The Witcher: Elemental Lords

The group acted carelessly in the city, but once they left, they became cautious. They walked while carefully observing their surroundings, using strange alchemical devices to survey the area. These devices seemed capable of detecting life.

Traveling south along the main road, they passed through three towns and arrived at the edge of another city before nightfall.

At the city's edge was a village. The carriage turned off the main road and headed towards it.

The village wasn't large but occupied a small area, surrounded by fertile fields. Many tenant farmers were already packing up their things, calling out to each other as they prepared to head home.

The village appeared ordinary, but many people were secretly lurking around it.

Upon entering the village, the four individuals seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. This was their stronghold. They brought the purchased goods here, and then a wizard would take them elsewhere.

This was their current mission.

Gathering intelligence and purchasing supplies were their usual tasks, but occasionally, they would venture out for field operations, acting as highway robbers.

The carriage entered the village and soon disappeared into an ordinary-looking house.

Before long, the goods from the carriage vanished, and a hooded figure mounted a horse and rode off into the twilight.

That direction led towards the Evil Spirit Mountains.

Outside the village, strands of black, mist-like substance flowed slowly across the ground, watching the village from afar.

"These people are quite cautious, but no matter how careful they are, traces will always be left behind. Using a village as a cover, switching to ordinary goods at the entrance, and then having a wizard take them away… This method is passable, but still rather crude."

How many people must have been bribed for such easily detectable activities to go unnoticed?

Dole pondered briefly before dissipating the black mist, transforming back into a wisp of smoke drifting in the sky.

The Sand Scorpion Adventurer Group had once used false information to bait and nearly kill Dole, a fact Dole hadn't forgotten. Their cold-bloodedness, the way they disregarded human life, filled Dole with a desire to eliminate them.

He had just learned that these people were indeed investigating him, their hatred running deep.

If it weren't for Dole's report, they would still be operating openly in the city, instead of being forced to act in secret.

It was too frustrating.

Therefore, Dole was currently the Sand Scorpion Adventurer Group's primary target.

The Sand Scorpion Adventurer Group had once developed the Tracy family in Waltz City, establishing the underground organization 'Ghastly Fire Finch,' trafficking people, and wantonly creating slaughter. Dole believed that what he had seen was only the tip of the iceberg. The organization was too vast, and had likely won over countless people over the years.

The wizard was very cautious, stealthily traveling and using various detection devices to prevent being followed.

Soon, he left the human territory and entered the vast wilderness.

The little wizard passed through high ridges and barren lands, arriving at a small hill. Dole sensed that there seemed to be people behind the hill.

Shortly after, a small camp appeared before him, with faint and dim lights.

The little wizard met someone far away from the camp and was then led inside.

Dole quietly flew over and quickly discovered that this was another small stronghold, but not the main one.

This stronghold controlled a small iron mine, and these people were miners.

Dole scanned the stronghold, feeling slightly heavy-hearted.

Inside the stronghold, besides the members of the adventurer group, the rest were ordinary people. They didn't seem to work at night. These people were like sheep, living in sheepfold-like places at night. They had no good clothes, no clean faces, and looked as if they hadn't bathed in years. They huddled in their rooms, emitting a foul stench.

Dole suspected that the death rate here must be high, but where did the dead go?

Dole spread out the Necro-corpse worms, searching around the area, and soon discovered a corpse pit.

When he saw the corpse pit, Dole was slightly startled, because it was filled with a dense aura of death, and there were even evil wizard formations around it.

The corpses were neatly arranged in fixed positions, as if for some ritual. Three or four junior wizards were sitting around, exuding a thick death aura.

These people were using the corpses for cultivation, were they necromancers?

Upon smelling the corpse aura, the Necro-corpse worms immediately stirred restlessly.

Dole forcibly suppressed the agitation of the Necro-corpse worms, minimizing his life fluctuations as much as possible. Corpses and corpse aura were the Necro-corpse worms' favorite environment. In fact, the most suitable profession for the Necro-corpse worms was necromancer.

And these people were the so-called necromancers?

Dole also saw that, in addition to the corpses lying on the ground, there were some corpses, entirely black and stiff, standing behind those people as if they were invisible in the darkness, like loyal bodyguards.

These must be the zombies they had created.

He counted them, and there were thousands of these corpses.

It was too shocking, too terrifying.

Dole could imagine that if these things were to attack a county town, they could probably conquer it easily. After all, these were zombies, with sturdy bodies, resistant to ordinary weapons, and carrying corpse poison, and probably plagues, making them extremely terrifying.

Shock.

The Sand Scorpion Adventurer Group was actually doing this, it was simply anti-human.

A different kind of killing intent arose in Dole's heart towards the Sand Scorpion Adventurer Group. No matter what, this organization should not continue to live so freely.

He dispatched several Necro-corpse worms to stay in this area, while the other Necro-corpse worms covered the entire camp.

All of this was done silently.

This camp was very, very far from the human territory. It took a level two wizard half the night to run here, which was telling.

Dole needed all the information about this camp, so he could only spread out the network. He had a feeling that the purpose of refining these zombies was not simply to accumulate numbers, but to do something big.

By daybreak, he had scouted the entire camp.

This camp was ostensibly mining iron ore, and in reality, that was also the case. However, they did not refine the mined iron ore, but left the raw ore aside, accumulating a large amount of it.

Another purpose was to refine zombies. He scouted around and found that this place was very suitable for refining zombies, because the refining site was a natural place of death, with a very dense power of death.

There were a total of three wizards refining zombies, one level three, and two level two. All three of them were shrouded in gloomy energy, unlike living people.