Spellcasting Heavens

I have to say that the Archmage's indifferent attitude made Zhang Cheng, who originally planned to confess and be lenient secretly relieved, and quickly sent the female assassin to the Holy Light Chapel, entrusting it to a gentle and beautiful looking man. The priestess then let go and hurried back to her residence.

Because just after the delivery of the new plague information to Ansrem Ruinwiver, the parchment gave a countdown of forty-eight hours.

This also means that the short trip to Azeroth is coming to an end, and the things that need to be done must be done within two days, otherwise, after leaving, I don't know if I can come back.

Although he has not slept well since he came here, staying up late and eating irregularly are more commonplace. His body and spirit have long been very tired. The dark circles around his eyes, which are comparable to national treasures, and the heavy bags under the eyes are all commonplace. Prove that if you don't take a good rest, sudden death is definitely not a joke.

But in order to gain more knowledge and power, he still chose to drink a bottle of refreshing magic potion, and continued to drill into the basement to complete the summoning and imprisonment of the other three elements.

With the help of the powerful thug Mel Roas, the fire element Thassos, the earth element Cessorn, and the wind element Vera soon became Zhang Cheng's possessions.

After putting away the Soul Silmaril, he ran to the old mage Charles non-stop and took a protective badge.

The function of this thing is to enable the wearer to activate an energy shield when needed, resisting all damage including magic and force attacks.

According to the saying in the game, it should be an accessory, and it will not conflict with the magic ring, and it may be able to save lives at critical moments.

After getting all the key things, he finally went to the library again, and borrowed all the books and notes that he was interested in, or that he might use in the future, ready to take them away to study and study slowly.

As for the issue of repayment, he didn't know whether he could come back after he left, so to put it bluntly, he had borrowed but not repaid it.

In this way, he spent 48 busy and fulfilling hours. At the moment when the countdown turned to 00:00, Zhang Cheng and his luggage were enveloped by an indescribable terrifying energy.

Just the next second...

The space was savagely torn apart, forming a terrifying void vortex!

You must know that the scene in front of you is very different from normal magic teleportation!

The latter is to open a short and narrow passage through precise positioning, which will not cause much impact on the space itself, but the former...

Well, to make an inappropriate analogy, if the latter is regarded as a small wooden stick ten centimeters long and about two fingers in diameter, then the latter is the concrete telephone poles on both sides of the road.

Just imagine, when they fall from the sky at the same time, how much difference does it cause to the ground?

Obviously, the destructive power of the latter is more than 10,000 times higher than that of the former. Archimonde the polluter entered the portal of Azeroth, I am afraid that is the level.

Just a few seconds after the vortex was formed, Zhang Cheng was suddenly sucked in by a huge suction force.

There is no loss of time, there is no visible reference, some are just endless chaos, he can't describe what he sees in words, and he is not even sure whether he is dead or alive.

I don't know how long it took, it could be a few seconds, it could be hundreds of years, and when he was about to be driven mad by all kinds of bizarre thoughts and thoughts that appeared inexplicably in his mind, a dazzling white light suddenly lit up in front of him.

When he opened his eyes again, he was surprised to find that he had returned from the basement of the Dalaran house to the slum alleys of Brooklyn, New York.

What's even more interesting is that not far ahead, two werewolves covered in blood were still lying on the ground and sniffing, as if they were looking for new prey.

In order to confirm his guess, Zhang Cheng hurriedly raised his head and glanced at the electronic clock hanging at the entrance of Lidian across the street from his head and body.

The time was exactly 0:00:01 in the morning.

This also means that, according to the time on earth, he only left for about 1 second, and he didn't even go too far for the werewolf who was chasing him.

Interesting... Is the time flow of the two worlds different, or is the time of this world frozen by some mysterious force? Zhang Cheng squinted his eyes and muttered to himself, put down the luggage he was carrying, and walked towards the werewolf. I walked slowly to the location where I was, and I didn't need to ask to know that this was definitely a revenge for being chased and killed.

As a young man with high self-esteem, he doesn't mind being a tortoise when he has no strength, but now that he has gained strength, he naturally has to settle the account.

Especially the damn werewolf, who has almost killed him twice, if he didn't teach the other party a lesson, how could he be so angry.

However, before Zhang Cheng could make his first move, the werewolf with a keen sense of smell found him, and immediately turned around and let out a wolf howl, and opened his bloody mouth to charge.

They, who are dominated by animal nature, did not realize that the young man in front of them was no longer a prey, but a terrifying hunter...

Humph! Courting death!

Zhang Cheng pursed his lips and showed a sneer, and a bright fire quickly appeared in his hands.

When the two werewolves rushed into the narrow alley together, he suddenly raised his arms and made a fist.

boom!

Accompanied by loud noises and explosions, the scorching wall of fire was about to completely engulf the front half of the alley.

As for the two ferocious werewolves, they immediately fell to the ground and kept rolling, trying to extinguish the flames on their bodies.

But unfortunately, the flame storm created by magic is not an ordinary flame, and cannot be extinguished in ordinary ways, and the thick hair on the werewolf has become the most ideal burning object, no matter how they roll, it is useless.

Watching the enemy's pain and struggle, Zhang Cheng's eyes showed a cruel light, raised his staff and began to summon a blizzard, ravaging the opponent with hail.

Obviously, he was not in a hurry to kill the two werewolves, but wanted to torture them and make them feel extreme pain.

With the powerful combat power provided by the mage template, let alone two low-level werewolves, even the werewolf nobles with pure blood can hardly get anything cheap.

Although the werewolf has extraordinary self-recovery ability, under the repeated ravages of the ice and fire, they soon fell to the brink of death.

They tried several times to escape the range of the covering blow, but after only a few steps, they were frozen in place by Frost Nova.

Just when Zhang Cheng was enjoying the thrill of revenge, a blond woman in a low-cut evening dress with a backless slowly walked out of the corner.

She was none other than Catherine Agnes, restaurateur and witch...