The Witcher: Elemental Lords

The alleyway was wide and dark; one wouldn't notice someone was there without a careful look. Based on the past few days of observation, he usually got out of the carriage at the alley entrance and slowly walked in.

Dees was also a high-level warrior apprentice with considerable strength. Once he reached this point, he would basically feel completely safe.

Dorae had been waiting for this moment.

He quietly arrived at the alley entrance and silently walked along the path, activating the magic-infused hide in his hand. Soon, he sensed the various warning magic patterns buried at the entrance.

These were originally meant for alerts, but he had modified them all for detection.

In fact, warning and detection often went hand in hand.

In the darkness, Dorae waited for a long time, his expression consistently somber and calm, without the slightest hint of agitation.

The magic patterns vibrated many times, but Dorae didn't move. Those vibrations didn't belong to Dees; they were either from the patrol or someone else. He didn't reveal himself.

Soon, the vibrations of a carriage approached. It stopped at the alley entrance, and then a familiar vibration appeared in Dorae's senses.

Dorae's lips curled into a slight smile. He stepped out of the darkness, uncorked a bottle, and tossed it onto the road under the cover of night.

The bottle was wrapped in a layer of fur, so it made no sound when it landed.

Before long, Dorae sensed the vibrations getting closer and closer. After what seemed like a long time, a 'thump' sound rang in his ears.

He emerged from the darkness, held his breath, and quickly reached the middle of the road. Sure enough, he saw a figure wearing a police uniform lying on the ground.

Dorae's heart leaped with joy. He immediately stepped forward, drew a crossbow, and when he was about three meters away, swiftly shot an arrow at the dark figure's neck.

…

Dees's senses were sharp. Although he left the police station late, having been busy all day, and there were many patrols on the streets late at night, he wasn't afraid. However, the vigilance he had cultivated over the years hadn't relaxed.

After getting out of the carriage, he headed straight home, his eyes scanning the surrounding darkness. Having advanced to a high-level warrior apprentice, his eyesight was sharp. Even in the darkness, he could still see things somewhat clearly.

As he walked and scanned, he didn't notice anything unusual, except for something in the middle of the road that hadn't been there before. Judging by the fur, it looked like animal hide?

He was somewhat puzzled but didn't suspect anything. Perhaps a bird had died.

He hurried forward, wanting to get home quickly.

People arranged by the Ability Association surrounded his house. Once he got home, he could relax.

Just then, he suddenly felt a bit dizzy. He didn't think much of it at first, assuming he was just tired from a day's work. But as he walked, the dizziness became more and more pronounced. Even before reaching home, he felt like falling asleep.

His expression immediately changed. He bit his lip, clearing his head slightly. But the next moment, the pain disappeared, and his mind remained muddled.

He knew he had been ambushed. There was an ambush on the road. He was so drowsy that he was barely conscious. However, the instinctive struggle honed over the years allowed him to regain some clarity. He immediately closed his mouth and tongue, pretended to be unconscious, and simply fell to the ground.

Who was plotting against him? Who was it? That nobleman? Or that merchant? Or a robber?

Or was it him?

Thinking of this, he became frightened. However, his increasingly muddled mind told him that this situation was almost identical to Kamen's.

Just then, he heard a sound in his ear. A strong sense of danger surged into his heart. He struggled, trying to roll his body to the side.

A 'ding' sound rang in his ear. Something shot into the ground, and instead of penetrating, it slid along the ground towards his neck.

Pfft.

The crossbow bolt grazed the ground, brushed against his skin, and pierced his neck.

He suddenly woke up, realizing that someone really wanted to kill him. That was the sound of a crossbow bolt just now.

However, he was still very drowsy. Despite being injured, he didn't know what he had been poisoned with, but it left him without any strength.

He rolled over and vaguely saw a figure in the darkness.

The figure also saw him. Their eyes met.

Dorae was somewhat surprised. This guy hadn't fallen? He could still struggle? A high-level warrior apprentice was indeed formidable.

He was disguised as a completely unfamiliar person. The man wouldn't recognize him at all. With his neck pierced, even if it only hit the edge and didn't hit any vital organs or nerves, it was enough to give him trouble.

He saw the other man's movements, still slow and numb. Clearly, he was poisoned and had no strength to resist.

Dorae didn't hesitate. He quickly stepped forward and stabbed his neck with a sword, worsening the wound, then stabbed again, right in the throat.

At this moment, in the silent darkness, their eyes met from beginning to end, one filled with struggle, the other with indifference.

Dees's neck was bleeding heavily. Blood flowed down his trachea and into his lungs. He finally believed that the other party had come with the intention of killing him directly, and he finally recognized the eyes in the darkness.

It was Dorae, the young man he had thrown into prison and handed over to Audo and his son to be beaten. He had returned for revenge.

Thinking of Kamen's death and knowing that he was about to die, Dees's eyes gradually glazed over.

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At this time, Dorae had no time to care about his enemy's emotions. He quickly searched Dees's entire body for anything valuable, then retrieved everything he had placed around the area. In less than two minutes, he quickly disappeared into the darkness.

Returning to his neighbor's house and climbing back over the wall, the tension on Dorae's face finally eased slightly.

He had finally killed him.

Relaxed, at this moment, Dorae felt an unprecedented sense of relief, but he also faced an unprecedented crisis.

He didn't completely relax but quickly packed his things, called for Baal, and quickly headed to the next predetermined location.

The place he was going wasn't the slums or anywhere else; it was Lily's second hidden home. It was usually empty, and he could hide there where no one could find him.

As long as he left the city early tomorrow morning, he wouldn't care what chaos the city fell into; it had nothing to do with him.

With Dees dead, that damned Beechy would definitely suspect him and come to his house. By then, everything would be exposed. Therefore, he couldn't let Beechy find him.

That's what Dorae thought, and that's what he did.

In the empty and silent darkness, no one knew.

…

The mortality rate of police officers had always been high, so the police department's various detective allowances and benefits were also very high.

Dees had long predicted that he would be killed by a wizard named Dorae, but after so long, they still hadn't found the person. Perhaps everyone thought Dees was joking.

But when Dees was really lying in the alley, all the captains and detectives were silent because they knew what had happened.

They shouldn't have provoked a wizard. The guy was minding his own business, but they had to take black money and beat him half to death. Now, it was good, he was dead too. His wife would follow someone else, and his children would also be beaten. It was really his own fault.

Anyone who could reach the position of captain naturally knew how many forces and interests were involved. He died quietly, and many people were secretly gloomy.

The news of Dees's death quickly spread to everyone connected to him: various families, forces, and underground gangs.