Casting spells

Zhang Cheng really wanted to know how such an organization with neither a clear leader nor a strong binding force survived.

"Ha! It's very simple! Every farm and village that voluntarily chooses to join will elect a representative to be a member of the council, who will be responsible for the decision-making of the entire council. Each of them has the right to vote, and if there is a disagreement, they will discuss it under the auspices of the clerk. vote, and if more than half of them agree, it will be passed and implemented. Of course, since each farm and village has its own position and ideas, the meeting is always spent in constant quarrels." Garrick said helplessly Sighed.

I don't know whether he is sighing for the future of the parliament, or for the selfish nature of human beings.

"Don't worry, it will be fine. Believe me, as long as they learn the truth, they will definitely give up the quarrel and unite again." Zhang Cheng patted the other party's shoulder comfortingly, pushed open the door hard, bought the threshold and left go in.

"I hope so..." the young man murmured in a low voice while quickly following.

As soon as the two entered the hall one after the other, they immediately attracted the attention of many people. One of them, an old man who was panting on crutches, shouted unceremoniously: "Who told you to come in? Get out!"

"Who is this barking old dog? Didn't anyone teach it what is polite and upbringing?" Zhang Cheng sneered and sarcastically mercilessly.

He was not the kind of person who would swallow his humiliation when he was insulted, let alone let a bastard who relied on his elders sit on his head and shit.

"Your Excellency, Master, please calm down. He is Thors, a representative from Lakeside Farm. His son just died in a surprise attack by the undead two days ago, so it is inevitable that he lost control of his emotions." Garrick, who had seen the power of magic with his own eyes, Afraid of any bloodshed, he hurried forward to dissuade him.

"Well, I forgive him this time. But please remember, this is the first time, and it will also be the last time. If I hear similar insults again, I don't mind freezing his mouth with ice." After that, Zhang Cheng swung his right hand violently, setting off a biting cold wind mixed with snowflakes.

He knew very well that if he didn't take some deterrent actions, he wouldn't expect to be taken seriously, let alone gain the right to speak.

When the icy snowflakes fell on the skin of everyone present, they instantly realized that the young man in front of them was not an ordinary person, but a master of arcane power, a person who could shape flames and frost into various forms. A terrifying mage.

All of a sudden, the originally noisy parliament hall was silent, and even the two parties in the quarrel chose to shut up by coincidence.

Looking at those eyes full of vigilance and awe, Zhang Cheng nodded with satisfaction, and at the same time secretly rejoiced that he had chosen the career template of a mage instead of a thief who was accompanied by shadows, otherwise what he would face now would be Another completely different situation.

"Guys, I think you're all wondering who I am and why I'm breaking in here. In fact, I'm here to warn you. As you probably already know, the Forsaken are constantly coming to your barn and Put a dark green potion on the wheat field."

While talking, Zhang Cheng came to the middle of the hall and held up the finger-thin test tube high, trying to let everyone see clearly.

"But you don't know that its function is not only to rot the food, but also to make any people and animals who have eaten it become manic and irrational, madly attacking all living life around them. Simply put, This is a brand new magical plague that is being developed, and you are the test subjects of the plague."

"What!! Plague? Those damned undead are experimenting with us?" A slightly bald middle-aged man suddenly stood up from his chair, with a mixed expression of shock and anger on his face.

"you are?"

"I am the mayor here, Burnside. Mr. Mage, is what you said just now true? What evidence is there?" The middle-aged man asked impatiently.

Knowing the other party's identity, Zhang Cheng immediately turned around and waved at Garrick: "Come here, take out the sparrow's body, and let our mayor and fellow councilors have a look."

"Okay!" Garrick threw the bloody corpse on the table without saying a word.

boom!

"My holy light! This... is this a sparrow?" Burnside's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe what he saw.

After all, it is absolutely impossible for a normal sparrow to grow sharp teeth and blood-red eyes. As for the pair of black glowing claws, it clearly reveals the traces of being corroded by shadow energy.

"Yes, this is a sparrow. To be precise, it was still an ordinary sparrow before inhaling the dark green plague. If you don't want Stratholme's tragedy to repeat itself here, you'd better give up the quarrel and unite Response to the crisis."

Burnside nodded vigorously: "I understand what you mean, please tell me, what do you need us to do?"

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Zhang Cheng asked straightforwardly: "It's very simple. First, strengthen your vigilance and don't give the Forsaken any chance. If possible, it's best to capture one or two living prisoners. Secondly, Send someone to Southsea Town to see if there is any information that can be shared. Finally, prepare a few fast horses. I will rest for the night today. I will set off for Dalaran tomorrow morning and deliver these plagues to At the hands of the Council of the Kirin Tor, see if the Archmages can crack the secret."

"No problem! Garrick, take this mage to eat something first, and notify the stables to prepare some good horses..."

Chapter 21 Gifts

Dominated by a great sense of crisis, this loose parliament passed a series of decisions with great efficiency, including continuing to recruit and train the militia, expanding the scope of patrols, and sending messengers to Nanhai Town.

There was no wrangling, no quarreling, and no excuses. Everyone assumed their own responsibilities and obligations.

Because they all know very well what the word magic plague represents. Once they lose their precious lives, wealth, power, and beauty will become meaningless.

Of course, none of this has much to do with Zhang Cheng. He just wants to use the power of the town to increase the mission contribution as much as possible and strive to get the best rewards.

In fact, the "New Plague" quest was not focused on this from the beginning, but on Dalaran.

Only by attracting the attention and vigilance of the Kirin Tor Council, can the plague be cracked.

Otherwise, the magic knowledge and alchemy knowledge he currently possessed would not be enough to deal with such a profound and complicated subject.

To be exact, he didn't even know what the basic ingredients of the dark green gas-liquid mixture in the bottle were.

Just when Zhang Cheng was eating the steaming hot stew and thinking about what he was going to do next, Garrick suddenly broke into the house and shouted loudly: "Mr. Mage, the room is ready, you can eat it anytime after you are full." Go to rest. Besides, the mayor has asked me to inform you that three fine horses have been fed with fresh oats, and they will be in top condition tomorrow morning."

"Okay, thank you. Go and do your work. I'll go to bed after I finish eating. You know, I didn't sleep well all night last night. I must make up for it today." As he said, Zhang Cheng pointed to himself With thick dark circles under his eyes, he raised his glass and took a sip of the town's home-brewed wine.

Although this inferior wine brewed with primitive techniques did not meet his taste, he concealed it very well and did not show it at all.

"Then you have a good rest, I'm going to prepare and set off with you tomorrow." Garrick didn't notice anything strange at all, nodded slightly, then turned and left.

As soon as he left, Old George, who was sitting across the table, asked cautiously: "Your Excellency, are you really planning to intervene in this matter? When I passed by South Sea Town, I heard that some people were also secretly investigating the plague." things, but since they left South Sea Town, they have never been able to come back."

"Oh? You know?" Zhang Cheng looked up in surprise.

"Well, I know a little bit. Among the Forsaken, there is a group of organizations that call themselves the Royal Pharmacists' Association. They are very mysterious and often capture some living people as test subjects. Anyone who tries to investigate deeply will die without exception. You saved the lives of me and my daughter, so I hope that something bad happens to you." Old George said sincerely.

As a businessman who constantly travels between towns and cities, he has been exposed to far more information than ordinary people, and he understands how dangerous the world is.

"It's really not easy. You actually know the Royal Pharmacists' Association in the Undercity. Don't worry, I know what I'm doing and who the enemy I'm going to face is." Zhang Cheng deliberately pretended not to care , lowered his head and quickly finished the food on the plate, then pushed open the door and walked into the bedroom without looking back.

Old George sighed slightly, drank the wine in the glass in one breath, said nothing, just took his daughter's hand and walked into the next room.

He didn't close his eyes all night, he was exhausted at this moment, he just wanted to sleep quickly, ride a fast horse tomorrow morning, and hand over the precious arcane crystal to Archmage Anslem Luinvivor, saving What a surprise.

However, Old George apparently didn't notice that the moment Zhang Cheng just crossed the threshold, he froze for a moment, with a very strange expression on his face, and then closed the door.

The reason is very simple. On his own bed, he saw a young and beautiful girl, and this girl was only wearing light silk underwear, and the faintly visible curves added a charm and temptation out of thin air.

"Who are you? Don't tell me that Frank called you here. I don't think there are any women in this remote country town who can afford silk." Zhang Cheng tilted his head while admiring the beautiful scenery in front of him. The corner of his mouth teased.

After all, he is not the kind of idiot who can't walk when he sees a woman. For any beautiful woman who offers to come to his door, his first reaction is to be vigilant, instead of jumping up and using his lower body instead of thinking.

"Pretty keen observation, I now understand why the Duke values ​​you so much. Come on, come to bed, I have a small gift for you." The woman licked her lips and issued an invitation.

Obviously, she is none other than Sophia who was assassinated by the succubus not long ago.

Due to the influence of evil spells, she completely abandoned her proud self-esteem, and turned into a sexy stunner who could make men boil with just hooking her fingers.

But Zhang Cheng obviously didn't like this, and he still responded calmly on the spot: "You don't need to go up, just take out the gift. Of course, if the gift refers to you, then please leave and leave the room directly." .I am very tired now, and I need to sleep well, instead of wasting my remaining energy on women, God knows if you will suddenly pierce my heart with a dagger when you are unprepared."

"Hehehehe, you are actually afraid of a woman who is naked? Should I praise you for being cautious, or should I laugh at you for being timid?" Sophia let out a chuckle, turned over and jumped off the bed, and put a yellowed book Throw it over.

Out of caution, Zhang Cheng didn't pick it up with his hands directly, watching the thick book fall to the ground with a bang.

Seeing the ominous patterns on the cover, he immediately frowned and asked, "What is this?"