Spellcasting Gods

Kara Cape's consciousness was clearly starting to become a little blurry. She kept making low growls intermittently, and after a while, she began to convulse and fell into a brief state of shock.

Of course, this doesn't mean he'll die soon.

Quite the contrary!

The life force emanating from this bull's body far surpasses that of its kind, and it also draws a large amount of arcane energy from the air, which is mixed into it.

Although it did not cause any physical mutation or reversion in the user like the previous basic versions of evolution potions, the power contained in the potion was absorbed better, with only a very small portion that was completely incompatible with the Minotaur's physique being wasted.

A few minutes later, Kara Cape jolted to her feet, exclaiming incredulously, "I...I'm not dead?"

“Of course you’re not dead! Now show me what kind of power you’ve gained,” Zhang Cheng suggested, stroking his chin with interest.

Without a doubt, after killing tens of thousands of trolls, he has found the highest "safety valve" that humanoid species in Azeroth can generally withstand in terms of mutations. Normally, unless encountering an individual with a particularly weak constitution, it will not easily cause death.

"Hmm—I feel like my strength has increased slightly, and I have more control over my anger. I can even control my heart to beat faster for a short time, giving my muscles more explosive power," Kara Cape said, moving her body as she described the situation with a somewhat uncertain tone.

It's easy to tell from the fleeting surprise in his eyes that he is very satisfied with the changes in himself.

After all, a profession like a soldier requires arduous and long-term training to achieve significant improvement.

When they reach a bottleneck, many experienced warriors even have to risk their lives to challenge powerful enemies and monsters, gaining experience and insights through the intense stimulation of brushing with death time and time again.

But now?

With just one potion, a minotaur warrior's strength was significantly enhanced, as easily as if a windfall had fallen from the sky.

However, Zhang Cheng was clearly not satisfied with this answer. He frowned and muttered to himself, "That's all? No! That's not right! The experimental batch from three days ago was much more effective than this. Here, use the dagger to cut your finger. If I'm not mistaken, since you've obtained the troll's berserk talent, you should also have obtained their regeneration talent."

"Okay, I hope you're right."

Anyway, a small cut wasn't a big deal, so Kara Cape didn't argue and immediately picked up the dagger and made a shallow cut in her palm.

Just as the blood was about to flow out of the wound, the cells on the surface of the wound suddenly began to secrete a colorless, transparent, viscous liquid, which glued together in less than three to five seconds.

Although it hasn't fully healed yet, at least it won't bleed anymore.

He had dealt with the jungle trolls of Stranglethorn Vale before and recognized at a glance that this was a racial talent unique to trolls. Unless awakened and burned by fire, the wounded troll warriors would get up from the ground in a few minutes to about half an hour and continue to attack the enemy.

This is why, despite being far superior to the primitive troll tribes in terms of technology and equipment, the Blackwater pirates could only hide in Booty Bay, a place that was easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Given the current human resources situation of the Hot Sands Consortium, it is completely unable to cope with this endless, protracted war of attrition.

"Just as I predicted! Next, let's test your magical talent..." Zhang Cheng's eyes flashed with a terrifying fervor as he raised his hand and muttered a broken incantation.

moment!

Kara Cape felt an unprecedented surge of energy erupting from her body!

In just a few seconds, violet energy, symbolizing arcane power, began to swirl around him, gradually forming simple magical circuits on his skin.

no doubt!

This is a mark that is only worn by Dharma apprentices and Dharma masters!

The first tauren mage in Azeroth's history?

"My Mother Earth! You've really played a huge joke on me!" Kara Cape gasped in astonishment, her mind in complete disarray.

There's no way it won't be chaotic!

Although he had been away from his people for many years, he had never heard of any of his kin gaining the favor of arcane magic and becoming an arcane user.

After all, Tauren can be excellent hunters, strong warriors, druids who protect nature, and shamans who embark on the path of the elements, but they can never be qualified mages.

"Hahahaha! Incredible! Kara Cape! I must admit you are an extraordinary tauren! Your intelligence and cunning have made you a unique talent in arcane magic. How about it, are you interested in learning magic from me? I'd love to become the mentor of the first tauren mage. Perhaps one day you can bring the mage's legacy back to Thunder Bluff and become a pivotal figure in tauren history."

Clearly, the appearance of the minotaur mage had slightly excited Zhang Cheng.

In the original history, the Tauren were completely isolated from arcane power, even after the Orcs later acquired mages.

"Are you sure you're not joking?" Kara Cape's lips twitched.

Having grown accustomed to chopping people with an axe, he could not imagine himself wearing a long robe, holding a staff, and chanting incantations.

He felt he was better at wielding his heavy staff and smashing the enemy's brains out.

"No! Why are you joking? Do you think training a mage is an easy thing? Besides, I didn't ask you to give up the warrior class. Think about those two-headed cannibalistic mages outside; their melee destructive power is in no way inferior to that of a warrior..."

Chapter 0609 Heading North

The entire Booty Bay erupted in chaos the moment Kara Cape officially announced her transition from a warrior to a full-time mage apprentice.

Both the "big spender" Rivigaz and the veteran members of the Blackwater Pirates were shocked and incredulous at the news.

The former, in particular, burst into uncontrollable laughter upon seeing the tall, muscular minotaur don a pink mage's robe, nearly laughing himself to death.

If the latter hadn't become enraged and threatened to smash your head if you laughed again, Booty Bay would probably have a new leader by now.

Over the next few days, Zhang Cheng taught the first Tauren mage in Azeroth's history while making final adjustments and improvements to the Evolution Potion 5.0 recipe, and subdividing it into different levels.

Among them, the trolls, orcs, tauren, boarmen, dwarves, and centaurs, who have amazing endurance, are divided into one category;

Humans, high elves, and night elves, who are of slightly lower quality, are grouped into one tier;

The worst gnomes and goblins are grouped into one tier;

As for massive creatures like demons, ogres, and giants, they don't need any so-called "safety valves."

Given the Stonehammer Ogres' near-100% mutation success rate, even if they drank two or three or four times the first-tier dose, they would not be in mortal danger.

After finishing the final cleanup, Zhang Cheng finally left Booty Bay with a small group of people, amidst the reluctant farewell of hundreds of goblins. He boarded a zeppelin intercepted from the Horde camp Grom'gol and slowly headed north towards the Burning Steppes, intending to visit his "old friend," His Highness Nefarian, the Black Dragon Prince.

Standing on the deck of this somewhat rudimentary spaceship, Onyxia let the damp wind blow across her face, her eyes revealing extremely complex emotions.

After such a long period of understanding, she was basically certain that the Blackrock Spire army led by her brother and the multicolored dragonkin they were researching could not possibly defeat this powerful and mysterious human mage.

Although the two have been vying for leadership of the Black Dragon Army for years, they should normally be very happy to see the other lose.

But for some reason, she couldn't feel happy at all; instead, she was a little worried about her proud older brother.

"What are you thinking about?" Zhang Cheng suddenly appeared behind the Black Dragon Princess, a playful smile on his face.

"No! It's nothing!"

Onyxia was clearly unwilling to show any emotional weakness in front of her enemy, so she immediately pretended to be nonchalant.

"Really? Nefarian is one of the few relatives you have in this world. Don't you have anything to say to him? After all, this may be the last time you meet!" Zhang Cheng narrowed his eyes and stared directly into the black dragon princess's pupils, which were covered by anger and hatred.

"Hmph! You think a few people like this can kill my brother?" Onyxia glanced at the empty airship and sneered sarcastically.

Zhang Cheng smiled dismissively, pinched the other's chin, and replied, "Do you think Nefarian's laughable Blackrock orcs and dragonkin legions can stop me?"

No! My dear princess! We don't need so many people!

I am enough!

You know what? I've never really understood why Gul'dan, the most powerful warlock in the world, submitted to Orgrim Doomhammer for such a long time.

After all, the latter is just a warrior. No matter how strong he is, he only relies on the power generated by his muscles, and this power has its limits.

If he is truly as invincible as many people describe, capable of taking the lives of thousands with a mere gesture, why doesn't he kill the other party, eliminate all the orc chieftains who do not obey his will, and subdue the entire orc race through force?

The answer is obvious!

Either he simply doesn't have that kind of power!

Either the orc's narrow-minded way of thinking limited his understanding of his own power, leading to a severe lack of self-confidence and a lack of courage and boldness to conquer the entire orc race through power.

But I'm different!

I have a very clear understanding of my own abilities!

Understand the internal structure of each spell, know what effects it will have, and know how to shape magical energy into the shape I desire!

Believe me!

Erasing Blackrock Spire from this world is not a difficult task for me at all.

If I wanted, I could even push the entire world into the abyss of destruction without paying any price, and even the so-called guardians of time—the Bronze Dragon Legion—would be powerless to stop it.

Moreover, after the last alliance, I left Nefarian a small gift: an embryo from Chaos.

As he said this, a graceful smile curved Zhang Cheng's lips, and his eyes revealed an undisguised darkness and evil.

“Demon! You are the real demon!” Onyxia took two steps back in fear.

Even she couldn't help but feel intense fear after sensing the overwhelming aura of destruction.

"Thank you for your praise! I will take it as a form of compliment. In my eyes, such low-level standards of dividing factions into good and evil, right and wrong, are outdated. Only the strong and the weak, the victors and the vanquished, are the most fundamental standards for dividing factions. Imagine if the entirety of Azeroth were occupied by the Burning Legion, and all creatures were either killed or corrupted by fel energy, with every living being adhering to the values ​​established by the Dark Titan Sargeras. Then what would be justice, and what would be evil? Remember, before reaching Blackrock Spire, you have one last chance to choose. Please don't think my patience is limitless..."

As the last word escaped his lips, Zhang Cheng placed one hand on his chest, bowed slightly, turned, and disappeared at the end of the stairs leading to the lower cabin.

Once he was completely out of sight, Onyxia finally breathed a sigh of relief, rubbing her throbbing forehead and muttering to herself, "Looks like I don't have much time left! A choice? How ridiculous! It's as if I actually have a choice!"

“Master! Perhaps we can try to send a message to your brother so that he can prepare,” the young black dragon Ebostak suggested cautiously in a low voice.

"No! Fool! Do you think I'm dying too slowly? We must not risk angering him! On the contrary, for the sake of the Black Dragonflight's continuation, neither you nor I can take any substantial action to resist," Onyxia rebuked fiercely.

"But I refuse to be enslaved like this! You saw it yourself! He only wants to use your bloodline to create his own dragon army. If this continues, we will perish sooner or later!"

"Destruction? No, as long as I live, the Black Dragonflight will never perish! What we need now is patience and forbearance. When my father, Deathwing, reappears, this human will pay the price for his actions..."

Chapter 0610 Chromie's Second Visit

The primitive and outdated goblin airships weren't particularly fast, but their advantage was that once a course was set, they could travel continuously for 24 hours without worrying about terrain limitations or encountering various monsters and bandits.

Only occasionally will curious birds come closer to take a look at this ugly-looking "big guy".

However, after a uneventful journey of about a week, just as they were about to reach Blackrock Spire, they were greeted by an uninvited guest.

"Damn it! I warned you last time! Don't interfere with the correct history!" The silver-haired dwarf immediately adopted a accusatory look as soon as he appeared.

She was none other than Chromie, the bronze dragon whom she had met not long ago.

"Are you talking to me?" Zhang Cheng asked in a half-smile, pursing his lips.

Without a doubt, he was very clear about why his trip had attracted the attention of the Bronze.

The reason is simple: the upper levels of Blackrock Spire, ruled by Nefarian, are actually related to a very important time point—the Second War of the Shifting Sands.

Perhaps in the game, players are the heroes who save Azeroth from danger time and time again, but in reality, the one who reforged the Scepter of the Shifting Sands was not a player, but a night elf priestess named Hilomar.

In the near future, she will lead a powerful mercenary army to find the fragments of the scepter piece by piece.