Being an intermediate wizard apprentice is also useless. Besides being more sensitive than a beginner, more sensitive to the outside world, helping with debugging potions and making alchemy, there is almost no improvement in combat power. But it will be better when you reach advanced. The mental power of advanced wizard apprentices can be extended to the things they touch, and they can use some tools to achieve the effect of magic. You humans call it zero-level magic, but it is far from real magic."