Casting spells

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

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

But it is a pity that these riders used the wrong target in their psychological tactics today. The Forsaken, who don't know what fear is at all, are still cautiously maintaining a tight formation, not giving them a chance.

Seeing that the tactics in his heart had no effect, a man riding a brown horse suddenly raised his arm and swung forward vigorously: "Attack!"

"Come on!"

"kill!"

"Go to hell! Undead!"

……

Accompanied by the sound of killing soaring into the sky, the man in black suddenly began to urge the horse to speed up, and slammed straight ahead.

Especially the one rushing to the front was a bald man wielding two broadswords like a lawn mower. He chopped off the head of a Forsaken on the spot, and the pungent embalming liquid flew high together with the head, revealing The prelude to the midnight melee began.

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

Of course, for Zhang Cheng, the more tragic the death of both parties, the better for him, and it is best to die together.

But anyone with a little discernment could see that although the Forsaken were tough and elite, their number was too small. Coupled with the fact that they were traveling lightly, they were completely unable to withstand repeated cavalry attacks.

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

In addition, two masked men with black and purple staffs were still hiding behind the crowd, holding up their hands and performing some kind of magic ceremony. The boiling shadow energy tore apart the space in a form visible to the naked eye, and it took 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, and their lower bodies are completely twisted into a ball, floating in the air only a few centimeters above the ground. Two white light spots, which can be regarded as eyes, are located at the top of the torso. The thickness of their two arms is comparable to that of a bodybuilder. thigh.

Undoubtedly, this energy body life is nothing but the famous fat blue man in the game—Void Walker, who is also one of the most representative pets of the warlock profession.

"Oh? So it's two warlocks..."

It was the first time Zhang Cheng saw the warlock summoning pets with his own eyes, his eyes shone slightly, and his face showed strong excitement and curiosity.

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

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

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

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

I saw the two summoned void walkers without any hesitation, and directly followed the master's order, rushed to the nearest enemy, raised their fists the size of sandbags and smashed them down hard.

boom!

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!!!!!!"

The moment the fist made contact with the target, the air was visibly distorted, followed by a Forsaken screaming like a pig.

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

I'm afraid it's hard for those who don't know how a living dead person who has lost his sense of pain can suddenly act like a fragile baby.

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

Because they are the life of the shadow energy body, they have the ability to directly burn the soul of the target. Even the most determined person is burned by the shadow energy, and he can't help but scream in pain.

"Hahahaha! Goodbye! Dead man!"

The bald man laughed wildly and swung his weapon, taking the opportunity to decapitate the Forsaken.

"That's 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 Chinese who gave the attack order just now The young man suddenly ordered.

The strong man named Otto rubbed the embalming fluid on the sword on the corpse, turned around and performed a sword-holding salute: "Understood, my honorable master."

The middle-aged man nodded slightly: "Very good, now go and gather the prisoners. Sophia, come with me, I think we should visit that mage."

"But... but Your Excellency, the mage seems to have killed several of our people, don't you plan to pursue it?" The young woman wearing a veil rushed to catch up and reminded.

"Pursuant? Why should we pursue it? 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 Salia's forces are quite limited, as long as we deal with the raid squad he sent, he will become deaf and blind. Finally, when the time is right, we can launch an attack and drive the undead out of Hillsborough in one fell swoop. Ryder Hills, and then use it as a springboard to capture Southsea Town..."

The middle-aged man called the Duke gave an explanation with a half-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 were 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 successor of the next generation, was so easily discarded as an abandoned child.

"Hehe, whether he is a bait is not up to me, but up to him.

If he wasn't so arrogant, greedy, and ambitious, if he used his brain more, learned a little restraint, and kept a little awe, how could he end up where he is today?

Remember, dear Sophia, today is different. We have to deal with not only the remnants of Stromgarde and the Kingdom of Lordaeron, but also the undead who call themselves the Forsaken, so every decision we make needs to be extra cautious. There is no room for error.

An idiot like Drew would only lead to endless disaster if he became the one calling the shots.

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

Oh, I almost forgot, because of the loyalty you have shown this time, I have decided to hand Dunholde Castle over to you to manage. "

After finishing speaking, the man patted the woman's shoulder lightly, pulled off the mask casually, tidied up his clothes, and came straight to the wooden house like a handsome nobleman.

Chapter 14 The Duke of Faculest

"Good evening, young mage from Dalaran." The middle-aged man rested his chest with one hand and bowed slightly while riding his horse. "I think you must be very confused now, eager to figure out our identity and purpose. Don't worry, I will give you a satisfactory explanation now. Don't worry, for Dalaran and the Kirin Tor Council, I There is no animosity. Quite the contrary, we can form an alliance in our fight against the undead who call themselves the Forsaken."

Looking at this confident guy who seemed to have everything under control, Zhang Cheng suddenly smiled, shaking his head while laughing: "Confused? No, I'm not confused at all.

You might think I'm bluffing when I say this, but I actually know you better than you know yourself.

Syndicate is the name of your organization. Your real identity is the nobles of the original Alterac Kingdom. You were exiled collectively because you betrayed the Alliance in the Second War. Your goal is to regain your own land.

Of course, you were once only one step away from success, but you were interrupted by the undead disaster that swept across the entire Kingdom of Lordaeron, which is why you hate the undead so much.

Finally, I can even call out your name, Honorable Duke Faculest..."

With the last sentence blurted out, the middle-aged man who had always been smiling suddenly froze on his face, narrowed his eyes and asked, "Is the Kirin Tor council in Dalaran investigating us?"

"If you think it is, it is not. But please don't get me wrong. So far, the Kirin Tor Council has not had any plans or actions against you. If there is no accident, there will be no future. All Dalaran All the mages are busy participating in the construction of a great miracle, and have no energy to care about other things." After finishing speaking, Zhang Cheng shrugged his shoulders pretending to be mysterious.

In fact, the reason why he was able to call out the other party's name was thanks to the "Otto" just now.

He will never forget how many times he fell down in the dilapidated hall of Stromgarde during the game. One of the "culprits" was the middle-aged man standing in front of him——Duke Fakurest. Han is his fierce bodyguard - Otto.