Spellcasting Heavens

There is no doubt that the female undead mage who went with her did not take Zhang Cheng seriously from the beginning to the end, and always held a mentality similar to that of a cat playing a mouse.

It is estimated that in her eyes, it is definitely an easy thing to solve a young mage who is much weaker than her own, so she wants to add a little more fun and get some kind of spiritual satisfaction by teasing and torturing the enemy.

But unfortunately, she made a mistake, a fatal mistake.

Zhang Cheng is not a native of Azeroth, so his way of thinking is not like the normal mage, obsessed with using various spells to defeat his opponents to prove that his skills are more superb.

His purpose is only one, and that is to kill the enemy, whether it is spells or swords, it is just a means, there is no need to worry about what, which is faster and more efficient, use whichever one.

As for the dignity of the so-called mage mentioned in many books, he didn't care at all.

Because dignity is always reserved for those who survive, to be precise, for those who win the final victory, the losers will always get only humiliation and death...

He simply wiped the wound on his forehead that was smashed by the gravel. Zhang Cheng bent down and picked up the staff that originally belonged to the Necromancer. He instantly felt a scorching energy flowing through his arm, as if he was surrounded by flames. middle.

No wonder the shock wave just now can kill a strong horse in an instant. It turns out that this is a staff that can enhance the power of fire spells. He muttered softly, while inserting the staff into the backpack behind him, cautiously walking towards the station The death steed, motionless in place, approached.

Since his mount has returned to the west, he now has to pay attention to the enemy mount.

You must know that although the huge magical shield shrouded in the ruins of Dalaran can already be seen on the horizon, there are actually at least several kilometers away.

What's more, Zhang Cheng's current physical condition is not very good. Blood is oozing from all the wounds, big and small. Although most of them are skin injuries, the slightest movement will cause pain in the heart. He urgently needs to rush to a safe place for cleaning and dressing. , otherwise the infection will be troublesome.

With the mentality of giving it a try, he limped to the side of the death warhorse, reaching for the reins.

But before he could catch it, the bone horse radiating shadow energy suddenly turned around, raised its front hooves and stomped it hard.

Damn it! I knew it wasn't that simple! Zhang Cheng cursed through gritted teeth, and hurriedly turned sideways to barely escape the horse's hoofs.

Just as he was about to make his second attempt, he suddenly heard a hearty laugh behind him: Hahahaha! Young man, if I were you, I wouldn't try to approach a death horse. You know that Thing, except for the undead, its race cannot be controlled at all, so you should give it up.

Who are you? Zhang Cheng turned around vigilantly and looked up and down the old man who appeared out of nowhere.

I saw him with thick tan hair and beard. He was probably over fifty years old, but his face did not seem to have many wrinkles. He was wearing a violet robe with golden lace, and in his hand was carrying a spinning Crystal Staff.

Judging from the clothes, 80% is a Kirin Tor council mage.

Relax, child, my name is Ansrem Luinweiwal, one of the members of the Council of Six, and the current administrator of Dalaran. The old man introduced himself with a slight smile.

Although this self-introduction is very brief, the content contained in it is not simple at all.

According to the basic structure of the Kirin Tor organization, the most powerful ones are undoubtedly the six archmages known to the outside world as the Council of Six, including Antonidas killed by Arthas, and the blood elf prince Kael'thas Sunstrider. The man, the red dragon Krasus, the famous Rhonin,

were one of them.

In the near future, the blue dragon Kalecgos, Jaina Proudmoore, will also join in succession.

This means that anyone who can enter the Council of Six must have unparalleled magical power, and it can even be said that they are worth an army alone.

Zhang Cheng couldn't believe that such a big man could leave the protection of the protective cover and appear in front of him.

The Archmage no doubt noticed his surprise, smiled and shrugged his shoulders: Why, do you think that an old guy like me should stay in the tower all day long and rot with those books that are about to go mouldy? No? , young man, I prefer to go outside more often than the dark mage tower. Tell me, how did you provoke those undead who call themselves the Forsaken? Let them send an elite team to hunt you down?

You probably won't believe it, but I stumbled across that they were working on a new plague, and using the human farms in Hillsbrad Foothills as a testing ground for the new plague. Here, I have some samples, and There is a letter for help from the mayor of Burnside. With that, Zhang Cheng quickly opened his backpack, took out the things he had prepared, and offered them with both hands.

A new plague? Ansrem Ruinweiwoer frowned subconsciously when he heard the news. He first opened the letter and roughly read the contents on one side, followed by pulling out a glass test tube, and performed several tests in a row. Detecting spells, he finally roared with a livid face: Bastard! Are these guys crazy? How dare you study this evil taboo!

Evil taboo? Zhang Cheng keenly grasped the key words.

Yes! The specific explanation is too complicated. You just need to know that although this new plague is still in the experimental stage, its final version is to kill everything, including animals, plants, elemental life, and even the undead. Ansrem Luinweiwal clenched his fists and explained.

At the suggestion of the Archmage, Zhang Cheng suddenly remembered that in the Wrath of the Lich King expansion, the Forsaken seemed to have cast a magical plague that killed thousands of natural disasters in one go.

Of course, it also includes some friendly troops who were accidentally wounded.

Obviously, what he is holding now is an early version of this plague.

Thinking that he had run so far with a pack of deadly things on his back, he suddenly broke into a cold sweat, hurriedly took out the leather bag containing the test tube, and carefully placed it on the ground.

Staring at the dark green gas-liquid mixture in the test tube, Ansrem Ruinwevor sighed helplessly: Oh, give it to me, I'll see if I can decipher the ingredients, and develop an antidote by the way. Oh, I almost forgot, the three of you who are with you are safe now, except that the youth who was hit by the cursed arrow may take some time to recover, and the rest are fine.

Have they escaped safely to Dalaran's warning range? Zhang Cheng's eyes flashed with a hint of joy.

Old George arrived in Dalaran safely, which means that the businessman's ambitious task has been completed, and he will soon have a staff that suits him.

The Archmage shook his head gently. No, no, the patrol found them. Come, grab my arm, and I'll take you back to Dalaran now.

Anyway, I'm relieved to hear that they are safe. After that, Zhang Cheng grabbed the other's left arm.

At the moment when the fingers touched the clothes, the bodies of the two people suddenly began to twist, as if they were forcibly squashed by an invisible force and stuffed into a narrow passage...