Casting spells

Conspiracy, power, struggle...

As the sun slowly sets from the sea level, New York's underground world once again ushered in a restless night. If you stand high in the sky, you will find that there are people coming and going in and out of the hidden strongholds in every corner of the city, but some of them are Intact, some lying down.

As the conflicts between the lords of Brooklyn continued to escalate, the entire Brooklyn district had fallen into a bloodbath. People with a little sense would choose to find a safe place to hide from the limelight.

Only those ambitious guys will choose to join one of them, and please the lord they are loyal to by killing enemies, so that they can get rich rewards after victory.

Of course, most of these people are out-and-out consumables and cannon fodder. On the one hand, they test the opponent's details, and on the other hand, they weaken the opponent's strength. They simply cannot survive the cruel mutual consumption stage.

Zhang Cheng, who hadn't left his residence for a long time, was standing on the roof of a 25-story commercial building at this moment, condescendingly watching seven or eight black shadows attacking a stronghold in the distance.

All of a sudden, there were gunshots, explosions, shouts, and screams, as if they were fighting a war.

The battle lasted only a few minutes, and the well-prepared attack easily killed all the resisters inside, dragged the corpses out one by one, threw them into the truck prepared in advance, and then drove away, leaving only a large area of ​​blood and blood that had not been cleaned up. damage marks.

After a while, two trucks with the English letters of Cypress Cleaning Company stopped at the door, followed by four people who got out of the trucks, rushed into the house and used super powers to wipe away the blood and repair the bullets with extremely skilled movements. Kong, restored the house to its original state in less than 15 minutes. If he hadn't witnessed what happened just now, no one would have thought that there had been a fierce battle here not long ago.

"Hehe, is it just a war game? It seems to be quite interesting." Zhang Cheng said to himself with a half-smile.

"No, Your Excellency, this is far from being a war game. At best, it can only be regarded as a mutual test. Before the Supreme Council officially announces the start, any lord will not act rashly, otherwise what awaits them will be severe. Punishment." Polman, who was standing beside him, explained in a low voice, flicking his hair disheveled by the wind.

"Oh? What does a real war game look like?" Zhang Cheng asked with great interest.

Polman shivered subconsciously, and replied with a wry smile: "I'm very sorry, I have never participated in war games, I only heard that when the game starts, the council will let all the lords and their subordinates enter another space, where Start a bloody fight, and only the victor can come out alive. The last war game was in Queens 15 years ago. A total of 3000 lords participated, and the number of followers exceeded [-], but the last one came back alive There are less than a hundred of them, and the rest are all dead."

Although there are not many descriptions and descriptions, Zhang Cheng can feel the tragedy at that time just based on a series of cold numbers.

Among other things, the death of more than 3000 people is enough to prove that the "war game" is not just a game, but a veritable war of superpowers.

Just as he was thinking about why the Supreme Council chose such a bloody way to select a successor, two middle-aged white men in their 40s suddenly pushed open the door of the rooftop and hurried over.

Among them, a man with a gray jacket and a bushy beard came straight to him, leaned slightly with one hand on his chest, and said cautiously: "Mr. Wizard, the target has appeared, do you think it is possible to pay us?"

"Oh? Has it appeared?" Zhang Cheng hurriedly raised the binoculars in his hand and looked towards the back door of a four-story supermarket in the distance.

I saw a strong man with a gloomy expression coming out of the corner at some point, pointing at the five young men, as if giving orders.

The strong man was none other than the werewolf leader he had been looking for for a long time - Salas.

"Porman, give them the reward." The corners of Zhang Cheng's mouth curled up slightly, and a icy chill flashed in his eyes.

"Here! You can open it now!" Polman threw a small lockbox over without any nonsense.

After catching it, the two immediately opened it and glanced at it. Unconcealable surprise appeared on their faces. They bent down and bowed again, turned around and disappeared into the safe passage.

Not long after they left, Zhang Cheng stood up and shook the dust off his body, opened the Flint staff wrapped in layers of sackcloth, and tied the small leather bag filled with potion to his belt. It is ready to fight.

To be precise, from the moment the parchment scroll gave the task, Salas was doomed to die.

Because whether it was to get rewards or to avenge his almost death at the hands of the other party, Zhang Cheng would try every means to kill this dangerous werewolf leader.

Today, through the bounty released in the underground world, he finally traced the hiding place of the other party, and the next thing to do is to rush in and start a killing spree.

Polman obviously knew this, and reminded with a serious expression: "Your Excellency, are you sure you want to be alone? You don't need to ask a few demon hunters or vampires for help?"

Zhang Cheng sneered and shook his head: "No, no, I am enough alone. This is my battle, and no outsiders are needed to intervene. Remember, your task is to wait here and clean up the scene after I leave ,do you understand?"

"Bright……"

Before Polman could finish speaking, Zhang Cheng suddenly stepped out of the protective fence and jumped straight from the height of the 25th floor.

Normally, the gravitational acceleration generated by this altitude is enough to make anyone fall into a meatloaf, even a werewolf with strong muscle power is no exception.

But at the moment when he was about to make intimate contact with the hard ground, a strong airflow emerged out of thin air, abruptly slowing down the speed of descent, and even making his body float, gliding close to the ground at a very fast speed.

Through the dim light, Polman vaguely saw that an unknown figure in the shape of a tornado was supporting Zhang Cheng.

Although he doesn't know the wind element of Azeroth, he also knows that it must be some kind of supernatural creature, like a dragon, a giant, a monster, a vampire...

Relying on the summoned wind element - Vera, Zhang Cheng rushed to the back door of the supermarket in just a few seconds, and then threw out the long-prepared flame storm.

next second...

boom!

The scorching flame instantly engulfed the werewolf who had no time to react!

Without even getting a good look at their assailants, they fell to the ground, rolling and flapping, trying to extinguish the ignited hairs.

Chapter 86 The Killing

"Vera! Kill them all!" Zhang Cheng gave an order to the summoned wind element without hesitation.

According to his understanding of werewolves, the possibility of ordinary people surviving in this supermarket is almost zero, so there is no need to have any scruples, just kill them all.

"Yes! Master!"

Vera responded through a telepathic connection, quickly spinning the airflow around her body at high speed, and rushed straight to one of the werewolves lying on the ground trying to extinguish the remaining fire on her body.

Before the latter had time to recover from the sudden flame storm, he immediately felt a piercing pain.

Looking up, he found that his entire upper body was bloody and mutilated by the invisible air blade, and some parts even showed thick bones. What was even more frightening was that the werewolf's super regeneration ability could not heal the wound in a short time.

Because during the cutting process, many things like static electricity remain inside the ruptured skin and muscles, which seriously hinders the repair of damaged cells.

"Ahhhhhh!!! Damn it! Help me! There's a monster here!" The werewolf yelled as he transformed quickly, trying to break free with his powerful muscles.

But unfortunately, the wind element does not have a so-called body and a fixed form. He waved his claws and finally failed to grab anything, but lost several fingers instead.

When the other two werewolves heard their companions calling for help, they didn't even care about continuing to put out the flames.

Only Salas realized that the situation was not good, turned around and ran to the warehouse at the back door of the supermarket, without any regard for the life and death of his subordinates, to be precise, he used his subordinates as cannon fodder for delaying time.

"Hmph! Still want to run?"

Zhang Cheng sneered, and raised his hand to summon the water element Melroas, the fire element Thasos, and the earth element Sethern, and let them block all the exits from four directions.

Now no matter which direction the werewolf leader wants to come out from, he is bound to face one of the elements.

As for those ordinary werewolves, they have long been turned into a sticky flesh and blood mixture by Vera's strangulation. Only the hardest bones are proudly preserved. From a distance, they look like scenes that only appear in horror movies. .

Obviously, purely physical attacks alone couldn't really hurt it.

Taking a deep breath of the blood-smelling air, Zhang Cheng felt his recently indifferent nerves start to become excited again, just like the intense stimulation that cannot be described in words when a hunter launches a fatal blow to his prey.

"This feeling...is really great..." He raised the corner of his mouth and muttered to himself, while taking out well water full of arcane energy from his purse and drinking it.

In the blink of an eye, violet light began to surround the body, forming a layer of energy cluster.