Casting spells

You must know that the ambient temperature of the Burning Plains alone has reached an astonishing 55 degrees Celsius, and the closer to the Blackstone Mountain, the higher the temperature. It is estimated that it is not worth making a fuss if it reaches [-] to [-] degrees Celsius around the Blackstone Tower.

According to the conclusions drawn by scientists on the earth, the average adult can persist in an environment of 71 degrees Celsius for at most one hour; 82 degrees Celsius can persist for less than 10 minutes; once it exceeds [-] degrees Celsius, at most half of them will disappear and they will die.

All of the above are under the premise of not doing strenuous exercise!

As we all know, the more a person is fighting, the more heat the body needs to dissipate.

Zhang Cheng couldn't imagine who in the so-called "correct history" could defeat Ragnaros in such a terrifying environment.

Are they all a group of forgotten people who don't need to breathe, don't need to rest, don't have a heartbeat, and don't even belong to normal life forms?

Walking slowly along the endless black scorched earth, Zhang Cheng carefully avoided huge scorpions, wargs with brown-red fur, and fire and lava elements that appeared near the magma from time to time.

In less than four hours, his whole body was soaked in sweat, and there was only three days' worth of drinking water left in his magic pocket.

If he couldn't find a place to replenish drinking water within three days, he could only start to consume a lot of mana to artificially create fresh water.

What was even more frightening was that in the Burning Plain where the terrain was devastated, he couldn't recognize the direction at all, whether it was the compass affected by the disordered magnetic field or the sky covered in gray smoke.

The only thing that can barely be used as a mark is the huge towering volcano in front of it——Black Stone Mountain.

In desperation, he had no choice but to use the orb of deceit to transform himself into the appearance of a black stone orc warlock, and walked straight towards the black stone mountain.

At least with this outfit, you won't be directly attacked by orcs and black dragons along the way. As for the rest, let's take one step at a time.

Zhang Cheng believes that as long as he can stand in front of Nefarian, the black dragon prince, he will be able to gain the trust of the other party, and even personally participate in the process of creating colorful dragons and dragon beasts.

On the road of transcendence, there is no so-called good and evil, good and evil, but only endless power and knowledge.

Through continuous learning, he can uncover the secrets hidden behind the parchment, no longer be played by anyone, and truly control his own future and destiny...

Chapter 344 Black Dragon Prince

Along the path where the crimson magma flowed, Zhang Cheng kept moving forward with one foot shallow and one foot shallow.

The continuous high temperature environment has already made his brain a little dizzy, and he can't remember that it is the first few days since he entered the Burning Plains, and even if he keeps cooling his body with frost spells, it still can't relieve his physical and psychological fatigue. .

As a resident of a modern city with well-developed public transportation, it was the first time for him to realize how hard and painful it is to travel.

Fortunately, pretending to be an orc warlock saved him a lot of unnecessary trouble.

Although they are occasionally attacked by fire elements and lava elements, the Blackstone orcs stationed in the simple fortress, as well as the black young dragons, young dragons, and dragonmen wandering in the hilly area, no longer take the initiative to attack, and occasionally there will be The orc took the initiative to greet him.

However, since he couldn't understand the orc language at all, he didn't dare to have too much contact with the other party. He could only pretend to be cold and nodded, and then left without saying a word.

Undoubtedly, although this approach avoids being debunked to a certain extent, it also cuts off the shortcut to the upper level of the Blackstone Tower.

Just when Zhang Cheng began to doubt whether the little physical strength left could support him to walk to the Blackstone Tower, a huge black shadow suddenly passed over his head, followed by a strong wind.

Before his dull brain could react to what happened, a young black dragon stretching more than six meters fell from the sky, blocking the only way to go.

"Humble human! Master wants to see you!"

"Master?" Zhang Cheng instantly realized that his identity had been exposed, and a trace of nervousness flashed in his eyes.

"That's right! Don't try to resist or run away, I promise you will be killed by me and my brothers and sisters before your ridiculous spell takes effect." After that, the young dragon opened its mouth and let out a loud roar .

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen black dragons ranging from five meters to seven meters flew over from all directions one after another.

They kept hovering in the sky, and some of them even sprayed out the dragon's breath that mixed the double damage of shadow and fire to demonstrate.

Obviously, these young dragons are no longer pure black dragons, but a special species transformed by the black dragon prince Nefarian. This dual-attribute dragon breath also has a famous name called Shadow Flame...

According to gossip from unknown sources, only the armor made of the scales of adult black dragons can withstand the attack of the shadow flames, otherwise, once ordinary people are exposed to the shadow flames, they will be swallowed on the spot, and even the bones and scum are left. not come down.

Zhang Cheng didn't want to try the power of the Shadow Flame at all, so he wisely didn't choose to resist, but took the initiative to change back to his original appearance, and responded with a smile: "Then what are you waiting for, lead the way, I can't wait Want to meet the great Nefarian, and his ongoing experiments."

"Hmph! Stand still! I'll take you to see the master right now." The black dragon shook its head contemptuously, stretched out its right paw to rest on Zhang Cheng's shoulder, and then chanted the ancient dragon language magic loudly.

Soon, the energy in the air became restless, and finally gathered into a wave of energy that could tear apart the space. One person and one dragon disappeared without a trace in less than 3 minutes.

After the intense squeezing and dizziness disappeared, Zhang Cheng slowly opened his eyes, and found that he had already arrived at the top of the Black Stone Tower. Black Rock Volcano.

On the spacious platform, a man wearing black armor and a bright crown of flames was sitting on the highest throne, his eyes were shining with terrifying golden light.

There is no doubt that he is none other than Neltharion, the eldest son of "Deathwing", the current leader of the Black Dragon Legion, and the elder brother of the Black Dragon Princess Onyxia, the famous Nefarian.

Although Zhang Cheng had already seen a real giant dragon in A Song of Ice and Fire, he still felt a bit of Fazi's instinctive trembling and fear in front of the dragon's power emanating from the other party.

Not to mention him, even the black young dragon that was sent over prostrated itself on the ground, lowering its head to show its humility to its master.

"Interesting human beings, can you tell me what drove you to the dangerous Burning Plains? What made you persevere in such a harsh and difficult environment? Honor? Wealth? Or strength?" After a long silence, Naifa Lian first broke the silence and asked in a playful tone.

As the owner of the Blackrock Spire, no matter what happens in the Burning Plains or the Scorching Canyon, he can't hide it from his eyes.

In fact, from the moment Zhang Cheng walked through the gate, he hid in the dark and observed silently, trying to figure out the purpose of the other party's visit.

You must know that the Burning Plains is not a place where normal people would come. Whether it is the Alliance or the Horde, they barely maintain an outpost for spying on intelligence, so generally speaking, every guy who comes to the Burning Plains, They often carry some kind of important task and mission.

But after a period of observation, Nefarian discovered that Zhang Cheng did not go to the Morgan sentry established by the alliance, but went straight to the Black Rock Volcano.

This kind of abnormal behavior undoubtedly aroused his interest, so there is today's scene.

"No, Your Royal Highness, the driving force behind my progress is neither honor, nor wealth, nor power, but knowledge. If you don't mind, please give me a living body, and I will show you some interesting research results Then you will understand the purpose of my coming." Zhang Cheng bowed neither humble nor overbearing, and made a request at the same time.

He understands that if he can't prove his worth in the first place, then what awaits him next is likely to be death or more terrible torture than death.

"Oh? Red, send a prisoner up." Nefarian ordered to a glowing bead beside the seat.

After a while, a human with bloody wounds all over his body was escorted to the hall. Some of the wounds were already festering and festering. If it weren't for the physical fitness of Azeroth humans far surpassing that of Earth, they would have died from this injury alone. up.

But he is not much better now, not only has he lost the strength to resist, but his eyesight is also very lax. If he is not treated in time, he will die within two or three days at most.

The extremely indifferent Zhang Cheng didn't care about the plight of the captives at all, and poured a small bottle of red jelly-like mucus into the target's mouth in front of the Black Dragon Prince.

moment!

The dying prisoner suddenly let out a roar, followed by the muscles all over his body swelled at an exaggerated speed, and his height also grew from 1.8 meters to over [-] meters. Its terrifying power could not be resisted even by the orc warriors. His neck was strangled by a thick arm...

Chapter 345 The Evil Ally

"Ahhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

After killing two orc warriors from the Blackrock clan, the completely irrational man rushed towards Nefarian's throne with bloodshot eyes.

He didn't seem to be affected by the dragon power unintentionally emanating from the other party, so he smashed down hard with his fist the size of a sandbag.

Unfortunately, before he touched the target, the Black Dragon Prince raised his hand and waved it lightly as if to repel flies.