Spellcasting Heavens

Conspiracy, power, strife...

As the sun slowly descended from the sea level, the underworld of New York ushered in a restless night once again. If you stand at a high altitude, you will find that those hidden strongholds scattered all over the city are constantly entering and leaving, but some are Intact, some lying down.

As the conflict between the lords of Brooklyn continues to escalate, the entire Brooklyn has been plunged into a bloody storm, and people with a little sense of reason will choose to find a safe place to hide from the limelight.

Only the ambitious will choose to join one of these sides, pleasing their loyal lords by slaughtering their enemies in order to be rewarded handsomely after their victory.

Of course, most of these people are consumables and cannon fodder. On the one hand, they test the opponent's details, and on the other hand, they weaken the opponent's strength, and they simply cannot survive the cruel mutual consumption stage.

Zhang Cheng, who hadn't left his residence for a long time, was now standing on the roof of a twenty-five-story commercial building, condescendingly watching seven or eight black shadows in the distance attacking a stronghold.

For a while, gunshots, explosions, shouts, and screams were heard incessantly, as if they were fighting a war.

The battle only lasted for a few minutes, and a well-prepared attack was convenient to kill all the resisters inside. One by one, the corpses were dragged out, thrown into the truck prepared in advance, and then sped away, leaving only a large area of ​​blood that had not been cleaned up. traces of damage.

After a while, two trucks with the English letters of Cypress Cleaning Company parked at the door, followed by four people who got out of the cars, rushed into the house, and used their superpowers to wipe off blood and repair bullets with extremely skilled movements. Kong, it took less than fifteen minutes to restore the house to its original state. If they hadn't seen the scene just now, no one would have thought that a fierce battle took place here not long ago.

Hehe, is it a war game? It seems to be quite interesting. Zhang Cheng said to himself with a half-smile.

No, Your Excellency, this is far from being a war game, at best it's just a test of each other. No lord will act rashly until the Supreme Council officially announces the start, otherwise severeness will await them. Punishment. Polman, who was standing beside him, fiddled with his hair that had been ruffled by the wind, and explained in a low voice.

Oh? What does a real war game look like? Zhang Cheng asked with interest.

Polman shuddered subconsciously, and replied with a wry smile: I'm very sorry, I've never participated in a war game, I just heard that when the game starts, the council will let all the lords and their subordinates enter another space, where Start a bloody slaughter, and only the victor can come out alive. The last war game was in Queens fifteen years ago. A total of twenty lords participated, and the number of followers was more than 3,000, but they survived in the end. Only less than a hundred returned, and the rest were all dead.

Although there are not many descriptions and descriptions, Zhang Cheng can feel the tragic situation at that time based on a series of cold numbers.

If nothing else, the death of more than 3,000 people is enough to prove that War Game is not just a game, but a veritable superpower war.

Just when he was thinking about why the Supreme Council had to choose his successor in such a bloody way, two middle-aged white men in their forties suddenly pushed open the door of the rooftop and hurried over.

Among them, a man in a gray jacket with a bushy beard came straight forward, put one hand on his chest, bowed slightly, and said cautiously, Mr. Wizard, the target has appeared. Do you think you can pay us?

Oh? Did it appear? Zhang Cheng hurriedly raised the binoculars in his hand and looked at the back door of a four-story supermarket in the distance.

I saw a strong man with a gloomy expression came out of the corner at some point and pointed at the five young people.

As if to order something.

The strong man is none other than the werewolf leader he has been looking for for a long time - Salas.

Polman, give them the reward. The corners of Zhang Cheng's mouth twitched slightly, and a icy chill flashed in his eyes.

Here! You can open it now! Polman threw a small password box over without any nonsense.

After the two caught it, they immediately opened it and glanced at it, with an unconcealed surprise on their faces, bent down and bowed again, turned and disappeared into the safe passage.

Not long after they left, Zhang Cheng stood up and shook the dust off his body, opened the flint staff that was wrapped in layers of sackcloth next to it, and tied the leather bag full of potions to the belt. Is ready to fight.

To be precise, from the moment the parchment scroll gave the task, Salas was doomed to die.

Because whether it was to get a reward or to avenge the revenge that he almost died at the hands of the opponent, Zhang Cheng would try his best to kill this dangerous werewolf leader.

Today, through the bounty posted in the underground world, he finally tracked down the other party's hiding place, and the next thing to do is to rush in and kill.

Polman obviously knew this, and reminded with a serious expression: Your Excellency, are you sure you want to be alone? Don't you need to ask a few magic hunters or vampires to help?

Zhang Cheng sneered and shook his head: No, no, I'm enough alone. This is my battle, and no outsiders are needed to intervene. Remember, your job is to wait here and clean up the scene after I leave. ,do you understand?

Bright……

Before Polman could finish speaking, Zhang Cheng suddenly stepped out of the guardrail and jumped straight from the height of the twenty-fifth floor.

Normally, the gravitational acceleration generated by this height is enough to make any person fall into a pie, even a werewolf with strong muscle strength.

But just as he was about to make intimate contact with the hard ground, a strong airflow emerged out of thin air, abruptly slowing down the speed of descent, and even made his body float, sliding against the ground at a very fast speed.

Through the dim light, Polman could vaguely see that an unknown figure in the shape of a dragon whirlwind was holding Zhang Cheng up.

Although he didn't know Azeroth's wind element, he knew it must be some kind of supernatural creature, like dragons, giants, monsters, vampires...

With the summoned wind element, Vera, Zhang Cheng rushed to the back door of the supermarket in just a few seconds, and then threw the long-prepared flame storm.

next second...

boom!

The scorching fire instantly engulfed the werewolf who had no time to react!

They didn't even see the attacker's face, and began to roll and slap on the ground, trying to extinguish the ignited hair.