Spellcasting Heavens

The twitching corpse caused Zhang Cheng's pupils to contract violently. The excitement caused by the killing quickly calmed down. He stared at the attacker who suddenly appeared, and his nerves were tense to the limit.

But before he could see what the other party looked like, he suddenly heard a piercing scream from a girl in his ear, followed by more attackers rushing out of the darkness, attacking the masked man who hijacked the caravan. Launching an attack, in less than two or three minutes, the humble camp was filled with blood.

All those who attempted to resist, or those who had a tendency to resist, were mercilessly slaughtered, and only those who threw away their weapons and knelt on the ground from the beginning survived.

Accurate, efficient, lethal, merciless...

These black shadows who tightly wrap themselves under the gray cloak, without any verbal or action communication, perfectly interpret what is meant by intimate cooperation.

They were like a group of machines without any emotion. Even though they harvested several fresh lives, they didn't have the slightest emotional fluctuation, and they quickly grabbed the small box full of arcane crystals.

As for the other goods on the carriage, I have no interest in taking a look.

There is no doubt that their purpose is clear, that is, the Arcane Crystal, which is coveted by all intelligent life in Azeroth, will not hesitate to destroy all obstacles to this end.

With the help of the dim bonfire in the camp, Zhang Cheng finally vaguely noticed something unusual, such as the strange red light reflected in the attacker's eyes, and the rancid smell that permeated the air.

Although the smell is masked by more pungent odors resembling embalming fluids, it can still be discerned with a little attention.

"Don't act rashly, living person..." The shadow who killed the man with the moustache made a hoarse voice that made goosebumps all over his body.

"who are you?"

Zhang Cheng cautiously probed, and quietly prepared the next spell.

As long as the other party made any threatening move, he would not hesitate to use the flame shock to knock him off the second-floor balcony of the wooden house, opening a distance that was beneficial to him.

After all, after witnessing the horrific sneak attack just now, no one with a little bit of vigilance would allow such a dangerous person to approach, much less give him the opportunity to repeat his old tricks.

But the guy hiding under the dark gray cloak didn't seem to care at all, and continued to laugh and said in a voice like a fingernail running across a board: "Who are we? Hahahaha! I have to say, you asked an interesting question, so interesting I don't even know how to answer you.

The reason is very simple. There are many names for us in the outside world. The Alliance calls us undead, just like the Scourge Legion led by the Lich King. They hate us, fear us, and sincerely long to destroy us forever.

But the actual situation is just the opposite. We are mortal enemies with that **** in Arthas. There is no race in the entire Azeroth that is like us, willing to give everything to complete the ultimate revenge.

As for the tribe, although they temporarily accepted our participation, they did not trust us, and even held an attitude of scrutiny and suspicion, and used us to contain the power of the alliance.

We ourselves call ourselves the Forsaken, allegiance to the Dark Queen Sylvanas..."

Hearing that the other party reported his family name, Zhang Cheng's already nervous nerves suddenly became even more nervous, and he even had the urge to strike first.

You must know that these living dead with self-consciousness in front of them are not human bandits who were suspected to be "syndicates" before. Each of them has personally experienced tragic wars. Whether it is killing skills or psychological quality, they are far superior to the former.

Especially when they were under the control of the Lich King, most of the Forsaken had their hands stained with the blood of innocent civilians, and their hearts had long been swallowed up by twisted and dark feelings.

Although they have regained their sobriety now, the driving force behind their survival has never been positive feelings such as love and hope, but the unparalleled hatred for the Scourge Legion and the Lich King. For this hatred, they will pay any price, even if Destroy the last trace of humanity and conscience.

If it falls into their hands accidentally, it will definitely be a relief to be killed on the spot. Those who survive will become test objects for all kinds of terrible magic potions, plagues, limb modification, and even worse, they will be removed from death. Awaken and become one of the cursed.

As a player who once played the role of the Forsaken, Zhang Cheng would rather choose death than become a prisoner of the undead.

What's more, Sylvanas, the current dark queen, completely treats her subordinates as a consumable for revenge.

In her own words, the Forsaken are the arrows in the quiver, and all she has to do is shoot them out one by one until the Scourge is completely destroyed.

The headed undead undoubtedly sensed Zhang Cheng's emotions from his changing eyes, and nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, it seems that you are a smart guy, not like other living people, or When you see us, rush to death like crazy, or scream and turn around and run away. You seem to be calm, so I suggest you stand there and don't move, so that I don't have to sacrifice my precious men to kill you, and the same You can save your own life, too. Killing a mage is a bit of a hassle, isn't it?"

"You think you can kill me with just a few living dead? Someone tried it just now, but it's a pity that he failed, and you are no exception." Zhang Cheng responded indifferently. .

Perhaps it was the crushing battle that had built up his confidence, or it could be that his disgust for the undead conquered everything. In short, he felt that the tension and fear in his heart were quickly fading away, replaced by an inexplicable calm, not afraid at all. Threats revealed in the other party's words.

"Hahahaha! Do you think those rabble syndicated bandits can be compared to us?"

With a disdainful laugh, the shadow slowly took off his hood, revealing a face that looked like the scene of a car accident.

Especially the dense sutures on the left half, and the dark green mucus oozing from the sutures, like a nightmare from a nightmare. I believe this face alone is enough to scare away more than 90% of the living people.

Of course, a mere stitched face doesn't seem to be much of a fuss compared to the large white larvae crawling around the eye sockets.

It's no wonder that when the Forsaken first appeared in the game, even as a member of the Horde, they still had a cold relationship with the other three races.

I am afraid that apart from the dark behavior, even the orcs whose aesthetic style tends to be rude will be disgusted by this honorable appearance.

Looking at such a "heavy taste" and "restricted-level" picture, Zhang Cheng only felt that his appetite was overturned, and the dinner he had eaten not long ago kept surging up, and it might burst out of his throat at any time.

Fortunately, just when he was about to vomit, but had not vomited, there was a very rhythmic sound in the distance, which made him quickly divert his attention, and within a few seconds he heard the roar of the horse.

In less than three or five minutes, a long dragon made of torches appeared in the distance of the forest path...