Spellcasting Gods

Finally, and most importantly, there are thousands of unhatched dragon eggs in Onyxia's lair.

Zhang Cheng attempted to infuse a portion with fel energy, another portion with shadow energy, and the remaining portion was awakened, fused, and recombined through the power of alchemy and creation, forming an enormous cocoon.

As for what might hatch inside, even he himself wasn't quite sure.

After all, experiments are inherently full of uncertainties, and the source of the Black Dragon bloodline has been corrupted by the ancient gods, so it's normal for things to go wrong no matter how outrageous they are.

In addition, after a month of repeated torment, the Black Dragon Princess finally gave birth to the first batch of dragon eggs that she and Kuro Kerba had nurtured together.

Compared to ordinary black dragon eggs, these dragon eggs have scales that are a brilliant violet color, and through the crystal-clear scales, one can see the hatchling dragon and the changes in arcane energy inside the egg.

If a spell is cast nearby, nearly a third of the magical energy will be absorbed by the dragon egg.

Undoubtedly, these eggs inherited Kuro Kerba's unique demon-devouring constitution, which allows them to draw energy from the surrounding environment to grow rapidly.

It's important to know that Azeroth is a planet brimming with magical energy, so in just about two weeks, the first hatchling emerged, letting out a loud cry.

"Awooo!!!!!!!!!!"

"This is my child?" Kuro Kerba leaned closer, gazing curiously at the tiny creature that was only a dozen centimeters tall.

Although he is a fully grown dragon from a physiological point of view, he is very young, only about two years old since birth, and does not yet fully understand the meaning of reproduction.

“That’s right! How about it? Don’t you feel a special connection?” Zhang Cheng asked as he carefully grabbed the fledgling dragon and examined it closely.

Kuro Kerba gently shook his head: "No, I don't feel anything special. Father, I don't understand why they are so weak? Were I like that when I was born?"

"Hehe, of course, any newly born life form is much more fragile than its parents. But I believe that with the passage of time, they will one day be as strong as you." After saying that, Zhang Cheng released the little creature in his hand, letting it fly freely around the cave.

Without a doubt, this fledgling dragon is very healthy and has perfectly inherited the advantages from its parents. The next step is to see if its growth rate will be as fast as expected.

After all, he doesn't have that much time to spend hundreds or even thousands of years waiting for a purebred black dragon to slowly grow into adulthood.

To be precise, in his eyes, the dragons in the world of A Song of Ice and Fire, which can quickly form combat power within one or two years, are the ideal biological weapons that are truly suitable for mass production and deployment on the battlefield.

Of course, such an underdeveloped dragon is somewhat fragile, so it would be even better if it could be infused with some powerful magical abilities.

Zhang Cheng was very much looking forward to the dragon eggs laid by Kuro Kerbal and Onyxia, hoping they would perfectly inherit this gene and become an indispensable part of the future legion.

Just as he was about to take a look at the enormous fleshy cocoon, Mogmurok suddenly rushed in, panting and shouting, "Master! Those Bloodsail Pirates! They've agreed to your terms!"

"Oh? They agreed?" Zhang Cheng's face showed an expression of utter surprise.

It's important to understand that what he proposed wasn't a typical cooperation or employment plan, but rather a joint attack on Booty Bay to seize control of this strategically important southernmost point of the eastern continent.

Normally, such a large-scale operation would inevitably involve interests from all sides, especially since the Blackwater Pirates, supported by the Goblin Consortium, also protect that area of ​​water. Once the two sides fully engage in combat, it will inevitably cause considerable chaos.

“Yes! They agreed! But they require you to meet them at the beach southwest of the swamp at nightfall the day after tomorrow,” Mogmurok added nervously.

"Very good! Go and give the order to the Stonehammer Clan to proceed to the designated location immediately. Remember, make sure to give your partners a memorable meeting. Also, I don't like murlocs, not at all, so have them all cleared out beforehand." Zhang Cheng ordered, stroking his chin.

In any case, there aren't many forces capable of cross-sea transport in the desolate continent of Kalimdor. Night elves, orcs, and Theramore are naturally not allowed to have much contact with each other, and goblins are too greedy, so the Bloodsail Pirates become the only option.

Moreover, he knew very well that these bloodthirsty and ruthless creatures were eyeing the wealthy Treasure Bay, and if he could satisfy that need, they would certainly not hesitate to provide some necessary assistance, such as transporting more than eight hundred ogres to the Eastern Continent in one go.

As for whether the goblins of Booty Bay will suffer heavy casualties or even disappear from the world of Azeroth forever, that is none of Zhang Cheng's business.

Anyway, these little green-skinned creatures weren't particularly popular with the Stormwind Kingdom, and they didn't play any crucial role in future history, so even if they were all wiped out, there was no need to worry about the Bronze Dragons causing trouble.

As a result, the two sides quickly reached an agreement.

The Bloodsail Pirates were unaware of the dangerous people they were allied with, nor did they know what their true fate would be.

“Understood! Please rest assured, I will handle this matter well. However… you promised that as long as I deal with the Bloodsail Pirates, I will gain great power.” Mogmurok’s eyes revealed excitement and anticipation as he lowered his voice to remind him.

"Oh! I almost forgot! Here! Take it." Zhang Cheng casually tossed over a bottle of the improved 3.0 evolution potion.

Mogmulok, who was already impatient, immediately pulled out the cork and poured it all down his throat.

In less than a minute, his muscles and bones began to grow rapidly, and his body surface formed a large area of ​​grayish-brown keratin and hair that looked like armor. For some reason, his two eyes eventually merged together.

One-eyed!

Unparalleled upper body strength!

Absolutely exaggerated, explosive muscles!

Everything about him made him look remarkably like Hill Goron!

Clearly, as the most powerful surviving member of the Stonehammer Ogres, Mogmurok's ancestral traits are more pronounced than any of the other members, almost perfectly recreating the appearance of Hill Gronn...

Chapter 0600 Bloodsail Pirates

The southwestern coastline of Dustwallow Marsh is a notorious no-go zone for ships, and even the most experienced captains would not risk entering it lightly.

This place is not only dotted with reefs, but also teeming with fishmen, lobster men, and plesiosaurs. Any one of them could easily overwhelm a fully armed warship.

Of course, the world is never short of reckless individuals, and the ships that sank in these waters serve as the best warning to countless captains.

However, today, a huge warship silently evaded the detection of Theramore Lighthouse and, under the cover of night, secretly docked in a relatively safe bay.

A human man, around fifty years old and wearing a blood-red coat, was seen directing the sailors to launch three small boats and sail straight toward the white sand beach ahead.

Before long, they successfully landed on land and began to cautiously survey their surroundings.

About two or three minutes later, a sailor frowned and muttered to himself, "Strange! If I remember correctly, there should be quite a few fishmen and lobster people here. Where have they all gone today?"

"Idiot! Isn't it better that they're gone? Do you want to fight those stinking monsters to make you happy?" Another sailor rolled his eyes in annoyance.

“No! What I mean is that this is a bit unusual! You have to understand that creatures like fish-men and lobster-men will never easily leave their territory unless they encounter a natural enemy. I think there must be something around that frightens them,” the sailor who had spoken earlier explained nervously.

“Captain Phil! I think Duncan is right! We'd better be careful.” A middle-aged man who looked like a first mate spoke up to give a reminder.

The old man in the blood-red coat stroked his thick beard and smiled reassuringly, "Don't worry! I know where those nasty fishmen and lobster people are. This is actually our allies demonstrating their power. Am I right?"

The words had barely left his mouth!

He turned around and stared into the depths of the dense forest where it was pitch black.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

Amidst sparse applause, Zhang Cheng calmly emerged from the darkness, placing one hand on his chest and giving a slight bow: "Good evening, dear Captain Phil Laren, or should I address you as the Fleet Commander?"

“Oh? You know me!” Phil Laren raised an eyebrow in surprise.

After all, he had been promoted to commander of the Stranglethorn Vale fleet by the Bloodsail Buccaneers' high command less than a month ago, and normally the outside world would have no way of knowing this classified information.

“Of course! I also know that your fleet consists of three warships: your flagship, the Crimson Mist; Captain Niharu's Wave Slash; and Captain Stewart's Maiden's Fate. You might not believe it, but there are very few things in this world that I don't know, especially those important events that can influence the course of the entire world.” Zhang Cheng smiled and gave the other party a meaningful look.

Having experienced several major wars, old Phil was clearly not intimidated by this psychological tactic. He chuckled and said with a half-smile, "Wow! It seems you have a pretty good intelligence network. You can even get our secrets right away. Perhaps I should suggest that the Commander clean up the internal network and see if we can find a few traitors and spies."

"Whatever!" Zhang Cheng shrugged nonchalantly, then snapped his fingers.

Snapped!

With a crisp sound, the ogres that had been lying in ambush all around left their shadows and surrounded the dozen or so Bloodsail Pirates from all sides.

Each of them was carrying two or three fish-men and lobster-men corpses, stuffing them into their mouths. The bloody and mangled scene would probably make an ordinary person vomit on the spot.

"What do you mean by this?" Old Phil stared warily at these monsters from another world.

He wasn't one of those naive young lads who had never seen the world; he understood how formidable ogres were in battle.

During the Orc Wars, many soldiers who thought they possessed extraordinary strength were easily crushed into mincemeat by these seemingly dull-witted fat men, shield and all.

Aside from a very few exceptionally gifted heroes, no one dared to engage in a one-on-one battle with an ogre; it was tantamount to suicide.

"Relax, don't be nervous. I'm just introducing you to my warriors. Think about it, once they storm into Booty Bay, what immense psychological pressure they'll put on the enemy! Believe me, if we join forces, taking Booty Bay will be no problem at all. Of course, since it's a collaboration, we need to agree on the terms beforehand. My terms are: the Bloodsail Buccaneers can take two-thirds of the goblins' wealth and use it as a supply port. I will receive the remaining one-third, as well as control of Booty Bay. What do you say? Do you agree?"

Zhang Cheng deliberately put on a confident demeanor and outlined his terms.

In fact, as a group of ruthless pirates, Bloodsail did not have much ambition, nor did they intend to occupy a piece of land and establish their own country.

They are not lions, but a group of sharks, a group of vultures that feed on blood, so they don't need so-called "territory". As long as they can plunder enough wealth, they don't care if they cooperate with the undead and demons.

"We can get two-thirds?" Old Phil's eyes flashed with a terrifying light when he heard this number.

It's important to know that the owner of Booty Bay, "The Tycoon" Rivigaz, is one of the most prominent figures in the goblin conglomerate. The wealth he has amassed over the years through trade and Blackwater Pirate raids is enough to put the financially troubled Stormwind Kingdom to shame.

If we could acquire two-thirds of his wealth at once, even if we handed over the lion's share, the remainder would be enough to support the entire fleet for several years, or even add a few more good ships.

Zhang Cheng undoubtedly sensed the other party's superficial thinking and nodded with a smile: "Yes! You can take two-thirds. But on the condition that you do not carry out large-scale killing and destruction in Booty Bay, especially not arson. I need to get a complete city, not a ruin."

“Deal! But you also need to ensure these big guys participate in the entire battle. We need to lure out and annihilate the Blackwater Pirates' fleet before we can launch an attack on Booty Bay.” Old Phil glanced at the burly ogres around him.

He could almost picture the Bloodsail Pirates' nemesis, terrified when faced with these monstrous creatures.

“No problem! You’re an expert in naval warfare, and my men and I will obey your orders completely.”

Seeing that the cooperation had been reached and he could finally leave this godforsaken place, Zhang Cheng immediately expressed great goodwill.

Over the next hour, the two discussed the sailing route and the number of transport ships.

After all, these were over eight hundred cannibals with terrifying appetites. They had to be fed during the long voyage, otherwise they would kill and eat anything edible, including the Bloodsail pirates' sailors...

Chapter 0601 The Trolls of Stranglethorn Vale

Plenty of sunshine, pristine white sand beaches, lush tropical rainforests, trolls with their faces painted with oil paint, and all sorts of bizarre animals...

Since crossing the Endless Sea, old Phil, with his skillful seafaring techniques, has led the fleet to the warm and humid tropical waters of Stranglethorn Vale. Through the clear water, one can even see colorful schools of fish and clams larger than several adults tied together.

Feeling the salty sea breeze blowing in his face, the venerable old fleet commander suddenly turned around and said with a smile, "You know what? Stranglethorn Vale is actually a very interesting place. Especially those jungle trolls, who still retain a very savage tradition of cannibalism. I used to often throw disobedient crew members onto the coast where trolls often appeared, and watch them get killed, dismembered, and thrown into a large cauldron to be cooked and eaten."

"Are there many cannibalistic troll tribes like this in Stranglethorn Vale?" Zhang Cheng asked with interest, stroking his chin.

“Too many to count! In fact, whether it’s the Alliance that has established a stronghold in the north, the Horde that has established a stronghold in the southwest, or the goblins in Booty Bay, all of them combined don’t even amount to a fraction of the number of trolls. To be precise, the trolls are the true masters of this land,” Old Phil said with a sigh.

Although the daily routine in Azeroth consists of eating, sleeping, and fighting trolls, no one can deny the important position trolls occupy in this world, and their numbers are several times greater than those of humans.

Of course, most of these trolls did not coalesce into a force, or establish a powerful nation or civilization. They still maintained a primitive and backward tribal system. Otherwise, who would dare to bully a group of powerful warriors with super regenerative abilities and the ability to activate the berserk power in their bloodline during battle?

After all, even Quel'Thalas, the magical kingdom established by the high elves, only managed to repel the jungle trolls by forming an alliance with humans.

Thinking about all this, Zhang Cheng suddenly realized that trolls were actually the race with the greatest war potential on this planet, and immediately asked, "How many trolls do you think there are in Stranglethorn Vale?"

"Two hundred thousand? Three hundred thousand? Maybe more! Why ask that?" Old Phil shrugged.

"No, it's nothing, I'm just a little curious. Don't you find it strange? The trolls clearly have enough power to drive out all outsiders, so why don't they do it?" A strange light flashed in Zhang Cheng's eyes, and he immediately changed the subject.

"No, there's nothing strange about it. You have to understand, trolls are divided into many tribes, and they have a lot of conflicts and hatred among themselves. I know of three or four tribes that frequently engage in wars and conflicts, sometimes even more vicious to their own people than to outsiders. I occasionally go to the northern coast to hire some Bloodscalp trolls to replenish our lost manpower, and I've heard a lot about the terrible traditions within the troll community. Believe me, you'd never want to know."

Having said that, old Phil teased his pet parrot perched on his shoulder and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Straight to port! With the tailwind, let's try to reach the east side of Booty Bay before nightfall. I guarantee that if you manage to do that, everyone will get a big glass of the finest, undiluted rum tonight!"

"Diluted rum? A whole glass! By the light of God! This is the best news I've heard since I set sail!" A sailor who was washing the deck stood up and cheered loudly.