Casting spells

It is said that out of a hundred apprentices, usually only one-third to half can pass through the apprenticeship safely, and the rest either have no bones left, or are exposed to violent magical energy, and their bodies or spirits are seriously damaged. Into an idiot, crippled.

It can be said that stepping on the road of magic is equivalent to stepping half a foot on the dividing line between life and death. You never know what will happen in the next second, and you don't know whether you can live to become a real mage.

"Huh? Is it strange to want to learn magic?" Jenny opened her mouth wide, with an incredible expression on her face.

She is obviously not aware of the dangers of learning and researching magic, and she simply desires to obtain this powerful power.

Zhang Cheng shrugged his shoulders and explained in a rather helpless tone: "Well, it seems that I need to give you some common sense about magic learning.

First of all, the first point is also a prerequisite for becoming a mage. You must be smart enough to be eligible to accept the test of the archmages. Generally speaking, this step alone can eliminate more than 90.00% of the candidates.

Secondly, learning magic is not like learning other skills. It is very dangerous, very dangerous, so dangerous that even the slightest mistake can cause a huge disaster.For an apprentice who has no self-protection ability, a mistake means death. Are you ready to face death?

Finally, and most importantly, why are you eager to learn magic?What are you going to do with magic?

Is it just a desire to have power?

If so, fighters, paladins, priests, and thieves can all satisfy you. At least you don't need to worry about losing your life at any time during the learning process of these four professions.

If you are just curious, then I advise you to dispel this idea.

Whether it is learning magic or using magic, it is a very serious matter, and there is no room for jokes. "

With a series of rhetorical questions, Jenny completely fell into a state of stupor. She was still a loli, and she didn't know how to answer at all, and she didn't even think about these serious and terrifying questions.

Seeing the little guy sitting there at a loss, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but smiled and shook his head, got up and shouted at the driver in front: "Hey! Where are we now? How far is it from Dalaran?"

"Honorable mage, we are on our way to the farm now. If there is no accident, we can have a steaming meal before sunset. As for Dalaran, we will have to walk for at least three days." The coachman took off his hat and saluted, and replied respectfully.

He didn't close his eyes all night, and he was frightened, which made him look a little depressed, and he has been supported by a strong will to survive until now.

"Three days...well, I see, thank you."

After learning the specific itinerary, Zhang Cheng lay down again, grabbed a handful of unknown nuts from the bag beside him and threw them into his mouth, and began to enjoy the beautiful scenery along the way.

Since it is already autumn, you can see yellow leaves falling with the wind everywhere, coupled with some cute animals, which is quite poetic.

But before he could appreciate it for a long time, three black dots suddenly appeared on the horizon, and he was running towards the caravan. When he got a little closer, he saw that the person running in the front was a man wearing simple leather armor and holding a bow and arrow. A human youth, followed by two undead.

I saw the young man running fast, turning around and shooting an arrow from time to time, because there was no aiming, the flight trajectory of the arrows was basically not accurate, most of them deviated far away, and only two or three hit successfully.

Perhaps for the living, even if the arrow is not fatal, it will cause a series of adverse consequences such as bleeding, pain, and inconvenient movement, but for the undead, it has no effect at all.

One of the undead was holding a two-handed axe, with two arrows stuck in his body, but he still walked like flying.

"The Forsaken! It's the Forsaken! These damned guys are attacking the militia on the farm again!" The caravan owner Old George stood up nervously and shouted loudly.

"Don't worry, I'll get rid of them." Zhang Cheng shook the dust off his body, raised his arm to signal the driver to stop, and then he entered a state of focus on casting spells.

In just a few breaths, a scorching fire came out of his palm.

next second...

boom!

A blazing fireball whizzed past and flew towards the frontmost undead.

"Mage?!"

The young man holding the bow and arrow was startled at first, and immediately showed undisguised joy on his face, and rolled on the spot, avoiding the flight path of the fireball.

As soon as he finished dodging with his front feet, he heard a violent explosion from behind. The suffocating heat wave instantly burned off the fine hairs on the surface of his skin. In the dark pit, lying on the ground, doing the last struggle before dying.

"Ha! Goodbye! Dead man!" With a grinning grin, the young man pulled out the ax from his waist, and slammed the opponent's head off.

Another Forsaken found that his companion had been killed, turned around and ran into the depths of the woods without saying a word, shouting loudly in the unique language of the undead while running, not knowing whether he was calling for help or issuing a warning.

As a person who has always believed in "Cut the grass without eradicating the roots, and the spring breeze blows and regenerates", Zhang Cheng naturally would not let any enemy go. He started to catch up with the target with a flash, and used the frost nova to freeze the opponent in place. He cast a fireball technique, knocked him to the ground, and finally did not use a flame impact. After confirming that he was dead, he turned his head and looked up and down at the young man holding a bow and arrow.

Chapter 18 A New Plague

A head of thick short brown hair, a slightly messy short beard, two dark blue eyes without panic and fear, and a few scars on the angular face. He is about 1.8 meters tall. Although he is very young, But it is obvious that he has participated in many fierce battles, and his whole body reveals a smell of blood and fire.

As for the leather armor equipped on his body, it was covered with patches, especially the two gaps on his chest and waist were still oozing blood. Although they were only skin traumas, they must be very painful.

"Uh... Mr. Mage, is there anything wrong with me?" The young man stroked his beard in embarrassment.

He was obviously not used to people staring at him all the time, so he was a little at a loss.

Zhang Cheng noticed this and waved his hand gently: "No, it's nothing, I just think it's incredible that you can run so fast with your injuries. By the way, what's the matter with these undead? Could it be that they Do you dare to launch an attack in broad daylight?"

"Hey, these are minor injuries, it's not a problem, I'm used to it."

The young man smiled honestly, then turned around and stared at the dead body on the ground, his expression soon became serious.

"As for the attacks of the undead, they have only become more and more frequent in the last half month. Perhaps because of the autumn harvest, they always want to pass through our guards and put a weird green color on the barn and the place where the livestock feed is stored. Any contaminated food and feed will rot and deteriorate in just one hour. It is estimated that they want to use this method to destroy our food reserves in large quantities and plunge us into famine."

"Weird green potion? Got a sample?"

Zhang Cheng suddenly recalled that in the game, the Forgotten Ones seemed to be developing a brand-new plague all the time, and the location was in the Arathi Highlands and Hillsbrad Hills.

"No problem! These damned undead are always carried with you, as long as you rummage through the corpses, you will definitely find them." As he said, the young man bent down and began to touch the corpses of the Forsaken, and found them in about half a minute. A small brown leather bag. When I opened it, it was densely packed with translucent test tubes the size of fingers. "Aha! I found it! That's it. Mayor Burnside plans to send someone to Dalaran to find out what it is."

Zhang Cheng took out one of them and shook it gently, carefully observing the gas-liquid mixture surrounding it, and asked after a while, "How do you deal with those rotten and spoiled grains? Do you know the reaction of people or livestock after eating them?" ?”

"Please, after the Stratholme tragedy, whoever dares to touch the contaminated food will have been burned long ago." The young man explained while continuing to search for the corpses. From weapons to armors, there was nothing that could be used. let go.

Looking at the naked dead body, Zhang Cheng twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, and immediately suggested: "Okay, I think maybe I can try it. Can you help me catch a small animal like a squirrel or a rabbit?"

"It's easy! Please give me a few minutes to prepare." The young man who had harvested a lot quickly packed the spoils with hemp rope, and then acted quickly.

He took off his helmet, supported the edge with a wooden stick, sprinkled a handful of breadcrumbs underneath, tied a thin thread to the end of the stick, and finally retreated far behind the tree.

In less than two or three minutes, sparrows fell from the sky and began to peck at the bread crumbs, completely unaware of what terrible things would happen next.

Snapped!

Taking advantage of the moment when the sparrow's attention was completely attracted by the food, the young man twitched the string violently, and the helmet snapped off, locking up the poor little thing.

He ran to the front in two or three steps, opened a small opening, reached in with one hand, and grabbed the sparrow in his palm: "Look, I caught it! Here it is!"

"Thank you, now let's see what these Forsaken are doing..."

Under everyone's gaze, Zhang Cheng pulled out the cork of the test tube and let the sparrow inhale the green mist.

As a result, in less than half a minute, the sparrow's body swelled rapidly, fully doubling in size, and also grew sharp teeth and claws, struggling frantically to launch an attack.

But how could Zhang Cheng let a sparrow hurt him, even if it was a mutated sparrow.