Casting spells

"As you can see, it is a book, a book that records how to summon and control demons. We noticed that you seem to be very interested in the ritual of summoning void walkers, so I sent it here as a friendly gesture." Sophia With her slender waist twisting, she came closer and explained in a voice full of temptation.

When talking, she deliberately put her body very close to let the faint scent of perfume on her body come out.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Zhang Cheng felt that after he smelled this smell, his interest in that aspect suddenly rose.

This change made the alarm ring in his heart, and he pushed the other party away without mercy, and at the same time issued a warning: "Don't come near me, or I guarantee that your end will be either a charred corpse or an ice sculpture."

"Wow, that's really ruthless. I feel like I'm liking you more and more now. Why don't you pretend to join the Syndicate, and then we join hands to kill the Duke. Then you will be the leader, and I will be your assistant and lover. How about that?" Sample?"

"Sorry, I'm not interested. After the presents are over, you can go. I'll give you ten seconds, and if you haven't disappeared from my eyes after ten seconds, you will understand how serious the consequences of angering a mage are. " Zhang Cheng raised his head, his eyes shot out a chilling light.

No need to ask, he already started to regard Sophia as an NPC in the game. If the other party still doesn't leave, he will never show mercy just because the other party is a sexy beauty...

Chapter 22 Resist Temptation

"Okay, okay, I'm leaving now, I'm such an incomprehensible guy, maybe you'll have to wait a few years to realize the joy of being a man." Sophia raised her hands to express her surrender, and grabbed the man who was still on the bed. The leather armor and clothes on his feet jumped out of the window, and disappeared out of sight in less than three to five seconds.

Although she is now bewitched by the evil spell, it does not affect her IQ and judgment, especially the rapidly gathering magical energy in the room, even an idiot can detect it.

Perhaps in the next second, a spell with huge destructive power will roar, and no rational person will choose to stay where he is.

Watching the other party leave, the cold light in Zhang Cheng's eyes began to fade away slowly. He bent down to pick up the book that fell on the ground, and carefully opened the first page.

I saw that it was written in crooked human lingua franca: "Are you longing for power, young man? If so, come to me, and I can give you power stronger than arcane magic—Marez Caul. "

"Hahahaha! Simple and straightforward, I like it." Zhang Chengzhen couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing.

Maybe others don't know who Marez Kaur is, but he is very clear that she is an orc female sorceress who apparently works for Syndicate, but secretly loyal to a mysterious organization called Argus Resuscitation, and Argus Resuscitation seems to be It is inextricably linked with the Burning Legion.

That is to say, even if he doesn't read the content inside, he still knows that there must be a lot of taboo knowledge related to shadows, evil energy, and demons. Legion minions.

Back then, the founder of the Shadow Council, Gul'dan, fell under this temptation step by step, almost ruining the future of the orcs.

Feeling the evil energy slowly boiling up on the pages of the book, Zhang Cheng stuffed it into his backpack without thinking, not even interested in opening it, at least not until he had a certain amount of relevant knowledge and discerning ability. Go read what's inside.

You must know that Azeroth is not like a martial arts novel, where you can cultivate a peerless magic power by picking up a cheat book.

In this world full of conspiracies and tricks, if you pick up a book full of mysterious power on the side of the road, the biggest possibility is not to gain powerful power, but to be bewitched and brainwashed by the demons of the Burning Legion or the ancient evil gods, and eventually become the opponent's servant.

As a mage who has obtained arcane power, Zhang Cheng doesn't think it is necessary for him to take huge risks to study evil energy and shadow energy, or even deal with demons.

After putting away the books, he quickly locked the doors and windows, lying on the hard wooden bed in a large size, without taking off his clothes, shoes and socks, staring straight at the wooden board above his head, and fell into a drowsy sleep not long after. .

Early the next morning, when he woke up with his eyes open, he could already hear the noise coming from outside. He got up and opened the window, and the first thing he saw was the busy farmers. Under the protection of the guards, the food in the surrounding fields was harvested in an orderly manner.

Although everyone knows that at the current speed, it is impossible to complete the heavy autumn harvest task before the first autumn rain, but they still try their best to race against time.

Because if the rain wets the mature ears of wheat, it will not take long for the grains to become moldy and rot.

Maybe in peacetime, they will avoid such situations by drying them in the sun.

But now, not to mention drying the grain, even walking out of the fence may be attacked by the Forsaken, and he can only watch the results of half a year of hard work come to naught.

Looking at these ordinary people who have suffered so much, Zhang Cheng suddenly felt that he was quite lucky. At least on the parallel earth that was both familiar and unfamiliar, he didn't have to worry about a madman trying to conquer or destroy the world.

Just when he felt some inexplicable feelings, Garrick appeared by the window leading a black horse, and greeted him in a slightly excited tone: "Good morning, Mr. Mage, I am so glad to see that you have woken up. Knowing that what those undead hate most is the morning sun, so they seldom come out for activities during this period, which is the best time for us to set off."

"What about breakfast? I haven't had breakfast yet." Zhang Cheng joked half-jokingly.

"Look, the pork pie made by Aunt Maggie, I've prepared it for you, you can eat it on the road." Garrick casually threw a leather bag on the saddle over.

Zhang Cheng took it over and opened it, and found that it was stuffed with more than a dozen baked pasta the size of the palm of an adult man. It may be because it has just come out of the oven. presented in front of the eyes.

He didn't even think about it, he just took a bite and ate it up in two or three bites. Then he wiped the residue from the corner of his mouth and asked without raising his head, "Where's old George? He arranged all the caravan affairs." Yet?"

"You mean the businessman? He got up much earlier than you and arranged everything an hour ago. Look, he is waiting for us." After finishing speaking, Garrick pointed to the gate of the town.

Old George was telling a coachman something, and his lovely little daughter followed him, looking around curiously.

"Okay, then let's set off for Dalaran now." Zhang Cheng took his belongings, opened the door and stepped on the black horse with stirrups.

Perhaps for many people living in modern society, riding has become a recreational sport that can only be enjoyed by the rich, but for him who lived on the prairie for a while when he was a child, it is like eating and drinking as simple as that.

In the blink of an eye, he urged the horse to run to the gate.

The mayor of Burnside, who had been waiting for a long time, quickly took out a bulging envelope from his arms: "Mr. Mage, I have written down all the abnormal behaviors of the undead in the recent period, please help pass it to the Kirin Tor Council, I hope It can help to crack the magic plague."

"Don't worry, I swear that I will hand it over to the archmages myself." Zhang Cheng assured without hesitation.

In fact, he also needs such a thing to divert his attention, so as to achieve the purpose of concealing his true identity.

"Thank you very much. Finally, please allow me to wish you all a smooth journey." Mayor Burnside bent down and bowed deeply.

Zhang Cheng rode on the horse and responded with a slight nod, and then took the lead through the city gate and ran towards the northwest at a constant speed. The heavily armed Garrick followed closely behind, and old George and Jenny followed behind on the same horse. , It didn't take a while to disappear on the horizon.

Seeing the dust rising in the distance, the clerk Hellas Whitestead suddenly asked, "Burnside, my old friend, do you think that young mage can help us get through this crisis?"

"Don't ask me, old friend, I don't know. But I know, he is our only hope now..." The mayor sighed, and muttered to himself in a low voice...

Chapter 23 Ambush

As we all know, the fastest running speed of a horse can reach [-] kilometers per hour, but this speed usually cannot be maintained for a long time, and it will slow down in a dozen seconds to half a minute at most.

Generally, when riding on horseback, the speed is mostly maintained at about 150 kilometers per hour to [-] kilometers per hour. After running for an hour or two, you will stop and rest for a while. Be ruthless, [-] kilometers to [-] kilometers can be barely done.

As for a BMW that travels thousands of miles a day, it is actually an exaggerated description. No horse can really run [-] kilometers a day.

Of course, the above common sense about horses only applies to the earth where Zhang Cheng was born.

As for the horses of Azeroth...

Well, in fact, in his eyes, this thing can no longer be called a horse, but another creature that looks very similar to a horse.

Because the black horse under his crotch has been running fast for five and a half hours without any sign of slowing down. It seems that he has inexhaustible physical energy. The knight charges the enemy and even completes the pursuit mission.

We must know that in the medieval battlefield on Earth, a horse can carry a heavy knight at most at a speed of [-] kilometers per hour, complete a limited number of charges, and then fall to the ground exhausted.

It is also a horse, why is there such a big gap?

After all, from the outside, there is nothing special about the horses in the world of Azeroth except that they are taller, thicker, and have a stronger skeleton. But only after you ride them yourself can you feel the monster version hidden in the blood vessels and muscles. strength.

Resisting the pain from the worn skin on the inner thigh, Zhang Cheng turned his head and shouted at the young man behind him: "How far are we from Dalaran?"

"We still have to run for more than two hours! Why, are you tired? Do you want to stop and rest for a while?" Garrick also raised his voice and proposed loudly.

"No, no, let's continue on our way. The closer we are to Silverpine Forest, the more vulnerable we will be attacked by the Forsaken. On the contrary, the sooner we reach Dalaran, the safer we will be." Zhang Cheng shook his head vigorously and refused. The other party's kindness.

It wasn't that he didn't want to stop to let his body that was about to fall apart relax, but that for some reason, there was always an ominous premonition in his heart.