Casting spells

As a mage, he couldn't imagine that if someone was used to drawing power from such a pure energy source, how could he endure energy full of impurities.

This is like a person who has been breathing clean high-oxygen air in a big forest all year round, and suddenly one day comes to a big city with serious pollution, and the whole respiratory system may have problems.

Obviously, the high elves were accustomed to the pure energy of the Sunwell before, so they gradually developed the problem of being "delicate and expensive".

After losing the Sunwell, many people could not adapt to absorbing magic power from nature through normal methods, and eventually broke out the so-called "magic addiction".

Zhang Cheng can assure you that if he completely absorbs the Sun Well water in the bottle several times, he will [-]% develop a strong "magic addiction", and it will take a long time to subside slowly.

After repeated hesitation, he finally gave up the tempting idea of ​​directly absorbing and transforming himself, carefully placed the bottle next to his body, and planned to create a small magic power source after he left.

After all, until now, he was still not sure whether the magical energy of Azeroth was compatible with the familiar yet unfamiliar earth.

If it is not compatible, it means that there is no way to recover the magic power in the normal way, and can only rely on the small energy source produced to supplement it. If it is used now, then it will be [-]% tragic.

As the saying goes, "People have no long-term concerns, but they must have near-term worries." He doesn't want to wait until something goes wrong before he starts to regret it.

After putting away the precious Sunwell water, Zhang Cheng thought of getting up from the seriously injured female assassin, and quickly killed the coyote who was trying to rush up and bite with a flame blast, helped him sit up, and poured down a small bottle of primary healing potion. At the same time, untie the tourniquet wrapped around the arm, otherwise the whole arm may be in danger of being abolished over time.

In just a few seconds, the wound that was still bleeding slowly solidified miraculously. Although there was no scar yet, there was no need to worry about death caused by excessive blood loss.

As for the severely fractured and deformed calf, he didn't dare to move it at all, in case he accidentally caused secondary damage, he just broke off two branches to fix it, and then took out a portal rune, concentrating on guiding the arcane energy.

About 1 minute later, the rune tear space opened a magical portal to Dalaran.

Zhang Cheng quickly dismissed the summoned water element, picked up Sophia and passed through, leaving the suture monster frozen in the ice alone in place.

Anyway, without the control of spiritism, it can't pose any threat at all, and it won't take long for it to rot slowly with the passage of time.

After passing the assessment of the Kirin Tor Council, Zhang Cheng has obtained the right to use the teleportation hall. He can return to Dalaran from any corner of the world of Azeroth as long as he consumes one rune.

Of course, the price of teleportation runes is not cheap, and certain conditions must be met. For example, the destination of the teleportation must consume a lot of money and manpower, build a stable energy source sufficient to support the portal, and complex magic protection. In order to be able to respond in time when the forced tearing of the space causes serious consequences.

In the entire alliance region, there are only four places in Dalaran, Stormwind City, Ironforge, and Darnassus that can carry out ultra-long-distance teleportation.

Especially Darnassus, who has always been opposed to the abuse of magic, finally reluctantly agreed after repeated urging from several other races.

As soon as the two of them appeared in the teleportation hall, the mage on duty who was waiting here immediately took two steps forward, and asked routinely: "Young mage, please state your name, and explain who this woman is by the way? I have to be a Record."

"Sorry, I have something urgent to see Archmage Anslem Ruinvivor right away, can the record be made up later?" Zhang Cheng deliberately put on a dignified face.

He didn't want to explain to a stranger how he got involved with a syndicate female assassin.

"To see His Excellency Anslem Luinvivor?!" The mage on duty raised his eyebrows in surprise, obviously not convinced.

"Yes! I have the information and information he urgently needs! If you waste too much time because of registration, you will be responsible."

The mage on duty hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded helplessly: "Well, if it's true, then you can make an exception and don't need to register. I will ask His Excellency the archmage to verify it later."

"Please!"

Zhang Cheng shrugged his shoulders indifferently, walked out of the teleportation hall quickly, and arrived at the entrance of the tower after a while.

Same as last time, after expressing his intention to the arcane puppet, he quickly entered the top of the tower unimpeded.

Anslem Ruinvivor, who had been waiting for a long time, didn't talk nonsense, and asked straightforwardly as soon as he met: "How is it? Have you got the information about the new plague?"

"Yes, it's all here." Zhang Cheng threw the buckskin backpack on the table.

The archmage's eyes lit up, and he took out the notes in the backpack to read carefully. After half an hour, he stroked his chin and exclaimed: "Unbelievable! Really unbelievable!

The pharmacists of the Forsaken even tested more than two thousand kinds of toxins extracted from animals and plants, and combined them repeatedly to obtain different effects.

The content here is very important and precious. You did a good job. I will ask Charles to make you a protective badge as a reward later.

Now go down and rest, I'll let someone else handle the finishing touches. "

After all, Anslem Luinvivor ignored Zhang Cheng, and started tinkering with the bottles and jars on the alchemy table by himself, without looking at the female assassin from the beginning to the end.

It is estimated that in his eyes, a small character like Sophia is not worth mentioning at all...

Chapter 49 Return

It has to be said that Zhang Cheng, who originally planned to "confess and be lenient", was secretly relieved by the archmage's indifferent attitude, and quickly sent the female assassin to the Holy Light Chapel, entrusting it to a very gentle and beautiful looking The priestess then dropped her hands and hurried back to the lodgings.

Because just after the new plague information was delivered to Anslem Ruinvivor, the parchment gave a 48-hour countdown.

This also means that the short trip to Azeroth is coming to an end, and the things that should be done must be completed within two days, otherwise after leaving, I don't know if I will be able to return.

Although he has hardly had a good night's sleep since he came here, staying up late and eating irregularly are commonplace, his body and spirit have already been very tired, and the dark circles around his eyes, which are comparable to national treasures, and the heavy bags under his eyes are all the same. It proves that if you don't take a good rest quickly, sudden death is definitely not a joke.

But in order to gain more knowledge and power, he still chose to drink a bottle of refreshing magic potion, and continued to drill into the basement to complete the summoning and imprisonment of the other three elements.

Thanks to the help of Melroas, a powerful thug, the fire element Thasos, the earth element Sethorn, and the wind element Vera soon became Zhang Cheng's possessions.

After putting away the Soul Diamond, he ran to the old mage Charles non-stop and took a protective badge.

The function of this gadget is to allow the wearer to activate an energy shield when needed to resist all damage including magic and force attacks.

According to the game, it should be an accessory and will not conflict with the magic ring. It may save lives at critical moments.

After finishing all the key things, he finally ran to the library and borrowed all the books and notes that he was interested in or might use in the future, and prepared to take them away to study and study slowly.

As for the issue of repayment, he didn't even know if he would be able to come back after he left, so to put it bluntly, there was a loan but no repayment.

After a busy and fulfilling 48 hours like this, when Zhang Cheng counted down to 00:00, his whole body and luggage around him were enveloped by a terrifying energy that could not be described in words.

Immediately following the next second...

The space was brutally torn apart, forming a terrifying void vortex!

You must know that the scene in front of you is very different from normal magic teleportation!

The latter is to open a short and narrow passage through precise positioning, which will not cause much impact on the space itself, but the former...

Well, to make an inappropriate analogy, if the latter is regarded as a small wooden stick ten centimeters long and about two fingers thick in diameter, then the latter is the concrete utility poles on both sides of the road.

Just imagine, when they fall from high altitude at the same time, how much difference is the damage caused to the ground?

Obviously, the latter is more than [-] times more destructive than the former, and the polluter Archimonde entered the portal of Azeroth, probably to this extent.

Just a few seconds after the vortex was formed, Zhang Cheng was suddenly sucked in by a huge suction force.

There is no loss of time, no visible reference, and there is only endless chaos. He can't describe the scene he sees in words, and he is not even sure whether he is dead or alive.

He didn't know how long it had passed, it might have been a few seconds, or it might have been hundreds of years. When he was about to be driven crazy by all kinds of bizarre thoughts and ideas that inexplicably popped up in his mind, a dazzling white light suddenly lit up in front of him.

When he opened his eyes again, he was surprised to find that he had returned from the basement of the house in Dalaran to the alleys of the slums in Brooklyn, New York.