Casting spells

Chapter 6 Caravan

Just when Zhang Cheng devoted himself to learning the knowledge of magic theory, a caravan from Hainan Town was approaching the hut in the forest.

The size of the team is not too big, there are only five carriages, five coachmen and coolies, two guards wearing leather armor, holding long swords and shields, and finally a thirteen or fourteen-year-old man with long blond hair cute girl.

Although hiring guards required high commissions, in order to ensure that their goods would not be attacked by undead, wild beasts, and syndicated criminal organizations, the caravan owner Old George reluctantly gave up his love and hired two strong local fighters.

Of course, there are two main reasons for doing this. One is that some of the goods on the car are quite special. As long as they can be safely transported to the destination, not only can they get rich rewards, but they can also establish close relationships with the mages of the Kirin Tor Council. He didn't want the opportunity he had worked so hard to win to turn into nothing in the end.

The second is to send my beloved little daughter to live in Dalaran, which is being rebuilt. If possible, it is best to become an apprentice under a certain mage.

Of course, it would be even better if she could marry a noble mage.

You must know that after the undead who called themselves "forgotten" occupied the ruins of Lordaeron, the residents from the Alterac Valley to the hills of Hillsbrad suffered terrible attacks all the time.

In the last month alone, at least six poor farmers on the farm were killed by the sudden attack of the undead.

Only Dalaran, protected by the magic shield, has no record of civilian casualties. Those damned undead can't even get close, let alone rush in to kill people.

George Sr. was a businessman, but also a very down-to-earth guy.

In his opinion, Nanhai Town's meager strength alone was not enough to protect his life and property, so he naturally had to find another way out.

In fact, three months ago, he had sent his eldest son to Stormwind City further south to manage shops, while his second daughter followed her husband to Menethil Harbor in the Wetlands to run a leather business.

Although the children are far away from each other, it is quite troublesome to meet each other, but it is still much better than the whole family getting together and being killed.

Don't think this is a joke. For ordinary people who have just experienced the Scourge of the Undead and the invasion of the Burning Legion, they can most appreciate the fragility of life, so nothing is more important than protecting themselves and their families...

"Hey! Dear Mr. Employer! It will be dark in two hours. Where are we going to spend the night tonight? Don't tell me you plan to camp in the wild." A male guard who appeared to be in his early 30s suddenly stopped in his tracks , turned around and asked loudly.

Old George touched the back of his head with thinning hair, and responded in a slightly tired voice: "Don't worry, I'm not stupid enough to expose the caravan to the sight of those damned undead in this dangerous time. As long as you walk a little further, you will see a small wooden house in which a reclusive mage lives, and we can stay overnight."

"A reclusive mage? I have been in Nanhai Town for half a year, why have I never heard of it?" Another younger guard showed doubts in his eyes.

"Hahahaha! What's so strange about this. Your Excellency doesn't seem to like socializing with people, so he rarely goes out on weekdays, but all businessmen and travelers who often pass by here know about the forest cabin. We just need to A trivial gift, to be precise, daily supplies, can be exchanged for his protection." Old George explained with a laugh.

"I see..." The young guard nodded thoughtfully, and then communicated with his companions with very dark eyes.

The latter made a gesture of being calm and calm, and continued to follow behind the team silently. While everyone was not paying attention, he threw a round metal badge on the ground.

About ten minutes later, when the caravan was far away, a petite masked woman suddenly emerged from the grass.

Without further ado, she immediately picked up the badge and checked it carefully, and soon found the small characters engraved on the back, and muttered to herself: "A reclusive mage? Did you escape from Dalaran when the disaster struck? Or is it the Kirin Tor?" Has the parliament noticed our activities? No! This matter must be reported to the Duke immediately..."

Before Hua could finish speaking, another masked man came out, grabbed the badge, and asked with a sneer, "What? Are you scared?"

"Damn it! Give me the badge! In addition, tonight's actions must stop. You don't even understand who the enemy we are about to face is!" the masked woman snapped.

"Hmph! If you're timid, just say timid! I knew that a woman like you is not suitable to be in the organization. Maybe pleasing men is what you are best at, isn't it?" As he said that, the man suddenly pulled out his dagger , with lightning speed, lifted the woman's mask.

moment!

A beautiful face with a touch of danger, exposed to the rays of the setting sun.

Short black hair, emerald green eyes, small nose, and seductive red lips, coupled with bumpy tight leather armor, like a rose with thorns, reminding the guy who wants to pick it, be prepared to get hurt at any time, Even prepare to die.

"you wanna die!"

The woman was obviously irritated, she pulled out the dagger pinned to her waist, and pounced on it like a leopard.

She has undoubtedly undergone quite professional fighting training, and every attack is aimed at the vital point, if the opponent is not paying attention, she will die immediately.

"That's right! Hahahaha! That's right! That's it! Do you know what I like most about you? Because you are more rebellious than ordinary women. I like women who resist most, because it can bring a lot of extra excitement And a sense of conquest." The man waved the dagger calmly, while parrying, blocking, and dodging, while making teasing words.

His fighting skills are even more sophisticated. Not only did he avoid all the attacks without any mistakes, but he also counterattacked while taking advantage of the gaps in the attacks. In just two to three minutes, he lifted all the leather armor and clothes off the woman's body. The white and alluring skin was exposed, especially the chest, which was almost completely released.

"Asshole! Remember it!"

The woman knew that if she continued, she must be the one who would suffer, so she threw the dagger in her hand, turned around and got into the grass, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

The man didn't have any intention of chasing after him, he just raised the dagger and put it on his nose to sniff, and said to himself with enjoyment: "It's such an intoxicating fragrance! Dear Sophia, whether it's you or the whole Regardless of the organization, sooner or later it will belong to me. Under my leadership, the great Alterac nobles will regain their previous status and glory, and I will kill anyone who dares to stand in the way..."

Chapter 7 tasks

"Interesting, is this arcane energy?"

Staring at the bottle emitting a mysterious violet halo inside, a faint smile appeared on Zhang Cheng's face.

Although at this moment, he has not closed his eyes for more than forty hours in a row, his spirit is extremely excited.

Because with the knowledge he had acquired in large quantities from books, he could finally extract pure arcane energy without the help of simplified job templates.

To put it in a simple and easy-to-understand way, it is to visualize the mana in the game and form a mysterious substance that does not know whether it is gaseous or liquid.

Don't take this for granted, for an Azerothian mage, the ability to tap pure arcane energy means crafting magic items.

Take the enchanting robes worn by many spellcasting professions as an example. The arcane rune lines looming on them are the products of arcane energy and fine silk threads processed in a special way.

In addition, there are arcane runes, all kinds of magic dust, magic light fragments, immortal essence, etc., all derived from these colorful original arcane energy.

It can be said that if a mage masters the technique of extracting the original arcane energy, then he no longer has to worry about money in his life. He only needs to extract some arcane energy and sell it to merchants every once in a while, and he can easily get rich returns .

Of course, limited by his own strength, the arcane energy extracted by Zhang Cheng is not very pure, and can only be used to make some elementary magic materials.

Just when he was about to build a magic wand for himself to practice his hands according to the method recorded in the book, he suddenly heard a messy sound of knocking and knocking outside the house, followed by a man shouting loudly in the common language : "Your Honorable Master, I am Old George, are you at home?"

"Old George?"

Zhang Cheng frowned subconsciously, looked out through the gap in the window, and found several carriages parked in an open space only a few tens of meters away from the wooden house.

In the lead, an old man with a bit of bald head was carrying a few heavy sacks, looking eagerly at the second floor, as if waiting for a positive answer.

The other party obviously didn't know that the mage who originally lived here had been dead for a long time, leaving only one corpse still lying on the bed.

Just when he was very hesitant to go out to meet these Azeroth natives and learn some information from the outside world, a few lines of small words suddenly appeared on the parchment that had not been moved for many days.

task:

One, the apprentice's trial, arrived in the magical kingdom of Dalaran within ten days, and was approved by the Kirin Tor Council.Successful completion of the reward opens the talent tree, failure permanently closes the talent.

Second, the eyes in the dark, you have been targeted by mysterious enemies.Successfully resolve this crisis and randomly reward one professional skill.

Three, the businessman's ambition, to help Old George fulfill his wish.Successful completion of the task will reward a Flint Staff, and no penalty for failure.

"Hehe, what are you? A mission log?" Zhang Cheng stared at the parchment and complained dumbfoundingly.

But unfortunately, the parchment didn't seem to have the ability to think, and didn't respond to his teasing. After showing the task, it quickly returned to calm.