Spellcasting Heavens

Along the path through which the crimson magma flows, Zhang Cheng kept advancing with one foot shallow and one foot shallow.

The continuous high temperature environment has caused his brain to become a little sluggish, and he can't remember the first few days since he entered the Burning Plain, and even if he uses frost spells to keep his body cool, it still can't relieve his physical and psychological fatigue. .

As a resident from a modern city with good access to public transportation, it was the first time he realized how hard and painful it was to travel.

Fortunately, disguising as an orc warlock saved him a lot of unnecessary trouble.

Although they are occasionally attacked by fire elements and lava elements, the black stone orcs stationed in the simple fortresses, as well as the black baby dragons, hatchlings and dragon men wandering in the hilly area, have not taken the initiative to attack, and occasionally there will be Orcs took the initiative to come forward to say hello.

However, he didn't understand Orc language at all, so he didn't dare to have too much contact with the other party at all. He could only pretend to be cold and high, nod his head, and then leave without saying a word.

There is no doubt that this approach, although to some extent avoids being dismantled by identity, also cuts off the shortcut to the upper floors of Blackrock Spire.

Just when Zhang Cheng began to doubt whether his little physical strength could support him to reach the Black Stone Pagoda, a huge black shadow suddenly passed over his head, followed by a gust of wind.

Before his sluggish brain could react to what happened, a young black dragon that stretched over six meters fell from the sky, blocking the only way to go.

Humble human being! The master wants to see you!

Master? Zhang Cheng instantly realized that his identity was exposed, and there was a trace of nervousness in his eyes.

That's right! Don't try to resist or run away, I promise you will be killed by me and my brothers and sisters before your ridiculous spell works. After that, the young dragon opened his mouth and let out a loud roar .

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen Black Dragon 66s, ranging from five meters to seven meters, flew over from all directions.

They are constantly hovering in the sky, and some even spew out dragon breath demonstrations mixed with the double damage of shadow and fire.

Obviously, these young dragons are no longer pure black dragons, but special varieties that have been transformed by the black dragon prince Nefarian. This dual-attribute dragon breath also has a resounding name, called Shadow Flame...

According to the gossip from somewhere, only the armor made of the scales of the adult black dragon can resist the invasion of the shadow flame, otherwise ordinary people will be swallowed on the spot once exposed to the shadow flame, and even the bones and scum will remain. not come down.

Zhang Cheng didn't want to try the power of Shadow Flame at all, so he wisely did not choose to resist, but took the initiative to change back to his original appearance, and responded with a smile, Then what are you waiting for, lead the way, I can't wait to think about it. To meet the great Highness Nefarian and his ongoing experiments.

Hum! Stand still! I'll take you to see the master right now. Heilong shook his head contemptuously, put his right paw on Zhang Cheng's shoulder, and then chanted the ancient dragon magic.

Soon, the energy in the air became restless, and finally converged into an energy that was enough to tear the space. One person and one dragon disappeared without a trace in less than three minutes.

When the strong squeeze and dizziness disappeared, Zhang Cheng slowly opened his eyes and found that he had reached the top floor of the Black Stone Pagoda. Through the stone guardrail not far away, he could even see the continuous spray of magma below. Blackrock Volcano.

Inside the spacious platform, a man in black armor and a crown of bright flames on his head was sitting on the highest throne, his eyes shone with a terrifying golden light.

There is no doubt that he is none other than the eldest son of Deathwing Neltharion, the current leader of the Black Dragon Legion, the brother of the Black Dragon Princess Onyxia, and the famous Nefarian.

Although Zhang Cheng had already seen the real dragon in A Song of Ice and Fire, in front of the dragon's might emanating from the other side, he could still feel a trace of fright and fear.

Not to mention him, even the black baby dragon that was sent over was all crawling on the ground, bowing his head to show humility to his master.

Interesting human, can you tell me what drove you to the perilous Burning Plains? What made you persevere in such a harsh and difficult environment? Honor? Wealth? Or power? After a long silence, Naifa Li An first broke the silence and asked in a slightly playful tone.

As the owner of the Blackrock Spire, his every move, whether it is the Burning Plains or the Searing Gorge, cannot be concealed from his eyes.

In fact, from the moment Zhang Cheng passed through the gate, he hid in the dark and observed silently, trying to figure out the other party's intention.

You must know that the Burning Plains is not a place where normal people come. Whether it is the Alliance or the Horde, they only barely maintain an outpost for spying intelligence, so generally speaking, every guy who comes to the Burning Plains, Often both carry some sort of important mission and mission.

However, after a period of observation, Nefarian discovered that Zhang Cheng did not go to the Morgan Sentinel established by the alliance at all, but went straight to Blackrock Volcano.

This unusual move undoubtedly aroused his interest, hence today's scene.

No, Your Royal Highness, the driving force behind me is neither honor, nor wealth, nor power, but knowledge. If you don't mind, please give me a living body, and I will show you some interesting research results. At that time, you will understand the purpose of my visit. Zhang Cheng bowed his greetings neither humble nor arrogant, and made a request.

He understands that if he can't prove his worth in the first place, then what awaits him is likely to be death or a torture more terrifying than death.

Oh? Red, send a prisoner up. Nefarian ordered to a bead of light next to the seat.

After a while, a human with bloody wounds all over his body was escorted to the hall. Some of the wounds were festering and pus. If it weren't for the physical quality of Azeroth's human beings far from the earth, they would have died from the wounds alone. .

However, he is not much better now. Not only has he lost the strength to resist, but his eyes are also very slack. If he is not treated in time, he will die in two or three days at most.

The indifferent Zhang Cheng didn't pay any attention to the tragic state of the captive. In front of the Black Dragon Prince, he poured a vial of red jelly-like mucus into the target's mouth.

moment!

The originally dying prisoner suddenly let out a roar, followed by the muscles on the whole body bulging with exaggerated heights, and the height also grew from one meter eight to two meters five, its terrifying power even the orc warriors could not resist, two. The neck was broken alive by the sturdy arm...

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