The Witcher: Elemental Lords

No one would complain about having too many wizard towers, nor would they complain about their wizard towers being too low-level. However, wanting multiple wizard towers and wanting to upgrade them all to a high level is extremely difficult. The manpower and resources required are not insignificant; it could potentially exhaust the efforts of a family for several generations.

If a simple elemental mage wanted a seventh-level wizard tower, they would probably have to work hard for most of their life to build one. Those with some alchemy, magic纹, or potion skills would have it relatively easier.

Dore is amazing; he now wants to build a cluster of wizard towers all by himself.

He thought of his database. Horry's magic hut also had several ways to connect wizard tower clusters, all of which were special wizard towers. There was no Tower of Babel, nor was there a Chris Wizard Tower. Those wizard towers would have to be re-planned and rebuilt.

Thinking of this, Dore felt that the money he had just obtained was no longer appealing, and resources were starting to become scarce again. However, Dore could discuss it with Morris and the others, refining wizard towers for them, and then he could decide on the scale and specifications himself. When the time comes, forming a wizard tower cluster would also be possible! The more Dore thought about this, the more feasible it seemed!

The Old Poison Master was filled with emotion at this moment; Dore's actions simply shocked him.

He had obtained a total of three top-tier meditation techniques. Although he didn't know if they were from the ancient, archaic, or modern era, he definitely didn't hide anything and handed them all over to him.

Although these three meditation techniques are very old, cultivating them to the end would undoubtedly result in top-notch skills. He only needs to modify his current meditation technique or simply start over, which is possible. Anyway, regardless of how the meditation technique changes, the total lifespan of a sixth-level wizard remains the same. As long as it can improve his strength, even spending some time changing his path is acceptable.

His heart surged.

Whether it's White Mountain Black Water, Venerable of Ten Thousand Insects, or Eternal Void Night, he only needs to choose one of these three meditation techniques, and his future achievements will inevitably be above the seventh level.

After receiving the three meditation techniques, the Old Poison Master was so excited that he couldn't control himself, and he even trembled as he stood there.

At this time, Dore was also shocked by the Old Poison Master's gains, as expected of a sect's treasure.

He can finally stand up straight and declare loudly that he is a rich man.

After dividing the materials, the two of them are now, if not richer than a country, at least wealthier than the average large family.

Turning over to be the master of the house, Dore only wanted to sing a song at this moment.

This trip was not in vain! No wonder those people like to find ruins. As long as they can find one, go in, and come out alive, they basically get everything they should get.

Seeing this, he went back to prepare for refining the wizard tower cluster. Moreover, this matter must be carried out secretly. Although he can't refine seven layers in one go, he will first refine some five or six-layer wizard tower bases. When the time comes, forming a wizard tower array and arranging them into a tower cluster, combined with the Tower of Babel, even if seventh or eighth-level wizards come to attack, he will have no fear.

Confidence. Dore can now stand up straight and say that he has enough confidence. Of course, although he is now wealthy, he also needs the support of Morris and the others. Otherwise, relying on himself alone, he can probably only refine two or three towers. He needs to plan this matter carefully when he gets back.

Both of them were sorting out their things, no one spoke, and no one made any other small movements.

There were many things. Dore didn't have that many storage equipment on him, so he refined a batch of super-large spaces on the spot. This made the Old Poison Master a little envious, and with a cheeky face, he asked Dore to refine some for him, which finally relieved him, who was covered in storage equipment.

The capacity of the storage ring refined by Dore was three times the capacity of the largest storage ring on his body.

The larger the capacity of the storage equipment, the higher the selling price outside. Each one is super expensive. He has taken some advantage of Dore.

However, watching this guy refine things is really enjoyable. From the materials to the imprinting of magic纹, everything is like flowing water, one every few minutes, just like factory production.

Precise control, perfect manipulation, this is his evaluation of Dore's refining. Such a person can accomplish anything.

Both of them were very happy.

The tent was silent.

After a long time, Dore asked, "What are you planning to do?"

The Old Poison Master was now full of confidence, and his voice was deep as he spoke, "Although my meditation technique is the Snail Ancestor Meditation Technique, in essence, I am not completely compatible with this meditation technique. I plan to change to another one, and then rely on the resources on my body. My goal within a hundred years is to re-cultivate to my current realm."

Dore's brain buzzed, and his scalp tingled a little. It would take a hundred years to complete this goal. This is too... conservative, isn't it?

He thought for a while and said, "That's fine. Anyway, the lifespan of a sixth-level wizard is enough for you to toss around. Find a safer place and don't let that madman find you again."

Dore used the word 'madman'. In his opinion, Ritterm was indeed crazy, obsessed to the point of being possessed, and quite insane.

The Old Poison Master smiled bitterly, "This is the karma planted by our ancestors, and now it falls on my head. There is nothing I can do about it. That Ritterm has entangled with me for decades, and I have spared him many times in life and death. If there is such a thing again in the future, I will have to take ruthless action."

Dore curled his lips, "That should have been done a long time ago."

He thought for a while and said, "If I develop a territory in the future, and you really have nowhere to go, you can come to my place. As for the specific location, I think you should know by then."

The Old Poison Master's eyes lit up and said, "Then I must go."

"Good, if you can come, I will have more strength."

Soon, two days passed.

The Old Poison Master left on the first night, leaving Dore's clone alone. Dore wandered around the vicinity, looking at the surrounding scenery. On the morning of the third day, he slowly came to the door of that simple pharmacy.

Looking inside, there seemed to be two people.

Walking in slowly, he saw the young clerk at a glance, as well as a middle-aged man who looked weathered and had not high strength, only level two, but had a very strong baleful aura and confidence.

He was holding a tube of potion in his hand, studying it carefully.

Beside him was a formula, which was his own formula.

Dore frowned.

After Dore walked in, the young boy's face turned white and then red when he saw him.

He stepped forward and said awkwardly, "Sir, you've come."

Dore glanced at him, hummed, and then glanced at the middle-aged man, slowly saying, "I see you seem to have refined it?"

The young boy nodded and said, "Yes, sir. Your potion looks complicated, but as long as you are careful, it is not difficult to refine, and it is very useful. I didn't plan to charge..."

A cough came from behind, it was the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man came back last night and only saw the potion and formula in the young boy's hand in the morning, and hadn't had time to ask.

He looked at Dore, and a sharp look appeared in his eyes, "Young man, is this yours?"

He didn't understand Dore's aura. His strength should be good, but relying on his identity as a pharmacist and his position in the camp, his tone was not polite at all.

Dore looked at him expressionlessly, then looked at the young boy, smiled faintly, and said slowly, "It's mine. I asked this little brother to refine it. Are you the boss here?"

The middle-aged man was slightly proud, and hummed arrogantly, "Yes, I am the only one within a few hundred kilometers."

Dore couldn't stand his appearance, so he slightly curled his lips, looked at him with a strange expression, and said slowly, "I know, that's why I came here. But I didn't trade with you, I traded with your apprentice."