Casting spells

Without thinking about it, he threw the sparrow out forcefully, and then released the cone of ice technique. Under the terrifying shattered ice strangulation, the sparrow didn't even have a chance to resist, and fell to the ground dead with a thud.

Old George, who had experienced the invasion of the Scourge Legion, stared at the dilapidated bird carcass in horror, and exclaimed tremblingly: "Holy... Holy Light! This is... This is..."

"Ah, that's right, this is a plague, a brand-new magical plague. It seems that the Forsaken is more dangerous and more insane than expected." Zhang Cheng gave an affirmative answer with a solemn expression.

"Damn it! I have to tell the mayor of this news as soon as possible! Mr. Master, can you come with me? I think the town may need your help. Of course, in return, we are willing to provide you with generous rewards." The young man offered the invitation sincerely.

"Okay, it just so happens that we are also going to the town to take a rest, I believe you don't mind, Mr. George?" Zhang Cheng turned around to ask the caravan owner for advice.

Old George hurriedly responded with a wry smile: "No, of course I don't mind. You saved our lives. No matter what you want to do, just do it. I completely follow your arrangement. In addition, please do Don't call me Mr. Sir, just call me Old George."

Seeing that the other party was so knowledgeable, Zhang Cheng nodded with satisfaction, and continued to say to the young man: "In this case, please lead the way, I can't wait to talk to your mayor. You must know that magic plague is not a trivial matter. .”

"I understand, sir, I understand. My uncle was a victim of the tragedy at Stratholme, and all four of his family died under the terrible plague. Come, I will take you to the town of Burnside Chief and Clerk Horace Whitestead."

After saying this, the young man picked up the booty and strode forward along the uneven dirt road.

He didn't notice at all that Zhang Cheng, who had returned to the carriage, was lowering his head at the moment, staring at a scroll of parchment with full concentration, and muttered to himself in a voice that could only be heard by himself wiping the floor: "Sure enough! As long as I When you come into contact with the aborigines of this world, you will release corresponding tasks, the higher the danger, the richer the rewards."

I saw the words written on the parchment scroll: "Mission - New Plague, assist in the investigation of the new plague developed by the Forgotten, and reward a bottle of well water from the Sunwell according to the level of contribution (can be used to create a small eternal energy source ), special ability - camouflage (you can change the appearance of magic items without causing any damage), five bottles of high-quality mana potions...

Chapter 19 The Town

Passing through the endless golden wheat fields, the convoy soon came to a small town surrounded by wooden fences. Although it looked a bit shabby on the surface, the towering arrow towers around and a large number of patrolling militia proved that this place was not that random. A rural town of mermaid flesh, but an armed fortress.

Of course, due to the limitations of funds and metal smelting technology, most of the militiamen's equipment is not very good. Most of them are leather armor and inlaid armor. The weapons are basically spears, bows and arrows. Only a very few elites are equipped with metal armor and long swords.

However, as a defensive side, such strength is enough to cause headaches for the Forsaken, at least before a large-scale army is assembled, there is no good way to take it here.

After all, once they start to gather troops, the alliance will certainly not turn a blind eye, and the result will be a large-scale war.

Whether it is Thrall, the great chieftain of the tribe who has always been known for his wisdom, or Sylvanas, the dark queen who is full of thoughts of revenge on the Lich King, will not allow such a situation to happen.

Perhaps continuous harassment and sneak attacks, creating an atmosphere of tension and panic, allowing local residents to flee by themselves, is the best course of action that the Forsaken can take.

"Stop coming! Please identify yourself!"

As soon as the carriage arrived in front of the gate, the guard standing on a high place raised his bow and arrow and shouted to stop.

"Hi! Frank! Relax! It's me!" The leading youth raised his head and waved his hands vigorously.

"Garrick? Didn't you go out on patrol? God! Why are you injured? No, where did you get the weapons and armor on your shoulders?" The guard hurriedly signaled his companions to open the door, and he got down on the ladder , quickly ran to the front.

The young man named Garrick threw the booty on the ground casually, gave him a warm hug with open arms, and then replied with a big smile: "Holy light bless! You may not believe me if you tell me, I met two damned people today. Undead. Look, this is a memorial they left for me. If I hadn’t met this kind mage, I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to come back alive.”

"Two undead?! Let me see!" Frank grabbed the armor and weapon, and carefully identified the badges and patterns on them.

After about a minute or two, he stood up and said in a very serious tone: "That's right! It's a member of the Tarren Mill Commando. This is the fourth attack this week. It seems that the mayor's prediction is correct. They really want to attack our food reserves."

"No! It's not just that! This Mister Mage told me that those bastards are testing us with a new magical plague." Garrick angrily told the truth that he only learned not long ago.

He couldn't even imagine how terrible the consequences would be if a plague like Stratholme's broke out in the town.

At that time, my relatives, friends, and companions will all lose control under the infection of the plague, and finally I have to kill them by myself. There is nothing more tragic than this in the world.

For a moment, the young man seemed to understand how much pain and suffering the Prince Alsace felt in his heart when he gave the order to massacre the city.

No wonder he chose to fall into darkness in the end, and he also wanted to kill the dreaded demon king Melganis. Only in this way can he give an explanation to himself deep in his heart, and to those relatives and friends who died tragically...

"Plague?! You mean that what the undead dropped on us was a magic plague?!" Frank opened his mouth in surprise.

"Yes! Plague! I don't know the details. Let the mage explain it to the mayor. He did a test just now. He let a sparrow inhale a little green mist, and the sparrow's body doubled in size. , become very aggressive. Can you imagine, if our people or domestic animals accidentally eat contaminated food, what will happen?"

In order to let his companions realize the seriousness of the problem, Garrick said everything he knew without reservation.

"In that case, go see the mayor quickly. Finally, thank you for saving my friend, honorable mage. This magic ring is the spoils of war that I accidentally killed a seriously injured necromancer. I will give it to you now. I'll give it to you as a thank you." Frank said as he took out a ring with a purple glow from his pocket.

Although the surface of the ring was densely covered with scratches due to improper maintenance, the gemstone was still bright.

Zhang Cheng took it in his hand and briefly identified it, and found that it was a Violet Ring, a reward issued to official members by the Kirin Tor Council, which is also a proof of identity.

Its role is to increase the wearer's intelligence and mana recovery speed. There is one in Risen's relic, and this one just makes a pair.

Obviously, the dead necromancer must have been a member of the Kirin Tor Council during his lifetime, but he was forcibly awakened after his death.

Without any hesitation, Zhang Cheng directly put the second Violet Ring on the index finger of his right hand. Feeling that the magical energy was gathering around him faster than before, a gleam of joy appeared on his face, and he bowed slightly while touching his chest with one hand: "Thank you very much, this ring is very useful to me."

"You're welcome, you deserve it. Oh, I almost forgot, Mayor Burnside is currently holding a council in the town hall to discuss how to deal with the increasingly frequent attacks. You'd better report to the council before the council is over Everyone announces the bad news, and there's always some guy out there saying we're making a fuss."

"No problem, this is one of the two purposes of my coming to town. As for the other, it is naturally steaming food and a soft bed." Zhang Cheng joked in a half-joking tone.

"Hahahaha! I promise, you will get the best food and bed later, maybe there will be a warm and beautiful girl on the bed." Frank also laughed happily.

After a simple farewell, a group of people, led by Garrick, walked straight to the tallest building in the town.

After entrusting the convoy to a driver, Old George followed closely with his youngest daughter and a small box full of arcane crystals. After experiencing the fright of last night, he secretly made up his mind that no matter where Zhang Cheng went, He will follow wherever.

It is estimated that in his subconscious mind, only powerful magic can protect his life and property.

Zhang Cheng was keenly aware of this, but he didn't say anything, letting the other party follow.

Just when he arrived at the entrance of the town hall, he suddenly heard a fierce quarrel coming from inside.

"Bastard! What did you just say? Repeat it again!"

"Repeat, repeat! I'm just telling the truth. You, Burnside, have been dazzled by hatred. We need to be busy now. The focus is not on the dead, but on the harvest. If you continue to recruit militia, we will There are not enough hands to harvest the food."

"Are you blind? Can't you see the attacks of the undead? Let me tell you! Since last month, the number of their attacks has been increasing, and now they dare to come out and wander in broad daylight. Could it be that food is more important than life?" ?"

"I'm not blind! But if we can't store enough food in the fall, how will we live next year? Eat air?"

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Chapter 20 Warnings

"It seems very lively inside?" Zhang Cheng stopped and asked with a smile.

Garrick shrugged his shoulders with a wry smile, and explained helplessly: "Yeah, it's been a whole month of quarreling. You know, since the last elite led by Marshal Garithos was wiped out by the Queen of Darkness, most The nobles either died in battle, or fled to the Kingdom of Stormwind further south. Therefore, we don’t have a legal leader and ruler at all. We can only unite together for self-government, form a temporary parliament, and discuss with each other to face the common threat. "

"Parliament? Can you tell me how this so-called parliament works?" Zhang Cheng rubbed his chin with great interest.

According to his understanding, the human society in Azeroth should be a typical aristocratic feudal system, whether it is the destroyed Kingdom of Lordaeron, the Kingdom of Stormwind that is currently in deep trouble, or the faraway land of Kali. Theramore of Mudor, its top rulers all come from the earliest ancient empire of mankind - Thoradin Empire.

In other words, people here are more willing to believe in innate noble blood than ability. In theory, only nobles who have been canonized by the king have the legal right to rule.

But now, an interesting phenomenon appeared in front of him. With the destruction of the last remaining military power of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, a rare power vacuum appeared in the northern region.

The overwhelmed Stormwind Kingdom is temporarily unable to extend its tentacles, and the already dilapidated Stromgarde is also unable to shelter these farmers. Therefore, in order to protect themselves, they had to form a small alliance to try to solve various problems. trouble.