Spellcasting Heavens

Idiot! Do you think you can fool my eyes with this clumsy stealth skill? The Forsaken Apothecary sneered and pulled out a dagger that emits a strange green light, and stabbed Sophia's eyes fiercely.

Due to the proximity, she didn't have time to dodge at all, so she only raised her arms and tried to block with the arm guards.

But after all, the leather could not resist the piercing of the sharp blade, and blood splattered all at once!

In just a few seconds or so, the primary color of the blood changed from bright red to chilling black!

And it exudes a pungent stench!

Sophia's face changed drastically, she tore off the wrist guard and sleeve at a very fast speed, gritted her teeth and cut off all the muscles around the wound with a dagger.

As a seasoned assassin, she could tell at a glance how violent the poison used by the opponent was, and as long as she slowed down, she would be in immediate danger of death.

Seeing the bright red blood flowing out of the wound again, she breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly tightened her arms with her torn sleeves and made a simple tourniquet to prevent coma and shock caused by excessive blood loss.

Of course, even then, her injured arm couldn't use any weapons.

In just one round, the Forsaken Apothecary showed a wealth of combat experience, as well as a variety of magical potions with him.

In addition, the undead monster next to him made up of many corpses is obviously not very easy to deal with.

After roughly judging the situation in front of him, Zhang Cheng jumped off his horse and stood in front of the other person unhurriedly. Important members, if you don’t mind, can you hand over the research notes and materials you carry with you? I promise, as long as you hand over the materials about the new plague, you can leave safely.”

Hehehe, Dalaran Mage, do you think you are the only one who can stop me from returning to Tarren Mill? The Forsaken Apothecary asked in disdain.

Well, it seems that the battle just now made you a little too confident, so let me teach you what humility is...

The voice just fell!

Zhang Cheng immediately took out the Soul Silmarillion and summoned Mel Roas sealed inside.

With the sound of rushing water, in the blink of an eye, a tall water element with a height of more than four meters condenses into a relatively fixed form.

Although his original intention was to negotiate, avoid fighting as much as possible, and even make a little exchange when necessary.

But now it seems that the other party obviously has no such plan, and finally has to use violence to get what he wants.

Without any nonsense, when the water element summoning was completed, Zhang Cheng quickly issued an attack order through a spiritual connection.

Melroas raised a huge wave on the spot and rushed towards the location of the stitched monster.

When the huge wave fell from the sky, all the water suddenly froze into a biting ice under the influence of the cold airflow.

The clumsy undead monster didn't have time to avoid it.

At the same time, Zhang Cheng was not idle. A flash came to a place that was only a few meters away from the target, and released a frost nova with a snap, freezing it in place, giving the opponent no time to react at all, followed by another Ice pick.

Although the dead person did not have pain nerves, the severe frostbite still slowed the Forsaken pharmacist's movements. He tried to take something out of the satchel around his waist several times, but he was unable to take it out in the end.

The reason is very simple, Zhang Cheng stabbed the opponent's chest with the end of the flint staff in his hand, causing him to stumble and push for several steps.

How can a guy who can't even maintain the basic balance take out what he wants?

In fact, from the very beginning, Zhang Cheng noticed that the Forsaken Apothecary was not a fighting profession such as a wizard or a warlock.

Rely on all kinds of bizarre poisons and magic potions to deal with the enemy.

So he made up his mind that he must use his speed advantage to control it as quickly as possible, and not give the opponent any chance to use the medicine.

Obviously, his plan was successful. The Forsaken did not expect that a mage would flash directly to his side at the moment of the battle, and he never thought that a mage would not release spells, but stab himself with a staff.

After all, under normal circumstances, the Dalaran mages' strategy is to maintain the maximum distance, and on the premise of ensuring their own safety, use spells to slowly kill the enemy.

But unfortunately, Zhang Cheng is undoubtedly not included in this list. His understanding of the mage profession comes entirely from the game and from the battle between players.

Just as the pharmacist was struggling to get up and fight back, Sophia, who had entered the stealth state at some point, suddenly left the shadow and swung the dagger in an extremely elegant manner, cutting him off in less than two seconds. ten fingers.

Precise! Efficient! fatal!

The female assassin has proved with practical actions that even if she has only one arm left, she is still an object that cannot be ignored.

There is no doubt that without fingers, it is natural to hold anything, especially long and thin medicine bottles.

But the pharmacist of the Forsaken did not show a trace of nervousness or fear, but cracked his mouth and laughed wildly: Hahahaha! Very good! Very good! You are still the first living person to force me to do this! Next, I will make you feel what real despair is!

After all, he raised his palm, which was dripping with antiseptic liquid, and directly stuffed it into his mouth to chew. The disgusting picture could make people spit out the overnight meal.

Before Zhang Cheng could react to what happened, the pharmacist's body began to expand like a balloon, and finally turned into a terrible suture abomination over five meters tall.

How is it? I didn't expect it? I have already remodeled my body! The huge suture augmentation smirked and charged with heavy steps.

Oh—damn! You are such a lunatic! Zhang Cheng's eyes widened, showing an expression of disbelief.

He had seen with his own eyes how this thing dragged the Austrian water puppet with its strange force.

Crazy? No! I'm not crazy! This is art! Alchemy's highest achievement! You Dalaran mages don't know how to appreciate it! The Stitcher roared, uprooting a tree as a weapon and smashing it down.

boom!

Ahhhh!!!!!!

With a loud noise and scattered mud, Sophia fell to the ground and screamed.

Her calf showed a strange curvature, and even an idiot could see that the fracture was quite serious...