Casting spells

He must be extremely cautious, and must never let the other party perceive his true intentions.

"Don't worry, living people, I guarantee that you will turn into a corpse before the Dalaran archmages arrive. Of course, out of appreciation for you, I decided to bring your corpse back to the Undercity to resurrect , become one of us. The Queen of Darkness always welcomes talented people to join the Forsaken." After speaking, the necromancer slowly raised his right hand.

I saw that the lavender light was getting stronger and stronger at her fingertips, and in the blink of an eye, several light spheres traced gracefully in the air and flew straight to where Zhang Cheng was.

Arcane Missile!

Zhang Cheng recognized this simple but deadly spell at a glance!

Unlike most magics that require time to prepare, Arcane Missiles do not require preparation, but require the mage to concentrate on guiding them after release to ensure that the missile will follow the target until it hits.

Seeing this scene, he was still thinking about how to divert his opponent's attention, and he was ecstatic in his heart. Immediately, he flashed up to him and stuffed the rune into the opponent's mouth: "Rest in peace, ma'am, this duel is I won."

next second...

The silver rune burst out powerful energy, and the gorgeous violet light formed a small magic barrier in just a few seconds.

The necromancer didn't even react, and under the burning of the magic energy, it turned into a pool of disgusting jelly, and at the same time exuded a pungent smell.

As for the magic missile that lost the guidance of the mage, it quickly dissipated in the air without a trace.

Watching the enemy's tragic death, Zhang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, and muttered to himself in a voice only he could hear: "Arrogance is a kind of poison, especially for mages. It seems that I have to remind myself all the time." Be humble and never make a mistake like this. Thank you, my enemy, for giving me a good example of a negative..."

Chapter 25 Anslem Ruinverwer

Undoubtedly, the female necromancer who went with her never took Zhang Cheng seriously from the beginning to the end, and kept holding a cat-and-mouse mentality.

It is estimated that in her eyes, it is absolutely easy to deal with a young mage who is much weaker than herself, so she wants to add a little fun and get some kind of spiritual satisfaction by teasing and torturing the enemy.

But unfortunately, she made a mistake, a fatal mistake.

Zhang Cheng is not a native of Azeroth, so his way of thinking is not like that of a "normal" mage, who is obsessed with using various spells to defeat his opponents to prove his superior skills.

His purpose is only one, and that is to kill the enemy. Whether it is spells or swords, they are just means. There is no need to worry about it. Use whichever is faster and more efficient.

As for the dignity of the so-called mage mentioned in many books, he didn't care at all.

Because things like dignity have always been reserved for those who survived, to be precise, for those who won the final victory. What the losers will always get is humiliation and death...

After simply wiping the wound on his forehead that was broken by gravel, Zhang Cheng bent down to pick up the staff that belonged to the necromancer, and instantly felt a hot energy flowing down his arms all over his body, as if putting his whole body in the flames middle.

"It's no wonder that the shock wave just now killed a strong horse in an instant. It turns out that this is a staff that can enhance the power of fire spells." He muttered softly, and inserted the staff into the backpack behind him, carefully walking towards the ground. The death steed, motionless in place, approached.

Now that his mount had returned to the west, he now had to fight the attention of the enemy mounts.

You must know that although the huge magic shield covering the ruins of Dalaran can already be seen on the horizon, there are still at least several kilometers to go.

What's more, Zhang Cheng's current physical condition is not very good. There are seven or eight wounds, large and small, oozing blood. Although most of them are skin trauma, they will hurt deeply when he moves a little. He urgently needs to rush to a safe place to clean and bandage , otherwise the infection will be troublesome.

With the mentality of giving it a try, he limped to the side of the death horse, reaching out to grab the reins.

But before he could catch it, the bone horse exuding shadow energy suddenly turned around, raised its front hoof and stomped it down hard.

"Damn it! I knew it wasn't that simple!" Zhang Cheng cursed through gritted teeth, and quickly turned sideways to avoid the horse's hooves.

Just when he was about to try for the second time, he suddenly heard a burst of hearty laughter from behind: "Hahahaha! Young man, if I were you, I wouldn't try to approach a death horse. You know that Things, except for the undead, whose races are simply uncontrollable, so you should give up."

"Who are you?" Zhang Cheng turned around vigilantly, and looked up and down the old man who didn't know when he appeared.

I saw him with thick brown hair and beard. He was probably over 50 years old, but his face didn't seem to have many wrinkles. He was wearing a violet robe with golden lace, and he was holding a spinning crystal in his hand. Staff.

Judging from his attire, he might be a mage from the Kirin Tor Council.

"Relax, child, my name is Anslem Ruinvivor, one of the members of the Council of Six, and also the current manager of Dalaran." The old man introduced himself with a slight smile.

Although this self-introduction is very brief, the content contained in it is not simple at all.

According to the basic structure of the Kirin Tor organization, the most powerful are undoubtedly the six archmages known as the Council of Six, including Antonidas who was killed by Arthas, and the blood elf prince Kael'thas Sunstrider. The leader, the red dragon Krasus, and the famous Ronin were all once members of it.

In the near future, the blue dragon Kalecgos, Jaina Proudmoore, will also join one after another.

That is to say, anyone who can enter the six-member council must possess unparalleled magical power, and it can even be said that they alone are worth an army.

Zhang Cheng couldn't believe that such a big man had just casually left the protection of the protective cover and appeared in front of him.

The archmage undoubtedly noticed his surprise, and shrugged his shoulders with a smile: "Why, don't you think that an old guy like me should stay in the tower all day long, rotting with those books that are about to mold? No , young man, compared to the dark mage's tower, I prefer to go outside more often. Tell me, how did you provoke those undead who claim to be the Forgotten? Let them send elite teams to hunt you down?"

"You may not believe it, but I accidentally discovered that they are developing a new plague, and they are using the human farm in the Hillsbrad Hills as a testing ground for the new plague. Here, I have some samples here. There is a distress letter from the mayor of Burnside." As he spoke, Zhang Cheng quickly opened his backpack, took out the things he had prepared, and offered them with both hands.

"A new plague?" Anslem Ruinvivor frowned subconsciously when he heard the news, first he opened the letter and roughly read the contents on one side, then took out a glass test tube, and cast several times in a row After detecting spells, he finally roared with a livid face: "Bastard! Are these guys crazy? How dare they study this evil taboo!"

"Evil taboo?" Zhang Cheng keenly grasped the key words.

"Yes! It's too complicated to explain in detail. You just need to know that although this new plague is still in the experimental stage, its final version is to kill everything, including animals, plants, elemental life, and even undead." Anslem Ruinvivor clenched his fists and explained.

Under the reminder of the Archmage, Zhang Cheng suddenly remembered that in the Wrath of the Lich King expansion pack, the Forsaken seemed to have released a magical plague, killing tens of thousands of Scourge troops in one go.

Of course, it also includes some friendly troops who were "accidentally injured".

Obviously, what he is holding now is an early version of this plague.

Thinking of running so far with a bag of life-threatening things on his back, he broke out in a cold sweat, and hurriedly took out the leather bag containing the test tubes, and carefully placed them on the ground.

Staring at the dark green gas-liquid mixture in the test tube, Anslem Ruinvivor sighed helplessly: "Oh, give it to me, I'll see if I can decipher the ingredients in it, and develop an antidote by the way Oh, I almost forgot, the three people who were traveling with you are now safe, except that it may take some time for the young man who was hit by the cursed arrow to recover, there is no answer for the rest."

"Have they run safely into the warning range of Dalaran?" Zhang Cheng's eyes flickered slightly, and a gleam of joy appeared.

Old George's safe arrival in Dalaran meant that the businessman's ambition mission was completed, and he would soon have a staff that suited him.

The archmage shook his head slightly: "No, no, the patrol found them. Come, grab my arm, and I will take you back to Dalaran now."

"Anyway, I'm relieved to hear that they are safe and sound." After finishing speaking, Zhang Cheng grabbed the other party's left arm.

The moment their fingers touched the clothes, the bodies of the two people suddenly began to twist, as if they were forcibly squashed by an invisible force, and they were squeezed into a narrow passage...

Chapter 26 The Magical City of Dalaran

Darkness, starlight, colorful swirls...

In fact, Zhang Cheng wasn't quite sure what he saw in just a few seconds, but it was undoubtedly so bizarre that he didn't realize when the teleportation was completed.

"Okay, young man, don't be in a daze, follow up quickly, we still have a lot of things to do today." Anslem Ruinvivor urged, while going straight through the mirror-like arch, disappeared instantly. without a trace.

"Interesting, is this magic teleportation..." Zhang Cheng muttered to himself, and hurriedly followed him through the arch.

Only a second later, he found that his eyes suddenly opened up. He was actually standing on the top of a tower more than [-] meters above the ground. Looking down from the top, he could have a panoramic view of the scenery within a few kilometers.

I saw hundreds of tall earth elements, under the control of a small number of mages, methodically stacking stones engraved with magic runes to form a huge ring-shaped foundation.