Casting spells

"Well, since you want me to interact with the natives of this world, then I will do as you wish..."

Muttering something to himself, he quickly took off his casual clothes, took out a set of robes and boots that belonged to Ruisen from the closet, and put them on, followed by pushing the door to the balcony on the second floor. He said: "I'm sorry, if you are looking for my teacher, I'm afraid you will be disappointed. Not long ago, he left this world."

"Leave...leave this world?"

The little girl with long blond hair, her eyes showed the fear from the bottom of her heart, and her whole body trembled involuntarily.

"Yes, he passed away, and he left a suicide note before he died. I am planning to go to Dalaran and report the news of his death to the Kirin Tor Council." As he spoke, Zhang Cheng took out the ironic letter The suicide note dangled in front of everyone.

After careful consideration, he decided to integrate into this world as an apprentice of Ruisen.

After all, after 20 years from the Dark Portal, after Dalaran was devastated, Risen lived a life of seclusion alone. For more than four years, it was enough for him to train a mage apprentice.

Old George was dumbfounded, looked at the young man standing in front of him, and after a while he hesitated to ask: "Since the original mage is gone, can you allow us to stay here for one night? I am willing to pay you handsomely."

Zhang Cheng glanced at the members of the team calmly, especially staying on the two sword-wielding warriors for a moment, and finally nodded pretendingly: "Yes! I allow you to rest in front of the wooden house, but you cannot come up. I am a People who like quietness, so please keep the noise down as much as possible.”

"Of course! Thank you very much! Oh, by the way, I have a little gift here, please be sure to accept it."

Old George, who was overjoyed, hurried forward two steps and raised the sack in his hand high.

"Gift?" Zhang Cheng bent down and opened the bag inexplicably, and found that it was full of bread, pies, cheese, ham, bacon, and fresh fruits and vegetables.

Although it wasn't worth much, it was still quite attractive to him who ate magic bread for more than half a month.

You must know that although the bread made by the art of cooking can barely fill your stomach, the taste and texture are not flattering, and it is basically similar to sawdust.

"Please don't dislike some local products from Nanhai Town. In fact, every time we pass by here, we will bring some to Mr. Ruisen." Old George explained graciously.

"I see. I accept your kindness, thank you." Zhang Cheng thanked him politely, dragged the two sacks to the balcony on the second floor, and walked into the house without looking back.

He was hungry, but he didn't want outsiders to see him drooling, and he didn't want the image he had built with great difficulty to be ruined.

"Huh...it's going well, isn't it?" Old George turned around and smiled at the two guards, and then gestured for the coachmen to set up camp.

Under his command, after a while, the warm bonfire was lit, and everyone sat around the bonfire, discussing what happened just now.

No one noticed at all that when the sun went down, a group of black shadows quietly surrounded the forest cabin from all directions, and the two guards with ulterior motives took off their heavy armor at a convenient opportunity, Put on a black face towel and join in the fun.

For a moment, evil shadows shrouded the hut, maybe in the next second, a terrible attack will happen...

Chapter 8 Arcane Crystals

The bright moon was in the sky, and the slightly cold night wind blew gently across the campsite, making everyone involuntarily tighten their cloaks and lean against the warm bonfire. Take a sip of Nanhai Town's specialty, a cheap but choking low-quality spirit.

Although according to the rules of the caravan, no one is allowed to drink alcoholic beverages during the journey, but in practice, they always turn a blind eye to it, but no one will care about this rule unless they drink until they become unconscious. Regulation.

After all, being a merchant is not a safe occupation. Let alone the bandits that you may encounter along the way, just being attacked by various wild animals in the wild is enough to cause a headache.

As a group of people who don't know if there is a tomorrow after today, they naturally need something to relax their spirits, so alcohol and tobacco have naturally become an inevitable choice.

Old George was drinking hot soup while brushing his little daughter's hair, and asked with a smile: "Jenny, how did it feel to spend the night in the wilderness for the first time? Did you feel scared?"

"Well, kinda..."

The girl named Jenny carefully glanced at a dark forest, and subconsciously tightened her neck.

Perhaps it was because she had experienced the natural disasters of the undead, or she had heard too many scary stories, so she was very timid, and she would act tremblingly at the slightest sign of trouble, as if there were terrible monsters hidden in the dark.

"Hahahaha! My lovely little Jenny, don't be afraid. Have you seen the mage in the room? As long as he is there, no matter whether it is a robber or a monster, he dare not approach easily. The powerful power of magic, but It is not comparable to mere swords." Old George laughed and comforted him.

But just when he was about to say something, he suddenly felt a chill in his neck, and saw a sharp blade glowing with cold light, which he didn't know when it touched his jaw. As long as he exerted a little force, it would instantly penetrate through the brain, causing The person died instantly.

"Don't move! Don't make a sound! Otherwise, I will kill you!" A deep voice warned.

"I didn't move! Don't touch my daughter! Do you know who the goods you are robbing belong to?" Old George obviously experienced a similar situation, and hurriedly raised his hand to show that he had no intention of resisting, and at the same time tried to use words intimidate each other.

Because he noticed that in just a few seconds, more than a dozen masked men left the dark shelter and captured all the drivers, and the two guards he hired were also missing.

After calming down and thinking for a few seconds, he could think that the caravan had already been targeted from the moment it left Nanhai Town.

The only thing he didn't understand was why the men in black in front of him waited until now to act. Don't they fear the power of magic?

"Hmph! I advise you not to be too smart! Of course we know what these goods are, and we know that the mages of Dalaran need them. But so what? You think we will be afraid of a group of people hiding in the magic shield A lost dog?" The masked man sneered and taunted, walked to one of the carriages, and accurately found the delicate wooden box hidden in the mezzanine.

With little effort, he knocked on the lock with ease. The moment the lid was opened, the dazzling brilliance immediately hurt everyone's eyes.

Pieces of crystals the size of a baby's fist exude colorful magical charms, as if they can suck a person's soul into them.

"Oh my God! Arcane... arcane crystals! There really are arcane crystals! We've made a fortune!" Another masked man clenched his fists excitedly.

If there is any mineral that is the most valuable in the continent of Azeroth, then it must be arcane crystals. Compared with it, gold mines, silver mines, and mithril mines are all insignificant.

This kind of crystal, which is completely condensed from mysterious arcane energy, can not only be used to create powerful magic equipment, but also a necessity for mages to build arcane towers. There are only a few thorium veins with rich reserves. There is an extremely low probability of being accompanied, and its value cannot be measured by money.

Obviously, Dalaran, which is being rebuilt, needs to consume a lot of arcane crystals, so anyone who can bring arcane crystals can take this opportunity to establish a friendly relationship with the Kirin Tor Council, so that they can get all kinds of magic crystals in the future. Priority purchase rights for a variety of alchemy potions and magic items.

No businessman would be foolish enough to doubt the ability and speed of mages to create wealth. Even in their eyes, mages can be directly equated with lovely gold and silver coins.

Seeing the most valuable goods being turned over, old George's face immediately became ugly, struggling to stand up and protect his property.

But before his knees straightened, he immediately felt a heavy blow to the back of his head, and he fell to the ground with a plop. The dark red blood soon dyed his hair red and slid down his neck.

"Ah!!!! Dad! What's wrong with you! Go away! Get away from me and Dad!" Jenny saw that her father was injured, and rushed over, trying to push the attacker away.

But it was a pity that with her slender arms, she was obviously not a match for a strong adult man.

The masked man effortlessly grabbed the girl's wrist, squeezed the little face mixed with fear and anger with the other hand, and teased unscrupulously: "Hahahaha! Look! There is a sign here Girl! Maybe we can have a good time together after this ticket is done."

"No! Get your dirty hands off! Don't touch my daughter! Otherwise... otherwise..."

In desperation, old George threw himself on desperately, ignoring his bleeding head, and snatched his daughter back from the other party.

"What else? Old man! Be honest! Otherwise, I don't mind getting rid of you first." The masked man kicked him contemptuously.

Old George lowered his head without making any resistance.

Because he understands that under the current situation, the best way to protect his daughter is not to argue, but to honestly try not to provoke the other party as much as possible, and then patiently wait for the mage in the wooden house to notice what happened outside.

Having seen the powerful fire, frost, and arcane magic released by mages in battle, he firmly believes that the power of magic is far greater than that of swords.

The masked man at the head undoubtedly understood that mages were not easy to deal with. After controlling the situation, he immediately made a gesture, and with the help of hook claws and ropes, he climbed up to the platform on the second floor from the side with three subordinates. feet close to doors and windows.

Just as one of them was trying to look in through the gap in the plank, suddenly a scorching fireball shattered the plank and hit him hard in the face.

boom!

After a deafening bang, the unlucky guy didn't even have time to let out a scream, and fell directly from the platform on the second floor, turning into a charred black corpse.