Casting spells

Feeling the excitement sent back by the soul arrester after eating, he inserted it back into the sheath calmly, raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Snapped!

Whoops!

All the torches and braziers that had been extinguished in the tomb were lit up!

Taking advantage of the night watchman's stupefied effort, Varna Chenge suddenly leaned over and said in a low voice, "I can't see that you are actually good at swordsmanship. Sometimes I really doubt whether you are a human being after all."

"Oh? Why, do you suspect that I'm a giant dragon in the shape of a human?" Zhang Cheng pursed his lips and asked with a half-smile.

"Ha! Who knows..." The female elf blinked her eyes pretending to be playful, and decisively ended this somewhat dangerous topic.

She had a premonition that if she continued to ask the bottom line, she would be the one who suffered.

Zhang Cheng didn't try to explain anything, because he knew that it was only a matter of time before his performance aroused suspicion from others.

After all, human beings are not elves, and they don’t have a lifespan of hundreds or even thousands of years, especially since he is still so young, but he has already become a senior member of the Kirin Tor Council, an elite mage of Dalaran, and also masters techniques including alchemy and primary enchanting. And technology such as magic item making and improvement, and even a good swordsmanship.

Although more than half of this knowledge was forcibly instilled into the brain by parchment, and some were the results of research with the help of various external forces, only a very few of them were truly his own creations.

But others don't know this, they only know that Zhang Cheng has shown a terrifying talent far surpassing his peers in certain fields, and he doesn't look like a human being in the ordinary sense at all.

Of course, as a transcendent who is determined to acquire knowledge and power at all costs, Zhang Cheng doesn't care much about what others think, the only thing he needs to do is to keep an eye on those strong men who stand at the top of each world, and then go one by one. Transcend until freed from the grip of the parchment master.

After once again firming up his thoughts in his heart, he took a deep breath and stepped into the dangerous entrance of the underground tomb alone, completely ignoring the nervous shouts of the night watchmen.

The closer he was to the depths of the tomb, the more clearly he could feel that something in the innermost part was calling him. Perhaps this was the reason why the parchment scroll suddenly gave out tasks and rewards.

Walking along the dark and rancid passage, Zhang Cheng found that the sporadic undead along the way seemed to be driven by some mysterious power. Instead of attacking the living, they wandered around aimlessly. There will be no reaction at all.

Obviously, this situation is definitely not normal.

According to the description in the book, the undead have an innate hatred for the living. Unless they are restrained by a stronger force, the low-level undead cannot control themselves from attacking the living.

"Interesting, I didn't expect that besides the Lich King, there is another person in Azeroth who can control the dead..." Zhang Cheng muttered softly, while speeding up his pace, throwing the people behind him far away.

When he reached the end of the tomb, he saw a black sarcophagus. Unlike the ordinary coffins around, this coffin was extraordinarily large, almost ten times the size of ordinary pipes. It is engraved with densely packed arcane runes.

But for some unknown reason, some near the seal became blurred, and a strong breath of evil and death continued to spread out through the gap.

Out of curiosity, he gently put his hands on the coffin, and immediately felt countless cold voices echoing in his ears.

"The weak... obey my will..."

"Destroy the rune...open the coffin..."

"Let me go...I will give you great power and eternal life..."

These voices are like mental attacks, continuously impacting the brain, trying to affect Zhang Cheng's consciousness and judgment.

But unfortunately, he was unmoved at all, and instead passed his consciousness over and asked, "Who are you? Why are you buried here?"

"My name is O'Karei! I am a powerful orc warlock! A member of the Shadow Council! I was assassinated by Gul'dan! This damn liar asked me to lead the army to fight in the Alliance! But he himself went to Sa The Tomb of Glass is looking for the power of the Dark Titan! Let me go! Human! I swear to give you great power! True power!" The orc warlock who called himself O'Karei roared furiously.

"Oh? How do I know you're not lying to me?" Zhang Cheng asked in an interested tone.

"Cheat you? No! The great O'Karei never bothered to deceive a weak human mage! Come on, put your hand near the seal, I can give you some knowledge and power of a warlock first, then you will understand me powerful."

Hearing the bragging of this arrogant guy, Zhang Cheng had a playful smile on his face, and bent down to carefully examine the runes around the coffin, after confirming that the few fuzzy runes would not affect the overall sealing effect too much , and then put his hand on it.

O'Karei obviously felt the warmth that only belongs to the living, and laughed wildly: "Hahahaha! Close your eyes and feel my greatness! There is no power in this world that can compare to Warlock!"

The voice just fell!

A large amount of knowledge poured into Zhang Cheng's mind continuously through spiritual connection.

Shadow Bolt, Immolate, Summon Demon, Curse of Weakness, Corruption, Fear, Tap Life, Curse of Pain, Drain Soul, Create Lifestone, Life Channel, Curse of Recklessness, Demon's Breath, Searing Pain, Demon Armor, Rain of Fire , Eye of Kilrogg, Drain Mana, Detect Invisibility, Curse of Language, Banishment, Create Fire Stone, Curse of Elements, Curse of Shadow...

What's even more frightening is that apart from knowledge, there is also a terrifying evil energy that also enters the body and scurries around unscrupulously, completely out of control.

One of his eyes revealed a dark green color symbolizing fel energy and demons several times, which was very scary.

Chapter 321

Damn!

Was plotted against? !

Feeling the rampage of the magic energy in the body, Zhang Cheng finally understood the opponent's plan after destroying several magic circuits in a row.

This insidious orc warlock wanted to use fel energy to destroy his spellcasting power, and then use the experience of teaching the warlock as a threat to force himself to break the seal.

After all, most mages have an inexplicable attachment and desire for power. Once they lose their ability to cast spells, they will be eager to find a substitute, and this evil energy can just become a beacon that ignites the path of a warlock.

It has to be said that O'Karei successfully took advantage of Zhang Cheng's greed for power and knowledge, but underestimated his decisiveness.

Without any hesitation!

In order to restrain the evil energy from destroying the magic circuit, Zhang Cheng took the initiative to cut off the circuit on the left half of his body used to cast fire magic, and then began to rebuild the circuit needed to cast a warlock based on the knowledge infused into his brain just now.

I don't know how long it took, maybe a few minutes, maybe a few hours...

In short, when he finally converted the invading evil energy into a part of his own power, his whole body was soaked in sweat, his left eye shot out a frightening green light, and the palm pressed against the sarcophagus was almost Transformed into a claw covered in purple scales.

There is no doubt that by now he is a warlock who can summon demons, cast all kinds of curses and shadow magic.

Especially the semi-demonic arm, many senior warlocks may not be able to do it.

You must know that the power of a warlock comes entirely from the Burning Legion, so demonization means more powerful strength, resilience, magic resistance, and control over fel energy and shadows.

It is said that some warlocks can even completely demonize their bodies without losing their minds like Illidan, and can turn an army into ashes with a single gesture.

But Zhang Cheng became like this, all thanks to the orc in the coffin, his heart was full of anger and killing intent, as a price, he would never be able to cast any fire magic in the way of an Azeroth mage in the future up!

Pyroblast!

Shockwave!

Flame shock!

Fireball!

Firestorm!

Burn!

Although in order to better protect himself, he chose the talent of frost, but he still has a soft spot for the destructive fire spell in his bones.