Spellcasting Heavens

"It seems to be very lively inside?" Zhang Cheng stopped and asked with a smile.

Garrick shrugged his shoulders with a wry smile, and explained helplessly: "Yeah, it's been a whole month of arguing. You know, since the last elite led by Marshal Garithus was wiped out by the Queen of Darkness, most The nobles either died in battle, or fled to the Stormwind Kingdom further south. Therefore, we do not have a legitimate leader and ruler at all, and we can only unite together for self-government, form a temporary council, and negotiate with each other to face common threats. "

"Parliament? Can you tell me how this so-called parliament works?" Zhang Cheng touched his chin with interest.

According to his understanding, the human society in Azeroth should be a typical aristocratic feudal system, whether it is the destroyed Kingdom of Lordaeron, the Kingdom of Stormwind that is currently in deep trouble, or the faraway Kali Theramore of Mudor, its top rulers are all derived from the first ancient empire of mankind - the Thoradin Empire.

That is to say, the people here are more willing to believe in the innate noble bloodline than the ability. In theory, only the nobles who have been conferred by the king have the legal right to rule.

But now, an interesting phenomenon has emerged. With the destruction of the last remaining military power of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, a rare power vacuum has emerged in the northern region.

The self-defeating Stormwind Kingdom is temporarily unable to extend its tentacles, and the already dilapidated Stromgarde is also unable to shelter these farmers. Therefore, in order to protect themselves, they have to form a small alliance to try to solve various problems. trouble.

Zhang Cheng wanted to know how an organization with neither a clear leader nor a strong binding force could be maintained.

"Ha! It's very simple! Every farm and village that voluntarily chooses to join will elect a representative to become a member of parliament and be responsible for the decision-making of the entire parliament. Each of them has the right to vote, and in case of disagreement, they will be presided over by the clerk. Go to the next vote, and if more than half of them agree, it will be passed and implemented. Of course, each farm and village has its own position and ideas, so the meeting is always spent in constant quarrels." After speaking, Garrick was helpless. Sighed.

I don't know whether he is sighing for the future of the parliament or the selfish nature of mankind.

"Don't worry, it will get better. Believe me, as long as they know the truth, they will definitely give up the quarrel and reunite." Zhang Cheng patted the other party's shoulder comfortingly, pushed the door open, bought the threshold and left go in.

"I hope so..." The young man murmured in a low voice as he quickly followed.

As soon as the two entered the hall one after the other, they immediately attracted the attention of many people. One of them, an old man panting on crutches, scolded rudely and loudly: "Who let you in? Get out!"

"Who is this barking old dog? Hasn't anyone taught it politeness and upbringing?" Zhang Cheng sneered mercilessly and sarcastically.

He is not the kind of person who will swallow his voice when insulted, and he will not let an old **** ride on his head to shit.

"Master Mage, please stay calm. He is Thors, the representative from the lakeside farm. His son just died in a sneak attack by the undead two days ago, so his emotions are inevitably a little out of control." Garrick, who has seen the power of magic with his own eyes, For fear of any bloodshed, he hurried forward to persuade him.

"Okay, I forgive him this time. But remember, this is the first and last time. If I hear similar insults again, I don't mind freezing his mouth with ice." Zhang Cheng waved his right hand abruptly, causing a biting cold wind mixed with snowflakes.

He is very clear that if he doesn't take a little deterrent action, he can't expect to attract attention at all, let alone gain the right to speak.

When the cold snow fell on the skin of everyone present, they instantly realized that the young man in front of them was not an ordinary person, but a master of arcane power, a man who could shape flames and frost into various forms. A terrifying mage.

For a while, the originally noisy parliament hall was silent, and even the two sides in the quarrel chose to shut up.

Looking at the pair of eyes full of vigilance and awe, Zhang Cheng nodded with satisfaction, and at the same time secretly rejoiced that he had chosen the professional template of mage, not the thief who accompanied the shadow, otherwise he would now face A completely different situation.

"Guys, I think you're all trying to figure out who I am, and what is the purpose of breaking in. In fact, I'm here to warn you. As you may already know, the Forsaken are continually charging your barns and A dark green potion is put into the wheat fields."

As Zhang Cheng spoke, he came to the center of the hall and held up the test tube the thickness of his fingers, trying to make it as clear as possible for everyone to see.

"But you don't know that its role is not only to rot food, but also to make any person or animal who has eaten it become manic and irrational, and frantically attack all living beings around it. Simply put, This is a brand new magical plague that is being developed, and you are the test pieces of the plague."

"What! Plague? Those **** undead are experimenting with us?" A middle-aged man with a slightly bald head suddenly stood up from the chair, with a mixture of shock and anger on his face.

"You are?"

"I am the mayor here, Burnside. Mr. Mage, is what you just said true? What evidence do you have?" the middle-aged man asked impatiently.

Knowing the identity of the other party, Zhang Cheng immediately turned around and waved at Garrick: "Come here, take out the corpse of the sparrow, and let our mayor and all the councilors take a look."

"Okay!" Garrick threw the **** corpse on the table without saying a word.

boom!

"My holy light! This...is this a sparrow?" Burnside's eyes widened, he couldn't believe what he saw.

After all, a normal sparrow can never grow sharp teeth and blood-red eyes. As for the pair of black glowing claws, it clearly shows signs of being eroded by shadow energy.

"Yes, this is a sparrow. To be exact, it was an ordinary sparrow before eating the dark green plague. If you don't want the tragedy of Stratholme to repeat itself here, you'd better give up the quarrel and unite. Response to the crisis."

Burnside nodded vigorously: "I understand what you mean, please tell me, what do you need us to do?"

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Zhang Cheng asked bluntly: "It's very simple, first of all, strengthen the vigilance, don't give the Forsaken any opportunity, if possible, it is best to catch one or two living prisoners. Second, Send someone to go to Nanhai Town to see if there is any information to share there. Finally, prepare a few fast horses. I will rest for the night today, and leave for Dalaran early tomorrow morning to hand over these plagues to In the hands of the Kirin Tor Council, see if the archmages can crack the secrets."

"No problem! Garrick, take the mage to eat first, and inform the stable to prepare some good horses..."