Spellcasting Heavens

"Ah, another guest is here. It seems that tonight is destined to be a sleepless night..." Zhang Cheng raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said to himself in a very playful tone.

Although he didn't know who these guys on horses were or which faction they belonged to, one thing was certain, they were definitely not the Forsaken.

Because they have been resurrected by shadow energy, their physiological structures are completely different from normal people. Even if there is no light at all, they can see everything around them clearly. Therefore, they cannot use the lighting method of torches at all. horses.

In fact, before these undead approached the horses, the keenly perceptive warhorses would immediately flee in fright. They could only ride the death warhorses that were also resurrected by shadow energy, and the death warhorses could not make any noises.

Since he was a living person, he naturally wouldn't have any favors for the undead.

To be precise, at present, the intelligent life of the entire Azeroth continent is skeptical of these Forsaken who claim to have free will, and a small number of them still firmly believe that they should not exist from the beginning.

In particular, the Scarlet Crusaders, who have always been committed to hating and fighting the undead, are constantly gathering their troops to carry out indiscriminate attacks on the Scourge and the Forsaken from the Plaguelands to the ruins of Lordaeron.

Zhang Cheng can guarantee that the one who should be most nervous right now is definitely not himself, but the expressionless leader of the Forsaken not far away.

Don't look at their elites, but in fact, due to their sparse population, they are simply unable to confront the powerful alliance in the Eastern Continent, and reluctantly rely on terrorist attacks and magical plagues to maintain the balance of power.

Once the loss is heavy due to a certain mistake, it will not be able to recover for a long time, and even the alliance will take the opportunity to eradicate it, let alone launch final revenge on the Lich King.

It can be said that of all the forces in Azeroth, the Forsaken have the worst war potential.

At least until the dark queen Sylvanas decides to start excavating the cemetery on a large scale and forcibly awaken the dead sleeping inside, one of them will be lost.

In addition, the bodies of all the living dead will slowly rot under the erosion of time, so the number is always decreasing, instead of feeding offspring and multiplying like normal life.

"This is what you can rely on without fear? A small team of reinforcements?" The headed undead's eyes flashed with terrifying red light, and he opened his mouth full of maggots and asked tentatively.

"Reinforcements? No, no, no, of course not. My confidence is never reinforcements, but knowledge and magic in my head. As for the cavalry, I'm not at all sure whether they are enemies or allies. Of course, for you For these dead people, they will definitely not be friends..." Having said that, Zhang Cheng took out a magic rune that shone with silver light from his pocket.

Before waiting for the other party to react, he suddenly activated the energy stored on the rune.

Moment!

A violet light is centered on the wooden house and spreads in all directions...

Just when everyone didn't understand the use of this wonderful light, an undead suddenly screamed, dropped the hostage in his hand, covered his face and quickly retreated.

followed by the second, third, fourth...

In just a few seconds, all the Forsaken ran out of the area shrouded in violet light, and they didn't even have time to take the box containing the Arcane Crystal.

I saw their pale and blue skin, showing a large number of disgusting sores and blisters, some even exploded, exuding a strange viscous liquid, and all plants that were dripped immediately withered and died.

In contrast, the surviving living people did not have the slightest discomfort. They stared at this incredible scene one by one, as if trying to figure out what happened.

But the leader of the Forsaken no doubt knew what this light meant, and said with a bloodthirsty sneer: "The Violet Barrier in Dalaran? Very well, living mage, you have successfully angered me. From now on, please be careful at all times. The dagger from behind, I swear I will cut your throat with my own hands, and enjoy the screams and howls before you die."

"Hehe, save these boring verbal threats. If I were you, I would quickly think about how to deal with the possible troubles that may arise next. After all, dogs that bite people usually don't bark, and dogs that like to bark usually It's a good thing." Zhang Cheng shrugged his shoulders indifferently, posing as if he was ready to watch a good show.

As the other party mentioned, the silver spell rune in his hand is the violet enchantment that Dalaran uses to protect himself.

When Arthas led the Scourge to attack Dalaran, he suffered a big loss from this thing, and finally managed to complete the task assigned by the Lich King with a quick raid.

But unfortunately, the Violet Barrier failed to protect Dalaran in the end. Archimonde destroyed the Magic City with unmatched power, and countless rune stones used to support the Barrier were scattered everywhere.

When Risen escaped, he picked up some of the chaos, and used the time of seclusion to repair and remodel many times to make it only for the undead and demons.

Any undead and demons who enter the area covered by the violet rays will immediately be burned by powerful magical energy. If they don't leave quickly, they will soon turn into a pool of rotten gelatinous substances.

The only regret is that there are not many such magic runes, and they will be completely scrapped once they are used, so they cannot be recycled.

Perhaps many people in Azeroth are afraid of the elusive attack of the Forsaken and the terrifying magic plague they are constantly developing and improving, but as a hurried passerby, Zhang Cheng doesn't care about these, and he also needs to consider the consequences.

Anyway, it won't be long before he will leave this world, so as long as he doesn't disrupt the original historical process of Azeroth and doesn't attract the attention of the bronze dragons, he can do things that he thought he couldn't do before.

"You will pay for your actions! A living person! A price that you simply can't bear!"

"I'll wait, but only if you have to solve the current crisis."

"We have the firmest belief! We have the best fighting awareness and skills! And we have absolute loyalty to the Queen! So nothing can beat us!"

"Then let me wait and see."

…

As the two exchanged a few words, the riders on the periphery of the woods quickly formed a circular encircling net to surround the wooden house.

They were all wearing black leather armor with face scarves on their faces. There were between 30 and 40 people. Most of them held cold weapons such as swords, shields, bows and crossbows, and two held black-purple rays of light. The gem staff, at a glance, knows that it must be a spellcasting occupation.

Since becoming a mage, Zhang Cheng's perception of magical energy attributes has grown exponentially. Even if he is a few dozen meters away, he can clearly feel the boiling shadow energy in the opponent's body.

Generally speaking, people with this kind of energy are basically either warlocks, shadow priests, or shadow mages. None of them are easy to deal with.