Spellcasting Heavens

Interesting, is this arcane energy?

Looking at the bottle emitting a mysterious violet halo, a faint smile appeared on Zhang Cheng's face.

Although at this moment, he has not closed his eyes for more than 40 consecutive hours, but his spirit is very excited.

Because with the knowledge he has gathered from books, he can finally extract pure arcane energy without the help of simplified occupational templates.

To put it another way, it is to visualize the mana in the game, and to form a mysterious substance that is not known to be gaseous or liquid.

Don't think it's okay, for an Azerothian mage, being able to draw pure arcane energy means crafting magic items.

Take the enchanted robes worn by many caster professions as an example, the arcane rune thread looming above is the product of arcane energy and superior silk thread treated in a special way.

In addition, there are arcane runes, various spell dusts, magic light fragments, inextinguishable essences, etc., all derived from these brilliantly colored primitive arcane energies.

It can be said that if a mage masters the skills of extracting primitive arcane energy, then he will no longer have to worry about money in his life. He only needs to extract some arcane energy to sell to merchants every once in a while, and it is easy to get rich returns. .

Of course, due to the limitation of his own strength, the purity of the arcane energy extracted by Zhang Cheng is not very high, and can only be used to make some elementary magic materials.

Just when he wanted to build a magic wand for himself to practice his hand according to the method recorded in the book, he suddenly heard a cluttered sound from outside the house, followed by a man shouting loudly in common language. : Your Excellency Mage, I am old George, are you at home?

Old George?

Zhang Cheng frowned subconsciously, looked out through the gap in the window, and found several carriages parked in the open space only a few dozen meters away from the wooden house.

The head was a somewhat bald old man who was carrying several heavy sacks and looked at the second floor earnestly, as if waiting for a positive answer.

The other party obviously did not know that the mage who originally lived here had been dead for a long time, and only one corpse was still lying on the bed.

Just when he was very hesitant to go out, meet these Azeroth natives, and get some information from the outside world, a few lines of small words suddenly appeared on the parchment that had not been moving for many days.

Task:

One, the trial of the apprentice, arrived in the magical kingdom of Dalaran within ten days, and was approved by the Kirin Tor Council. Successful completion of the reward will open the talent tree, failure will permanently close the talent.

Two, eyes in the dark, you have been targeted by a mysterious enemy. Successfully resolve this crisis and randomly reward one professional skill.

Third, the ambition of the businessman, to help the old George fulfill his wish. Successful completion of the task will reward you with a flint staff, and there will be no punishment for failure.

Hehe, what are you? A mission log? Zhang Cheng stared at the parchment and complained in disbelief.

But unfortunately, the parchment didn't seem to have the ability to think, and did not respond to his ridicule. After showing the task, it quickly returned to calm.

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

He muttered to himself in a low voice, he quickly took off his casual clothes, took out a set of robes and boots belonging to Risen from the closet and put them on, followed by pushing the door to the balcony on the second floor. said: Sorry, if you are looking for my teacher, I am afraid you will be disappointed. Not long ago, he left this world.

Leave... leave this world?

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

Yes, he died, and he left a suicide note before he died.

I'm going to Dalaran to report his death to the Kirin Tor Council. Speaking, Zhang Cheng took out the ironic suicide note and shook it in front of everyone.

After much consideration, he decided to integrate into the world as a Risen apprentice.

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

Old George was stunned, looked at the young man standing in front of him, and after a while he asked, Since the Master is gone, can you allow us to stay here for one night? I am willing to pay you handsomely.

Zhang Cheng calmly glanced at the members of the team, and You Qi paused for a moment on the two sword-wielding warriors, and finally nodded with a pretense: Yes! I allow you to rest in front of the wooden house, but you can't come up. I am a I like quiet people, so please reduce the noise as much as possible.

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

The overjoyed old George hurried forward two steps and raised the sack he was carrying.

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, vegetables and other foods.

Although it was not worth much, it was quite attractive to him who had been eating magic bread for more than half a month.

You must know that the bread made by the food creation technique can barely fill the stomach, but the taste and taste are not flattering, it is basically similar to sawdust.

Some of the local products of Nanhai Town, please don't dislike them. In fact, every time we pass by here, we will bring some to Your Excellency Risen. Old George explained graciously.

That's it, I accept your kindness, thank you. Zhang Cheng thanked 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 his drooling appearance, and he didn't want the image he finally built up to be destroyed.

Huh... it's going well, isn't it? Old George turned around and smiled at the two guards, followed by a gesture, signaling the coachmen to set up camp.

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

No one noticed at all that when the sun went down, a group of dark shadows silently surrounded the wooded hut from all directions. Put on a black face towel and join in.

For a moment, the shadow of evil hangs over the hut, and maybe the next second, a terrible attack will happen...