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moment!

A strong energy vortex began to form under his control!

When Zhang Cheng saw this scene, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he asked in a tone of disbelief, "Is there an energy node nearby?"

As the name suggests, the energy node is the place under the feet called Azeroth planet overflowing with magical energy, which is somewhat similar to an underground fountain.

The well-known Well of Eternity and the Well of the Sun are, to some extent, a type of energy node. It is easier for spellcasters to obtain supplements near energy nodes, and the power of spells will also appear to varying degrees. Mutation.

"That's right! There is an energy node near Amber Mill, that's why I chose to stay here. Oh, yes, I almost forgot to introduce myself. My name is Atarik. Nice to meet you." Tarek's archmage offered his right hand.

"I am also very glad to meet you, Your Excellency the Archmage." Zhang Cheng also extended his right hand to shake each other.

After hearing the other party's name, he recalled that the tribe seemed to have a series of tasks related to Amber Mill in Silverpine Forest, the last step of which was to kill the archmage named Atarik.

Of course, games are games and reality is reality.

Not to mention a group of undead who have just crawled out of their graves, even the Forsaken of Silverpine Forest is mobilized, and the archmage may not be able to show his full strength, so until the Undercity decided to launch a full-scale expansion, Amber Mill has always been safe.

"Okay, don't stand there stupidly, outside is not a place to talk, especially in the last two days, the Forsaken didn't know what kind of nerve they had, and sent elite thieves to sneak into the town, and they don't know what to do." Atari As he spoke, Ke took the lead and walked into the house.

Except for Bernice, the rest of the patrol did not follow. They went to the stables to hand over the mounts to the horse breeder, and then dragged the body of Arugal's son to hang on the city wall to boost the low morale.

Passing through the parliament hall, the group of three quickly came to a relatively spacious room. The burning fireplace in the corner dispelled the cold and damp outside, making people feel an indescribable warmth and comfort.

Atarik found a chair casually and sat down, then looked at Zhang Cheng with scrutiny, and asked after a full minute: "I heard from Bernice that you are asking about Shadowfang Castle. information?"

"Yes, master, I hope to regain the "Book of Ur" for the council. You should know best that such dangerous and precious knowledge should never fall into the hands of Arugal, otherwise once the Forsaken gets it, The consequences are unimaginable." Zhang Cheng deliberately pretended to be a messenger of justice to cover up his real purpose.

"Of course I understand! But the question is, have you ever thought about it? The fundamental reason why Silverpine Forest can maintain peace is that Arugal occupied Shadowfang Castle and blocked the Forsaken's attack for us. As long as these living If the dead haven't captured Shadowfang Castle for a day, they don't dare to go south easily, otherwise they may face the danger of being attacked." Atarik asked with a serious face.

"You mean...the existence of Arugal has actually played a role in balancing the situation? The current Silverpine Forest is the Sepulcher, Shadowfang Castle and Ambermere three parties to check each other?"

Zhang Cheng is not an idiot, on the contrary, he is quite smart, so he immediately understood what the archmage wanted to express.

If he attacked Shadowfang Castle now, it would be equivalent to breaking the balance. Obviously, the Forsaken would not easily let go of such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. At that time, Ambermill would directly face the threat of the living dead.

I have to say, this is really a headache...

Chapter 297 The Crazy Plan

Undoubtedly, from a personal point of view, Zhang Cheng didn't care about the life and death of the residents in the town at all. As long as the "Book of Ur" could be captured, it didn't matter how many people died.

But the problem is that Azeroth is different from most fantasy worlds. Here there is a group of guys named Bronze who guard the so-called "correct history". Anyone who tries to damage it will be ruthlessly crushed by them. oppression, even humane destruction.

Therefore, he must consider whether his every move will affect the so-called "correct history", otherwise, it will not be long before a dwarf chick named Chromie will come to his door.

Although this cute character in the game is quite pleasing to the players, Zhang Cheng doesn't want to see each other at all, and if possible, it's best never to meet each other.

When he was struggling with how to capture the "Book of Ur" without changing the "correct history", Atarik, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly knocked on the table forcefully: "Young man, if you can't think of Great solution, how about listening to my suggestion?"

"Oh? You have a solution!" Zhang Cheng had a surprised expression on his face.

"In fact, I have a plan to build a super-dimensional miniature space with the help of energy nodes, and then stuff the entire Amber Mill and its surrounding land into it. In this way, no matter how many troops the Undercity sends, as long as they cannot enter Come on, we can't do anything about it. But it's not easy to do this, I need to build a complex magic barrier first, maybe you can help me complete it." Atarik bluntly said that hidden in his heart idea.

In fact, he had a similar idea when he discovered the magic node.

It's just that Dalaran can't dispatch enough mages and apprentices, so it has been slow to put it into practical action.

But now, a senior member of the Kirin Tor with considerable magical attainments appeared in front of him, and he naturally had to seize the opportunity to complete the most difficult first step.

"Build a super-dimension miniature space!!" Zhang Cheng was obviously taken aback by the almost crazy plan of the archmage.

After all, this involves a lot of profound theoretical knowledge that he has not yet been able to access, and a little carelessness will lead to extremely terrible disasters.

But at the same time, if you can participate in such a large-scale magic project, both experience and spellcasting skills can be greatly improved.

The only thing bothering him now is, how long does it take to build such a complicated magic barrier?

How many days?

How many months?

Or how many years?

There is no way for him to stay in a certain place for more than ten years like a real Dalaran mage, until he completely completes the research he has formulated.

Atarik undoubtedly sensed the other party's worries, and comforted him with a smile: "Relax, I won't occupy you for a long time. In fact, I started a series of preparations half a year ago. You and I will work together for at most two weeks. You can fix the magic enchantment left and right. How about, do you want to join? In return, I can teach you the skills of making and controlling arcane minions."

"It is my honor to be able to cooperate with you." After simply weighing the pros and cons, Zhang Cheng immediately bowed with one hand on his chest.

In just two weeks, he could not only learn knowledge and skills, but also improve his experience in related fields. He really couldn't find any reason to refuse.

"Great! You are welcome to join! Here, take a look, this is the enchantment I personally designed. If there is no problem, I will start work tomorrow morning. As for tonight, you should relax first. One last reminder, The girls in Amber Mill are very unrestrained and enthusiastic, if you are not strong enough, it is best not to ask more than two at a time, otherwise I guarantee you will not be able to get out of bed tomorrow morning. Hahahaha!"

At the end, Atarik couldn't help laughing out loud.

Perhaps the long-planned plan can finally be put into practice, or it may be that he recalled some interesting pictures. In short, he seemed so happy that he forgot the small movements of the Forsaken's frequent spying in recent days.

Zhang Cheng ignored the archmage's playful ridicule, left the meeting hall alone, and walked towards the only hotel in the town that was still open.

Along the way, he noticed that many young girls teased and seduced him with their naked eyes, while the men around him seemed to be accustomed to it.

Obviously, the long-term depressive life leads to people's deep desire to vent, and sex happens to be the simplest and most accessible channel for venting.In addition, the war has caused a serious imbalance in the ratio of men to women, so any younger and more handsome man in the town has become a hot commodity, not to mention that he is a mage with a high status.

However, Zhang Cheng, whose mind was full of longing for power, did not respond to the temptations given by these girls. He went to the hotel and had a simple dinner, then went back to the guest room and took out his heavy notes to read.

Although Anslem Ruinvivor claimed that this notebook contained his experience before becoming an Archmage, but there was nothing lacking in it.

On the contrary, there are more than a dozen spells that are not provided by the mage profession template alone. Pyroblast is just one of them. There are also many ice spear and arcane spells that can only be learned by players at level [-] in the game. Shock, Invisibility, Spell Steal, Dragon's Breath, Slow, Summon Water Elemental, and more.

It can be said that as long as he thoroughly understands the contents of this notebook, he may not be able to reach the level of an archmage, but he is enough to become a powerful high-level spellcaster.

With the cold moonlight once again shining on the Silverpine Forest, the dangerous night came again.

It was less than half an hour into the night, and the loud howling of wolves echoed around the town one after another, especially the pair of green eyes, which made people feel chills in the bottom of their hearts.

But under the watchful eyes of the night guards, these eyes disappeared after a while, and no one knew where they went, nor who the victim would be tonight...

At the same time, behind the Amber Mill Hotel, two furtive figures were using a rope to quietly climb up to the roof of the second floor.

They didn't rush to break through the window, but carefully blew a small bottle of gray gas-liquid mixture through the gap.

After about 5 minutes, one of them gestured to the other.

Without saying a word, the latter hooked the latch with a wire, and turned over and jumped into the house like a dexterous monkey.

His movements were so soft that he didn't even make a sound when he landed.