Spellcasting Gods

"My God! The usually stingy old captain is actually giving us undiluted rum? You know, this is a privilege we only get before the war!" Another sailor who looked quite old chimed in.

"Hahaha! Captain! This guy is talking bad about you! I suggest hanging him up and leaving him to bask in the sun for half a day!"

"That's right! It would be best to give them a few more lashes!"

……

Many sailors cheered and applauded because of this unexpected good news.

Without a doubt, sailing is a rather tedious thing, so tedious that you need to constantly find things to do in order to stop the fear in your heart from spreading.

Even on Earth, during the Age of Sail, sailors were terrified by legends about sea monsters, curses, and ghosts, which could sometimes lead to serious riots.

And what about Azeroth?

This is a true magical world. The various giant sea monsters, Nagas, and murlocs are not just legends, but real things. Not to mention, there is an ancient god in the deep sea—N'Zoth.

Sailing in such an environment is far more dangerous than it was on Earth at the same time, by tens or even hundreds of times. It is no exaggeration to say that one's life is hanging by a thread.

Although the Bloodsail Buccaneers were a group of ruthless villains, it must be admitted that they possessed courage, perseverance, and tenacity that were beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Listening to the excited human sailors singing ancient songs of the Kingdom of Kul Tiras, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but smile and exclaim, "What an interesting bunch of guys, aren't they?"

"Hmph! Interesting? Is that how you describe prey that you've manipulated?" A beautiful woman with long black hair next to her let out a cold laugh.

She was none other than Onyxia, the black dragon princess who had taken human form.

Having been imprisoned and humiliated for a long time, her eyes were filled with anger and hatred. If it weren't for the two bracelets on her hands engraved with imprisoning runes, she would have transformed into a dragon and burned the entire ship to ashes.

"Hehe! Don't be so cynical! Have you forgotten what I said before? Anger and hatred can't solve any problems; they will only weaken your wisdom and judgment. If I were you, I would obediently cooperate with every experiment, even selling my beauty and soul in exchange for any possible chance to escape." Zhang Cheng raised his hand and shamelessly stroked the other's smooth chin and cheek.

“You want me to abandon my self-respect and pride, and grovel before you like a dog, letting you do whatever you want? Dream on!” Onyxia glared at him fiercely.

Although this position made her feel extremely humiliated, she did not do anything too violent.

the reason is simple!

During these days, she tried to resist too many times, and was punished countless times, both physically and spiritually. The worst time, she almost lost consciousness from the pain.

Through these experiences, the Black Dragon Princess has come to realize that this seemingly harmless young human is, in essence, a monster more terrifying than the demons of the Burning Legion, a monster who has embraced darkness from the heart to the soul, just like her own father, Neltharion.

The difference is that one of them has gone completely insane, yearning to destroy the entire world, while the other retains a terrifying rationality, caring only about what he wants and not at all about whether the world will be destroyed...

Chapter 0602 Attack Plan

The night view of Stranglethorn Vale is beautiful, especially when combined with the bright moonlight and the sound of the crashing waves; it's simply a pleasure.

After quickly clearing away the murlocs and naga from the surrounding beach, the Bloodsail Pirates set up camp in a relatively dry spot. Some stayed behind to collect wood and light a campfire, while others ventured into the jungle to hunt animals and change their palates.

After all, aside from cannibals, most ordinary sailors with normal taste buds, after eating bread, sausages, cured meat, and fish for several weeks in a row, longed for some fresh meat, vegetables, and fruits.

Fortunately, Stranglethorn Vale, being a tropical rainforest, has no shortage of these things.

About two hours later, the hunting party returned to camp with a large amount of prey, including common herbivores and large birds, as well as carnivores such as tigers, leopards, and velociraptors. In addition, there were a large number of crabs caught on the beach, making dinner quite sumptuous.

In addition, there are some uniquely shaped fruits that can provide people who have traveled long sea voyages with plenty of vitamins and fruit acids.

Of course, you can't expect the rough sailors to make any fancy dishes; they basically just put things in a pot to stew or grill them on a rack.

About half an hour later, a large pot of steaming stew was carried to the front of the largest campfire.

Old Phil picked up a spoon, ladled out a bowl, and handed it to Zhang Cheng: "Try it! Authentic jungle stew! This is a delicacy you can only find in Stranglethorn Vale."

The latter took it and ate a small bite, a strange expression quickly appearing on his face: "You actually put fruit in there?"

“That’s right! This is the exclusive recipe of the Stranglethorn Expedition. Back when we were still members of the Alliance, we learned it from a corporal. It’s truly delicious.” As he spoke, Old Phil filled a large bowl for himself and began to eat with great enjoyment.

Not far behind him, more than eight hundred hungry ogres could no longer contain their craving for food and began to wrestle and fight for the first chance to eat.

For the cannibals, this was practically a traditional event, performed once or twice almost every day. The pirates were used to it, and some even placed bets on who could get the first pot of stew.

Seeing this, Zhang Cheng shook his head helplessly, threw aside the so-called "real delicacy" in his hand, and picked up a skewer of grilled meat.

Clearly, this typical Western way of putting fruit and meat together completely disgusted him. It was already a big favor that he didn't vomit it up on the spot; he would never touch it again.

Old Phil clearly noticed this and asked with a laugh, "What, you don't like jungle stew?"

"Yes! Do you know what two kinds of food I hate the most? The first is meat dishes with all sorts of sweet and sour fruits added, that tastes disgusting to me. The second is fish with lemon juice poured on it." Zhang Cheng gave a straightforward affirmative answer.

Because of his divine nature, eating was no longer a daily necessity for him; it had become a hobby and a source of enjoyment.

Under such circumstances, he would not eat any food that could not bring him enjoyment, let alone some messy and terrible dishes.

"Hahaha! Well, it seems you're someone who has high standards for your quality of life. I'm increasingly suspecting you might be a member of some powerful family in some kingdom. Don't get me wrong, I have no intention of invading your privacy, but we must now discuss the plan to attack Booty Bay. You must understand, those green-skinned dwarves are not to be trifled with. They may not be very strong in combat, but they are experts at making all sorts of terrible explosives, and I don't want my ship to be sunk."

Having said that, old Phil put down the empty bowl, a sinister and cunning glint in his eyes.

"Please speak, I'm listening." Zhang Cheng swallowed the food in his mouth and raised his arm in a gesture of invitation.

"It's simple! We must deal with the Blackwater Pirates' fleet first! As far as I know, there are six large warships in Booty Bay. Once we take them out, we can blockade the port without restraint and cut off Rivigaz's connection with other goblin cities. Just think, without supplies from the outside world, how long can this small town at the southernmost tip of Stranglethorn Vale hold out? They can't even be self-sufficient in food."

Sinking enemy ships and blockading ports—Old Phil's thinking clearly carried the unique style of the Bloodsail Pirates.

However, Zhang Cheng didn't quite like this plan that would waste too much time, and suggested with a smile, "No, my friend, you're too cautious. Actually, Treasure Bay isn't as powerful as you imagine. I think a surprise attack and a decapitation strike would be enough to take down the Blackwater Pirates' control over this area."

"A surprise attack?" Old Phil frowned instinctively.

"As you probably know, Booty Bay is a place that's easy to defend but difficult to attack. The only entrance on land is a long, narrow cave. Neither wild beasts nor jungle trolls can force their way into the city. So the goblins focused their defenses on the sea. Besides their powerful fleet, they've set up many cannons, catapults, and giant crossbows on the city's high ground. The problem is, all this defense is like an eggshell. It may seem impenetrable, but once we appear directly inside the city, those green-skinned dwarves will be thrown into chaos."

Having personally entered Booty Bay, Zhang Cheng was acutely aware of the city's greatest weakness: its chaotic internal management.

In order to collect more taxes, the wealthy Rivigaz allowed adventurers, and even jungle trolls, to freely enter his city.

He had no idea how much of a safety hazard this would pose.

If an enemy launches a surprise attack from within, these people will not only fail to help maintain order, but will also take the opportunity to loot and vent their pent-up resentment towards the goblins' greed.

“Damn it! You make it sound so easy! The problem is, how are we going to get into the city? Don’t tell me you’re planning to have us disguise ourselves as merchants or adventurers. Goblins aren’t stupid; they’re very wary of outsiders,” Old Phil complained in frustration.

Zhang Cheng shrugged dismissively and explained, "Heh, of course it's magical teleportation. As long as I set up a teleportation point close enough to Booty Bay, I can teleport three or four hundred people there at once. It only takes about three trips to get all the ogres in. I guarantee that when these fat guys start rampaging through the city, Rivigaz will not hesitate to gather all the manpower to protect the bank. At that time, those warships docked in the bay will be like ripe grapes on a vine, waiting for you to pick them."

"An inside-outside attack?! My God! What a brilliant tactic! We'll do it your way!" Old Phil's eyes flashed with a terrifying light as he agreed to the daring and risky attack plan without hesitation.

Chapter 0603 Goblin's Creative Ways to Die

Undoubtedly, for Azeroth, where teleportation technology is relatively mature and magical energy is exceptionally active, large-scale teleportation of troops has never been too difficult.

The only limitation is whether the mage is powerful enough to trigger a stronger energy resonance, thereby tearing open a stable spatial passage.

This is an important prerequisite for becoming an archmage recognized by the Kirin Tor Council.

In other words, in the magical kingdom of Dalaran, anyone with the title of Archmage can carry dozens or even hundreds of people on a precise teleportation over at least a medium distance.

Although Zhang Cheng has not yet obtained this title, his spellcasting ability has actually surpassed the limits of mortal mages, and even those of famous heroes such as Khadgar, Rhonin, Kael'thas, and Jaina.

Perhaps only Medivh, the "Last Guardian" whose body was once possessed by the Dark Titan, could truly surpass him in magical knowledge and skill.

After all, the cloned cells of the Mind Flayer's main brain endowed him with computer-like powerful memory, logical calculation, and abstract thinking abilities.

No matter how complex the spell model is, it can be perfectly copied after just one look. By reverse engineering, the function and principle of the spell can be quickly understood. Even the legendary magic of Faerûn, which is known for its world-destroying power, is no exception.

In addition, his divinity allows him to freely convert magical energy of different attributes, giving him the infinite "mana" often mentioned in the game.

If necessary, Zhang Cheng is ready to engage in a magical duel with his enemy that can last for days, months, or even years.

It can be said that he alone is equivalent to a powerful strategic mage legion, a true humanoid nuclear bomb.

So let alone a mere eight hundred ogres, even if it were eight thousand or eighty thousand, as long as there is a stable coordinate point, he could use teleportation spells to transport them all at once.

Of course, to avoid frightening the Bloodsail Pirates, he deliberately kept the number low.

But now, with all the fully armed ogres arriving near the entrance to Booty Bay, he finally stopped hiding his strength, turned around with a smirk, and asked, "My loyal servants! Are you ready to wreak havoc?"

“Of course! Great master! We can’t wait to smash the enemy into mincemeat!” Mogmurok replied with a ferocious grin.

"That's right! Margoller will smash the heads of those green dwarfs!"

"Markel will burn them to death with fireballs!"

……

As outright violent elements, the cannibals needed no pre-battle mobilization and immediately entered a state of heightened fighting spirit.

If we were to describe orcs as irritable and easily angered, they would be a group of complete destructive maniacs. Once they go berserk, only death can stop them.

“Very good! Remember! You can kill, you can destroy, but you can’t make a mess of the city, understand? Because once the battle is over, this city will belong to me.”

After saying that, Zhang Cheng raised his right hand and gently tapped it in the air.

moment!

A blurry ball of light appeared out of nowhere, and within a few seconds it grew larger and clearer, eventually forming a stable portal.

Without the slightest attempt at concealment, the goblin guards on the other side of the door undoubtedly noticed this strange, suddenly appearing object and cautiously gathered around.

Seeing this, Zhang Cheng's face showed a hint of amusement. Without turning his head, he ordered, "What are you waiting for? Go on! The party is starting!"

"Yes, sir! Stonehammer Clan! Attack!"

Mogmurok roared and charged forward, knocking away two goblin guards wielding muskets, thus beginning the Battle of Booty Bay.

"Fire! Fire! Kill this monster!" The other goblin guards immediately let out piercing screams and pulled the triggers without hesitation.

boom! boom! boom!

In the blink of an eye, the large-caliber muskets produced by goblin technology immediately unleashed deadly bullets.

Just as the guards were expecting to see the big guy fall into a pool of blood, the thick keratin layer on the surface of the Goron bloodline came into play, wedging all the bullets under the hair to a depth of no more than two centimeters.

"Ahhhhhh! You bastards! How dare you hurt me? Die!"

The intense pain made Mogmurok even more enraged, and he smashed the nearest small goblin into a pulp with his fists.

It moved so fast that no one else around it had time to react.

Even more terrifying, more ogres continued to pour into the neutral city through the portal, wreaking havoc and causing destruction with impunity.

In less than ten minutes, the entire Changbao Bay was plunged into chaos, even though it was already in a state of chaos.

As expected, the adventurers did nothing to help the goblins defend against the ogre's attack. Instead, they organized themselves and rushed towards the bank, adding fuel to the fire in an already not-so-optimistic situation.

Clearly, for the audacious adventurers, it was better to rob the "tycoon" Rivigaz than to risk their lives fighting the ogres.

They don't care who rules the city anyway.