Spellcasting Gods

"Mmm—it's delicious! But there's not enough! I need more! More!" Catherine licked her lips and groaned, still wanting more.

Completely immersed in endless desire, she didn't even glance at the victim. She slowly stood up, poured herself a glass of strong liquor, tilted her head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

Karls, who had been waiting for a long time, pushed open the door and walked in, holding a skull carved from crystal, and muttering an unknown incantation.

About half a minute later, wisps of white souls floated up from the victims' bodies and were forcibly absorbed into their skulls. As for the soulless bodies, they completely lost their vitality and turned into cold corpses.

After finishing all this, he let out a long sigh and said in a rather helpless tone, "Madam, this is the fourth time you've taken this to your 'sex' this month. If you continue like this, I'm afraid it will be discovered sooner or later. I think your body can no longer withstand the side effects of your desires. Perhaps it's time to switch to something else."

"Get a new one?" Catherine frowned subconsciously.

“Yes! You’ve used this body for over thirty years, and by ordinary human standards, it’s starting to age. That’s why your desires have become increasingly difficult to control lately. Perhaps… it’s time to start looking for a replacement among your offspring,” Karls cautiously suggested.

The witch narrowed her eyes and fell into deep thought. After about two or three minutes, she nodded slightly: "You're right. It's time for me to change to a younger body. Go, choose a young girl from my descendants who has not yet awakened her talent, and bring her before me."

“As you wish, madam.” Karls bowed and turned to leave.

But before he could take a few steps, Catherine seemed to remember something and suddenly stopped him, saying, "Wait! How is Zhang now? Is he showing any unusual reactions?"

Carls quickly stopped and replied in a somewhat uncertain tone, "As far as I know, just a few minutes ago, he moved into a townhouse in Brooklyn Highlands and uprooted all the expensive flowers in the greenhouse, replacing them with unknown seeds. In addition, he ordered a large number of glass test tubes, flasks, beakers, and other tools used in chemical experiments using his credit card. As for what he's doing hiding in the house, I'm not quite sure."

"Oh? It sounds like he's planning to concoct a potion! Interesting, my little wizard actually knows a bit about alchemy." A graceful smile curved Catherine's lips.

“I think you’d better not get your hopes up too high. After all, alchemy is something that relies heavily on talent. There are no more than thirty people in the entire underworld who can actually concoct potions, and in New York there is only one: Congressman Miles, whose life is about to end,” Karls reminded him expressionlessly.

He didn't think a "youngster" under thirty could master such a complex and difficult skill as alchemy.

Of course, he didn't know that Zhang Cheng's alchemy originated from Azeroth, and was completely different from the alchemy of this world, even the materials used were completely different.

"Hehe, don't jump to conclusions yet. Maybe he can bring me a little surprise. Alright, go dispose of the body. Keep the 'eyes' closely monitoring his every move." With that, Catherine put down the empty cup in her hand, her body quickly becoming light and transparent, and finally transforming into a blurry spirit that passed through the wall and disappeared without a trace.

“Don’t worry, esteemed mistress, even if you don’t say anything, I will keep a close eye on him…” Kars muttered to himself, then waved towards the door.

In the blink of an eye, a ferocious and terrifying reptile slithered in, opened its mouth full of sharp teeth, tore the corpse to shreds, and swallowed it whole in a few bites...

Zhang Cheng, more than ten kilometers away, was completely unaware that he was being monitored. He was hiding alone in an empty basement, uncorking the bottle full of water from the Sun Well and pouring it all into a huge wooden bucket full of clear water.

moment!

A massive amount of arcane energy erupted from the center of the barrel, propelling him several meters away. He barely managed to avoid falling by leaning against the wall.

However, the energy burst came quickly and went quickly, subsiding slowly in about one or two minutes, leaving only a full bucket of water containing pure energy.

Without a doubt, this water is very similar to the water in the legendary Sun Well. The only difference is that, for the same volume, it carries less energy than the former, with a preliminary estimate of only about half.

But for Zhang Cheng, who is currently unable to restore his magic power, this is already a near-perfect energy replenishment.

Without any hesitation, he immediately closed his eyes and began to draw water from the wooden bucket, which was full of arcane energy. In just a few seconds, his magic power was restored to its most abundant state.

Accompanied by an intense mental euphoria, he finally gave up absorbing the energy with reluctance, slowly opened his eyes, and said with a wry smile, "It's a feeling that's truly indescribable! If a mere small bottle of Sunwell water can produce such a captivating source of magic, how much more enjoyable must it be to draw from the Sunwell and the Well of Eternity? It seems I'll have to be more careful in the future, lest I inadvertently become addicted to magic..."

Because his mage level was still relatively low, Zhang Cheng didn't notice any drop in the water level in the bucket after replenishing his magic.

To test the limits of this so-called "miniature magic source," he took out a prepared funnel and test tube, and continuously poured water into the test tube to store it for future use, until the water level dropped to only half of its original level before stopping to observe it carefully.

The remaining half-bucket of water acted like a magnet, continuously drawing upon the unknown energy contained in the air and converting it all into arcane energy.

Gradually, the water level began to rise slowly, at a speed almost the same as a snail crawling, but it would recover to its original state in three to five days at most.

At the same time, under the influence of this small magical source, the energy concentration of the entire villa will be much higher than that of the outside world, especially the various herbs grown in the greenhouse, which will grow at an incredible speed.

“This is fantastic! With this energy source, I will never have to worry about replenishing my magic again. I can also use it to conduct some in-depth research, such as this…” Zhang Cheng excitedly pulled out a book called “Arcane and Mimicry” from his bag.

Despite having gained considerable combat power through the castrated mage class template, he never gave up the idea of ​​continuing to learn, especially the spells that players could not master in the game, which gave him a deep-seated desire.

Perhaps, as a saying widely circulated in the magical city of Dalaran describes, it is difficult for any mage to resist the temptation of more knowledge and greater power...

Chapter 0060 Telephone Message

As is well known, mages in Azeroth rely on pure arcane energy to simulate fire and frost energy. They can also accomplish incredible things by using complex transformation principles, such as transforming a ferocious lion or tiger into harmless small animals like pigs or sheep.

Of course, the mages can do more than just that.

As a pure energy born at the very beginning of the world, arcane magic can do things far beyond the limits of any mortal's imagination.

The book "Arcane and Mimicry" describes the infinite possibilities of applying arcane energy.

It even mentions several secret arts that can convert arcane energy into other forms of energy in an instant, the most representative of which is the troll arcane mage who can control lightning.

It is important to know that lightning has always been the most destructive and powerful release of energy in nature.

Zhang Cheng's goal was to master the technique of simulating raging lightning with arcane energy as soon as possible, and then gradually expand the scope of his skills to become a true mage, rather than a useless person who just coasts along with a nerfed class template.

For the next two weeks, he became a complete shut-in, never leaving his home, spending all his time in the dark basement, experimenting with all sorts of things, and occasionally triggering dangerous energy explosions.

Fortunately, the villa's soundproofing was pretty good, so the sound didn't get outside; otherwise, the police would definitely have come to ask what happened.

In addition, the herbs in the greenhouse garden are also thriving under the rich energy. It is estimated that in another three to five days, the first batch of low-level herbs such as calming flowers and silver leaves will be ready to be harvested and used.

Just as he was brimming with confidence and preparing to use his alchemy skills to make his first fortune in the underworld, a recorded phone call disrupted all his plans.

"Hey, is this Zhang? If you hear my message, please come to the restaurant right away. I just discovered something interesting that I'm sure you'll find interesting. Also, remember to use the back door; after all, you're part of the underworld now, so it's best not to always hang out with ordinary people."

The somber voice belonged to none other than Karl, the witch Catherine's servant and assistant.

Although Zhang Cheng couldn't understand why the other party had suddenly contacted him, or what the "interesting thing" they were referring to was.

But he still reluctantly put aside his research for the time being, went into the bathroom to take a shower, changed into an expensive handmade suit that belonged to the original owner, and finally took a few bottles of potions and a wooden bucket full of water with abundant arcane energy in case of emergency.

As for magical equipment, I only equipped myself with rings, necklaces, and amulets. Things like the flint staff, which can blind people, are better kept hidden...

It must be said that this guy with the same name as Zhang Cheng is indeed quite wealthy. He has three cars in his garage alone, one of which is a cool-looking sports car, and the other two are typical black minivans.

Without any hesitation, he chose the fastest sports car and arrived at the restaurant entrance from the villa area in just over ten minutes.

This time, however, he didn't go through the main entrance. Instead, he went around to the back of the parking lot and showed the guard his tattoo by spreading out his palm.

Upon noticing the shape of the tattoo, the latter was visibly surprised at first, then quickly bowed and gestured for him to enter: "Welcome, Your Excellency Wizard, please come in. I'm sure you'll find anything you're looking for here."

"Thank you!"

Zhang Cheng politely thanked him, then walked into the pitch-black passage without looking back.

After about two or three minutes, two light sources slowly appeared directly in front of us, followed by a third and a fourth, stretching forward as if there was no end in sight.

Normally, a person in this situation would probably have turned and run away long ago, but as a mage, he realized that what he was seeing was just an illusion.

After walking another thirty steps or so, the eerie tunnel suddenly disappeared, replaced by a spacious hall with about forty guests sitting densely packed inside.

Some of them were pale-faced, with a terrifying glint in their eyes from time to time; anyone with a little common sense could tell that they were vampires.

Some were dressed like cowboys from an American Western movie, with thick, long hunting rifles slung over their backs. They gathered in small groups, drinking unknown liquor and talking in hushed tones.

Although Zhang Cheng couldn't tell how many of the people present were human and how many were monsters, one thing was certain: there were absolutely no ordinary people among them.

Just as he was about to walk toward Karls, who was sitting alone in the corner, a thick, black arm covered in dense hair blocked his way.

"Hey kid! If I remember correctly, you're new here, right?"

The speaker was a burly black man around thirty-five years old, over two meters tall, with muscles that looked like demons all over his body.

“That’s right! What do you want to do?” Zhang Cheng wrinkled his nose, took two steps back, and asked in return.

Of course, this wasn't out of fear, but because the other person's body odor was so pungent that it almost made him throw up his entire lunch of takeout.

"What for? Of course, it's to show some care for you, the newcomer. You know, the underworld is very dangerous, so I've decided to give you some shelter. Just pay me two hundred thousand dollars, and you can spend a week safely. How about that, isn't it cheap?" The black man grinned, revealing a set of pearly white teeth that could be used in a toothpaste commercial.

"Hehe, is this considered collecting protection money?" Zhang Chengshi couldn't help but laugh.

As he laughed, he glanced at Kars, who was sitting quietly in the corner, as if asking how to handle the situation.

Karls shrugged nonchalantly, raised his hand and crushed a spider that crawled past him, implying that insignificant ants should be crushed.

Clearly, the rules of the underworld are not the same as those of the ordinary world, and there is no similar set of laws and law enforcement agencies.

This seems more like a matter of who has the bigger fist and who has the law.

Having figured this out, Zhang Cheng quickly stopped whispering and said in a slightly mocking tone, "Listen, you big black fool, I don't usually like to use violence, so get out of here now, or I can't guarantee you'll be alive after I take action."

"Hahahaha! My God! Look! This kid is threatening me? What should I do?" The black man laughed wildly and turned to ask the other guests.

"Go! Beat him up!"

"Yes! Beat him up! Teach him a lesson!"

"Boll! Go for it! I'm betting on you to win this time!"

……

In an instant, the once quiet tavern became bustling with activity.

As the saying goes, those who enjoy watching a spectacle are never afraid of causing a big mess, and many people were eager to see what abilities the newcomer Zhang Cheng possessed.

Chapter 0061 Mixed Race (Part 1)

"Make way! Make way! Clear the middle area for them! As usual, those who bet on Boll to win, throw your money on the left; those who bet on the newcomer to win, throw your money on the right."

When the bartender saw people causing trouble, instead of stepping in to stop it, he took the initiative to act as the referee.

Judging from his tone and practiced movements, this was definitely not the first time such a situation had occurred, nor was it an occasional occurrence, but rather a frequent occurrence.

The customers were equally experienced, making their choices in the blink of an eye. However, over 90 percent of them threw their money on the left table, while only four people left it on the right table.

In other words, they trusted Da Heisha more than Zhang Cheng, who was dressed like a successful person...

Only Karls, with his hands crossed and chin resting on his hands, silently watched the farce with a smirk, as if anticipating something.

"Hey! Kid, I'll break your arm first, then cripple your leg." Paul cracked his knuckles as he threatened with a sinister grin.

"Shut your stinking mouth! Can we start now?" Zhang Cheng asked the bartender, frowning.

As someone who prefers to keep a low profile, he hates being stared at like a monkey in a zoo, and he dislikes this so-called bar culture even more.

The bartender clearly noticed the impatience in his eyes and immediately nodded: "Of course! You can start anytime! But please be careful not to hurt any innocent people. I don't want things to get out of control."

"Don't worry, cleaning up a piece of trash only takes a few seconds." After saying that, Zhang Cheng turned around and went to the empty space in the middle, silently casting Frost Armor and Mana Shield on himself.

Although he didn't sense any threat or powerful energy from "Big Black Fool," he still chose to be cautious to avoid being caught off guard.

Having witnessed firsthand how the Forsaken mage lost his life due to arrogance, he constantly reminded himself never to repeat the same mistake, and to go all out even against the weakest enemy.

Paul clearly lacked any magical perception and was unaware that his opponent was "fully armed." He quickly activated all the muscles in his body, and in the blink of an eye, he doubled in size, even tearing his shirt.

Especially its two exaggerated arms, which can crush a table to pieces with just a little force.