Casting spells

It stands to reason that if the Forsaken wanted to use the town as a huge plague testing ground, they would definitely send people to watch it 24 hours a day, and cut off contact with the outside world if necessary.

But now, after running so far in one breath, they didn't encounter an ambush, which is really unpredictable.

As a saying goes, the best way to get revenge on a person is not to kill him directly, but to let him live in fear of waiting for the eve of death all the time.

From Zhang Cheng's point of view, the reason why the Forsaken hasn't launched an attack yet is because they want to create a similar effect and consume their own vigilance and energy, so he won't give the other party a chance.

Time flies, two hours passed in the blink of an eye...

Accompanied by the sound of hoofbeats, three healthy horses galloped along the majestic foot of Alterac Mountain towards the scenic Lake Lordamere.

Just as the violet shield covering the magic kingdom of Dalaran rose on the horizon, three Forsaken men riding death steeds suddenly sprang out of the woods.

Two of them were wearing fine chain mail and holding a hunting bow made entirely from the bones of unknown creatures. At first glance, they looked completely different from the Forsaken they had encountered before.

As a half-game fan, Zhang Cheng noticed the badges on their chests at a glance, and immediately warned loudly: "Be careful! These two guys are members of the elite unit of the Forgotten Ones - the Undead Sentinels!"

"Death... the sentinel of the dead?" Old George shivered involuntarily, hugging his daughter tightly with one hand, and whipped the whip with the other hand, forcing the slightly tired mount to make a final sprint.

Anyone who knows something about the formation of the Forsaken army will know this secret organization that is as famous as the Stormwind SI: [-].

Most of their role is not to fight frontally, but to perform a series of important tasks such as assassination, sabotage, and surveillance. Each of them is an elite among the elites, commanded by the dreaded demon king Varimathras himself. Can do it.

Seeing an enemy, Garrick drew his bow and set an arrow without saying a word, and shot an arrow at the nearest Forsaken.

"Hey, you stupid fool." The Forgotten sneered and taunted, and also drew the bow at a very fast speed, shooting a sharp arrow that glowed with black light.

Although there is a time gap of two or three seconds between the two, the time to complete the action is almost the same.

The moment the two arrows collided in mid-air, dazzling golden sparks burst out, followed by the next second...

The black arrow that belonged to the Forsaken split Garrick's ordinary arrow in half effortlessly, pierced into his shoulder with a puff, and in less than two or three seconds, the skin around the wound appeared A large, swollen and nasty sore appeared.

"Ahhhhh!!!!!!"

Stimulated by the severe pain, the young man couldn't help but let out a miserable cry, and hurriedly held on to the rein so as not to accidentally fall.

"Damn it!" Zhang Cheng cursed in a low voice, raised his hand to the Forsaken who just shot an arrow, and released the instant skill - Flame Shock.

But what surprised him was that the opponent was not hit by a powerful impact like the previous enemy at all. Instead, after a flash of red light, it had no effect at all.

Before Zhang Cheng could figure out what happened, the last Forsaken man wearing a black cloak suddenly accelerated to the front, and immediately took out a fiery red staff from his arms and poked it at the ground.

boom!

With him as the center, everything about four meters around was engulfed by the scorching flame shock wave.

Zhang Cheng only felt dizzy for a while, and he spun 360 degrees in mid-air, and finally fell hard, rolling three or four meters on the ground before stopping.

As for the poor horse, it has become a charred corpse beyond recognition, and there is no way to ride it.

"Leave me alone! Run! Run! Report to Dalaran!" Zhang Cheng gave the final order while struggling to get up.

He was undoubtedly very clear that if he wanted to save his life and win this battle, the only way out was to do everything possible to hold back the opponent and let old George and Garrick go to rescue the soldiers.

Although his self-confidence swelled a little after getting the arcane power, he was not stupid enough to think that he could deal with the elite of the Sanming Forsaken at the same time, and one of them was not a weak mage.

"Understood! Please persevere!" Garrick nodded while suppressing the severe pain.

Undoubtedly, he knew that he would not be of much help by staying here except to add to the chaos, so he ran forward without looking back...

Chapter 24 A duel between mages

"Want to go rescue soldiers? It's not that easy! Go, catch up with me and get rid of those annoying little mice. As for the living mage, leave it to me to deal with it." Saying that, the victim holding the staff The Forgotten Man tightened the reins, slowing down the speed of the death horse, and kept circling around Zhang Cheng, his eyes glowing strangely red.

Obviously, she is the leader of this ambush team, and she is also a powerful mage specializing in fire. The shock wave just now is the best proof.

If the horse hadn't suffered most of the injuries, Zhang Cheng believed that it would be absolutely impossible for him to suffer just a few bruises and bruises, or even lose half of his life.

Under the threat of death, his nerves tensed quickly, and he didn't dare to be distracted at all, let alone stop the other two Forsaken from chasing and killing Garrick, Old George, and Little Jenny. I hope that the three of them can run faster, at least rush into Dalaran's warning range before being killed.

"Hehe, what, are you worried about your friend?" The Necromancer raised his mouth, with a teasing expression on his face.

It can be seen that she really likes to torture the opponent's spirit before the battle, so that she can't concentrate on the battle.

You must know that the battle between mages is not like fighters and thieves. In many cases, muscle memory can replace the brain to make judgments. They need to observe more carefully to confirm what kind of spell the opponent will release next, so as to protect and counterattack in advance.

This also means that any distraction will lead to misjudgment. A mage does not have a strong body and vigorous vitality like a warrior, so the result of a misjudgment is death.

Although Zhang Cheng has only become a mage for a few days, he is very aware of his own strengths and weaknesses, and responded with a sneer: "I'm sorry to disappoint you, they are not my friends. To be precise, we have only known each other for less than two days." , without the kind of deep friendship you imagined, even if they were killed, I would not be sad, at most sighed the impermanence of fate. After all, mortals are mortal, and I will use my power to make their deaths meaningful significance."

"Oh? You seem very confident? Haven't you noticed the huge gap in strength between us?" The necromancer gently waved the staff in his hand, releasing a small dark red magic vortex.

Through this vortex, even people who don't know magic can clearly feel the pure fire elemental energy contained in it. One of the criteria to measure the strength of a mage is the purity of one's own magic power.

Because pure energy can greatly increase the power of spells.

Taking fireball as an example, the higher the purity of the magic power of the caster, the higher the temperature of the flame, and the stronger the shock wave generated by the explosion;

Frostbolt is just the opposite. The higher the purity of the magic power, the lower the temperature of the Frostbolt, and the hardness of the ice will increase significantly, and it can even pierce a shield instantly.

There is no doubt that Zhang Cheng's current magic power is only half of the enemy's at most. According to the game, the opponent's mage level is at least ten levels or more higher than him.

Even if he used the flame protection enchantment, he couldn't resist the flame spells fired by the opponent several times.

Generally speaking, under such a huge gap in strength, any resistance is futile, and it would be better to just wait for death.

But Zhang Cheng still has a hole card, a hole card that can kill the opponent directly although it is risky.

This hole card is a silver rune stone that he hides in the large robe. As long as the rune stone is inserted into the opponent's body and the violet barrier is activated, the violent magic energy will completely destroy an undead in just a few seconds Creature, even if it is a thick-skinned abomination.

Seeing that Zhang Cheng neither spoke nor gave up his resistance, the necromancer spread his hands regretfully: "Well, it seems that you are a stubborn guy. If that's the case, let the game begin."

As soon as the words were finished, a dazzling red flame suddenly appeared from her hands.

Zhang Cheng, who had been waiting for a long time, gave the opponent a magic counter without thinking.

Although the power gap between the two was a bit large, the countermeasures took effect.

Under the influence of a turbulent flow of magic, the fire from the necromancer's hand completely lost control, exploded with a bang, and retreated several steps in embarrassment. Cast any fire-related spells.

But she didn't panic, instead she laughed and praised: "Great! A wonderful countermeasure, but unfortunately, it can't make up the gap between us. Even if I don't use my best fire magic, You are doomed to fail."

"Don't play tricks, dear undead lady, I know this place is not far from Dalaran, if you don't move faster, the archmage of the Kirin Tor Council may teleport over at any time." Zhang Cheng did not move while provoking Move forward sensually.

His plan was to first shorten the distance between the two of them to a place that could be reached by a blink technique, and then insert the rune into the other's maggot-covered mouth with lightning speed.

Only one chance!