Casting spells

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The low-level demons couldn't resist the power of this doomsday-like magic at all, and suffered heavy casualties in the blink of an eye. Even the magic mechs standing on the city wall could not escape, and all of them were turned into a pile of scrap iron under the lightning storm.

Shock!

trembling!

fear!

Whether it was the evil orcs and blood elves on the edge of the depths, or the demons in the center of the storm, they all raised their heads at the same time, staring at the falling lightning, and even forgot to turn around and run away.

When the thunderous roar of the clouds in the sky gradually stopped, less than one-tenth of the [-] troops who left the protection of the city wall first were left.

"Wonderful spellcasting! Even more powerful than I imagined! I don't understand why a spellcaster like you is so unknown?" Illidan asked slightly puzzled.

"It's very simple! I have never pursued the so-called fame! I don't care about wealth and status in the eyes of ordinary people. The only thing that interests me is knowledge and technology. Whether it is the Alliance or the Horde, as long as it can provide me with something that interests me, I don't mind serving him, just like I am serving you now." Zhang Cheng gave the answer with a smile on his face.

"Ah! I see! You are similar to me when I was young! Thirst for knowledge and power! It doesn't matter, I can satisfy you, as long as you guarantee that the previous prophecies can be fulfilled one by one. In addition, you just passed the test, From now on, I will slowly give you a certain amount of trust. But please remember, if one day I find out that you have betrayed me, the consequences will be very serious." Illidan warned meaningfully.

"Don't worry! I'm not Kael'thas Sunstrider. In fact, I've learned a lot about fel energy by devouring the souls of eredar demons. True, it's a powerful force, but But it can only be used for destruction, and it seriously lacks the creativity and plasticity of arcane energy, so it is not the most ideal tool for spellcasters."

"Oh? You can actually realize this! I have to say it's a bit ironic! As a descendant of the Highborne who has lived for thousands of years, my knowledge of magical energy is not as good as that of a human being. Tell me your name, young man People, maybe we can have some more in-depth exchanges, between mages and mages."

"My name is Zhang Cheng! It is my honor to communicate with a master like you."

Chapter 623 Weaknesses

While the two were talking, the bloodthirsty and irritable evil orcs had already occupied the city gate and began to fight with the demons along the streets and alleys.

The blood elf demon hunters even maximized their specialties, constantly harvesting the lives of low-level demons, absorbing the evil energy and soul in the opponent's body to strengthen themselves.

Demon hunters grow stronger with each demon they kill, and their fel tattoos glow so bright green that many demons can't help but tremble when they see them.

As Illidan has always emphasized, the demon hunter has been the nightmare of all Burning Legion demons from the moment of birth.

Without demons, there would be no hunters!

But as long as the demon is not eliminated for a day, the hunter will never stop to rest!

Illidan undoubtedly noticed Zhang Cheng who was always staring at those young demon hunters, and immediately asked: "Why, you are very interested in them?"

The latter smiled and shook his head: "No! To be precise, I am interested in all knowledge and interests. There is nothing more satisfying than exploring the unknown and unraveling the truth hidden under the surface."

"Hahahaha! I like your ambition! I also like your attitude towards magic! That's right! Uncovering the truth hidden under the surface, this is what a spellcaster should do. It seems that including night elves Everyone in the city is afraid of the Burning Legion and the dark titan Sargeras behind it, but no one has ever thought of studying these, studying the weaknesses of the seemingly invincible enemies, and then defeating them." Illidan raised his head, His tone was full of praise and pride.

In a way, what he's doing is going head-to-head with the mighty Legion and the Dark Titans, as a mortal.

"There is a saying in my hometown. I think it makes sense. Every intelligent life, whether it is a god or a mortal, is a collection of emotions and desires. As long as you can give the other party what he most desires, he will be happy." Will exchange with everything. In my opinion, whether it is the demons of the Burning Legion or Sargeras, they all have their own strong emotions, whether it is anger, or fear, or the chagrin of tasting failure , in short, they are no different from us. And these drastic changes in emotions and desires are precisely a kind of weakness, isn't what you are using now the enemy's arrogance and anger?"

While saying these words, Zhang Cheng kept trying to perceive the superficial thinking of Illidan's brain through psychic powers.

But what's interesting is that it's not known whether it's the demon hunter's inherent physical problem or the relationship between devouring too many demon souls. No matter how he senses it, he can only get some incomprehensible messy information.

Of course, in order to prevent being noticed by the other party, he had no intention of forcibly intruding.

In fact, he has always been very curious about Illidan Stormrage, wanting to know what made this "exile" willing to give everything to destroy the Burning Legion.

A doomed love affair with Tyrande Whisperwind?

Or some other reason?

But the demon hunter obviously didn't notice this, and nodded to himself and responded: "That's right! I was taking advantage of the arrogance and anger of Kil'jaeden the Deceiver. I believe that when he learned that Nazreza was attacked , will definitely be furious and immediately send reinforcements to eliminate me, this annoying little mouse. But he is completely unaware that my real purpose is to use the destruction of this planet to wipe out the legion's vitality as much as possible. In addition, your super large-scale attack spell just now It also played a big role. I can guarantee that the supreme commander who stayed behind at Nazreza must be asking for help from Kil'jaeden now, and with the character of the Demon King of Terror, he will not easily risk his life."

"So, we will be wanted by the Burning Legion soon?" Zhang Cheng spread his hands, with a nonchalant expression on his face.

"Yes! Why, are you scared?" Illidan pursed his lips slightly.

"Afraid? No! Not at all! In fact, when I came to Outland, I once deceived Kazak, the doomsday lord. He roared like a mad dog and wanted to hunt me down to the end of the universe, but I'm not quite right now. Is that right?" Zhang Cheng teased in a half-joking tone.

Anyway, when the legion came calling, he found that the situation was not good, and he could just pat his ass and leave, so there was nothing to worry about.

"You successfully teased Kazak? I have to admit that this is really a great feat! You have to be careful in the future! As far as I know, he is not a big-hearted guy. I will definitely find ways to kill you." Illidan raised his eyebrows, his tone full of gloating.

"It doesn't matter! Let him come! I need more demon souls! Oh, by the way, you seem to have studied demons for a long time, and you can help me strengthen this Grimoire of Domination so that it can accommodate more demons Soul." As he spoke, Zhang Cheng took out the book exuding an evil aura from his magic pocket.

"No problem! It's a trivial matter!" Illidan raised his claw-like left hand and tapped lightly on the page.

moment!

The magic item made by the abyss lord began to tremble violently, groaning in pain as if a human being had been tortured.

In about two or three minutes, there were many lines of fel energy on the page that were very similar to those of the demon hunter. Each line was like a seal, firmly imprisoning the soul inside.

Moreover, under the effect of these fel energy sigils, a huge soul space was formed in the Grimoire of Domination, enough to accommodate millions of demon souls.

Feeling the power of the strengthened Grimoire of Command, Zhang Cheng nodded with satisfaction: "It's great! This is exactly what I want. If you don't mind, I will spend a little time next to make a large gathering Soul magic circle, I don't have the time to cast large-scale killing spells for the time being."

"It doesn't matter! I have achieved my goal, and now it's time to go to the file management and find the seal of Argus that you prophesied. Before evacuating, I estimate that you have up to three hours, make good use of it." Illidan took a picture Cheng's shoulders, spread his wings and flew straight to the southeast of the strangely shaped city, ignoring the lives of his subordinates at all.

It is estimated that in his heart, as long as the ultimate goal can be achieved, no matter how many lives are sacrificed, it is worthwhile.

Whether it's evil orcs, or blood elves, naga, and broken ones, they have been used as cannon fodder to be consumed from the very beginning. Their sacrifices are only in exchange for one thing, and that is to end the dark titan Sargeras' fight against Aize Lars World Threat.

In order to complete the ultimate goal!

Illidan didn't care about the so-called means at all, and he didn't care about the hostility towards him from the Alliance and the Horde. He was like a never-ending hound, chasing and biting the Burning Legion until he or his prey fell...

Chapter 624 The Destruction of Nazreza

Some people say that all great military actions that are remembered by history as defeating the strong by the weak are essentially all-or-nothing adventures.

If it succeeds, it is naturally a classic case of the weak defeating the strong. In the future, countless people will use it to conduct repeated research, but if it fails, it will become a joke after people's leisure time, and even be hung on the pillar of shame in history forever Do not turn over.

There is no doubt that Illidan's attack on Nazreza was a perfect sneak attack, so perfect that the Nathrezim demon lords didn't even dare to come forward to organize the defeated army, and could only watch thousands of low-level demons being killed. The evil orcs cut and surrounded, and then they were killed and injured little by little under the attacks of the demon hunters.

After countless times of hunting and snatching, the young demon hunter recruits became stronger and stronger, and some of them even reached a level that was enough to scare the fearful demon kings.

Of course, the price is not without it. Seven or eight unlucky ones who absorbed too much evil energy directly killed and exploded violently. The green storm of evil energy tore everything within hundreds of meters around them to pieces.

Pain, torture, betrayal, and eternity are entangled with the demon's soul, and it is possible to explode and die at any time due to excessive inhalation of evil energy...

It can be said that in Azeroth, there is no more dangerous profession than a demon hunter.

Except for those lunatics who lost everything due to the invasion of the Legion, no one would want to become a demon hunter. They are all a group of poor people whose reason has been swallowed by hatred. Let it out, like a meteor, it emits the brightest brilliance before falling, bringing the fearful death light to the enemy.

Looking at the elves fighting like wild beasts in the distance, Zhang Cheng squinted his eyes, and muttered to himself in a voice only he could hear: "Sure enough, it is an intelligent life under extreme emotions, and the soul potential can only be obtained." Maximum release.

It seems that the necessary conditions for evolution have never been the so-called positive emotions.