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"What about the mission? So far, we don't know the purpose of this trip." The female mage was obviously a little unwilling, and continued to ask.

As a low-level mage who served the Kirin Tor Council for nearly ten years, she seemed a bit unacceptable for a young man to climb on top of her and give orders.

Zhang Cheng, who has long been used to similar situations, raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, and responded in a meaningful tone: "Pay attention to your identity, Alia, there are some things you need to know, I will tell you naturally, but you shouldn't know You'd better not ask too many questions. Remember, I am the team leader and commander personally appointed by His Excellency the Archmage, and you just need to obey the orders, understand?"

After all, he deliberately fiddled with the violet ring with three extra gold threads on his finger.

Although the effect of the equipment is no different from that of the ordinary Violet Ring, the three golden threads symbolize a higher identity and status.

The pupils of the female mage called Alia shrank suddenly, and her face became very ugly. She wanted to refute several times, but finally gave up and returned to the mage team dejectedly.

After all, where there are people, there are fights, especially in an organization like the Kirin Tor Council, which is full of mages. Not advancing one step means acquiring more knowledge and resources, and more knowledge and resources are equivalent to gaining more powerful strength.

No mage can refuse such a temptation!

Zhang Cheng is very clear that the self who appeared out of thin air has no foundation in Dalaran at all, and now he is suddenly trusted and cultivated by Anslem Luinvivor, which will naturally cause some people's dissatisfaction, or jealousy.

But he didn't care much, and he wasn't going to explain anything.

Because after more than a week of study and research, he understood that mages should use their strength to speak after all, not some diplomatic skills.

In the Kirin Tor Council, when a mage reaches a certain level, he will naturally obtain a matching identity and status.

Conversely, no matter how good a sociable mage is, he will never be promoted if he is not strong enough.

In a short round of confrontation, Zhang Cheng forcibly suppressed the dissatisfied members of the team. At least on the surface, the other party did not dare to continue probing, and silently followed behind the team.

With a slightly depressing atmosphere, the group finally entered the outskirts of the farm before dawn.

Although the light is very dim at the moment, you can still see that the originally golden wheat field has been infected by the terrible shadow energy, showing an unhealthy dark gray color, weird yellow spots all over every inch of the land, and the originally docile animals are also mutating one after another. Out of a very strong aggressiveness.

Just when everyone was shocked by this terrible scene, a scout in charge of scouting ran through the wheat field, panting and ran back to report: "Your Excellency, I have detected the location of the Forsaken military camp. They are stationed here." In the woods to the southeast of the town, there are about 300 people in total, 50 of them are members of the Arathi Basin combat force——the polluters, and the rest are ordinary undead. As for the pharmacist you are looking for, I am sorry , I haven't found it yet."

"The polluter? Be more specific!" Zhang Cheng narrowed his eyes and demanded.

"Thirty legionnaires! Two mages! Two shadow priests! One suture abomination! Five thieves, ten dark rangers. Please forgive me, the strength of the other party should not be underestimated." A little nervous.

Zhang Cheng nodded noncommittally, turned around and asked the captain of the guard who was following behind him: "Ai Er, what do you think?"

"If it was a frontal battle, I would suggest that you stick to it or retreat. But now that we are sneak attacking, we are in the dark and the enemy is in the open, so I suggest that you give them the heaviest blow before they find out. First of all , we need to occupy a hidden commanding height, gather the power of mages to summon a blizzard or rain of fire to cover the camp, and then launch an attack under the cover of arcane puppets, killing their priests and mages while in chaos .Your Excellency, I think victory belongs to us." The 50-year-old man gave a confident suggestion.

"Okay, just do as you said. Garrick, you are most familiar with the terrain, do you know any condescending places around? I plan to give the enemy a little surprise." Zhang Cheng turned his attention to the short-breathing young man.

The latter clenched his fists tightly, nodded with a smirk, "Of course! Mr. Mage! I just know that there is a hillside that meets your requirements. Please don't be polite. Be sure to teach these damn bastards a deep lesson and call them Understand that the alliance is not easy to mess with."

"Then what are you waiting for, lead the way, I think today's sunrise will be extraordinarily beautiful after the watering of blood..."

Chapter 42 Raid

With the help of the cover of darkness in the last half hour before dawn, the team quickly crossed the Forsaken's warning range and stopped on a hillside less than 600 meters away from the other side.

Due to the very short distance, they could even clearly observe the movements in the camp from above, especially the huge stitched abomination, which was as conspicuous as a torch in the middle of the night.

As one of the most powerful units in the undead army, its entire body is stitched together from various corpses. The only difference is that some abominations are infused with souls, while others are soulless and completely driven by spiritism.

The former has independent consciousness and thinking ability, and can make subjective judgments based on orders. Some suture abominations with relatively high intelligence can even become army commanders.

But the latter are closer to biological puppets. Once the controller is killed, they will stay in place stupidly, or execute the last order issued. They belong to roles such as human shields and advanced cannon fodder.

According to Zhang Cheng's understanding, most of the stitched abominations of the Forsaken were made by the Royal Pharmacists' Association, so the appearance of an abomination in the camp meant that there was probably a pharmacist nearby.

As for whether this abomination is intelligent or just a puppet, it cannot be judged just by its appearance.

He planned to let the arcane puppet solve this big trouble when he launched an attack later, otherwise, with the terrifying power of Stitched Abomination, once it rushed into the middle of the guards, it would immediately be a tragic massacre.

As a fairly self-aware person, Zhang Cheng never felt that he could command an army well without practical experience, so he delegated the power to Al very generously.

This old man who has experienced two orc wars is no nonsense. He first ordered the guards to enter the assault position, and then immediately asked the mages to start preparing for the summoning ceremony. In just ten minutes, a mass of dark clouds swept the enemy The entire camp was enveloped.

If it was daytime, the Forsaken would be able to notice the abnormal situation above their heads immediately.

But unfortunately, it is now in the last darkness before sunrise, and there is not even a little starlight, so even if someone looks up occasionally, it is not easy to distinguish.

With the first ray of light appearing in the sky, the captain of the guard, Al, came to Zhang Cheng with heavy steps, and said in a rather relaxed tone: "Your Excellency, everything is ready, please give the order to attack. If everything goes well , we can still catch up and have a hot breakfast."

"Oh? Are you still in the mood to think about breakfast?" Zhang Cheng raised his eyebrows in surprise.

He really couldn't understand why the other party could still act so calm when the battle was about to start, as if he was going to complete a simple task instead of risking his life to kill the enemy.

"Hahahaha! Why not? I have participated in countless battles. Guess what truth I have learned from these battles?" Al laughed and asked.

"What is it?"

"It's very simple! On the battlefield, the more nervous and fearful people tend to die the sooner. On the contrary, the more relaxed and fearless people can often survive fierce battles. I am a warrior, and warriors always only trust their intuition. Now my intuition tells me that the next battle will be extremely easy, so instead of worrying about the result, I might as well think about breakfast. After all, I walked all night. My stomach is already rumbling with hunger." After that, Al patted his stomach lightly, implying that the danger of the Forsaken is not as important as being hungry.

Obviously, his almost contemptuous attitude greatly boosted morale, at least those guards who were a little nervous at first couldn't help but cracked their mouths and laughed.

Zhang Cheng is not a fool, he immediately realized that the old guy in front of him seemed to be using some kind of psychological tactics, and quickly cooperated with him with a smile: "In that case, let's attack quickly, I just know that pork pies in this small town are delicious, If you can finish your mission before the sun is fully up, I will treat everyone to a good meal. And of course, delicious wine."

"Have you all heard? Destroy the enemy camp before the sun rises! Don't let the delicious pies and wine fly away!" Al shouted, drew his long sword, mounted his horse and joined the ranks of assault .

Seeing that the time was ripe, Zhang Cheng directly ordered to the mages behind him: "Release! Let these living dead understand what the fate of angering the Kirin Tor Council will be."

"As you wish..." A 30-year-old male mage bent down and bowed, then raised his hands, using his own consciousness to guide the arcane energy, continuously pouring it into the dark clouds in the sky.

In less than three to five seconds, basketball-sized hailstones fell from the sky like raindrops, launching a blanket attack on the Forsaken camp.

bang! bang! bang! bang...

Accompanied by the crackling sound, the undead, who hadn't figured out what happened, were knocked to the ground by the heavy lump of ice, some had their limbs broken, and some had their skulls shattered and died on the spot.

For a moment, every Forsaken was desperately looking for cover, trying to avoid the dense hail attack.

In the midst of this chaos, a few guys with staffs suddenly walked out of the tent located in the center of the camp, shouting loudly in a language that no living person could understand. In the blink of an eye, there were twenty or thirty Forsaken Soldiers gathered, holding up their shields against the hail that fell from the sky.

"The enemy's mage and priest have appeared! Come on! Kill them for me!" Al roared, slamming the mount with a whip, and led the guards to rush out.

Together with them, there are two huge arcane puppets.

Dozens of galloping war horses and heavy arcane puppets immediately caused violent vibrations on the ground, which also made the undead realize that they had been attacked by the enemy, so they quickly took up their weapons and prepared to fight desperately.

But it's a pity that they, with their scattered formations, can't resist the terrifying impact of the arcane puppets.

Four or five soldiers with gesture shields trying to block the entrance of the camp were directly sent flying more than ten meters away by the sandbag-sized fist of the arcane puppet, and finally lay straight on the ground, motionless.

You don't need to ask, you know, you must be dead...

With the steel-like body of the arcane puppet, it is difficult for ordinary weapons to really damage the energy core under heavy protection.