Spellcasting Heavens

Undoubtedly, the female undead mage who went with her has never put Zhang Cheng in her eyes from beginning to end, and has always held a mentality similar to that of a cat playing a mouse.

It is estimated that in her eyes, it is definitely an easy thing to deal with a young mage who is much weaker than her own, so she wants to add a little more fun and get some kind of spiritual satisfaction by teasing and torturing the enemy.

But unfortunately, she made a mistake, a fatal mistake.

Zhang Cheng is not a native of Azeroth, so his way of thinking is not like the "normal" mage, obsessed with using various spells to defeat his opponents to prove that his skills are more superb.

His purpose is only one, and that is to kill the enemy. Whether it is spells or swords, it is just a means. There is no need to worry about anything. Whichever is faster and more efficient, use whichever one is faster.

As for the so-called dignity of the so-called mage mentioned in many books, he doesn't care at all.

Because dignity is always reserved for those who survive, to be precise, for those who win the final victory, the losers will always get only humiliation and death...

He simply wiped the wound on his forehead that was smashed by the gravel. Zhang Cheng bent down and picked up the staff that originally belonged to the Necromancer. He instantly felt a scorching energy flowing through his arm, as if he was surrounded by flames. middle.

"No wonder the shock wave just now can kill a strong horse in an instant. It turns out that this is a staff that can enhance the power of fire spells." He muttered softly, while inserting the staff into the backpack behind him, cautiously walking towards the station The death steed, motionless in place, approached.

Since his mount has returned to the west, he now has to pay attention to the enemy mount.

You must know that although the huge magical shield shrouded in the ruins of Dalaran can already be seen on the horizon, there are actually at least several kilometers away.

What's more, Zhang Cheng's current physical condition is not very good. Blood is oozing from all the wounds, big and small. Although most of them are skin injuries, the slightest movement will cause pain in the heart. He urgently needs to rush to a safe place for cleaning and dressing. , otherwise the infection will be troublesome.

With the mentality of giving it a try, he limped to the side of the death warhorse and reached out to grab the reins.

But before he could catch it, the bone horse radiating shadow energy suddenly turned around, raised its front hooves and stomped it down.

"Damn it! I knew it wasn't that simple!" Zhang Cheng cursed through gritted teeth, and quickly turned sideways to barely escape the horse's hoofs.

Just as he was about to make his second attempt, he suddenly heard a hearty laugh behind him: "Hahahaha! Young man, if I were you, I wouldn't try to approach a death horse. You know that Thing, except for the undead, its race cannot be controlled at all, so you should give it up."

"Who are you?" Zhang Cheng turned around vigilantly and looked up and down the old man who appeared out of nowhere.

I saw him with thick tan hair and beard. He was probably over fifty years old, but his face did not seem to have many wrinkles. He was wearing a violet robe with golden lace, and in his hand was carrying a spinning Crystal Staff.

Judging from the clothes, 80% is a Kirin Tor council mage.

"Relax, child, my name is Ansrem Luinweiver, one of the members of the Council of Six, and the current administrator of Dalaran." The old man introduced himself with a slight smile.

Although this self-introduction is very brief, the content contained in it is not simple at all.

According to the basic structure of the Kirin Tor organization, the most powerful ones are undoubtedly the six archmages known to the outside world as the Council of Six, including Antonidas killed by Arthas, and the blood elf prince Kael'thas Sunstrider. The man, the red dragon Krasus, and the famous Ronin were all one of them.

In the near future, the blue dragon Kalecgos and Jaina Proudmoore will also join in one after another.

That is to say, anyone who can enter the Council of Six must have unparalleled magical power, and it can even be said that they alone are worth an army.

Zhang Cheng couldn't believe that such a big man would leave the protection of the protective shield and appear in front of him.

The Archmage no doubt noticed his surprise, smiled and shrugged his shoulders: "Why, do you think that an old guy like me should stay in the tower all day long and rot with those books that are about to go mouldy? No? , young man, I prefer to go outside more often than the dark mage tower. Tell me, how did you provoke those undead who call themselves the Forsaken? Let them send an elite team to hunt you down?"

"You probably won't believe it, but I stumbled across that they were working on a new plague, and using the human farms in Hillsbrad Foothills as a testing ground for the new plague. Here, I have some samples, and There is a letter for help from the mayor of Burnside." With that, Zhang Cheng quickly opened his backpack, took out the things he had prepared, and offered them with both hands.

"A new plague?" Ansrem Ruinweiwoer frowned subconsciously when he heard the news. He first opened the letter and roughly read the contents on one side, followed by pulling out a glass test tube, and performed several tests in a row. Detecting spells, he finally roared with a livid face: "Bastard! Are these guys crazy? How dare you study this evil taboo!"

"The taboo of evil?" Zhang Cheng keenly grasped the key words.

"Yes! The specific explanation is too complicated, you just need to know that this new plague is still in the experimental stage, but its final version is to kill everything, including animals, plants, elemental life, and even Even the undead are no exception." Ansrem Luinweiver explained with clenched fists.

At the prompt of the Archmage, Zhang Cheng suddenly remembered that in the Wrath of the Lich King expansion, the Forsaken seemed to have cast a magical plague that killed thousands of natural disasters in one go.

Of course, some of the friendly troops who were "accidentally wounded" were also included.

Obviously, what he is holding now is an early version of this plague.

When he thought of running so far with a deadly bag on his back, he broke into a cold sweat and quickly took out the leather bag containing the test tube and carefully placed it on the ground.

Staring at the dark green gas-liquid mixture in the test tube, Ansrem Ruinwevor sighed helplessly: "Oh, give it to me, I'll see if I can decipher the ingredients, and develop an antidote by the way. Oh, I almost forgot, the three of you who are with you are safe now, except that the youth who was hit by the cursed arrow may take some time to recover, and the rest are fine."

"Have they escaped safely to Dalaran's warning range?" Zhang Cheng's eyes were slightly moved, and a hint of joy appeared.

Old George's safe arrival in Dalaran means that the businessman's ambitious mission has been completed, and he will soon have a staff that suits him.

The Archmage shook his head gently: "No, no, the patrol found them. Come, grab my arm, and I'll take you back to Dalaran now."

"Anyway, I'm relieved to hear that they are safe." After that, Zhang Cheng grabbed the other's left arm.

Just as the fingers touched the clothes, the bodies of the two suddenly began to twist, as if they were forcibly squashed by an invisible force, and they were stuffed into a narrow passage...