Casting spells

As soon as the Forsaken was mentioned, Sophia immediately became furious, her tone full of undisguised disgust and hatred.

After all, she had just taken over, and she didn't even have time to secure her rights, so she caused such a big mess, it's no wonder she was in a better mood.

"Oh? The sentry tower you occupied was taken down?" Zhang Cheng suddenly understood something, and a gloating expression appeared on his face.

Obviously, in order to keep the secret of the new plague, the Forsaken eliminated all potential threats along the way, and the Syndicate was just unlucky to be implicated.

Sophia rolled her eyes angrily: "Yes! Not only did they pull out the sentry tower, but also killed all the people inside the sentry tower. I followed them for three days and found that the target of these guys was a farm of no value. Small town. I don’t understand, with their strength, they are clearly capable of destroying the simple fortifications within a few hours, but they chose to use the slowest way.”

"No, you don't understand. The undead are not just here to destroy the town, but more importantly, to test the power of a new type of magical plague. See those mutated animals, and the polluted wheat fields and land? They've developed something far more terrifying than the Scourge. I think that in this case, you and I should work together to face a common threat. After all, we're all alive."

In order to gain the other party's trust, Zhang Cheng revealed a little information about the plague.

Anyway, it won't be long before all intelligent races in Azeroth will know about the Forsaken's research on the plague, he just made the time a little earlier.

"New magical plague? Damn it! Are these guys crazy?"

Thinking of the terrifying scene when the undead natural disaster broke out, the female assassin couldn't help but tremble all over.

She will never forget that when she hid under the bed in the country house, she watched the scene of her biological father being torn to pieces and eaten by ghouls.

I can't forget how the originally thriving farm turned into a slaughterhouse for skeletons, ghosts and crypt demons...

Zhang Cheng pretended to be helpless and spread his hands and explained: "I don't know if they are crazy or not, but I know that the archmage of Dalaran has begun to pay attention to this matter, and I led the team here to obtain information about the plague. As far as I know, an organization among the Forsaken called the Royal Apothecary Society is responsible for researching and developing all kinds of terrible toxins and plagues. One of them was in the barracks and escaped with the information during the scuffle just now. .Take me to find him, and I promise to give you a satisfactory return."

"A satisfactory return?" Sophia raised her sharp chin slightly, her eyes full of lust.

"Yes! Just don't violate my bottom line." Zhang Cheng nodded without thinking.

The strong desire for a small bottle of sun well water made him willing to pay some price for it, even if the price was himself.

In any case, in terms of gender issues, as a man, he will definitely not be the one who suffers.

Sophia, who was under the control of the charm spell, immediately seemed to be stimulated by some kind of stimulation, and a seductive red tide appeared on her face, and she couldn't help but moaned in a low voice: "Ah! It's great! What are you waiting for, pull me on the horse .”

"As you wish, charming lady." Zhang Cheng bent down and stretched out his left hand.

Without further ado, the female assassin jumped onto the horse's back, grabbed the rein, and said with a smile, "Hold me tight, and don't fall off the horse."

The voice just fell!

She tightened her legs suddenly, and urged the horse to gallop east.

Due to the sudden relationship, Zhang Cheng was almost thrown off his horse, and hurriedly hugged the opponent's slender waist.

In this way, the two clinging to each other, feeling the temperature and smell of each other, coupled with the friction caused by the bumping of the horse's back, would inevitably have some physiological reactions, and the atmosphere gradually became ambiguous.

Speeding along the country road, it took a while to leave the polluted land.

Zhang Cheng, who has never had a good sense of direction, asked loudly while enjoying the stimulation brought by the friction, "Where are you taking me?"

"Of course it's the sentry tower at the intersection of Tarren Mill and Southsea Town. I bet that undead pharmacist will definitely flee to Tarren Mill, so what we have to do is to go around and stop him first." Sophia didn't even look at it. explained back.

Although her tone was very flat, if you observe carefully, you will find that her breathing is much faster than usual.

"Okay, listen to you."

Zhang Cheng understood that it was really difficult to find someone in a hilly area full of woods and grass.Instead of looking for it blindly, it is better to block the other party's only way.

After running wildly for more than three hours, the two finally came to a dilapidated masonry sentry tower before the horses got tired.

A masked man who was burying the corpse immediately put down the shovel in his hand, ran over quickly, and saluted respectfully: "Ma'am, you are finally back. How are you? Have you caught up with those damned undead?"

"Well, I've caught up. Don't ask too many questions, light the beacon for me immediately, let all the people in the sentry towers dispatch, and find me a single undead pharmacist. Remember, once you find the target, send a signal immediately. Don't kill him, I want to live." Sophia jumped off the horse and quickly gave an order.

"Understood! I'll go and light the beacon right away!" The masked man nodded vigorously, and quickly ran to the top of the tower.

About two or three minutes later, a plume of thick smoke rose slowly, which could be clearly seen even a few kilometers away...

Chapter 45 Target Appears

Looking at the solid tower standing in front of him, Zhang Cheng quickly judged that it was probably a beacon tower built during the orc war to quickly transmit emergency military information.

But it is ironic that since the collapse of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, the beacon towers all over the hills of Hillsbrad have been occupied by syndicate bandits and Forsaken to monitor the movements of Southsea Town, and when necessary Will use this as a springboard to launch an attack.

Of course, these have nothing to do with him. It doesn't matter even if all the residents of Nanhai Town are dead, as long as he can complete the task and get the reward.

With an indifferent attitude, Zhang Cheng jumped off the horse and followed Sophia into the interior.

It may be due to a massacre that has just been experienced. Large dark brown spots can be seen everywhere on the floor and walls of the hall. No need to ask, it must be the trace left after the blood has dried up, and there is even a trace of it in the air. A faint smell of blood.

There are not too complicated decorations, the ground is covered with a few thick bear skins, three tables made of unknown wood are placed with half-eaten barbecue, bread and fruit, a few hammocks are hung in the corner, and the fireplace is blazing. There is also a large pot on the burning fire, in which is a thick and fragrant soup.

Overall, it's a shelter that provides food and a place to rest.

A spiral staircase leads directly to the top of the tower. Two guards with bows and arrows watch the surroundings vigilantly. If they find a threat, they will immediately notify the people below and lower the iron gate that is the only access.

Although from the original intention, Zhang Cheng is not willing to enter such a relatively closed fortress at all, but considering that he has been driving all night and is tired and sleepy at the moment, he must find a place to eat and sleep, otherwise Before he could find the Forsaken Apothecary, he collapsed.

After all, he is not a living dead, neither need to rest nor eat.

As a careful woman, Sophia undoubtedly noticed the unconcealable exhaustion on Zhang Cheng's face, she took the initiative to serve a bowl of thick soup, and then placed it in front of him with a plate full of hard bread cubes, deliberately imitating his wife's treatment of Zhang Cheng. The husband's tone said: "Here, honey, eat, and go to the hammock to sleep for a while after eating. Don't worry, if there is any news, I will wake you up as soon as possible."

"Thank you!"

Zhang Cheng ignored this kind of verbal teasing, picked up the bowl and began to eat unceremoniously.

After about seven or eight minutes, he had his stomach full, got up, lay down in the hammock, closed his eyes and began to rest.

Despite the constant drowsiness, he still forced himself to stay conscious. Until evening, a young man who was on guard rushed in and shouted out of breath, "Ma'am! Ma'am! There is news! In the three kilometers Outside, to the northwest, our men signaled for help."

"North? If I remember correctly, there should be a snowman-infested area nearby?" The female assassin, who was also resting with her eyes closed, immediately opened her eyes and asked in surprise.

The young man nodded vigorously: "That's right! The snowman dug a deep hole at the foot of the mountain, and you can reach Tarren Mill just by passing the path near the cave. I have prepared the horses, are you going to start now?" ?”

"Of course! I don't want a big fish to escape from under my nose." After finishing speaking, Sophia sat up and tapped Zhang Cheng's nose lightly with her finger. "Honey, get up, I know you haven't slept, now we're going to go hunting together."

"Then what are you waiting for, let's go. I also really want to meet who is the person who invented something that the Archmage Anslem Ruinvivor praised." Zhang Cheng turned and left the hammock, his eyes met Exudes strong anticipation.

After simple preparations, the two quickly rode on their well-rested horses, and found the place to release the signal before it was completely dark.

Sophia searched the ground carefully for a few minutes, and soon found the mark carved on the tree trunk, raised the corner of her mouth and muttered to herself: "Hehe, it seems that this little mouse has been targeted by the hounds I released, he ran away No way."

"Really? If I were you, I should mourn for those poor hounds. Because the members of the Royal Pharmacists' Association are not alchemists in the ordinary sense, but a group of dangerous people who may throw deadly poison at any time... ..."

Before Zhang Cheng finished speaking, a scream broke the tranquility of the night.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!!!!!!!!"