Spellcasting Gods

Accompanied by crisp footsteps, a high elf woman with long silver hair burst through the open door.

"And you are?" Zhang Cheng cautiously took two steps back, scrutinizing the other person with a critical gaze.

"Valna Morning Song, it's a pleasure to meet you, young human mage. Do you have some free time now? Let's discuss some alchemical techniques together?" The female elf who called herself Valna raised her chin, revealing the unique arrogance of elves.

"Excuse me, ma'am, I don't know you and I don't want to have any interaction with you. If there's nothing else, please move aside, I'm going home."

Zhang Cheng refused the invitation without hesitation, and then walked away under the other person's angry glare...

Chapter 0294 Spying

"Pfft! Hahahaha! What am I seeing? The famous Varna Morning Song is actually being rejected by a man?"

Not long after Zhang Cheng left, another high elf female mage dressed in a purple robe slowly emerged from the air.

Although most high elves have now followed Prince Kael'thas in changing their names to blood elves, a small minority still disagree with his extreme ideology and retain the title of high elves, or Quel'dorei.

In particular, most of the members who originally belonged to the Kirin Tor Council were unwilling to stoop to consuming mana to alleviate the pain of mana addiction, and returned to Dalaran to find another solution.

Varna Morning Song clearly recognized the other person and rolled her eyes in annoyance: "Shut up! Edith! Don't tell me you didn't sense that human smelled like Sunwell water."

“Of course I felt it! My sense of smell isn’t malfunctioning. But you seem a bit too direct, scaring away our innocent and adorable little guy.” The female elven mage named Edith replied, lightly licking her lips.

No high elf could resist the allure of the Sunwell's water, not even those who claimed to have successfully kicked their magic addiction.

The reason is simple: for the high elves, drawing energy from the Sunwell has become an instinct etched into their souls, even more terrifying than drug addiction. Just a little bit of well water can trigger the most sensitive nerves deep in their subconscious, and then they will be completely immersed in the ultimate pleasure and unable to extricate themselves.

"Scared away? You underestimate this young man who has gained the favor of the Archmage. Although I'm not entirely sure what kind of research they've been conducting these days, one thing is certain: his talent in a certain area far surpasses that of an ordinary mage. Look at the traces left around these experimental tables; I guarantee it's definitely not some ordinary experiment." As she spoke, Varna Morning Song ran her finger lightly across the alchemy table, carefully examining the strangely colored powder.

"So what? Don't forget he's a member of the Kirin Tor Council just like us, and things like love potions can't be used on him," Edith said meaningfully, pursing her lips.

Do not be fooled by the elegant and beautiful appearance of the high elves. These "old guys" who are at least three or four hundred years old are far more cunning than young mages or apprentices in their twenties or thirties.

Since the establishment of Dalaran, countless young human men and women have been exploited or manipulated by the elves. However, most of these cases were consensual, and Silvermoon City is the place where magic flourishes outside of Dalaran, so the council cannot interfere too much.

However, now that the few remaining high elves have parted ways with the blood elves who have broken away from the alliance, they have naturally lost Silvermoon City as their backer and can no longer act as recklessly as before.

Let alone using love potions to make someone madly infatuated with you, you can't easily use any charm spells, otherwise you'll most likely be expelled.

"So what? Don't tell me you're going to give up the chance to get the Sunwell water. Damn it! Just thinking about the pure arcane energy makes me feel hot all over..." Varna Morning Song crossed her arms and began to tremble uncontrollably, her eyes revealing a deep longing.

Edith wasn't much better off, biting her lower lip and desperately trying to suppress the restless magic within her.

Before long, the two high elf mages, both tormented by magic addiction, embraced, kissed, hugged, and caressed each other, trying to distract themselves with desire...

Zhang Cheng was clearly unaware that the well water he carried had attracted the attention of the high elves, who were busy leading Sophia, dressed as a nun, out of the Dalaran magical barrier.

With him, a genuine Kirin Tor council mage, leading the way, the guards at the entrance didn't give him much trouble and simply let him pass.

After the two had walked several kilometers, Sophia ripped off her loose white robe, revealing a black bodysuit underneath, and muttered, "Damn it! We finally escaped! I have to hurry back to Dunholde Castle to report to the Duke."

"Oh? After all that, are you still planning to stay in the Syndicate, this hopeless organization?" Zhang Cheng asked with a half-smile, admiring the other woman's curvaceous figure.

“Of course! I am the daughter of a nobleman from the Kingdom of Alterac. Where else in the world can I stay but in the Syndicate?” Sophia casually tossed aside her robe and asked without turning her head.

"How could there not be? You must understand that the one who ordered the exile of the nobles of Alterac was Terenas Menethil, but now not only has he been killed by his son Arthas, but the glorious Kingdom of Lordaeron has also been destroyed. Do you think anyone would still take that order to heart now? Let go of your past obsessions and find a place to start a new life. For the sake of our previous cooperation, I'll give you one last piece of advice: leave the Syndicate, or you'll soon be in deep trouble."

After saying this, Zhang Cheng smiled slightly and turned to walk towards the direction of the Silver Pine Forest.

Without a doubt, his destination was none other than Shadowfang Keep, a place familiar to countless gamers, or more precisely, the Book of Ur, which contained a vast amount of shadow and summoning spells.

To many, Arugal might seem like an insignificant nobody, but Ur, the author of the Book of Ur, is a rare genius within the Kirin Tor Council. He is not only adept at controlling and using shadow energy, but also possesses an extremely deep understanding of the werewolf race.

Zhang Cheng would never easily let go of such valuable knowledge, which neither required confronting a powerful enemy nor altering the important course of Azeroth's history.

He also wanted to try to combine the bloodline of the Azerothian werewolves with that of the werewolves on magical Earth to create an even more powerful species for his own use.

However, the most important part of the book is the section on shadow magic, especially the drawing of shadow power from distorted spacetime, which is very similar to the warlock profession.

Driven by a thirst for knowledge and power, Zhang Cheng quickly crossed the border between Silverpine Forest and Hillsbrad Foothills, officially entering the so-called "Hordeal Territory".

Whether it was due to the plague or some other reason, this once vibrant place was now shrouded in a mysterious mist. Although the land was not as thoroughly corrupted as the plague-stricken lands of the East and West, it was not much better, presenting an unhealthy, gloomy color.

Most importantly, in the forest filled with tall trees, he could hardly see any small animals, and it felt as if there were always pairs of eyes lurking in the darkness, watching the driver...

Chapter 0295 Son of Arugal

"This feeling... is absolutely awful!"

After traveling north along the main road originally built by the Kingdom of Lordaeron for two hours, Zhang Cheng finally felt a bit exhausted and found a place to sit down to rest for a while.

In fact, despite having the Dark Guardian class template, his stamina wasn't so bad that he would be out of breath after walking a short distance. What was truly exhausting was the pervasive sense of oppression.

If he weren't afraid of prematurely revealing his trump card, he would even have liked to summon Kuro Kerba for transportation and see what incredible changes this dragon, hatched from arcane energy, would produce in Azeroth, a land filled with arcane energy.

Unfortunately, he had to continue to endure until he reached Shadowfang Keep.

Because he couldn't predict whether Kuro Kerba's appearance would trigger some unforeseen consequences.

After all, in Azeroth, the vast majority of dragons belong to one of the five Dragon Aspects. Apart from the corrupted Black Dragonflight and the Scourge, which is hostile to all living beings, anyone who wants to create a new dragon out of thin air must bear the corresponding risks.

As a spellcaster whose strength was far from reaching the level of an archmage, Zhang Cheng had no desire to clash with these terrifying behemoths.

Just as he was leaning against a big tree, lost in thought, a tall, dark figure suddenly emerged from the depths of the forest.

It is over two meters tall, with the head and limbs of a wolf, the body of a human, covered in white fur, and its two eyes flashing a terrifying red light.

Without a doubt, this was a powerful and dangerous giant werewolf, exuding an extremely dangerous aura from the inside out.

Because he was running so fast, Zhang Cheng didn't have time to react and immediately put up his ice shield.

The moment the white frost just began to form!

The werewolf then charged forward, brandishing its sharp claws, and launched a fierce attack.

boom!boom!boom!boom!

Its blade-like nails dug a large hole in the surface of the sturdy frost shield in the blink of an eye.

Fortunately, in those few seconds, Zhang Cheng had already completed the spell.

A super fireball, many times larger than a regular fireball, slammed directly into the werewolf's hairy face with a loud bang.

boom!

"Awooo!!!!!"

With a scream, the werewolf had no choice but to abandon its prey and scramble back more than ten meters, frantically shaking and patting the raging flames.

Without a doubt, this is not a fireball spell at all, but the fireball spell that is known in the game as the fireball spell that can kill in one shot and send you to heaven in two.

Normally, this spell is the ultimate version of Fireball that requires investing eleven points in the Fire talent tree to obtain, but thanks to the notes given to him by Ansrem Ruinvivor, he has mastered it through self-study.

As the flames gradually died down, a gruesome and terrifying burn appeared on the werewolf's face where it had been struck head-on.

To be precise, most of its face was completely carbonized by the high temperature and explosion, leaving only black bone, and one of its eyes was also blinded.

If werewolves didn't possess physical strength and regenerative abilities far superior to ordinary humans, they would probably have been killed instantly.

Staring into the other's wild eyes, Zhang Cheng exclaimed in surprise, "You survived a Fireball? Unbelievable! But it's alright, I can use you to test my amplifier..."

The words had barely left his mouth!

The alluring pocket watch hanging at his waist suddenly emitted a crimson light!

The magical incantation then echoed once again over the silent forest.

This time, enveloped in red light, the fireball was much larger than before and had a dazzling golden color.

The werewolf seemed to realize the danger and immediately turned and ran into the depths of the forest.

Unfortunately, before he could run twenty meters, the huge golden fireball flew out of his hand and struck its back.

boom!

The suffocating heatwave instantly hurled the unfortunate creature into the air, then it crashed back down with a thud, the aftershocks alone reducing all the plants and trees within a five- or six-meter radius to ashes.

Smelling the pungent, burnt smell in the air, Zhang Cheng touched the pocket watch hanging at his waist and nodded in satisfaction: "Amazing power! The Archmage was right after all! As an amplifier of elemental spells, the meteorite's most valuable use is indeed as an amplifier of elemental spells."

Just as he was about to approach and examine the werewolf corpse, a crisp sound of hooves suddenly came from the north.

About two or three minutes later, a cavalry unit wearing cloaks with an elephant-printed insignia bearing the violet eye appeared at the end of the road.

There were only a few of them, less than ten in number. Most of them were wearing armor and were obviously warriors. Only one young man was holding a staff, and he looked like a mage or apprentice from the Kirin Tor Council.

"Who are you? What just happened here?" The leading warrior dismounted and questioned him warily.

"I'm a mage from Dalaran who happened to encounter a werewolf trying to attack me, that's all." Zhang Cheng proactively revealed the ring that symbolized his identity.

"A werewolf?" The warrior instinctively turned around and glanced at the charred corpse that was still steaming, his face quickly displaying a very interesting expression.

The young man holding the staff immediately ran over and carefully examined the almost unrecognizable corpse. Finally, he stood up and shouted in a slightly trembling voice, "It's...it's Arugal's son! He killed Arugal's son!"

"What?!!"

"This is impossible!"

"May the Holy Light protect us! Old Brother Lunburn's soul can finally rest in peace!"

……

For a moment, everyone was overwhelmed with unbelievable ecstasy.

The young man with the finger staff dropped the corpse, strode forward, placed one hand on his chest, and bowed respectfully: "Thank you, Master. You have rid us of a major threat. This monster killed six of our patrol soldiers in half a month. My name is Bernice, an apprentice stationed in Ambermill. Behind me are guards sent by Dalaran to resist the expansion of the Forsaken."

“Ambermir? I see…” Zhang Cheng’s eyes revealed a thoughtful look.

As is widely known, in order to ensure the safety of Dalaran, Archmage Ansrem Ruinvivor dispatched a portion of his army to Ambermill, a town in southern Silverpine Forest, as an outpost at the beginning of the reconstruction.

Although their numbers are small, combined with the more than 300 local militiamen, they are enough to withstand small-scale attacks.

Moreover, many farmlands around Ambermill are still cultivable, and the mines can still produce ore, providing Dalaran with a continuous supply of various resources. There is simply no reason to give up.

“Sir, this is not the place to talk. If you don’t mind, would you like to come back to Ambermill with us? We urgently need the help of a powerful mage like you.” The leading warrior winked at Bernis and offered his invitation.

“Okay, no problem. I was just looking for some information about Shadowfang Keep.” Zhang Cheng agreed without hesitation…

Chapter 0296 Ambermill

Ambermill, a human town standing in the southeastern part of the Silverpine Forest.

Before the Scourge broke out, this place was one of the directly administered territories of the Magic Kingdom, and the mages' daily food, fruits, vegetables, and meat were basically produced here.