Spellcasting Gods

"Whatever! Let him come! I need more demon souls! Oh, by the way, you seem to have studied demons for a long time. Could you help me strengthen this Domination Tome so that it can hold more demon souls?" As he spoke, Zhang Cheng took out the book that exuded an evil aura from his magic pouch.

“No problem! It’s a piece of cake!” Illidan raised his claw-like left hand and gently tapped the page.

moment!

The magical artifact created by the Abyss Lord began to tremble violently, emitting painful groans like those of a human being tormented.

After about two or three minutes, fel runes very similar to those on the Demon Hunter appeared on the pages of the book. Each rune acted like a seal, firmly imprisoning the soul inside.

Moreover, under the influence of these demonic runes, a vast soul space is formed within the Codex, large enough to accommodate millions of demonic souls.

Feeling the power of the enhanced Domination Codex, Zhang Cheng nodded in satisfaction: "Excellent! This is exactly what I wanted. If you don't mind, I'll need to spend some time creating a large Soul Gathering Array. I won't have time to cast wide-area spells for now."

"It doesn't matter! I've achieved my goal. Now it's time to go to the archives and find the Mark of Argus you foretold. Before we evacuate, I estimate you have a maximum of three hours, so make the most of them." Illidan patted Zhang Cheng on the shoulder, spread his wings, and flew straight towards the southeast of the strangely shaped city, completely ignoring the fate of his subordinates.

It is likely that in his heart, as long as the ultimate goal can be achieved, it is worth sacrificing any number of lives.

Whether it's the fel orcs, blood elves, naga, or broken ones, they were all cannon fodder from the very beginning. Their sacrifice was only to achieve one thing: to end the threat that the dark titan Sargeras posed to the world of Azeroth.

To achieve the ultimate goal!

Illidan didn't care about so-called methods, nor did he care about the Alliance and the Horde's hostility towards him. He was like a relentless hunting dog, constantly chasing and tearing at the Burning Legion until he or his prey fell...

Chapter 0624 The Destruction of Nazreza

Some say that all the great military operations that have been remembered in history for their victory over the strong with the weak were essentially desperate gambles.

If successful, it will naturally be a classic case of the weak defeating the strong, and countless people will study it repeatedly in the future. But if it fails, it will become a laughing stock for people to talk about over tea, or even be hung on the pillar of historical shame and never be able to turn back.

Without a doubt, Illidan's attack on Nazreza was a perfect sneak attack, so perfect that the Nathrezim demon lords didn't even dare to step forward to organize their routing army. They could only watch helplessly as thousands of low-level demons were cut up and surrounded by the fel orcs, and then slowly died out under the attack of the demon hunters.

Through countless hunts and raids, the originally inexperienced demon hunter recruits have grown stronger and stronger, with some even reaching a level that makes the dreadlords wary.

Of course, there was a price to pay. Seven or eight unlucky souls who had absorbed too much fel energy suddenly exploded while they were killing each other, and the green fel energy storm tore everything within a hundred meters to pieces.

Pain, torment, betrayal, eternity, and the soul of a demon are intertwined, with the constant threat of exploding from inhaling excessive fel energy...

It's safe to say that in all of Azeroth, there is no profession more dangerous than the Demon Hunter.

Aside from those madmen who lost everything due to the Legion's invasion, no one would willingly become a Demon Hunter. They are a group of pathetic creatures whose reason has been consumed by hatred, destined to embark on a path of destruction with no return, just to vent their inner rage and, like a meteor, emit the most brilliant light before falling, bringing the fearsome light of death to their enemies.

Watching the elves fighting like wild beasts in the distance, Zhang Cheng narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself in a voice only he could hear: "As expected, it is only when intelligent life forms are under extreme emotional conditions that their soul potential can be released to the greatest extent."

It seems that the necessary condition for evolution has never been so-called positive emotions.

On the contrary, it is the negative emotions that are enough to break a person.

As the saying goes, pain is a good medicine; it helps you remember the mistakes you've made and ensures you don't repeat them. Perhaps evolution works in the same way.

Next time, I can try adding some ingredients to the potion that trigger painful memories, in order to maximize the stimulation of strong emotions and prompt the brain to make the correct response..."

Just as he was about to stand up and re-examine the errors and oversights of the massive soul-binding array beneath his feet, a powerful energy fluctuation suddenly flashed at the edge of the city.

moment!

The deep green fel energy connected the sky and the earth!

In less than three to five minutes, a huge arched portal, over thirty meters high and twenty meters wide, slowly opened!

Before the bloodthirsty and brutal orcs could react to what was happening, a huge figure rushed out from inside.

"Ahhhhhh!!!!!!!!! You lowly little insect! Come and taste the blade of Katagaz!"

The massive abyss lord roared as it smashed over thirty orcs into a bloody pulp with its unparalleled strength.

A demon hunter tried to rush up and kill the dangerous enemy, but before he could even jump up, he was slammed away by the double-edged sword and crashed into a wall more than thirty meters away, screaming and spitting out mouthfuls of blood.

"Hahahaha! This is the powerful invader the little bats mentioned? Bah! They only deserve to hide in dark corners and play tricks!" Katgaz grinned and laughed loudly, not forgetting to mock the Dreadlord, whom he had never dealt with.

After all, in the eyes of the Abyss Lords who were keen to crush the rebels head-on with their powerful strength, the Dreadlord was like a clown hiding behind the scenes doing the dirty work.

In the eyes of the Dreadlord, who prefers to undermine resistance from within with minimal cost, the Abyss Lords are a bunch of muscle-bound brutes who only know how to fight and kill and have no idea what strategy is.

Their differing ways of thinking are like the two extremes of ice and fire; the fact that they haven't fought each other is only because of the Dark Titan Sargeras.

With the arrival of the Abyss Lords, more and more portals opened, from which countless demon armies poured out. There were more than sixty demon lords alone. The mere tens of thousands of orcs and a small number of demon hunters were no match for them. In the blink of an eye, they were forced to retreat step by step, and it was only a matter of time before they were completely annihilated.

Obviously!

As the most powerful military organization in the entire universe, the Burning Legion has an overwhelming advantage in both quantity and quality. Apart from the Void Lords and the Titan Pantheon, whose strength is unknown, probably no force can directly confront them.

In fact, if Archimonde the Defiler hadn't been so arrogant and had instead steadily destroyed the forests upon which the night elves depended for survival, allowing the allied forces to slowly deplete their last supplies, conquering Azeroth would have been an easy task. He wouldn't have met such a tragic end under the World Tree.

Watching the orc and Naga alliance crumble like a house of cards, Zhang Cheng hesitated whether to cast two more strategic spells to buy some time, at least until his allies returned safely.

Before he could make a decision, a tall figure swept across the sky and landed with a thud, laughing loudly, "Your prophecy has come true! I have found the Mark of Argus!"

"Congratulations! So, can we retreat now?" Zhang Cheng turned around and asked with a smile.

“Yes! The first part of the plan is about to enter its final stage.” Illidan curled his lips, a cruel smile appearing on his face that he made no attempt to hide.

Zhang Cheng seemed to sense something, and asked with a half-smile, "What about these troops? What will their fate be?"

"Victory is forged by great sacrifice! There is no victory without sacrifice! They will bleed to the last drop, drawing the demons' attention to the maximum extent, buying us time to cast our spells." Illidan made no attempt to hide his intentions, openly admitting that these poor fellows were cannon fodder to be used.

From the very beginning of the plan, this raiding force had no intention of retreating, but rather would fight the demons to the last moment and witness the destruction of the Dreadlord's homeland.

"Then let us pay tribute to the sacrifice of our warriors! Their bloody battle will be the death knell for the Burning Legion." Zhang Cheng shrugged indifferently.

He was clearly not the kind of person who would be moved by so-called heroic sacrifices; all he could think about was how many demonic souls the explosion of the entire planet would bring him.

"Hold those demons off for me! This magical ritual might take a while to instruct!" Illidan casually ordered, immediately beginning to chant the awkward incantation.

Under his guidance, all the energy in Nazreza became extremely unstable. The most obvious manifestation of this was that the originally stable portals erupted in violent tremors, which in turn triggered a chain reaction of fel energy and shadow in the surrounding area.

next second...

boom!!!!!!!!!!

Chapter 0625 The Day the Legion Sheds Blood

The violent energy shocks and impacts surged into the shattered Earth's crust, breaking the already fragile gravitational balance. Shadow energy, erupting from the distorted void, instantly swept across the entire planet.

Unlike the shadow energy most warlocks or shadow priests have encountered, this shadow energy is darker and deeper, as if it originates from eternity at the end of the universe. Wherever it passes, it shatters and assimilates, becoming part of the twisted void. Even the most powerful abyss lords cannot escape it.

At the same time, as the planet was rapidly swallowed up, the remaining evil energy began to boil, forming a terrifying energy storm.

Millions of demons were killed or wounded in the terrifying energy storm in just over ten minutes. Some even tried to escape back through the portal, but the catastrophic consequences of the portal's explosion were a hundred times worse than the energy storm.

To be precise, under the shock of surging energy, the portals opened by the Burning Legion were like nuclear weapons that had been detonated, each leveling everything within a radius of tens of kilometers. It is estimated that the other side of the portal was similar.

Clearly, Illidan wasn't just searching for the Mark of Argus; he also laid a trap, waiting for Kil'jaeden to make a wrong judgment in his anger.

These demonic armies that were sent were victims of the fraudsters' misjudgment.

"It's so beautiful! I never knew the destruction of a planet could be so spectacular!" Zhang Cheng exclaimed as he used the Soul-Binding Array to summon the souls of the dead demons and stuff them all into the Dominion of Demons.

Ironically, the powerful abyss lord Katagaz, who had once made a deal with him, ended up being imprisoned by a magical artifact he himself had created.

Illidan, admiring the apocalyptic scene he had created, sneered, "Look! The invincible Burning Legion bleeds today! Millions of demons have been permanently killed by us! They can no longer escape death using their dirty tricks. This is just the beginning! Before long, they will understand that in the face of a hunter, no matter how powerful a demon is, it will eventually be hunted down."

"A glorious and great victory! Most importantly! You've obtained the key to the finish line, haven't you?" Zhang Cheng glanced at the demonic souls roaring and howling within the Codex of Domination, a satisfied smile appearing on his lips.

With these souls, he could go back and begin building a true legion, instead of a bunch of mindless puppets.

However, before that, he would need to spend some time taming the unruly demon lords, especially the volatile abyss lords.

As for the Dreadlords, they never hesitate to change masters, provided you are powerful enough; otherwise, conspiracies and betrayals will soon unfold.

“That’s right! Now we have the key to victory. Furthermore, once again, facts have proven how accurate your prediction was; it seems I can finally have some hope for the future…”

After uttering these meaningful words, Illidan quickly turned around and passed through the portal, gripping the Skull of Gul'dan tightly in his hand, and began to continuously pour arcane energy into the portal.

Undoubtedly, he intended to use the explosive power of this portal to accelerate the destruction of Nazreza, prevent the remaining demons from escaping back, and tell Kil'jaeden what had happened here.

Although Zhang Cheng wanted to stay and collect more demon souls, he immediately abandoned his original idea after sensing the extremely unstable energy inside the portal.

Just as he was about to return to the outer realms!

A female blood elf demon hunter, covered in wounds, suddenly used her demonic wings to glide low through the air, crashing to the ground with a thud. Raising her arm with her last strength, she cried out, "No! Don't...don't leave me! Take me away! I...I can still fight!"

However, Zhang Cheng did not immediately go to rescue this ally, but instead turned his attention to Illidan, who was on the other side of the portal.

He was somewhat unsure whether the other side would choose to take the last survivor away or leave him behind to perish with the entire planet.

"Don't look at me! The decision is yours! But remember! Once you choose to save her, it means you'll be responsible for her every move. If I hear any information about this campaign, I'll order you to personally eliminate any threats." Illidan's tone was icy, devoid of even a trace of emotion.

Perhaps for him, the only thing that could melt his cold heart was his love for Tyrande.

Unfortunately, this unknown blood elf is clearly not Tyrande; she is merely a pawn and cannon fodder used to wear down the enemy.

“Tell me, darling, can you keep this a secret?” Zhang Cheng bent down and pinched the other’s blood-stained chin as he asked.

“I can! My lady! I can not only keep the secret, but I am also willing to fight for you!” the female demon hunter raised her head and loudly promised.

She wasn't a fool; she realized that she had been abandoned by Illidan and that only by seeking refuge with a new master could she save her life.

“Excellent! This is the answer I wanted! Here, drink it, then stand up and come with me. I promise you a bright future.” With that, Zhang Cheng casually tossed down a bottle of potion that shimmered with a green light.

The blood elf pulled out the cork, took a deep breath, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

In the blink of an eye!

The powerful evil energy began to flow rapidly through her body, and in no time the terrible wounds healed quickly. She once again felt her body filled with the energy of the common enemy.

Illidan, undoubtedly sensing this with his powerful senses, raised an eyebrow in surprise: "This is a fel potion? You actually created a fel potion that can heal demon hunters and demons!"

“Hehe, that’s right. Any energy can be utilized in my eyes, and fel energy is no exception. So, do you have a new understanding of my alchemy skills?” Zhang Cheng winked playfully, pulling the female demon hunter behind him through the portal.

“Indeed impressive! I don’t understand how you, who should be under thirty years old by human lifespan, have achieved this level of skill. I’m afraid that half of the Kirin Tor’s archmages combined would not be a match for you.”

"It's very simple! Focus your energy! Never stop learning new knowledge! Instead of blindly taking on the responsibility of protecting the world, or indulging in sensual pleasures. Remember Medivh, the last guardian? He is a negative example, a genius who could have surpassed the limits of mortals and competed with the Titans, but ultimately chose death for ridiculous reasons."

“I’ve heard of Medivh! The last Guardian of the Council of Tirisfal! He seems to have shared a body with Sargeras and glimpsed the endless forbidden knowledge in the Dark Titan’s mind. Unfortunately, he didn’t make good use of it.” Illidan shook his head regretfully and raised his left hand in a grasping motion.

The already unstable portal collapsed instantly under the influence of this action, completely severing the connection between Outland and Nazreza.

Chapter 0626 Gruul's Blood

With the arrival of the terrifying void storm in Shadowmoon Valley as expected, Illidan's plan to raid Nazreza finally came to an end.

He successfully sacrificed the lives of tens of thousands of fel orcs, naga, and demon hunters to achieve the permanent deaths of millions of demons in the Burning Legion and dozens of powerful lords, and even the Dreadlord's homeworld, which served as a backup base, ceased to exist.