Casting spells

At this moment, there are not many living beings in the whole Old Town, whether people or domestic animals, more than half of them have turned into monsters made up of various corpses, and the rest of the corpses are scattered in every corner of the city. The largest port city in Westeros has now become a place of death.

These corpse monsters of different sizes are in groups, patrolling the streets and alleys non-stop. Once they find traces of living people, they will immediately rush to kill them and become part of their own bodies.

Unfortunately, Eric in half-dragon form was the only unit that could barely continue fighting, so he naturally became the target of all corpse monsters.

There are not many intact parts of his body, the entire right arm has long disappeared, and the legs are densely covered with terrible black wounds. Even the hard dragon scales cannot defend against the attack of death energy, and some parts have begun to rot. smell.

What's even more frightening is that the death dragon is hidden behind piles of huge corpse monsters, jumping out from time to time to launch sneak attacks, each time causing objective damage.

If this continues, at most ten minutes or so, even if he is not killed, he will be exhausted to death.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Cheng finally showed a cruel smile, and said in a voice that only he could hear: "Very good! It's time to start the final step of the experiment. You must know that it is not the first time for every necromancer to conduct experiments. Sometimes, there are so many test items and such a large venue. Let me see how powerful this thing is."

After speaking, he threw a small bottle of dark green liquid down from the height.

After a few seconds of free fall, the bottle smashed on a step with a bang, and the dark green liquid quickly flowed into an incomplete corpse along the height difference.

In the blink of an eye!

The corpse twitched several times, then stood up unsteadily. At the same time, it released dark green mist from the inside and outside.

Every corpse touched by the mist also started to stand up, and after about three to five minutes, an army of irrational corpses appeared in the middle of the street...

Chapter 249 Proving Ground

"This is the new magic plague researched by the Royal Apothecary Association of the Forsaken? It doesn't seem to be effective..." Zhang Cheng frowned when he saw more and more corpses in the city being awakened.

The reason is simple. Although the green smoke spreads very fast through the air, covering the entire pier in the blink of an eye, most of them are slow-moving corpses, and only a few have successfully evolved into agile ghouls. Maybe the quantity is scary, but the quality is really not that good.

Not to mention being used to deal with the Scourge Legion, it is not enough to deal with the Alliance. Whether it is a mage with arcane power, a priest or a paladin who uses holy energy, they can easily kill these low-level undead in pieces.

Just when he was a little disappointed with the power of the magic plague, the initially infected corpse suddenly mutated.

I saw a huge and ugly tumor that looked like a mouth growing out of the bloody chest of the corpse. Once the tumor formed, it began to devour the surrounding low-level undead. In just a few minutes, it changed from an ordinary zombie to a zombie. A stitched abomination reaching a height of three meters.

Although this improvised abomination is far less sturdy and resistant to beatings than the real abomination, and there are even bloody intestines hanging in some places, but it is no longer something that ordinary people can deal with.

Of course, this is not the most frightening thing. The most frightening thing is that some other living corpses have undergone similar mutations. In less than 10 minutes, thirty or forty suture abominations appeared in the undead army.

Unlike the stitched abominations produced through normal alchemy and undead magic, they have no sense at all, and they will not obey anyone's orders. There is only one thought in their minds, and that is to kill every living life around them.

In fact, not only these abominations, but also the awakened zombies and ghouls, ran wildly through every street, rushed into the houses and dragged out the civilians hiding in the houses or basements to brutally kill and eat them.

Without the large-scale group charm of the towering tower, the survivors finally regained their sobriety, staring at the purgatory-like scene in front of them with wide eyes in disbelief.

Whether it was an ordinary person or a soldier who was lucky enough not to die in battle, he couldn't help but hold his breath at this moment.

Even in their dreams, they could never have imagined that one day they would be surrounded by thousands of undead.Moreover, these monsters were relatives, friends, or enemies who were fighting each other one second, but in the next second they had turned into another evil form of life—the undead.

Affected by fear and despair, everyone forgot to escape and resist, and stood there foolishly, allowing ghouls and zombies to rush up and kill them. There was no expression of pain or fear on their faces before they died. The kind of expression, on the contrary, left a sense of relief.

Hearing the screams coming from the city became less and less and weaker, Zhang Cheng realized that the whole old town might have completely turned into a city of death.

Especially the hundreds of thousands of dead souls wandering in the air, abruptly causing the ambient temperature to drop rapidly, and in some extreme places, a white layer of ice condensed.

With so much soul and death energy, it is estimated that only when Arthas was still a prince ordered the massacre of the entire Stratholme to be comparable to it.

As a magic sword that devours souls to maintain its own strength, the soul arrester undoubtedly felt the ubiquitous temptation, and asked in a low voice: "What do you want to do? Are so many delicious souls prepared for me? Bar?"

"No, of course not, I intend to create a loyal servant for myself, an executioner who controls the energy of death..." Zhang Cheng replied meaningfully.

"Oh? You mean...to make a death knight?!" Demon Sword revealed undisguised surprise in his tone.

After all, a high-level creature like a death knight cannot be created casually. It not only needs a perfect and suitable object, but also requires extremely complicated and cruel magic rituals, both of which are indispensable.

Zhang Cheng smiled and nodded: "That's right! But to correct one thing, what I want is not a simple death knight, but a death dragon knight. Have you noticed the scarred half-dragon man below? The blood of the dragon. I am going to fuse him with the death dragon to form a symbiotic relationship of souls. In this way, when I summon the dragon, I can also summon him. How about , I have a good idea."

"It's really interesting! I'm surprised that you've already started to exploit the loopholes in some of the rules of the game. But please be careful, magic, especially undead magic, is always full of all kinds of unpredictable accidents and danger. I believe that with your intelligence, it should not be difficult to understand how terrible the consequences will be if hundreds of thousands of innocent souls get out of control." Demon Sword reminded calmly.

"Don't worry, as long as you have this, they won't be able to get out of my control." After that, Zhang Cheng took out the natural disaster stone exuding a cold aura from his pocket, and at the same time issued an attack to the death dragon lurking in the dark Order.

This big guy, which has grown to nearly eight meters, rushed out of the shadowed place at a speed that was almost indistinguishable to the naked eye, waving its sharp claws and grabbing the enemy's back wings violently, tearing it off forcefully.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

Eric, who was severely injured, couldn't help kneeling on one knee, screaming in pain, and blood spewed out along the broken wing.

Two corpse monsters, three stitched abominations, and a dozen ghouls seized the opportunity to swarm up, knocking him to the ground on the spot, biting and slapping him immediately.

Although the hard dragon scales have extremely high defensive capabilities, they are not invulnerable anyway. After a while, there were more than a dozen deep wounds on the body, and what was even more terrible was that the right hand holding the weapon seemed to be used by the abomination. The heavy beams were broken, and there was no strength at all.

Noticing that the most important experimental product seemed to have lost most of its combat power, Zhang Cheng raised his mouth slightly, and muttered to himself in a voice only he could hear: "The time is ripe! It's time for the final part! Please! Hold on, cute little white mouse, if you die, all my efforts will be in vain..."

The voice just fell!

He raised his left hand holding the flint staff and began to chant jerky spells loudly. Along with the chant, a line hidden in the middle of the main road suddenly began to emit a strange green light, followed by the second and third lines. It started to light up.

In less than three to five minutes, a huge magic circle covering the entire Old Town finally emerged.

2 Fifty Chapters Beyond

Except for Zhang Cheng, the planner and executor, no one would be aware of the weird pattern that suddenly appeared in the middle of the city street not long ago, let alone understand that this is the deadly twisted rope hanging around their necks.

In fact, in order to complete this evil and complicated ceremony, he had already started secret preparations more than a month ago, asking Moroya to lead people to draw a large number of magic runes in every corner of the old town, and these people would die He didn't even know that he dug the grave for himself with his own hands.

Now, through the guidance of the spell, the originally inconspicuous runes began to work one by one. When they were connected together, the land within a few kilometers began to rot, showing a gray and sickly appearance. At the same time, the plants also Gradually distorted by the ubiquitous death energy.

If the previous crazy killings destroyed civilization, what happened now is a death sentence for this land.

There is no way to reverse the destruction of the earth by fel and death energies, not even the druids, the so-called guardians of nature.

Once a piece of land is infiltrated by one of these two energies, it will fall into eternal pain. Whether it is the land itself or the animals and plants living on this land, it will slowly become more and more painful. More and more violent, more and more evil.

Of course, as a person who commits such a terrorist act, he can obtain huge rewards that ordinary people cannot imagine from the eroded land.

For example, right now, Zhang Cheng can feel the endless death energy starting to gather around his body, so dense that even with the naked eye, he can still clearly see the continuously flowing black fog.

Switching to a necromancer or a warlock, as long as they absorb these energies, they can greatly increase their energy storage limit and magic affinity [-]%, and become a powerful spellcaster who is feared by others.

But as the saying goes, what you get, you have to pay for it.

If he absorbed a huge amount of death energy, he might never be able to use arcane, frost, and fire spells in his life, and he would only be accompanied by death, shadow, and evil energy.

As a power seeker, he couldn't bear such a huge defect at all, so instead of choosing to absorb it, he poured all the death energy into the struggling Eric's body.

"Ahhhhhh!!!!!!!!! No! No! No! Let go of me! You bloody lunatic!" Eric noticed that a cold breath began to enter along the wound After reaching his body, he immediately yelled like crazy.

You must know that this is an evil gift from the polluted land with a radius of tens of kilometers, far beyond what a mere half-dragon can bear.