Casting spells

Of course, he wasn't worried about the life and death of the farmers in the small town, but worried about whether his quest rewards would be reduced because of this.

Garrick smiled wryly and shook his head: "Your Excellency, we are just militiamen without any status, how could we have the opportunity to meet the Archmage. The reason why I came to see you at the first time is to ask you to bring the news to the Kirin Tor. parliament."

"Damn it! What are you waiting for, follow up, I'll take you directly to see Archmage Ansrem Ruinvivor."

Knowing the urgency of the situation, Zhang Cheng didn't even change his wet robe, and rushed out of the house with a flint staff, walking towards the high tower in the center.

Although he didn't know whether the Forsaken were trying to silence them or test the power of the plague, one thing was certain, if he didn't move faster, the town would soon become a place of death filled with monsters...

Chapter 40 The true face of the plague

Passing through the streets that are still under construction and expansion, Zhang Cheng led two young people to the entrance of the tower, and directed at the tall arcane puppets guarding both sides, he directly asked: "I want to see the archmage Your Excellency! Immediately! Immediately!"

A flash of light flashed across the head of the puppet, as if it was communicating with someone. After about a minute, it responded with a metallic voice: "The master agrees to meet you, but only for yourself, not including The two followers behind."

"Okay, I see." Zhang Cheng nodded lightly, turned around and said to Garrick and Frank, "Don't go anywhere, just wait for me here."

"Understood! In fact, we have no other place to go now. According to the messenger's report, South Sea Town seems to be being harassed by a terrible necromancer at the moment, and has no energy to take care of other things, so Dalaran is the only hope for the town. After that, Frank had an almost desperate expression on his face.

He really couldn't think of what else he could do next if he failed to ask for help.

Perhaps it is a good choice to go back and fight desperately with family and friends until you are killed or infected with the plague and become a monster...

Feeling the torment in the hearts of the two young people, Zhang Cheng patted their shoulders comfortingly, without saying anything, turned around and crossed the threshold to disappear into the corridor.

Unlike the previous time when he jumped directly from the top of the tower, this time he climbed up more than 200 steps in one go before entering the alchemy laboratory on the top floor out of breath.

Before he could say a word of greeting, Anslem Ruinvival, who was standing in front of the workbench, greeted him first without looking back: "Ah, you finally appeared. Come here, I have some interesting things." Something to show you."

"Interesting stuff?" Zhang Cheng blinked suspiciously.

"Yes! Interesting stuff! Remember those plague samples you brought back? I did a little test in my spare time. Guess what I found?" Wooden cage on the table.

I saw a big black mouse with fierce eyes locked inside.

Unlike most mice, it didn't seem to be afraid or show any aggression, just staying quietly in the cage.

Zhang Cheng walked closer, bent down to observe carefully for a while, and asked with some uncertainty: "There seems to be something wrong with this mouse? Have you done anything to it?"

"Haha! That's right! I extracted a special ingredient from those magical plagues, which can significantly improve the intelligence of animals and strengthen their muscle tissue. Of course, the side effects are not small, and the calculation time should be almost the same." Ansrem Luinverwall glanced up at the clock hanging on the wall.

The voice just fell!

The mouse's body suddenly began to swell rapidly, and it burst through the cage in less than half a minute, changing from the size of an adult cat to the size of a bulldog.

What's even more frightening is that all the hair on its body fell out due to unknown reasons, exposing the bloody cortex, just like those terrifying plague dogs in the Plaguelands, and it let out a deep growl.

"Damn!"

Zhang Cheng cursed in a low voice, and hastily stepped back a few steps in a row, he didn't want to try the consequences of being bitten.

However, his worry was obviously unnecessary. The moment the mouse was about to attack, countless energy clusters drew beautiful arcs in the air, hitting the target with a single brain, and immediately blasting it to pieces. Even the hard marble floor that has been strengthened by magic has been blown out of dense small pits.

As one of the few archmages in Dalaran, how could Anslem Ruinvivor let a mutated mouse run wild on his territory.

Looking at the pool of dark red sticky substance on the ground, the corner of Zhang Cheng's mouth twitched involuntarily.

Because it is also the most basic arcane missile, the power released by the other party is at least a hundred times stronger than him. No wonder they dared to come back with more than 3000 people to rebuild under the eyes of the dark queen Sylvanas. Dalaran.

You must know that the Undercity is only separated from Dalaran by Lake Lordamere, and the Forgotten can reach it by water in a little over thirty hours, and the Alliance's reinforcements must at least cross the ocean and land in Southsea Town. It took several days and nights of rapid march to arrive.

There is no doubt that this is the confidence and confidence brought by strength.

"How about it, do you see something tricky?" Anslem Ruinvival raised his head and asked with a half-smile.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Zhang Cheng frowned and replied: "The substance you mentioned just now seems to have overdrawn the potential of this mouse, and I think it also endowed it with some characteristics of other animals."

"Commendable keen observation skills!

The archmage nodded approvingly, then picked up a small bottle of plague samples, and sighed in a deep voice: "I have to admit that the Royal Apothecary Society of the Forsaken is indeed an amazing organization. A technology that combines the characteristics of many animals.

Whether it is a human or an animal, as long as it is infected, it will immediately begin to undergo tremendous changes in the body, and even mutate from one creature to another.

But the problem is that this change is not stable. Within a few days to a few weeks, the body of the infected person will collapse due to the unbearable change.

Therefore, in essence, this new plague is not so much a plague as a failed enhancer, but if it is combined with the plague used by the original Scourge, it is a kind that can kill even the undead. deadly weapon of terror.

What's even more chilling is that this plague is far from reaching its limit. I alone know a dozen research directions that can increase its power. "

"Then how do you plan to deal with this matter?" Zhang Cheng frowned and asked tentatively.

Hearing this description, he felt more and more that the new plague was not so much a plague, but a magical version of a genetic weapon.

Perhaps the Dreadlord intends to use the power of the Forsaken to severely injure all life in Azeroth, including the undead Scourge, in preparation for the Legion's invasion again.

Anslem Ruinvivor stroked the beard on his chin for a few minutes, and finally said with a smile: "I am very interested in this new plague, and if possible, I hope to get its formula. "

"It just so happens that I just got the news that the Forsaken are spreading a large number of plagues to a farm town not far from Dalaran. Don't you think the council should take some action?" Zhang Cheng's eyes flickered strangely, slightly I owed my body and suggested.

"Oh? Really? How dare they do such a thing!" The archmage's face darkened, and his tone became serious.

"Do you think I will joke about this kind of thing? Two militiamen from the small town are outside the tower at the moment, and you can call them to ask about the specific situation at any time." After finishing speaking, Zhang Cheng stepped to the window and pointed condescendingly Refers to Garrick and Frank standing at the door...

Chapter 41 Jealousy

After a few hours...

As the sun slowly fell from the horizon, a team consisting of six Kirin Tor council mages, fifty Dalaran patrol guards, two scouts in charge of scouting, and four arcane puppets left Dalaran Magic shield, quickly marching towards the east.

The leader of this team is none other than Zhang Cheng.

After repeated questioning and deliberation, Anslem Luinvivor judged that the pharmacist who created the plague was probably hiding around the town, observing and recording various parameters of the plague for in-depth research.

And his task is to lead people to raid the camp of the Forgotten Ones from behind, capture or kill the pharmacist alive, and then find the formula from various notes and materials, and rescue the besieged farmers by the way.

Even though the entire team only has fifty or so people, the battle is far stronger than a regular army of 500 people, especially the combination of arcane puppets and mages, which is enough to easily annihilate hundreds of thousands of enemies on the way to charge, and Well-equipped Dalaran guards can ensure that no one slips through the blockade and hurts the mage who is protected by layers.

Just as Zhang Cheng was silently considering whether he should send his accomplices to the town to inquire about the situation first, or to launch an attack directly, a female mage around 40 years old came over and asked in a low voice: "Dear leader, I have a question and imagine you to ask."

"Huh? What's the problem?" Zhang Cheng raised his head and glanced at the other party.

"Why do we use the primitive and backward way of walking, isn't it faster and more convenient to use group teleportation?" The female mage frowned and questioned.

"Group teleportation? Don't you know that there are many mages among the Forsaken, and any form of tearing space will attract their attention. If you use teleportation to reach the destination, then I guarantee that the moment the teleportation is completed, what is waiting for us will be a catastrophe." Classic ambush." ​​Zhang Cheng explained angrily.

If he could use teleportation, would he still be willing to endure the pain of riding a horse?

Anyone who has ever ridden a horse knows how painful it can be to have a chafed skin on the inner thigh.