Spellcasting Heavens

After a brief rest in the ghost town, the next day the team regrouped and set off, and proceeded to the depths along the path of the cemetery.

You must know that the Raven Mountain Cemetery is the resting place of countless nobles and commoners in the Stormwind Kingdom. It covers an area of ​​more than 3,000 square kilometers, especially the tomb that extends deep underground. It is said that tens of thousands of people who died during the Orc War were buried. Alliance soldiers and heroes, if they are all transformed into undead, even if Stormwind sends a regular army, it will suffer heavy losses.

Fortunately, not all the corpses in the tomb were transformed by mysterious power, and the plague wiped out many resurrected skeletons and ghouls, so there were not too many obstacles along the way.

When the group arrived near the entrance of the tomb, Zhang Cheng hadn't even used any spells. With the magic sword in his hand, he easily killed more than twenty low-level undead and devoured their painful and desperate souls.

Feeling the excitement conveyed by the soul-crushing messenger after eating, he quietly inserted it back into the sheath, raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Snapped!

Whoops!

The torches and braziers that had been extinguished in the tomb were all lit up!

While the night watchman was stunned, Varna Chenge suddenly leaned over and lowered her voice and said, I can't see that you actually have a good swordsmanship. I sometimes wonder if you are a human being.

Oh? What, do you suspect that I am a giant dragon in the shape of a human? Zhang Cheng pursed the corners of his mouth and asked with a half-smile.

Ha! Who knows... The female elf blinked her eyes playfully and decisively ended this somewhat dangerous topic.

She had a hunch that if she continued to get to the bottom of things, she would definitely suffer.

Zhang Cheng didn't try to explain anything, because he understood that it was only a matter of time before his performance aroused suspicion.

After all, humans are not elves, and they do not have a life span of hundreds or even thousands of years, especially when he is still so young, but he has become a senior member of the Kirin Tor Council and an elite Dalaran mage. And magic items making and improving technology, and even a good swordsmanship.

Although more than half of this knowledge is forcibly instilled into the brain by parchment, and some are the results of research with the help of various external forces, only a very few are truly his own creation.

But others don't know this, they only know that Zhang Cheng has shown a terrifying talent far beyond his peers in certain fields.

Not like a normal human at all.

Of course, as a transcender who is determined to acquire knowledge and power at all costs, Zhang Cheng doesn't really care about what others think. The only thing he needs to do is to keep an eye on the strong people who stand at the top of each world, and then go one by one. Transcend until you are free from the control of the parchment master.

After firming up the thoughts in his heart again, he took a deep breath and stepped into the dangerous entrance of the catacombs alone, completely ignoring the nervous cries of the night watchmen.

The closer he got to the depths of the tomb, the more clearly he could feel that something inside seemed to be calling him. Perhaps this was the reason why the parchment scroll suddenly gave quests and rewards.

Walking along the dark and rancid passage, Zhang Cheng found that the scattered undead along the way seemed to be driven by some mysterious force. Instead of attacking the living, they wandered around aimlessly. Not even the slightest response.

Obviously, this situation is absolutely abnormal.

According to the description in the book, the undead have an innate hatred for the living. Unless there is a stronger force constraint, the low-level undead cannot control themselves not to attack the living.

Interesting, I didn't expect that besides the Lich King, Azeroth would have a second person who could control the dead... Zhang Cheng muttered in a low voice, speeding up his pace, throwing the people behind him far away.

When he reached the end of the tomb, he saw a black sarcophagus. Unlike the ordinary coffins around, this coffin was exceptionally large, almost ten times the size of ordinary pipes on the top. The surface was not engraved with the name of the deceased. It is engraved with dense arcane runes.

However, for some unknown reason, a few near the seal became blurred, and strong auras of evil and death continued to spread through the gaps.

Going out of curiosity, he lightly put his hand on the coffin, and immediately felt countless cold voices echoing in his ears.

The weak... obey my will...

Destroy the rune...open the coffin...

Let me out...I will grant you great power and eternal life...

These voices are like mental attacks, continuously impacting the brain, trying to affect Zhang Cheng's consciousness and judgment.

But unfortunately, he was unmoved at all, and instead passed his consciousness and asked: Who are you? Why are you buried here?

My name is O'Kare! A powerful orc warlock! One of the members of the Shadow Council! I was plotted by Gul'dan! This damn liar sent me to lead the army to fight the Alliance! But he himself went to Sa Tomb of Glass seeks the power of the dark titan! Let me go! Human! I swear to give you great power! True power! The orc warlock who called himself Okare roared furiously.

Oh? How do I know you're not lying to me? Zhang Cheng asked in a tone of interest.

Liar to you? No! The great Okare never bothered to deceive a weak human mage! Come, put your hand near the seal, and I can give you some of the knowledge and power of a sorcerer first, and then you'll understand me powerful.

Hearing this arrogant guy brag about himself, a playful smile appeared on Zhang Cheng's face, and he bent down to check the runes around the coffin carefully, after confirming that the vague runes would not affect the overall seal effect too much. , and put his hand on it.

Okare obviously felt the warmth that belongs to the living, and laughed wildly: Hahahaha! Close your eyes and feel my greatness! There is no power in this world that can compare to a warlock!

The voice just fell!

Massive amounts of knowledge poured into Zhang Cheng's mind continuously through spiritual connections.

Shadow Bolt, Immolate, Summon Demon, Curse of Weakness, Corruption, Fear, Life Diversion, Curse of Agony, Drain Soul, Create Life Stone, Life Channel, Curse of Recklessness, Demon Breath, Searing Pain, Demon Armor, Fire Rain , Eye of Kilrogg, Drain Mana, Detect Invisibility, Curse of Language, Exile, Create Fire Stone, Curse of Elements, Curse of Shadow...

What is even more terrifying is that in addition to knowledge, there is also a terrifying evil energy that also enters the body and scurries unscrupulously, completely out of control.

One of his eyes has revealed the dark green symbolizing fel energy and demons several times, which is very scary.

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