Spellcasting Gods

"Pathetic? What's pathetic about me? I'm a senior member of the Royal Apothecary Association! I possess unparalleled power! I can crush you with the flick of my finger!" Abomination waved his thick arms, eager to prove his strength.

Zhang Cheng smiled slightly and said in a very calm tone, "But these are not what you subconsciously crave most. Although I don't know what happened to you while you were alive, one thing is certain: you were jealous of couples in love and tried to find pleasure in breaking them up and tormenting them. But in reality, your actions only tormented yourself and didn't bring you even the slightest bit of happiness..."

"Ah!!!! Shut up! Shut your stinking mouth!" The abomination was clearly hit where it hurt, and it swung the thick tree trunk wildly.

早有准备的张诚哪里会站在原地等着挨揍，一边飞快撤出对方的攻击范围，一边继续刺激道：“怎么？不小心被我猜中了么？亡灵天灾降临的时候，你深爱的女人该不会碰巧也把你丢下，一个人跑了吧？”

"Kill...kill you! I'm going to kill you!" Completely enraged, the apothecary threw Sophia aside and charged straight at him like a moving mountain of flesh.

“Fantastic! This is exactly the result I wanted…” Zhang Cheng smirked and muttered to himself in a voice only he could hear.

Provoking his opponent and driving him to lose his temper is exactly the result he wants.

After all, although the Abomination was powerful, it was still relatively easy to deal with compared to a skilled apothecary. At least he had several ways to kill the Abomination in mind at the moment.

Without any hesitation!

Just as his opponent was about to rush in, Zhang Cheng risked being hit and killed, teleported to Abomination's side, grabbed the deerskin backpack hanging on his waist, turned around and circled to the side, taking advantage of "Fatty's" inflexible turning ability to successfully escape.

As soon as he returned to safety, he shouted at the water elemental beside him, "Melroyas! Cut!"

"Yes, Master."

The massive water element responded through the mental connection, causing water to swirl and erupt at high speed around its body, forming incredibly sharp water blades.

The moment it collided with the abomination, a shower of preservative fluid and bits of flesh splattered everywhere, instantly tearing apart large swathes of flesh from the abomination's chest and abdomen, revealing its throbbing black heart.

Unlike the hearts of the Forsaken, the apothecary's heart is covered with countless evil dark runes.

It was through the power of these runes that he was able to support such a massive body.

Zhang Cheng seized the fleeting opening and successfully released the piercingly cold arrow, which pierced the heart on the spot, and a large amount of black blood gushed out more than two meters away from the wound.

As the height of the blood spurt gradually decreased until it was only slowly flowing, the mutated pharmacist finally returned to normal.

The only difference was that his pupils no longer held any light; he lay motionless on the ground, powerless, a true corpse, his ugly face still bearing an expression of disbelief…

Chapter 0048 The Water of the Sun Well

The cold night wind gently blew through the woods, carrying away the thick, pungent smell of blood that lingered in the air...

Several coyotes, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, were circling the area. It was obvious they had been drawn by the carcass, hoping to snag a "midnight snack."

Zhang Cheng ignored the hungry beasts and even the heavily wounded female assassin lying on the ground in a deep coma. He impatiently opened his backpack, took out the thick notebook inside, and quickly flipped through it. Only after confirming that it recorded the research process and formula of the new plague did he finally let out a long sigh of relief.

"Phew—I finally got it. All the time and effort I put in wasn't wasted."

The words had barely left his mouth!

A small crystal bottle radiating a strong arcane light suddenly appeared out of thin air in my palm!

It is so bright and dazzling that you can feel the pure energy contained in the violet liquid inside, even through the bottle.

Although he already guessed what the small bottle was, Zhang Cheng still habitually pulled out the mysterious parchment scroll and glanced at it. It read:

"Quest - New Plague Completed! Contribution Level - High. Reward: One bottle of uncontaminated Sunwell water, which can be used to create a small mana source or directly absorbed to modify your body."

"So this is the well water from the sunglasses. I think I understand why the high elves went mad when they lost it..." Zhang Cheng murmured to himself, gazing at the mesmerizing glow emanating from the bottle.

As a mage, he simply couldn't imagine how someone who was used to drawing power from such a pure energy source could tolerate energy full of impurities.

This is like someone who has been breathing clean, oxygen-rich air in a forest for years suddenly coming to a heavily polluted big city; their entire respiratory system might develop problems.

Clearly, the high elves were used to the pure energy of the Sunwell, which gradually led to their "delicate and pampered" nature.

After the Sunwell was lost, many people were unable to adapt to drawing magic from nature in a normal way, eventually developing what is known as "magic addiction."

Zhang Cheng dared to guarantee that if he absorbed all the water from the Sun Well in the bottle several times, he would also develop a strong "addictive" addiction, which would take a long time to subside.

After much hesitation, he finally gave up the tempting idea of ​​directly absorbing and transforming himself. He carefully placed the bottle close to his body, intending to create a small source of magic after he left.

After all, he was still unsure whether the magical energy of Azeroth was compatible with that familiar yet unfamiliar Earth.

If it's incompatible, it means there's no way to restore magic power normally, and you can only rely on the small energy source you create to replenish it. If you use it now, then it will definitely be a tragedy.

As the saying goes, "He who does not plan for the future will have trouble in the present," he didn't want to wait until problems arose before he started to regret it.

After carefully storing the precious Sunwell water, Zhang Cheng remembered the seriously injured female assassin. He quickly used a fire attack to kill the coyote that was trying to rush up and bite her, helped her sit up, and poured a small bottle of basic healing potion down her throat. At the same time, he untied the tourniquet wrapped around her arm, otherwise, if left untreated, her entire arm would be in danger of becoming useless.

In just a few seconds, the wound that was slowly bleeding miraculously clotted. Although it had not yet scabbed over, there was no longer any worry about death due to excessive blood loss.

As for his severely fractured and deformed lower leg, he dared not move it at all to prevent accidental secondary injury. He simply broke off two tree branches to fix it in place, then took out a portal rune and concentrated on guiding arcane energy.

About a minute later, the runes tore through space and opened a magical portal to Dalaran.

Zhang Cheng quickly dismissed the summoned water elemental, picked up Sophia and passed through, leaving the frozen Stitches monster all alone in the ice.

Since it has lost the control of the spirit medium, it poses no threat at all and will slowly rot away over time.

Since passing the Kirin Tor Council's test, Zhang Cheng has gained the right to use the teleportation hall. By consuming just one rune, he can return to Dalaran from any corner of Azeroth.

Of course, teleportation runes are not cheap, and certain conditions must be met. For example, the destination must consume a lot of money and manpower to build a stable energy source that can support the portal, as well as complex magical protection so that it can react in time if it forcibly tears through space and causes serious consequences.

In the entire Alliance region, only four places—Dalaran, Stormwind, Ironforge, and Darnassus—offer long-distance teleportation.

Darnassus, in particular, who has always opposed the misuse of magic, only reluctantly agreed after repeated urging from several other races.

As soon as the two appeared in the teleportation hall, the on-duty mage waiting there immediately stepped forward and routinely asked, "Young mage, please state your name and explain who this woman is. I need to make a record."

"I'm sorry, I have urgent business to attend to and must see Archmage Ansrem Ruinvivor immediately. Can the record be completed later?" Zhang Cheng deliberately put on a solemn expression.

He had no intention of explaining to a complete stranger how he got involved with a Syndicate female assassin.

"To see Lord Ansrem Ruinvivor?!" The mage on duty raised his eyebrows in surprise, clearly somewhat incredulous.

“Yes! I have the intelligence and information he urgently needs! If too much time is wasted on registration, you will be held responsible.”

The monk on duty hesitated for a moment, then nodded helplessly: "Alright, if it's true, then you can make an exception and not register. I will verify this with the Grand Master later."

"Please go ahead!"

Zhang Cheng shrugged indifferently, strode out of the teleportation hall, and soon arrived at the entrance of the tower.

Just like last time, after stating his purpose to the arcane golem, he quickly entered the top of the tower without any hindrance.

Ansrem Ruinvivor, who had been waiting for a long time, didn't waste any words and asked directly upon meeting, "So? Have you obtained the data on the new plague?"

“Yes, it’s all here.” Zhang Cheng tossed the deerskin backpack onto the table.

The Grand Master's eyes lit up. He pulled out a notebook from his backpack and carefully examined it. After a full half hour, he stroked his chin and exclaimed, "Incredible! Truly incredible!"

The Forgotten's apothecaries tested more than two thousand toxins extracted from plants and animals, and combined them repeatedly to achieve different effects.

The contents here are very important and valuable. You did a good job. I will have Charles make you a protective badge as a reward later.

Go and rest now. I'll have someone else handle the finishing touches.

After saying that, Ansrem Ruinvivor ignored Zhang Cheng and began fiddling with the bottles and jars on the alchemy table, never once glancing at the female assassin.

In his eyes, someone as insignificant as Sofia is probably not worth mentioning at all...

Chapter 0049 The Return Journey

It must be said that the Archmage's indifferent attitude made Zhang Cheng, who originally intended to "confess and be treated leniently," secretly relieved. He quickly sent the female assassin to the Holy Light Chapel, entrusted her to a very gentle and beautiful female priest, and then abandoned her and hurriedly returned to his residence.

Because right after the new plague data was handed over to Ansrem Ruinvivor, the parchment gave a 48-hour countdown.

This means that my short trip to Azeroth is coming to an end, and I must finish what I need to do within two days, otherwise I don’t know if I will be able to come back after leaving.

Although he had barely slept well since arriving here, and staying up late and eating irregularly were commonplace, his body and mind were already extremely exhausted. The dark circles under his eyes, comparable to those of a panda, and the heavy bags under his eyes all proved that if he didn't get some rest soon, sudden death would definitely not be a joke.

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

With the help of the powerful henchman Melroyas, the fire elemental Thasos, the earth elemental Sethen, and the wind elemental Valla quickly became Zhang Cheng's possessions.

After carefully storing the Soul Diamond, he rushed to the old mage Charles and took a protective badge.

This thing allows the wearer to activate an energy shield when needed, protecting against all damage, including magical and physical attacks.

According to the game, it should be considered an accessory and won't conflict with the magic ring; it might even save your life in a critical moment.

After settling on all the key details, he went to the library and borrowed all the books and notes that interested him or that he might need in the future, intending to take them with him to study and research at his own pace.

As for the return of the money, he didn't even know if he could come back after leaving, so to put it bluntly, it was a case of borrowing without ever returning it.

After a busy and fulfilling forty-eight hours, the moment the countdown reached 00:00, Zhang Cheng and his surrounding luggage were enveloped by a terrifying energy that could not be described in words.

The very next second...

Space was brutally torn apart, forming a terrifying void vortex!

You should know that the scene before you is completely different from normal magical teleportation!

The latter opens a brief, narrow passage through precise positioning, without significantly impacting the space itself, but the former…

Okay, to use an inappropriate analogy, if we consider the latter as a small wooden stick that is ten centimeters long and about the thickness of two fingers in diameter, then the latter is like the concrete utility poles on both sides of the road.

Imagine how different the damage to the ground would be if they fell from a great height at the same time.

Clearly, the latter's destructive power is more than ten thousand times greater than the former's; the portal through which Archimonde the Defiler entered Azeroth was probably only this powerful.

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

There was no passage of time, no visible reference points, only endless chaos. He couldn't describe what he was seeing in words, and he wasn't even sure if he was dead or alive.

He didn't know how much time had passed—it could have been a few seconds or hundreds of years. Just as he was about to be driven mad by the bizarre thoughts and ideas that inexplicably popped into his mind, a blinding white light suddenly appeared before his eyes.

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

What's even more interesting is that two werewolves with blood-covered hands were still lying on the ground sniffing around, not far ahead, as if searching for new prey.

To confirm his guess, Zhang Cheng quickly looked up at the electronic clock hanging in front of the Li Store across the street corner. The time was exactly 00:00:01.

This means that, according to Earth time, he was only gone for about a second, and even the werewolf chasing him hadn't gone very far.

"Interesting... Is it that the time flow is different in the two worlds, or has some mysterious force frozen time in this world?" Zhang Cheng muttered to himself, squinting his eyes, as he put down his luggage and slowly walked towards the werewolf's location. It was obvious that he was here to avenge the time he was hunted down.

As a young man with high self-esteem, he didn't mind being a coward when he had no power, but now that he has gained power, he naturally wants to settle accounts properly.

Especially that damn werewolf, who almost killed him twice already. If he didn't teach the werewolf a lesson he would never forget, how could he vent his anger?

However, before Zhang Cheng could make the first move, the werewolf with its keen sense of smell spotted him, immediately turned around, let out a wolf howl, and charged with its blood-red maw wide open.

Driven by their animalistic instincts, they were completely unaware that the young man before them was no longer prey, but a terrifying hunter...