The Witcher: Elemental Lords

With such strict laws, even those adventurers and mercenaries, no matter how much they liked to drink and how drunk they got, subconsciously restrained their behavior within Albis City.

Within the city, as long as they weren't slaves, ordinary people enjoyed the same living standards as professionals, and no one was considered inferior.

This was Albis City's attitude towards ordinary people, so they greatly supported Dorre.

In other cities, professionals treated ordinary people very badly, often resorting to beatings and verbal abuse for the slightest offense, even killing them without consequence. The government wouldn't intervene on behalf of ordinary people against professionals, which resulted in a low status for ordinary citizens.

But in Albis City, things were different. Dorre's management of professionals was very strict, strictly prohibiting them from attacking ordinary people. Anyone who killed an ordinary person would essentially face death.

Mizukage knew that Dorre was short on ordinary people, but he didn't expect him to be so strict.

As the convoy slowly passed by, he raised his head and glanced at these half-dead professionals, feeling some doubt in his heart.

Why were these people's auras so weak? Were they crippled or seriously injured?

He even felt that these people's auras were almost the same, as if they were one person. Did these people all have problems?

What had happened to these people?

They were still alive, but they had lost most of their vitality. Everyone looked very numb, as if they had lost their spirit and turned into living dead!

He noted this matter and watched the execution procession move away.

Before long, at the city gate, as sword lights flashed, heads fell one by one, and applause erupted around them.

In the city lord's mansion, Dorre stood at the highest point, his gaze piercing through the city walls, watching all of this, a faint smile on his lips.

In fact, there were very few criminals in Albis City. Under his relentless crackdown, he could hardly see any murderers. There were some in the previous period, but recently there have been fewer and fewer. As the policies and regulations were implemented more strictly, the relationship between ordinary people and professionals became more harmonious, and there were fewer and fewer incidents of professionals arbitrarily killing ordinary people.

He extended this habit to the surrounding towns, and now everything was harmonious. Ordinary people were very grateful to him, the Marquis, and Dorre enjoyed a high reputation among the people.

When this generation grew up and the next generation rose, it would be the time when professionals and ordinary people could truly live in peace.

This habit needed to be maintained.

However, the fewer criminals there were, the slower his mind cultivation progress became, which was inevitable. Dorre didn't mind this. From the beginning of his cultivation until now, he had absorbed the dreams of hundreds of people, and now the Nightmare Meditation's clone had grown to a certain extent, greatly increasing his mental power.

This mind cultivation technique was a pure mental power meditation, with immense power. Recently, he had entered other people's dreams and explored the details of many spies and secret agents.

Moreover, he had also discovered Mizukage, this spy from the Nightmare Empire, who was truly audacious, daring to operate under his very nose, relying on his ability to change his appearance.

However, Mizukage knew about the Nightmare Meditation, so Dorre couldn't easily act. He simply tracked him while investigating his contacts, which yielded a lot of gains.

Shi Liu-si, this undead warrior who once attacked him, was actually hiding behind a high slope in a wasteland outside the Northern Plains Mountains. This Level 6 Undead Wizard was powerful and very bold. In his hands, there were actually some Level 5 and Level 6 undead, apparently captured adventurers, refined into undead.

Dorre didn't want to meddle too much. With Akso's departure, his strength had greatly decreased. Now was the time to improve his strength, and he didn't want to interfere too much. However, if Shi Liu-si got within a hundred kilometers of Albis City again, he would have to take action.

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Imperial Capital.

In a small space, as the last rune merged into the formation, the formation gradually lit up and slowly opened.

There were no unusual phenomena, no grand movements, just a faint light, and the magic circle was activated.

Everyone only felt a weak magical fluctuation, and then they were overjoyed.

It was a success.

Vasily took the lead and disappeared in a flash, followed by Old Man Mo and Usbuer, and finally Dorre.

As soon as he entered the space, Dorre felt like he had come to another world. Now it was completely isolated from the outside world, as if he had come to a new world, unable to sense the outside world, unable to sense his clones, and even his mental power was completely isolated.

If a battle with the Nightmare Ancestor's clone were to occur here, he would be completely unaware.

Dorre didn't feel too much joy, but breathed a sigh of relief. It was finally over, which meant it was time for him to leave.

He had also gained a lot recently, at least in terms of magic patterns. He had too many gains, plus a large amount of spatial formation knowledge. After returning, he could at least settle down for a few years. The current him could be called a space master.

Having obtained these things and verified a large amount of spatial knowledge, he could consider creating a teleportation, spatial displacement, and other magic formations to play with after returning. With his current knowledge reserves, he already had the preliminary ability, leaving only verification. Next was to create spatial witchcraft.

Spatial witchcraft, just thinking about this title was exciting.

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Vasily looked at this space, carefully sensed it, and then sighed slightly, "If there had been such a space back then to limit the Nightmare Ancestor's actions, he would probably have died long ago. That guy's clones are everywhere, but his main mental power is only one. Seriously injuring his main mental power could at least give us a few hundred years of peace."

This independent world was not large, it could be said to be very small, but it had one major advantage, which was that it was completely detached from the main plane, independent, and could isolate all mental power sensing.

Old Man Mo nodded, "If we deal with the Nightmare Ancestor again, we may have to use this space. Dorre, we really have to thank you this time."

Usbuer also looked at Dorre, a smile on his face, "The name of Space Wizard can be announced to the public from today."

Dorre also smiled slightly, "Space Wizards are rare. We only master some magic formations and don't even have a real witchcraft. Everyone should keep a low profile, otherwise it will be bad if we attract the covetousness of other empire's wizard organizations."

Old Man Mo nodded, "That's true. Although formations are the foundation, only those that can be independently released are called witchcraft. We'll study it later, and if there are any results, we'll send you a copy."

Dorre's heart stirred and said, "Then thank you very much. After I go back, I'm afraid I'll have to start cultivating directly and won't have much time to spend on research. Now that the Nightmare Empire is preparing to build a nation, the first target of revenge may be the Northwest. It won't do without strength."

Vasily nodded. As a decision-maker in control of the overall situation, he said at this time, "Currently, Andis has led a part of the legion to the north. It is estimated that this winter, the Nightmare Empire will not be able to help but build a nation. We have discussed with other countries in the West Ring Continent and are preparing to send the strongest force to the Northwest to take a look. At that time, perhaps Ancestor Shallow Moon will also go, which may cause some incidents."

Dorre nodded, his expression solemn, "The Nightmare Ancestor's cultivation technique is strange. If a war really breaks out, please be sure to eliminate him."

Thinking of this, Vasily and the other two began to have a headache. Although the Nightmare Ancestor may have only recovered to Level 8 now, the special nature of his cultivation technique really made people's heads ache. His clones are everywhere, and the key is that he can't be killed.