Spellcasting Heavens

The twitching corpse caused Zhang Cheng's pupils to shrink violently. The excitement caused by the killing quickly calmed down, and he stared at the sudden attacker, his whole body tense to the limit.

But before he could see what the other party looked like, he suddenly heard a piercing scream from a girl in his ear, followed by more attackers rushing out of the darkness, attacking the masked man who hijacked the caravan. Launching an attack, in less than two or three minutes, the humble camp was filled with blood.

All those who attempted to resist, or had the tendency to resist, were mercilessly slaughtered, and only those who dropped their weapons and knelt on the ground from the beginning survived.

Accurate, efficient, lethal, merciless...

These black shadows, who tightly wrap themselves under the gray cloak, have no verbal or action communication, which perfectly interprets what is meant by intimate cooperation.

They are like a group of machines without any emotion. Even if they harvested several fresh lives, they did not have the slightest emotional fluctuation, and quickly grabbed the small box full of arcane crystals.

As for the other goods on the carriage, he was not even interested in taking a look.

There is no doubt that their purpose is clear, and that is to destroy the Arcane Crystal, which all intelligent life in Azeroth covets.

With the help of the dim bonfire in the camp, Zhang Cheng finally vaguely noticed something unusual, such as the strange red light reflected in the attacker's eyes, and the rancid smell in the air.

Although the smell is masked by more pungent odors resembling embalming fluids, it can be discerned with a little attention.

Don't act rashly, living people... The dark shadow who killed the man with the mustache made a hoarse voice that made goosebumps all over his body.

who are you?

While Zhang Cheng was testing it out carefully, he quietly prepared the next spell.

As long as the other party makes any threatening move, he will not hesitate to use the flame shock to knock it down from the balcony on the second floor of the wooden house, opening a distance that is beneficial to him.

After all, after seeing the horrific sneak attack just now, no one with a little bit of vigilance would allow such a dangerous person to approach, much less give him the opportunity to repeat his old tricks.

But the guy hiding under the dark gray cloak didn't seem to care at all, and continued to laugh and said in a voice like a fingernail running across a board: Who are we? Hahahaha! I have to say, you asked an interesting question, so interesting I don't even know how to answer you.

The reason is very simple. The outside world has many names for us. The Alliance calls us the undead, just like the Scourge led by the Lich King. They hate us, fear us, and sincerely desire to destroy us forever.

But the reality is just the opposite. We are mortal enemies with that bastard in Arthas, and there is no race in the entire Azeroth who is willing to give everything to complete the ultimate revenge like us.

As for the Horde, although they temporarily accepted our participation, they did not trust us, and even held an attitude of scrutiny and suspicion, and used us to contain the power of the Alliance.

We ourselves call ourselves the Forsaken, allegiance to Dark Queen Sylvanas...

Hearing that the other party reported his family, Zhang Cheng's already nervous nerves suddenly became even more nervous, and he even had an urge to strike first.

You must know that these living dead with self-consciousness in front of them are not human bandits who were suspected to be syndicates before. Each of them has personally experienced tragic wars. Whether it is killing skills or psychological quality, they are far better than the former.

Especially when they were under the control of the Lich King, the hands of most of the Forsaken were stained with the blood of innocent civilians, and their hearts had long been consumed by twisted and dark feelings.

Although they have regained their sobriety now, the motivation for them to live has never been positive emotions such as love and hope.

It is the unparalleled hatred for the Scourge Legion and the Lich King. For this hatred, they will pay at all costs, even if they wipe out the last trace of humanity and conscience.

If it falls into their hands accidentally, it will definitely be a relief to be killed on the spot. Those who survive will become test objects for all kinds of terrible magic potions, plagues, limb modification, and even worse, they will be removed from death. Awaken and become one of the cursed.

As a player who once played the role of the Forsaken, Zhang Cheng would rather choose death than become a prisoner of the undead.

What's more, Sylvanas, the current dark queen, completely treats her subordinates as a kind of revenge consumable.

In her own words, the Forsaken are the arrows in the quiver, and all she has to do is shoot them out one by one until the Scourge is completely destroyed.

The headed undead undoubtedly sensed Zhang Cheng's emotions from his changing eyes, and nodded with satisfaction: Yes, it seems that you are a smart guy, not like other living people, or When you see us, rush to death like crazy, or scream and turn around and run away. You seem to be calm, so I suggest you stand there and don't move, so that I don't have to sacrifice my precious men to kill you, and the same You can save your own life, too. Killing a mage is a bit of a hassle, isn't it?

You think you can kill me with just a few living dead? Someone tried it just now, but unfortunately, he failed, and you are no exception. Zhang Cheng responded indifferently.

Perhaps it was the crushing battle that had built up his confidence, or it could be that his disgust for the undead overcame everything. In short, he felt that the tension and fear in his heart were quickly fading away, replaced by an inexplicable calm, completely not afraid. Threats revealed in the other party's words.

Hahahaha! Do you think those rabble syndicated bandits are comparable to us?

With a disdainful laugh, the shadow slowly took off his hood, revealing a face like the scene of a car accident.

Especially the dense sutures on the left half, and the dark green mucus seeping from the sutures, like a nightmare from a nightmare. I believe this face alone is enough to scare away more than 90% of the living people.

Of course, a mere stitched face doesn't seem like much of a fuss compared to the swarms of wriggling white larvae around the eye sockets.

It's no wonder that when the Forsaken first appeared in the game, even as a member of the Horde, they still had a cold relationship with the other three races.

I am afraid that in addition to the dark style of behavior, even the orcs who have a rough aesthetic style will be disgusted by this honorable appearance.

Looking at such a heavy taste and restricted level picture, Zhang Cheng only felt that his appetite was overturned.

Fortunately, just when he was about to vomit, he heard a very rhythmic sound in the distance, which made him quickly divert his attention, and within a few seconds he heard the roar of the horse.

In less than three or five minutes, a long dragon composed of torches appeared in the distance of the forest path...