Casting spells

Maybe he is not afraid of powerful monsters, but he is completely at a loss for this mysterious power that is far beyond his comprehension.

"Hold on! This should be some kind of soul-dead creature! Buy us some time to cast the spell!" The oldest caster hurriedly shouted at the top of his voice.

Compared with fighters who are very weak in energy perception, they can feel the extreme concentration of death energy best. They understand that once the black smoke pours into the body, it is not only as simple as death, even the soul is swallowed together, becoming a dead body. part of death.

death!

The most extreme and pure death!

Obviously, when Zhang Cheng created these creatures, he added part of his own understanding of the rules, making them difficult to kill.

It didn't take long for nearly half of the team to become poor victims, disappearing from this world forever.

Seeing this scene, Allens shivered subconsciously, with deep awe and fear in his eyes.

Because at this moment, he realized how lucky his original team was, never having encountered such a difficult opponent, otherwise it would have been impossible to leave alive.

Just when the number of these elite soldiers was decreasing and the entire army was about to be annihilated, the leading knight finally collapsed and couldn't help shouting loudly: "Stop! Stop! We admit defeat!"

"Admit defeat? Sorry, there is no such option." Zhang Cheng mercilessly rejected the opponent's surrender.

"No!!!! I am the envoy sent by the lord! You can't kill me! Otherwise he won't let you go!" The knight tried to hold his own life by threatening and intimidating.

"Then let him come! I welcome more people to join this game!"

"No!!!! You crazy! Devil! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

With piercing screams, the knight was finally swallowed by the power of death and became a member of the walking dead.

As for the three spellcasters, they are completely surrounded right now, and they dare not even move, for fear of accidentally causing death, they just stay where they are, praying that the master of the tower will look down on the fellow spellcasters. Forgive me for my own life.

Seeing the walking corpses occupied by the death energy keep moving forward, Aarons couldn't bear it anymore, and immediately said: "Master, the remaining three people are all members of the Spellcasters Guild, I suggest you better It’s not easy to kill them, but to ask clearly before talking.”

Because the old man who is the leader is the mentor who led him into the magic hall in the past.Regardless of whether it is emotional or reasonable, you must stand up and try to intercede.

"Spellcasters' Guild?" A strange expression appeared on Zhang Cheng's face.

"Yes! The Guild of Spellcasters! This is a neutral organization in Pangea, usually managed by the most powerful and famous local spellcasters, and rarely intervenes in political, military and other events. Maybe they just want to talk to you Meet with the above, or discuss whether we can exchange some magic knowledge and materials with each other." The young man explained quickly.

"Okay! Then I will leave this matter to you. Don't let me down, or you should know how serious the consequences are."

Contrary to this meaningful sentence, Zhang Cheng directly waved his hand and drove the young man out of the upper floor of the tower.

Allens only felt his eyes blur, and the next second he appeared on the bottom floor out of thin air.

The old man spotted him immediately, stood up excitedly and shouted: "Alans! Help us!"

"Of course, dear mentor." The young man calmed down the tension in his heart a little, and then ordered to the monsters surrounding him: "Stand back! Your mission is over!"

"Roar!!!!"

Whether it was the walking dead or those monsters, they all let out deep and hoarse roars, turned around and disappeared at the end of the passage.

Watching these terrifying guys go away, the old man finally breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead and cheeks with his wide sleeve, and sighed with a wry smile: "Unexpectedly, I will be saved by you one day. Can you tell me about this tower and what happened to you? I can feel that your current magic power has far surpassed mine, and is not even inferior to the chairman."

"Of course, mentor. But before that, you still go to the kitchen with me, and we eat and talk."

Chapter 41 The Paradise of the Spellcaster

Although Allens's identity is only a humble servant, he still has the right to command the bottom maids, magic puppets and activated armor.

So under his instruction, the kitchen quickly prepared a sumptuous amount of food, and within a short while, dozens of exquisite food exuding tempting aromas were served on the dining table.

Looking at the dishes that had never been seen before, as well as the artificial life and magic puppets standing behind them, the three members from the Spellcaster's Guild stared wide-eyed, as if they couldn't believe what they saw with their own eyes.

Especially the latter, they dare not even dream that all the daily work in a magic tower is handed over to artificial life and puppets.

Among them, the intelligence of artificial life is not even inferior to that of normal humans. Not only can it execute extremely complicated orders, but it also has a certain ability to make subjective judgments. Coupled with its exquisite appearance and figure, it is the dream of every spellcaster. helper.

Shock!

Amazed!

envy!

worship!

……

Stimulated by a series of complex emotions, a middle-aged spellcaster with a mustache clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and said to himself: "Heaven! This is simply the paradise that spellcasters dream of!"

"You're right! This is heaven for us! Tell me, Alans, how can we stay?" Another caster couldn't help asking.

Hearing these words, the young man immediately smiled wryly and shook his head: "I'm sorry, I don't know either. In fact, I don't even know why the Tower Master took me in."

"Damn it! Then why didn't you take us to see the tower owner?" The middle-aged man with a mustache stood up suddenly, with a strong ambition in his tone.

He knew it without asking, he felt that since Zhang Cheng was willing to take in an apprentice with ordinary talent, he would naturally not reject him.

"Take you to see the tower master?" Allen Si's eyes showed an idiot look. "Do you think I have such a right? No, I'm just a lowly servant, and I don't even have the authority to leave the tower. Do you understand? Also, if the tower master wants to see you, he will appear in front of you directly, and Not waiting for a minion introduction."

"Damn it! I'm not reconciled!"

"I'm also not reconciled!"

"Shut up! Look at your ugly looks at the moment! Are you worthy of being called a proud spellcaster?"

The old man really couldn't see it, so he took the initiative to stand up and said nothing.

But soon, he turned his attention to his former apprentice, and lowered his voice to test: "Alans, tell me, what kind of person is the tower master? Why did he build such an amazing tower in the depths of the forest? The magic tower? And what about those terrible monsters?"

"I'm sorry, Teacher, I don't know anything. Even so far, I have only met the tower owner no more than ten times." The young man deliberately pretended to be very embarrassed.

He is not a fool, he understands that the other party wants to take the opportunity to find out the details of the tower owner, and then decides what action to take.

From the moment he became an apprentice, he had made up his mind to abandon the past and give all his allegiance to the great tower master first.

After all, it is the instinct of most intelligent beings to worship and follow the strong, regardless of good or evil, order or chaos.

Looking at the history of the earth, look at those barbaric grassland peoples from the north. There is one executioner with blood on their hands, who plunders wealth and slaughters civilians at every turn.

But so what?

Isn't it because a large group of so-called "historians" and "historians" smeared them, and even an out-and-out scum like Temujin can be called "the proud of the generation".

Human beings have established a ridiculous moral system, and they will be selectively blind at this time, and even classify it as primitive and backward human civilization in the past.

"I don't know?" The old man frowned suddenly, obviously dissatisfied with the answer.