Casting spells

"Sounds very interesting. I want to visit this queen. What do you think?" Zhang Cheng touched his chin with great interest, then turned to ask the other people in the car.

Urban Best shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "You are the lord, so everything is up to you. By the way, we don't understand what you said to that little brat at all."

"Don't worry, I will tell you slowly after I figure out what's going on in this world. The most important thing right now is information. Only when we have enough information can we make a correct judgment. As for those who don't even have a brain Kill those idiots, I guarantee they will die very quickly." After finishing speaking, Zhang Cheng raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

moment!

The soaring fel flames engulfed all the surviving elves, including Roluke, without giving them a chance to resist or escape.

As a lunatic who personally planned the deaths of hundreds of thousands of people, he would not be so stupid as to let go of a group of intelligent beings who had genocide with him, let alone risk exposing his whereabouts.

The ghost knows how many dangerous things there are in this world, so for the sake of safety, killing people and silence is the best choice.

As for things like conscience and human nature, let’s leave it to the bitches of the Holy Mother. Now he just wants to survive by any means, surpass one goal after another, and finally figure out who is hiding behind the parchment to manipulate him.

As described in the poem, despicability is the passport of the despicable, and nobility is the epitaph of the noble.

Zhang Cheng would rather make himself a despicable person with a pass than be engraved with a noble epitaph after death.

After all, although the latter is engraved on the tombstone to praise the dead, it is actually for the living to read. For the dead, no matter how gorgeous the rhetoric or how brilliant the achievements are, it has no meaning at all.

Only those who survive are qualified to reverse the defeat and change their own future destiny...

With all the forest goblins dead, the group probably collected the "toothpick" swords that fell on the ground, and soon drove towards the direction Luke had indicated before he died.

Along the way, they met many bizarre life forms, such as a giant mushroom man more than three meters high, a sunflower with rich expressions like a human face, and a black plush ball that likes to tell black jokes.

In short, every time one of them is killed, Zhang Cheng will get some corresponding colors. Over time, colorful and bright colors have appeared on the back of his right hand, and it only takes one thought to resonate with the magical energy permeating the surrounding air .

Feeling the fusion of these strange colors, gradually producing a force that can affect the space, he suddenly thought that if he wanted to capture the Fragmented World, he should try his best to capture more colors, only in this way can he sense the hidden things the core of the place.

You must know that every fragmented world has a thing called a core, and only by controlling it can it carry out limited environmental transformation, and some cores that have accumulated enough power can even create fresh life and endow it with a soul.

This is something that even heaven and hell require extremely harsh prerequisites to do!

Just as Zhang Cheng was exploring the essence of "color" with half-closed eyes, a huge fortress completely covered in flames suddenly rose on the horizon ahead.

Unlike ordinary fortresses built of stone, this fortress is made of hot magma from the beginning to the end, and the flowing red liquid can be clearly seen even thousands of meters away.

What is confusing is what kind of force keeps these high-temperature liquid rocks in a stable shape.

Surrounded by flames, a beautiful woman wearing a fiery red backless dress and holding a huge ruby ​​staff inlaid is sitting in a high tower, surrounded by countless fire elements. The creature danced happily ever after.

Coupled with a hair and eyes that burn like flames, it is no wonder that she is called the Queen of Fire.

Out of caution, Zhang Cheng quickly motioned for the car to stop, then turned his head and said to Jesse, "Let the evil spirit in your box explore the way! I suddenly have a bad feeling."

"Understood!" Jessie didn't try to shirk, and immediately patted the suitcase exuding a strong smell of death.

In the blink of an eye, a cloud of black mist rose into the sky and drifted straight towards the direction of the castle.

Through the thick black fog, everyone could vaguely see a pale, distorted female face full of evil and hatred.

No need to ask, this must be a woman who died tragically for some reason. In order to get revenge, she voluntarily fused her soul with magical energy and resisted the forced call of death.

It can be said that in the world of ordinary people, an evil spirit like it is almost equal to invincibility. Those half-baked exorcists or demon hunters cannot compete with it at all, and they will be tortured madly in a short time...

Chapter 391 The Flame Queen

Flying thousands of meters is just a blink of an eye for the evil spirit, but the moment its evil body entered the sky above the castle, the flame queen sitting in the tower suddenly raised her head, waiting for the two Burning eyes.

next second...

boom!

The terrifying high-temperature fire column soared into the sky, directly piercing through the black mist that the evil spirit used to cover up its own existence.

"what!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Harsh screams immediately echoed over the castle.

You must know that this is not an ordinary scream, but a sonic attack composed of death energy. If the evil spirit is strong enough, this kind of scream alone is enough to make ordinary people die suddenly on the spot, and it can also make several people die suddenly if they are not strong enough. The strong man fell into a deep coma.

But it's a pity that, apart from causing the disappearance of a few tiny flame lives, this cry didn't affect the flame queen at all.

I saw this beautiful woman, who was suspected of being an elemental life, raised her staff and waved it lightly. One of the towers in the castle quickly came to life and turned into a giant flowing with hot magma. She slapped her hand the size of a house, bang With a loud sound, the evil spirits hidden in the thick black fog were dispersed.

After all this was done, it quickly returned to its original state. If it weren't for the weird burnt smell from the suitcase, everyone would think it was an illusion.

"Damn it! Randall was severely injured! I'm afraid he won't be able to recover in a few months!" Jesse Livermore, who was the first to recover from the shock, cursed in a low voice while holding the box and gnashing his teeth.

Especially the opponent's ability to easily control the flames is simply the natural enemy of her kind of undead ruler.

"My lord, if you don't mind, I'd like to try it." The battle madman Urban Best pulled out the Spellbreaker and subconsciously licked his lips.

"No! I should be allowed to go! Don't forget, I am immune to fire damage. And that woman is amazing, she is a worthy target." Not to be outdone, Bram Chalice clenched his fists, his eyes shot out Intense excitement and anticipation.

Seeing his subordinates eager to try, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but smiled and waved his hands to refuse: "No, it's not the time for us to do it yet. Don't you realize that some guys can't stand it anymore?"

The voice just fell!

A flashing blue arrow made a swishing sound, piercing the flame queen's chest with precision, and the magic attached to the arrow began to release biting frost.

In less than a minute, half of her body was completely frozen!

"Success! Come on! Go kill her! Take her color!" A man in camouflage uniform jumped from the top of a huge mushroom and shouted at his companions hiding nearby.

He was holding a longbow engraved with the Ogham letters used by the ancient Celts. It looked like an antique from nowhere, but the magical power contained in it had not weakened in the slightest.

After all, the ancient Celts who followed the druids actually possessed a lot of incredible magical power. It was precisely by virtue of the power of magic that they defeated the invasion of the Roman Empire many times, especially various wooden longbows, even if Buried in the ground for thousands of years will not decay.

"Hahahaha! Well done! Vincent!" The body of another man dressed as an Indian swelled rapidly, and eventually turned into a half-human half-jaguar form.

He is undoubtedly descended from the jaguar warriors of the Aztec Native American civilization.

Using a series of intricate rituals, the Aztecs infused the spirit of the jaguar into their mightiest warriors, giving them strength, speed, hearing, smell and perception beyond the limits of man.

At the beginning, with the help of the jaguar warriors, they defeated one enemy after another, and finally made all the surrounding tribes surrender under their feet.

But unfortunately, with the invasion of European magical forces, the Aztec civilization finally went to extinction, and only a very small number of traitors survived and passed on this rare power to future generations.

Generally speaking, a jaguar warrior who has undergone rigorous training can easily defeat a dozen ordinary werewolves, and some who have exerted their strength to the extreme can even compete with werewolf nobles.

Unfortunately, just as the jaguar warrior jumped over the hot magma wall, he was hit by a huge fireball falling from the sky, and he screamed in pain. The kung fu was completely burned into a lump of black unknown substance.

At the same time, the Flame Queen, who was frozen by the magic arrow, was reborn like a phoenix.

At this moment, her original human female appearance completely disappeared, replaced by red scales all over her body, and a huge red crystal staring at her head.