Spellcasting Heavens

nervous, depressed...

The riders approached at an extremely slow pace, and the Forsaken quickly back-to-back formed a small defensive formation.

Although they did not have the lances necessary to fight against the cavalry, nor did they have the giant tower shields to protect the horses from hitting, but they did not show any timidity from beginning to end.

Perhaps for them, who have already had more terrifying experiences, there is nothing in this world to fear and fear, even in the face of death.

Zhang Cheng stood on the balcony on the second floor, silently watching the every move of this group of uninvited guests.

After all, even if he didn't know much about cold weapon combat, he knew that the opponent was adopting a mental tactic, trying to create an atmosphere of fear with the help of the horse's unparalleled speed and impact in the minds of most people.

Once the enemy panics, or turns around and runs away, they will instantly charge, and in just a few minutes, they can complete a classic tailgating chase.

It is a pity, however, that the psychological tactics of these riders used the wrong target today. The Forsaken, who do not know what fear is at all, are still careful to maintain a tight formation, not giving them a chance.

Seeing that the tactics in his heart were ineffective, a man riding a brown war horse suddenly raised his arm and waved forward vigorously: Attack!

Come on!

kill!

Go to hell! Undead!

...

Accompanied by the screams of killing, the man in black suddenly started to urge the horses to speed up and rammed straight ahead.

You Qi rushed in front of a strong bald man, wielding two broad swords like a lawnmower. On the spot, the head of a Forsaken person was chopped off, and the pungent antiseptic fluid flew high together with the head, revealing the Opened the prelude to the midnight melee.

As expected, the hatred between the living and the dead has already surpassed everything, even omitting verbal insults, and when they meet, they have to live and die.

Of course, for Zhang Cheng, the more severe the death of both parties, the better it would be for him.

But anyone with a little vision can see that although the Forsaken are tenacious and elite, their number is too small, and they are lightly armed, and they are completely unable to resist the repeated attacks of the cavalry.

After a few back and forth, they were completely overwhelmed, and only in twos and threes joined forces for the final resistance.

In addition, two masked men with black and purple staffs were hiding behind the crowd, raising their hands to perform some kind of magic ritual. The boiling shadow energy ripped apart the space in the form of visible to the naked eye. It was less than half a minute. Kung fu, two dark blue energy bodies squeezed through the void and entered Azeroth from another world.

They have no legs or feet, their lower body is completely twisted into a ball, and the whole floats in the air only a few centimeters from the ground. Two white light spots that can be regarded as eyes are located at the top of the torso, and the two arms are as thick as a bodybuilder's. thigh.

There is no doubt that this energy body life is nothing else, it is the famous blue fat man in the game - Void Walker, and also one of the most representative pets of the warlock profession.

Oh? It turned out to be two warlocks...

For the first time, Zhang Cheng, who saw the warlock summoning a pet, his eyes lighted slightly, and his face revealed strong excitement and curiosity.

You must know that by reading the books left by Risen, he already knows that the mage can actually use some special methods to force elemental life such as fire, air, earth and water to obey his own will.

However, this book is only a rough mention, and does not give specific methods.

The process of Warlock summoning the Void Walker today undoubtedly gave him a very important inspiration.

After all, Void Walkers are not demons in the strict sense. Their essence is closer to elemental life, but the energy formed is changed from elements to shadows.

I saw that the two summoned Void Walkers did not hesitate, and directly followed the master's order, rushed to the nearest enemy, raised their fists as big as sandbags and smashed them down.

boom!

Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!!!!!!

The moment the fist made contact with the target, the air was obviously distorted, and a Forsaken followed by a pig-slaughtering scream.

He showed that he was not injured at all, but he knelt on the ground with a plop, and his whole body kept shaking.

I'm afraid it's hard for the uninitiated to imagine how a living dead person who has lost the sense of pain suddenly looks like a fragile baby.

In fact, this has to do with the form of the Voidwalker's attack.

Because of the relationship between the shadow energy body, they have the ability to directly burn the target's soul. Even the most determined person is burned by the shadow energy, and he can't help but torment and let out a painful wailing.

Hahaha! Goodbye! Dead!

The bald man laughed wildly and waved his weapon, taking the opportunity to cut off the head of the Forsaken.

Enough, Otto, don't kill all these undead. They don't need to eat or rest, but they are the best slaves. We can send them to the farm to do coolies. The young man suddenly commanded.

The strong man named Otto rubbed the antiseptic solution on the sword on the corpse, turned around and gave a salute with the sword: Understood, my honorable master.

The middle-aged man nodded lightly: Very good, let's gather the captives now. Sophia, come with me, I think we should visit the mage.

But... but Your Excellency the Duke, that mage seems to have killed several of our people, don't you plan to pursue it? The young woman with a face scarf hurriedly caught up to remind him.

Account? Why? Don't you understand now? Our target was not the caravan from the beginning, but this elusive undead raider. According to the information sent from Tarren Mill, the high-ranking consul Da Sariah's forces are quite limited, and as long as we take care of the raiding party he sends, he'll be deaf and blind. Eventually, at the right moment, we'll be able to strike and drive the undead out of Hillsboro in one fell swoop Ryder Hills, and then use this as a springboard to capture Southsea Town...

The middle-aged man known as the Duke gave an explanation with a half-smiling smile.

When he said these words, he also glanced meaningfully at the corpse lying in a pool of blood on the balcony on the second floor, his eyes full of mockery.

You mean... Drew is just a bait? Sophia shivered subconsciously.

She couldn't believe that Drew, who was considered by many to be the next generation's successor, was so easily thrown away as an abandoned child.

Hehe, it's not up to me to decide whether he is a bait, but up to him.

If he hadn't been so arrogant, greedy, and ambitious, if he had used his brain more, learned a little bit of restraint, and kept a little bit of awe, how could he have ended up where he is today?

Remember, dear Sophia, today is not the same as in the past, we have to deal with not only the remnants of Stromgarde and Lordaeron, but also the undead who call themselves the Forsaken, so every decision we make needs to be extra careful, Mistakes are never allowed.

A fool like Drew would only bring about endless disaster if he became the caller.

I have high expectations for you, so don't let me down.

Oh, almost forgot, because of the loyalty you've shown this time, I've decided to hand over Dunhold Castle to you.

After that, the man patted the woman's shoulder lightly, ripped off the mask, and tidied up his clothes, just like a graceful nobleman, he went straight to the wooden house.