Spellcasting Heavens

"Okay, okay, I'll go now, I'm really an incomprehensible guy, maybe you can experience the fun of being a man in a few years." Sophia raised her hands to express her surrender, grabbed it and was still in bed The leather armor and clothing on his feet jumped out of the window and disappeared from sight in less than three or five seconds.

Although she is currently charmed by evil spells, it does not affect her IQ and judgment, especially the rapidly gathering magical energy in the room, even if an idiot can detect it.

Maybe in the next second, a spell with huge destructive power will roar, and any rational person will not choose to stay in place.

Watching the other party leave, the flickering cold light in Zhang Cheng's eyes began to fade slowly, he bent down to pick up the book that fell on the ground, and carefully turned to the first page.

I saw that it was written in crooked common human language: "Do you desire power, young man? Come to me if you desire, and I can give you more power than arcane spells - Marez Kaur."

"Hahahaha! It's simple and straightforward, I like it." Zhang Chengcheng couldn't hold back, and burst into laughter.

Maybe others don't know who Marez Kaul is, but he is very clear that this is an orc sorceress who ostensibly works for the Syndicate, but secretly owes his allegiance to an orc sorceress called the Argus Recovery Mystery Organization, and Argus Recovery seems to be It is inextricably linked with the Burning Legion.

This means that even if he doesn't read the content inside, he knows that there must be a lot of taboo knowledge related to shadows, fel energy, and demons recorded in it. Legion's minions.

The founder of the Shadow Council, Gul'dan, fell into degeneration step by step under this temptation, almost ruining the future of the orcs.

Feeling the evil energy slowly boiling on the pages of the book, Zhang Cheng stuffed it into his backpack without thinking. He was not even interested in opening it, at least not until he had some relevant knowledge and discernment ability. Go read what's inside.

You must know that Azeroth is not like a martial arts novel, where you can cultivate a peerless magic skill by picking up a cheat book.

In this world full of conspiracies and tricks, you pick up a book full of mysterious power on the side of the road. The biggest possibility is not to gain powerful power, but to be deceived and brainwashed by the demons of the Burning Legion or the ancient evil gods, and eventually become the opponent's servant.

As a mage who has acquired arcane power, Zhang Cheng doesn't think it is necessary for him to take huge risks now to study fel energy and shadow energy, or even deal with demons.

After putting away the books, he quickly locked the doors and windows, and lay down on the hard wooden bed in a large font. He didn't even take off his clothes, shoes and socks. He stared straight at the wooden board above his head, and soon fell into a drowsy sleep. .

Early the next morning, when he opened his eyes and woke up, he could already hear the noise from outside. He got up and opened the window. The first thing that caught his eye was the busy peasants, who began to march in groups under the militia. Under the protection of the surrounding fields, the grain is harvested in an orderly manner.

Although everyone knows that at the current speed, it is impossible to complete the arduous autumn harvest task before the first autumn rain, but they still do their best to race against time.

Because if the rain wets the ripe ear of wheat, it will not take long for the grain to become moldy and rotten.

Perhaps in peacetime, they would use drying to avoid this.

But now, let alone drying the grains, even stepping out of the fence may be attacked by the Forsaken, and you can only watch the fruits of hard work for more than half a year come to nothing.

Looking at these ordinary people who have been through hardships, Zhang Cheng suddenly felt that he was quite lucky. At least that parallel earth, which was both familiar and unfamiliar, didn't have to worry about a madman trying to conquer the world or destroy it every once in a while.

Just when he had some inexplicable feelings, Garrick appeared by the window with a black horse and greeted with a slightly excited tone: "Good morning, Mr. Mage, I'm so glad to see you are up. Knowing that what those undead hate the most is the morning sun, so they rarely come out during this time, which is the best time for us to set off.”

"What about breakfast? I haven't had breakfast yet." Zhang Cheng teased half-jokingly.

"Look, the pork pie made by Aunt Maggie, I've prepared it for you, you can eat it on the way." Garrick threw a leather pocket on the saddle over.

Zhang Cheng took it over and opened it, and found that it was stuffed with more than a dozen baked pasta the size of a palm of a grown man's hand, probably because it was just out of the oven. presented in front of you.

He didn't even think about it, he just took one bite and ate it clean in three or two. Then, while wiping the residue from the corner of his mouth, he asked without raising his head: "Where's old George? Yet?"

"You said that businessman? He got up much earlier than you, and arranged everything an hour ago. Look, he's waiting for us." After that, Garrick pointed to the gate of the town.

I saw Old George exhorting a coachman, with his lovely little daughter following him, UU reading www. uukanshu. com looked around curiously.

"Okay, then let's go to Dalaran now." Zhang Cheng took his belongings, pushed open the door, stepped on the stirrup and mounted the black horse.

Perhaps for many people living in modern society, riding has become a kind of entertainment that can only be enjoyed by the rich, but for him who lived on the prairie for a while as a child, it was like eating and drinking. Just as simple.

In the blink of an eye, he urged the horses to run to the gate.

The mayor of Burnside, who had been waiting for a long time, quickly took out a bulging envelope from his arms: "Mr. Mage, I have written down all the abnormal behaviors of the undead recently, please help transfer it to the Kirin Tor Council, I hope It can help to solve the magic plague."

"Don't worry, I swear that I will hand it over to the masters myself." Zhang Cheng promised without thinking.

In fact, he also needs such a thing to divert his attention, so as to achieve the purpose of disguising his true identity.

"Thank you very much, and finally please allow me to wish you a smooth journey." Mayor Burnside bent down and bowed deeply.

Zhang Cheng rode on his horse and nodded slightly in response, then took the lead through the city gate and ran at a constant speed in the northwest direction. Garrick, who was fully armed, followed closely. Old George and Jenny rode a horse and followed behind. , disappeared from the horizon after a while.

Looking at the dust rising in the distance, Secretary Heras Whitestead suddenly asked, "Burnside, my old friend, do you think that young mage can help us through this crisis?"

"Don't ask me, old friend, I don't know either. But I know that he is our only hope now..." The mayor sighed and muttered to himself in a low voice...