Casting spells

Anyway, if an undead creature suddenly appears now, he can guarantee that he will greet him enthusiastically with fireball at the first time, and try to kill it quickly before the other party reacts. As for communication or something, To hell with it.

Full of vigilance against the unfamiliar environment, Zhang Cheng finally saw the wooden hut standing at the foot of the mountain before the last glimmer of the sun disappeared.

Viewed from a distance, the hut is not that big, covering an area of ​​about [-] square meters, but I don't know if it is to defend against wild beast attacks, or for some other reason. The first floor connected to the ground only has a pile of them as a supporting structure. The real living area is on the second floor about three or four meters above the ground.

There are no ladders, no slopes, and no place to climb. The stakes are even covered with thorny thorns, and it is impossible to climb with bare hands.

Apparently, these thorn plants were deliberately planted by the owner of the house.

However, this is undoubtedly not a problem for the mage. Zhang Cheng raised his hand and cast a flash technique, and instantly moved from under the shelf to the balcony on the second floor.

Just when he was amazed at the plasticity and wonderful changes displayed by the arcane energy at the moment just now, a black shadow suddenly jumped out from the window of the wooden house.

Since the sky has completely darkened at this moment, he can't see what it is at all, and subconsciously releases the frost nova according to the habit in the game.

Snapped!

Accompanied by a crisp sound, the crystal-clear frost spread out around the caster, immediately freezing the shadow in place.

"Roar!!!"

Feeling the biting cold, the black shadow struggled desperately to break free, while roaring angrily, and the green light reflected in the two fierce eyes.

With the help of the faint light, Zhang Cheng finally saw the true face of this shadow.

It has a body of khaki-colored fur, excluding the tail, and its body length is about 1.8 meters to two meters. It has the characteristics of a typical cat, and its appearance looks very similar to that of a puma.

Needless to ask, this uninvited guest is none other than the famous mountain lion of the Hillsbrad hills...

Chapter 5 suicide note

Looking at the big cat so close, Zhang Cheng was frightened into a cold sweat. Before the freezing effect disappeared, he quickly condensed the magic power and turned it into a harmless sheep.

"What..."

The mountain lion obviously couldn't understand why his body suddenly became smaller, and all the sharp claws and teeth disappeared, and there was a trace of confusion in his eyes.

However, Zhang Cheng didn't intend to give it time to think, so he raised his leg and kicked him off the second-floor platform.

The mountain lion that was attacked immediately returned to its original appearance in mid-air. With the excellent sense of balance of cats, it turned over effortlessly and landed firmly on the ground.

The moment it landed, a piercingly cold ice arrow fell from the sky, immediately tore up its khaki-colored fur, and froze the blood vessels and muscles near the wound, forming a large area of ​​terrible purple-reddish chilblains .

Although there was no bleeding, the frostbite was actually much worse than the bleeding.

Looking at the painful expression on the mountain lion's face and slow movements, you can know how uncomfortable it is now. It opened its mouth full of fangs and roared angrily.

"Roar!!!!!!!!!!!"

But Zhang Cheng, who was standing on the balcony on the second floor, didn't care about the furious emotion of the beast in front of him at all. He concentrated on guiding the magical energy, and in the blink of an eye, orange-red flames appeared from his hands.

next second...

boom!

I saw a flaming fireball flying through the air at an extremely fast speed, smashing hard on the mountain lion's stomach, followed by a violent explosion.

The scorching flames scorched the mountain lion's thick fur almost instantly, and the explosion also tore open the soft muscles of the abdomen, exposing the bloody internal organs inside.

Under the merciless attack of ice and fire, the king of the forest suddenly fell into a near-death situation, and he didn't even have the chance to resist or escape.

Zhang Cheng, who had no mercy, followed up with another shot of Frostbolt and a shot of Fireball. He didn't stop until he confirmed that the mountain lion could no longer make any moves, turned around, opened the door and walked into the wooden house.

As the first time he used magic to fight, he didn't feel strange and unskilled as he expected, as if he was born with talent, and he didn't need to think too much at all. As long as there was a thought in his mind, the mysterious arcane energy in his body would naturally will react accordingly.

Perhaps, this is one of the benefits of castrating and simplifying the career template. He does not have to spend years, or even decades, studying and learning esoteric theoretical knowledge like a real Azeroth mage before he can gain certain combat effectiveness...

With all kinds of uncertain guesses, Zhang Cheng came to the room covered with thick dust, and found the corpse on the bed at first sight.

Due to the long period of time, the body has already lost all moisture, leaving only shriveled skin, but for some reason, it miraculously did not rot.

On the table next to the corpse, there was a piece of paper filled with the letters of the common language of the Alliance, probably something like a suicide note.

Other than that, there are only densely packed books and notes on the bookshelves, as well as wardrobes and wooden boxes at the end of the bed.

I have to say that such a humble place really doesn't look like the residence of a noble mage.

After all, the real Azeroth is completely different from the game, especially the mage, a profession that requires a lot of time to learn and accumulate, can never appear in hundreds or thousands.

Taking Dalaran, which is being rebuilt, as an example, the current number of civilians is around 120, and only [-] of them are mages affiliated to the Kirin Tor Council. Although this is far from the full strength of the Kirin Tor Council, it is still It is not difficult to tell how rare the number of mages is.

"What a poor fellow, may your soul rest in peace..."

While staring at the mummy and muttering to himself, Zhang Cheng casually picked up the scrawled paper, wanting to see what the other party couldn't let go of before he died, and even left a suicide note.

As a result, he only read it for a few minutes, and he was a little dumbfounded. The first half of the suicide note was almost full of hatred and scolding towards Alsace.

As the saying goes, "Love is deep, hate is deep", Jason had always believed that Arthas could lead Lordaeron to unprecedented prosperity and prosperity, but he did not expect that this prince would degenerate into a terrible prince before he could inherit the throne. Death knight, and also killed his own father with his own hands, slaughtered the people he swore to protect, and completely destroyed the once glorious kingdom.

The sharp contrast between before and after made him unacceptable both mentally and physically, so he chose to turn all his feelings into hatred.

As for the second half, it is about expressing her unknown admiration and secret love for Jaina.

Like many men in Dalaran, Risen was once fascinated by Jaina Proudmoore's beautiful appearance and incredible magical talent.

It's just that among the many suitors, he is too small, so small that no one has noticed the emotion hidden deep in his heart, and he finally showed it in the last ten minutes before he died.

From the lines in the suicide note, coupled with the remaining memories in his mind, Zhang Cheng quickly realized that this mage named Ruisen was actually a typical person with high IQ, low EQ, and a little low self-esteem.

His nerves are both sensitive and fragile, which is why he fell into a slump after being hit, and completely lost hope in life.

After reading this letter, he didn't know if it was a catharsis or a suicide note showing some kind of true feelings. Zhang Cheng sighed slightly, went to the bookshelf and began to look through the heavy and thick notes.

After a while, he was firmly attracted by all kinds of magical knowledge, and unconsciously forgot the passage of time. When he was hungry, he made a piece of magic bread to satisfy his hunger, and when he was thirsty, he made some magic water. Take a nap on the chair.

In the next half month, he was completely immersed in the ocean of magic knowledge, and through the legacy left by Ruisen, he finally had a clear understanding of the mage profession.

In Azeroth, mage does not just refer to the mage profession that players can choose in the game, but refers to more than a dozen different branches including shadow, necromancy, arcane, fire, frost, etc.

Because strictly speaking, whether it is the original warlock in the human world or the undead magic of the Cult of the Cursed God, it is actually the result of some powerful mages studying the spells of the orc Shadow Council.

Although the purpose at the beginning was to defeat the enemy more quickly, as the research deepened, they were gradually tempted by powerful forces, and eventually degenerated into the Burning Legion, or the minions of the undead Scourge.

This also means that Zhang Cheng, who has arcane energy flowing in his body, can also acquire abilities beyond the professional template through learning.

Since Ruisen had personally experienced the destruction of Dalaran, he brought a lot of rare and precious materials and books with him when he fled. Now all of this knowledge has become the nourishment for Zhang Cheng's growth.

He eagerly absorbed the wisdom of countless outstanding mages, and built his own magic theory system from scratch, even forgetting the passage of time...