Casting spells

Its blade-like nails dug a big hole in the surface of the solid frost shield in the blink of an eye.

Fortunately, with the help of just a few seconds of effort, Zhang Cheng has already completed the spell in his hand.

I saw a super fireball that was many times larger than ordinary fireball directly hit the werewolf's furry face, making a loud noise.

boom!

"Ouch!!!!!!"

Accompanied by the screams, the werewolf had no choice but to give up the prey in front of him, scrambled and ran back more than ten meters, desperately shaking and patting the place where the flames were burning.

There is no doubt that this is not a fireball technique at all, but a Pyroblast technique that is known in the game as one shot into the soul and two shots to the sky.

Normally, this spell is the ultimate fireball spell that can only be obtained by investing eleven points in the fire talent, but he has already mastered it through self-study with the help of the notes given by Ansrem Luinvivor.

When the flames were gradually extinguished, a hideous and terrifying burn appeared on the part of the werewolf's face that was hit head-on.

To be exact, most of its face had been completely carbonized by the high temperature and explosion, leaving only black bones, and one of its eyes was also blind.

If it wasn't for the werewolf's stronger physical fitness and powerful recovery ability than ordinary humans, it might have been killed immediately.

Staring at the wild eyes of the other party, Zhang Cheng exclaimed in surprise: "Survived after receiving a Pyroblast? Unbelievable! But it doesn't matter, just use you to test my amplifier..."

The voice just fell!

The charming pocket watch on his waist suddenly released a crimson light!

Immediately afterwards, the magical spell echoed over the silent forest again.

This time, under the shroud of red light, the size of the fireball was much larger than last time, and it showed a dazzling golden color.

The werewolf seemed to realize the danger, and immediately turned around and ran deep into the woods.

But unfortunately, before he could run 20 meters, a huge golden fireball came out of his hand and hit it on the back.

boom!

The suffocating heat wave lifted this unlucky guy into the air on the spot, and then fell down with a bang. The aftermath alone burned all the flowers, plants and trees within a radius of five or six meters.

Smelling the pungent burnt smell in the air, Zhang Cheng touched the pocket watch hanging on his waist and nodded in satisfaction: "The power is amazing! The archmage is right! As an amplifier of elemental spells, it is The most valuable use of meteorites."

Just when he was about to get closer to inspect the werewolf corpse, a crisp sound of horseshoes suddenly came from the north.

About two or three minutes later, a cavalryman wearing the Violet Eye logo appeared at the end of the road.

There are not many of them, less than ten of them, most of them are wearing armor, and they must be warriors without asking. There is only one young man holding a staff, who seems to be a mage or apprentice of the Kirin Tor Council.

"Who are you? What happened here just now?" The leading soldier got off his horse and asked with a vigilant expression.

"I'm a mage from Dalaran, and I happened to meet a werewolf who wanted to attack me, that's all." Zhang Cheng took the initiative to show the ring that symbolized his identity.

"Werewolf?" The soldier subconsciously turned around and glanced at the charred corpse that was still steaming, and a very exciting expression quickly appeared on his face.

The young man holding the staff ran over immediately, carefully inspected the almost unrecognizable corpse, and finally stood up and shouted in a slightly trembling voice: "Yes... it is the son of Arugal! He killed the son of Arugal!"

"what?!!"

"This is impossible!"

"Blessed by the Holy Light! Old Columbine's soul can finally rest in peace!"

……

For a moment, everyone fell into unbelievable ecstasy.

The young man with the staff left the corpse, walked quickly to the front, touched his chest with one hand and bowed respectfully: "Thank you, master, you have removed a confidant for us. This monster was killed within half a month. We are six patrolling soldiers. My name is Bernice, and I am an apprentice stationed in Amber Mill, behind these are the guards sent by Dalaran to resist the expansion of the Forsaken."

"Amber Mill? I see..." Zhang Cheng had a thoughtful look in his eyes.

As we all know, in order to ensure the safety of Dalaran, Archmage Ansrem Luinvervor sent a part of the army to the town of Amber Mill in the south of Silverpine Forest as an outpost at the beginning of the reconstruction.

Although the number is small, it can be combined with more than 300 militias living in the local area, which is enough to resist small-scale invasions.

What's more, a lot of farmland around Amber Mill can still be cultivated, and the mines can still produce ore, providing Dalaran with a steady stream of supplies. There is no reason to give up.

"Your Excellency, this is not a place to talk. If you don't mind, can you go back to Amber Mill with us? We urgently need the help of a powerful mage like you." The leader of the warrior winked at Bernice, Actively invited.

"Okay, no problem, I just want to inquire about some news about Shadowfang Castle." Zhang Cheng agreed without thinking...

Chapter 296 Amber Mill

Amber Mill, a human town standing in the southeast of Silverpine Forest.

Before the undead disaster broke out, this place used to be one of the territories directly under the jurisdiction of the Magic Kingdom. The daily food, fruits, vegetables, and meat needed by mages were basically produced here.

Since Dalaran is basically not bad for money, it does not collect too much tax. The life of the local farmers is quite good. They don't have to worry about the exploitation of the nobles, nor the thieves and beasts, even under the protection of the mages. , and successfully escaped several orc wars, which is simply a matter of good luck.

But as the saying goes, no matter how good your luck is, it will run out.

When the plague and natural disaster broke out in the hinterland of the kingdom, the Silverpine Forest adjacent to the capital of Lordaeron was naturally not immune.

In just a few weeks, horrible ghouls, zombies, and skeletons swarmed in, sweeping across the entire northern area of ​​Silverpine Forest.

Fortunately, a team of patrolling militiamen discovered the army of undead that swept in early, and hurriedly notified the farmers scattered in the surrounding areas of the town to evacuate urgently, thus avoiding the end of the massacre.

But even so, there are still many old, weak, sick and disabled who have not had time to escape into the walls of Amber Mill.

There are now more than 2000 people living in this town, most of whom are young adults between the ages of 14 and 30, and due to the war, the proportion of female population is more than two-thirds, and there are many people on the city wall. The militiamen in armor were all young girls in their 20s.

Looking at the vigilant faces, Zhang Cheng quickly realized that the residents here might have been driven crazy by the werewolves wandering in the wild and the Forsaken who kept harassing them.

If it wasn't for the guards from Dalaran, they would have given up Silverpine Forest long ago and fled to the Hillsbrad Hills in the southeast. Although there are still strongholds of the Forsaken there, at least the sun is shining and the land Traces of erosion by the plague.

While Zhang Cheng was silently observing the current situation of Amber Mill, Bernice, the sorcerer's apprentice, rushed into a building that looked like a conference hall.

About three to five minutes later, he walked out with a man in his 5s with long black hair and a beard.

"Archmage?!" Zhang Cheng keenly noticed the violet ring on the opponent's hand, which symbolized his identity, and showed a surprised expression.

You must know that the archmages of the Kirin Tor Council are not weeds on the side of the road. Each of them has the knowledge and power to match their identities. Since the establishment of Dalaran, there have been no more than one hundred people who have been awarded the title of Archmage. Although they may not be comparable to the members of the Council of Six in terms of status, they are all elites who stand at the forefront of magic.

He didn't understand how Anslem Ruinvival would be willing to send an archmage to such a "backcountry" when Dalaran was in desperate need of success.

"Why, are you surprised, young man?" The unknown archmage teased with a smile.

"Shouldn't I be surprised?" Zhang Cheng spread his hands and asked back.

"Hahahaha! Well, I admit that it is quite surprising that I appeared in Amber Mill, but I believe you should be able to feel that this place is different from ordinary rural towns." After finishing speaking, the archmage raised his hand and gently Stir in the air twice.