The Witcher: Elemental Lords

When Dorre heard this, he bowed slightly in greeting, "Greetings, esteemed Masters."

A series of gazes fell upon Dorre, causing him to bend his waist even lower. He felt a bit of a headache, being watched by these people, as if he were as weak as an ant, surrounded by countless elephants. This feeling was too terrifying.

He also knew that this was an opportunity for him, so he raised his head and looked forward.

Many wizards looked at Dorre. One of them sat up straight and asked casually, "Was it you who killed an avatar of the Nightmare Ancestor? Was the space technology you used from another world?"

Dorre frowned. Why ask this? Without thinking too much, he nodded and said, "Yes, but some of the space magic patterns are not applicable to this world, so I modified some of them."

The wizards were all moved. Able to modify runes? Really? Magic patterns are not something that can be modified at will. It requires a deep understanding of the magic patterns.

At this moment, the wizard leaned forward slightly and asked Dorre, "If we were to ask you to hand over this knowledge, in exchange for resources that would allow you to cultivate to the eighth level, would you be willing?"

Dorre blinked. Resources that would allow him to cultivate to the eighth level? That was quite an exaggeration.

What was the Glorious Wizard Alliance doing asking him this? Wasn't space technology the Glorious Wizard Alliance's strongest point? But it seemed their strength lay in space teleportation, not in creating an independent space. There was something fishy!

He thought for a moment, and boldly said, "Esteemed Ancestor, could we change the request? Exchange the space technology that the Glorious Wizard Alliance possesses for my space technology. I specialize in spatial severing, while the Wizard Alliance seems to specialize in space teleportation."

The Ancestor did not speak, but looked eagerly at the person in the very center of the group, Vasily.

Space knowledge was also top-tier knowledge in the Glorious Wizard Alliance. Exchanging two of the most top-tier knowledge, he couldn't make the decision. However, in his heart, he was willing to exchange. If two different space technologies were combined, it would be a huge advancement for those who had studied space abilities for hundreds of years.

Vasily glanced at Dorre, a hint of appreciation in his eyes. This child knew how to trade, knew how to advance and retreat.

However, he slowly shook his head. "I am the President of the Glorious Wizard Alliance, Vasily. The trade you mentioned is tempting to me personally, and even to some wizards who study space magic patterns. However, the ability of space teleportation is, after all, the result of the hard work of all the space rune sages of the Glorious Wizard Alliance over thousands of years. If we were to give it to you like this, I'm afraid many people would not agree, especially since you don't yet have the means to protect them."

Dorre's heart sank, and he pondered slightly. What the other party was worried about seemed reasonable.

He thought for a moment and said, "Then we'll wait until the day I have the power to protect myself, and then we'll trade."

The wizard who spoke at the beginning immediately looked unhappy, the regret and sorrow in his expression difficult to describe.

The relationship between wizards, regardless of age, was very fair in their transactions. Dorre wasn't afraid of this.

As that wizard subsided, another wizard suddenly spoke, "Your wizard tower is based on space abilities. How about we change the way we trade? What is the highest level of that wizard tower? Can we ask you to refine one for us?"

Dorre's mouth twitched. This was a roundabout way to get him to hand over space knowledge, refining one for them so that they could learn most of his space abilities.

He shook his head directly. "No, firstly, I currently don't have the ability to refine the wizard tower to the highest level, I can only refine it to the seventh level. Secondly, I don't think this trade is worthwhile. I don't lack resources."

The wizards looked at Dorre, sighing slightly.

However, even a seventh-level wizard tower was amazing.

At this moment, that wizard said again, "If I request you to refine a seventh-level wizard tower, called the Babel Tower, how many magic crystals would it cost?"

Dorre raised an eyebrow. Selling the Babel Tower? He had never thought of that before.

He still firmly shook his head. He didn't know the value of the Babel Tower before, but now that he knew, he couldn't sell it!

Seeing this, Vasily also shook his head at this time. Dorre was unwilling to exchange resources, and they had no way to force him. Dorre currently did not have the ability to protect himself.

Vasily thought for a moment and said, "Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. The main purpose of calling you here today is about the Nightmare Ancestor. Space runes are just a side issue. Our trade failed, but there will be more opportunities in the future. Now, let's talk about the Nightmare Ancestor."

Dorre nodded.

Vasily said to Dorre, "Please sit down."

Dorre felt immense pressure. All around him were big shots. He was just afraid that the other party would forcibly demand his knowledge. Now that they weren't forcibly demanding it, he felt much more comfortable.

So many seventh and eighth levels, any one of them could stand up and kill him without a trace.

However, he still patiently sat down.

Vasily said solemnly at this time, "Ancestor Shallow Moon, that is, the ninth-level Ancestor of the Glorious Family that you met, showed us the scene of your battle with that Nightmare Avatar, but it wasn't detailed. We want to understand more from you."

Dorre blinked, wondering what this meant.

That person was called Ancestor Shallow Moon? How much did he show?

He took a deep breath, knowing that he had to hand over something today, so he looked around and said with some difficulty, "President Vasily, I want to ask, can all the people here be trusted?"

The surroundings suddenly became quiet, terrifyingly quiet, as if all vibrations had disappeared.

Dorre felt a mountain-like pressure spreading from the spiritual world. When he said it, he had already expected this outcome, so he could only silently endure it, and the sweat on his forehead flowed down in an instant.

At this time, a gentle force intervened beside him, and Vasily's voice slowly sounded, "This President can understand Dorre's words. Don't put too much pressure on this child. If you were facing the Nightmare Ancestor alone, you might not be sitting here so happily."

The wizards around slowly withdrew their spiritual power, their expressions changing slightly.

Some people had participated in the battle with the Nightmare Empire, and knew the tragic nature of that battle. A struggle between the human race alone set the human race back hundreds of years, which shows how serious it was.

Vasily's mood was heavy, "Although we later thought of many ways to crack the Nightmare Meditation Method, if it happens again, we may not be so passive, but after all, we won with great difficulty back then. If it happens again, can everyone present guarantee their safety?"

"Dorre has experienced it and won. This is the ultimate key. Are you inviting Wizard Dorre over, understand?"

Everyone was silent, their hearts slightly heavy.

Dorre looked at Vasily, feeling a little grateful in his heart. He didn't actually know who had released the pressure on him just now. The spiritual power above the seventh and eighth levels was a bit strange, and it was a completely different level from below the sixth level.