Casting spells

"Nuosen? Can you tell me what you are?" Zhang Cheng reluctantly got up from the ground, and tentatively asked in a rather weak tone.

Obviously, he wanted to see whether the big guy in front of him was just a magical creation with a rudimentary level of intelligence, or a highest-level magical creation with a soul.

After all, although the two sound similar, they are actually very different in essence.

The former is like the artificial intelligence that scientists are researching. Although it seems very powerful, whether it is learning ability or logical operation, it is done by imitating human beings, and it does not have real self-awareness.

But the latter is to use extremely powerful spells to create a brand new life with independent consciousness, thinking, and infinite evolution possibilities from scratch, just like the gods in countless myths and legends.

"Me? As you can see, I am a metal construct and a powerful golem at the same time. The body adopts the most advanced technology of the ancient Imascar Empire, which can almost resist the attack of high-level enchanted weapons and all magic below nine rings." Attack, and when necessary, steal magic from the opponent and release it..." The metal puppet who called himself Nuo Sen began to talk about his origin.

But for some reason, it never mentioned who its creator was.

After all, according to the magic theory of Dalaran, generally speaking, whoever creates and awakens the construct by himself, the construct will regard it as its own master, and will always regard this person's order as the highest priority. .

Thinking of this, Zhang Cheng immediately interrupted the construct's rhetoric, and asked curiously: "Nuosen, do you still remember your creator?"

"Creator?" The huge metal puppet fell silent when he heard this question, as if searching in the deepest part of his memory.

After a full minute, it shook its head regretfully: "Sorry, I don't remember. I just remember that the last order I got was to obey every master who can open this door."

"Then how many masters have you served?" Zhang Cheng narrowed his eyes and asked again.

"Sorry, I don't remember..." The golem shook his head again.

Obviously, an extremely powerful force forcibly distorted and modified part of the golem's memory.

This also means that it is impossible for Zhang Cheng to get any answers and clues from the other party.

However, he had expected this to happen a long time ago, so he didn't show much disappointment. He walked through the spacious entrance, looked at the decoration on the first floor of the tower, and said without turning his head: "Nuosen, tell me , is there anything interesting on the first floor?"

"Look, this is the alchemy test bench with the most comprehensive equipment! At the same time, there are tens of thousands of magic potion formulas and hundreds of preparation techniques. This is the enchanting table. With its help, you can easily Magic items become more powerful! Here is the forge, you can smelt any kind of magic metal and make it into the desired shape. As for this side is the energy conversion pool, it can convert any form of energy into your Required properties..."

With Nuo Sen's enthusiastic introduction, Zhang Cheng quickly figured out the situation on the first floor of the tower.

There is no doubt that this is a place to conduct various magical experiments and create weapons and equipment, and it is a relatively safe refuge.

At least compared to the dangerous magical version of the earth, there is no need to worry about attacks and interference from the outside world.

In addition, the energy conversion pool also gave him a bright feeling.

Although the specific working principle is still unclear, this thing has confirmed his general energy plan from a certain aspect.

Since there is a magic device that can transform energies of different attributes into each other, it means that he can do it too, but he hasn't found the trick yet.

When Zhang Cheng was completely immersed in the surprises brought by the first floor of the tower, in the corridor of a high-end hotel in Tirana, the capital of Albania, a small European country, Lavern was concentrating on playing a game of chess.

The person sitting opposite is none other than Faust who disappeared in the Shard World not long ago.

But at this moment, he didn't look like he had just experienced a defeat at all. He picked up the "Queen" and moved forward slightly, and said with a smile: "General! You lost again."

"Damn it!" Lavern angrily pushed down the pawns "eaten" around him.

But before he was placed on the "King" and opened his mouth to admit defeat, a pale-skinned young man suddenly rushed in and whispered something in Faust's ear.

The latter's expression became weird in an instant, and it was about two or three minutes before he sighed with a wry smile: "My old friend, I'm afraid you won't believe it when I tell you, a small change happened in the war game. Just 3 minutes ago, The entrance closed suddenly and without warning."

"Closed? Didn't you go "personally"? Could there be an accident?" Lavern's eyes instantly became sharp.

"Ah, that's right, I did go "personally". If there is no accident, it should be that "I" was killed by someone..."

Chapter 4: A Familiar Scene

wind!

From the icy cold wind!

Zhang Cheng was standing in front of the huge portal at the moment, staring at the endless white snow on the other side with a serious expression on his face.

Because just a few minutes ago, the parchment gave a new task: after entering the new world, learn to maintain reason in the endless madness and anger.

What is even more frightening is that Neltharion's Tears, a gift from Nefarian, the black dragon prince of Azeroth, flew out of the magic pouch at some point, and was floating in mid-air at this moment.

In the black translucent crystal, there is a silver liquid containing huge pure energy!

No need to ask, he knows that once he passes through this portal, all the painful and remorseful resentments of the Black Dragon King will pour into his body, and maybe there are whispers from the ancient god N'Zoth among them!

Not to mention staying sane, it would be great luck not to become Deathwing's second.

In addition, so far, he hasn't figured out where the other end of the portal is. Except for the endless white snow and ice, he hasn't seen any signs of life at all.

"I hate the feeling that everything is in the unknown!" Zhang Cheng complained in a low voice, forcing himself to calm down, and then walked through the portal to explore this new world first.

But what he never expected was that the moment he approached the portal, a diaphragm like flowing water suddenly rose from the ground!

When he accidentally broke through, he was surprised to find that he was completely in a state of soul, while his body stayed in the translucent water, falling into a deep sleep like a vegetable.

incredible!

Zhang Cheng never dreamed that his soul could be separated from his body so easily!

As for the items that he carried with him, they floated in mid-air like Neltharion's tears, and seemed to be preparing to enter the new world with his soul.

Undoubtedly, the owner behind the parchment is obviously dissatisfied that his sanity and thinking were seriously affected when he turned into an eredar demon, so he intends to directly let him fall into a state of complete madness, and then slowly recover it bit by bit self.

It's a crazy plan, I have to say, but it certainly works.

After all, there is a saying that goes well, the more difficult an enemy you encounter, the better you can get to know him deeply, and even become him.

In the same way, what could be more effective in maintaining sanity in the midst of terrible madness than to fall completely into a madness?

What's more, Zhang Cheng entered in the state of soul this time, so he didn't have to worry about death at all. He believed that as long as the soul was well preserved, it would not be a problem to occupy a body with the power shown by the owner behind the parchment.

After thinking about this point, he resolutely passed through the huge portal and entered the world of ice and snow on his own initiative.

next second...

Zhang Cheng's soul and all his belongings including Neltharion's tears appeared out of thin air above a huge ice cave.

Before he could react to what happened, he heard an angry roar from below.

A dragon with white scales all over its body opened its mouth full of fangs, and spewed a mouthful of deadly frosty air straight ahead.

The ones who fought fiercely with it were a strong blond man holding a warhammer, and an elf who looked rather thin but had a strange dark skin.

It has to be said that the man holding the warhammer is very strong. He actually held the breath from the white dragon with his flesh and blood, and then used the dark spells and arrows released by the black-skinned elf to quickly rush forward. He raised a heavy hammer and smashed it hard on the enemy's chest.

boom!