Casting spells

"You want to know? Then try to survive this experiment! Only those who survive to the end can see the end. Oh, by the way, a reminder, don't think that you are invincible among these ordinary people. In order to make this The field experiment is more interesting, I specially added some interesting gadgets, please experience it well, I wish you a happy time.”

After all, Zhang Cheng didn't care about the other party's reaction, and directly crushed the teleportation rune in his hand, and disappeared into the air together with Kuro Kerba in the blink of an eye.

Eric was just trying to stop the teleportation process when he was suddenly pulled from midair to the ground by an invisible force.

Before he could react to what happened, a colossal creature made up of dead bodies rushed forward, opening its bloody mouth to swallow him alive.

"Damn it! What kind of monster is this?" He cursed in horror, while tearing up the corpse exuding a strong bloody smell and escaped.

Of course, this is not what scares him the most. What scares him the most is that the soldiers on both sides of the enemy and us completely ignore the monsters that are close at hand, and are still immersed in the crazy killing and cannot extricate themselves.

As the number of deaths continues to rise, the number of similar terrifying creatures is still rising rapidly. Every 100 meters or so, one or two corpses of different sizes can be seen.

Some of them have devoured an unknown number of corpses, almost as big as a ship in the port, exuding a strong breath of death from top to bottom, and even some corpses have been completely fused together to form a head, torso, and limbs.

Eric simply didn't know how to describe what happened in front of him. If there is such a place as purgatory in the world, then the old town at this moment is undoubtedly the most suitable.

No reason!

No thinking!

There is no imaginary conquest!

Some are just crazy killing and death!

In order to survive, he had to do his best to fight these endless unknown monsters, and he would be swallowed if he was not careful.

Only now did he understand what the so-called "proving ground" really meant...

At the same time, Zhang Cheng, who returned to the towering tower, was condescendingly watching everything that happened outside, and ordered without looking back: "Go and let the little guy in the basement out, he will definitely like the food I prepared for him very much." Feast."

"As you wish, Master." With a cruel smile on her face, Moroya bowed with one hand on her chest, then turned and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

About ten minutes later, a silver-gray young dragon quietly left the tower and began to hunt the monsters made up of corpses one by one. Before eating and devouring the souls in the corpses, its size would swell several times. Coupled with the ubiquitous death energy, in just half an hour or so, it was not satisfied with human souls, and turned to attack its own kind.

Chapter 243 Derry

Although it has not evolved the ability to think independently, this newborn dragon of death is like a beast, possessing amazing intuition and insight.

It cleverly avoided Eric, who was the most threatening to him, and specifically targeted the heaviest injured young dragons, and specifically attacked the deadly parts, and would never give the opponent any chance to fight back.

In just ten, twenty, ten minutes, it successfully hunted down three dragons that were much larger than itself, and successfully devoured their souls.

Through the vague influence transmitted back from the flowing water curtain in the center of the towering tower, Zhang Cheng found that this little guy seemed to be getting smarter and stronger, especially the cold light flickering in his eyes revealed a trace of cruelty and cunning.

Undoubtedly, it enjoyed the process of killing and devouring very much, and even more enjoyed the strong breath of death that shrouded the entire Old Town, as well as the remaining pain and despair in a large number of souls.

As a creator, Zhang Cheng can vaguely feel that the natural disaster stone connected to the spiritual world of the death dragon in his hand is constantly conveying emotions of excitement and joy to himself.

Just when he was about to let this dangerous little guy test Eric, Moroya broke in suddenly, and shouted in panic: "Master! It's not good, master! Someone is stealing the storage at the bottom of the tower. The energy! According to the current rate of loss, we will not be able to maintain a large-scale group charm for an hour at most."

"Huh? What's going on? Didn't I ask you to drive everyone out of the tower?" Zhang Cheng turned around and asked with a frown.

In fact, in order to ensure that the plan would not be disturbed by external factors, he had driven all the servants and guards outside several days ago, leaving only Moroya to help, and even completely blocked the entrance.

In this case, there is no other way to get in other than going through the top of the tower guarded by Kuro Kerba.

He really couldn't think of anyone who could quietly sneak into the bottom of the tower and steal the energy stored for thousands of years without disturbing the dragon.

"Sorry, master, I don't know. That guy sealed the only entrance, and my ability is not enough to break it." Moroya lowered her head and explained with a trembling voice.

"Interesting! Let's see who has the guts to steal what belongs to me..." Zhang Cheng leaned on the flint staff and walked along the spiral staircase towards the lowest floor of the tower.

About six or seven minutes later, he saw the so-called "obstacle" in the dark passage.

It was a group of black shadows that cannot be described in words, like a cloud of ink spilled on the huge drawing board of the air, anyone who approached would instantly lose their perception of space and time, and in the next second they would find themselves in the same place again. Backtracked the same way.

"Shadow magic? No, no, it's not pure shadow magic, it's mixed with some other things. But it doesn't bother me." After speaking, Zhang Cheng took out a small bottle of dragon's blood and began to cast spells.

Amidst the low and jerky sound of incantations, the dragon's blood in the bottle boiled rapidly, turning into something like a red mist, pouring into the shadows.

In the blink of an eye, a dazzling red light erupted from the inside of the shadow, and then it seemed to be burning, emitting light and heat to the surroundings.

Waiting for the light and heat to dissipate, the shadow blocking the middle of the passage has disappeared, leaving only a strange pungent smell.

"Master, this... this is?!" Moroya stared at the unknown substance remaining in the air that was continuously decomposing and dissipating, with unconcealable horror in her eyes.

"Don't talk, follow up." Zhang Cheng ignored the servant's nervous reaction and continued to walk forward.

As he got closer to the place where the energy was stored, the more he could feel that this "thief" was definitely a spellcaster on par with himself.

Because of stealing such a huge amount of energy, there is not even a little bit of overflow, which fully shows that the opponent's magic control is very high, and people with high magic control will naturally not be too weak.

With strong expectations, the two finally saw a familiar yet unfamiliar figure around the corner...

"Derry?!! How could it be you!" Moroya yelled out with her eyes wide open.

I can't blame her for losing her composure, but the butler's attire at the moment is really unacceptable.

I saw Derry wearing a velvet robe embroidered with golden silk thread, wearing a pair of boots made of dragon skin, and holding a hardwood staff inlaid with dragon crystals in his right hand. It was a cold and mocking smile.

Compared with the assistant's violent reaction, Zhang Cheng was much calmer. Instead of getting angry, he tentatively asked with a smile on his face: "My dear Mr. Manager, don't you want to explain?"

"Explain? Why should I explain?" Derry deliberately pretended to be indifferent.

But in fact, as long as he can see from the subconscious alert movement of his left hand, he is still very nervous.

After all, anyone with a little bit of magic knowledge knows that the most taboo thing to do during a magic ceremony is to be interrupted, especially a magic ceremony like this that extracts huge energy.

"Hehe, is this enough?" Zhang Cheng slowly took out the last bottle of well water shining with violet light from his pocket and threatened.

Although in the eyes of many people, this liquid rich in arcane energy is just a consumable used by mages to supplement their own magic power, but few people know that it is also an extremely dangerous lead.

As we all know, the origin of magic in the world of Azeroth comes from the Well of Eternity. Before the outbreak of the War of the Ancients, the level of magic in the entire world was far from being as popular as it was later, until the Well of Eternity exploded, causing countless wells to be scattered. Every corner opened the next prosperous era of magic.

As a price, the former hometown of the night elves, the place where the Well of Eternity exploded, left an unprecedented scar—the Maelstrom.

Whether it is the Sunwell created by the high elves, or the half-body guardian created by the Tirisfal Council, they are essentially the beneficiaries of the explosion of the Well of Eternity.

This also means that the small energy source that Zhang Cheng made out of the sun well water is far from being safe.

These violet liquids actually contain many uncertain factors, and whenever they are mixed with other energies, they often explode with unimaginable power.

He can guarantee that once this bottle of well water is thrown into the energy storage device not far ahead, the entire towering tower, or even the entire old town, might be blown up alive.

Derry is obviously not an idiot who doesn't know anything. He keenly sensed the pure energy contained in the bottle, his face became serious on the spot, and he narrowed his eyes as if hesitating.

After a full minute, he forced a smile and saluted with one hand on his chest: "I'm sorry, I apologize for my rudeness. Let's get to know each other again. My name is Delhi Marsa, and I come from the land of shadows." Yasha..."