Spellcasting Gods

"I'm sorry, my lord, my master only said that you would be satisfied with avoiding this potion, and I know nothing else." The female elf bowed deeply.

Although, strictly speaking, she was no longer a member of the Illidari and no longer had to obey them, she still showed respect for the King of Outland.

"Oh?" Illidan raised an eyebrow in surprise, handing the bottle directly to the apprentice who was about to swallow the demon heart. "Drink it! Then proceed to the next part!"

"As you wish!"

A male night elf took the potion and drank it down without a second thought. He then tore open the corpse of the demon he had just killed, stuffed a dark heart into his mouth, and frantically tore and gnawed at it like a wild beast. The scene was so bloody it was nauseating.

As can be seen from the flesh, during the process of devouring, the demon's soul gradually becomes entangled with his and they fight each other.

About ten minutes later, the hunter finally defeated his opponent, struggled to get up from the ground, and his eyes shot out an eerie green light.

"How are you feeling? Can you continue?" Illidan's tone was serious and earnest.

“I can!” The male night elf nodded without hesitation.

Soon, another demon was summoned from the portal and attacked the hunter.

And so he continued to kill demons, devouring their hearts, flesh, and souls, repeating this more than a dozen times, until finally he began to lose consciousness, kneeling on the ground in agony, banging his head against the ground, and gouging out his own eyes.

“Excellent! You did very well! Now, I will personally inscribe a fel tattoo for you.” Illidan raised his index finger, using his claw-like nails to slice open the other’s skin, injecting fel energy to form an eternal cage.

By the time the final step was completed, the male night elf's body had begun to demonize, not only slowly growing terrifying horns and hooves, but also becoming extremely unstable, even filled with desires for destruction, slaughter, and devastation.

However, Illidan was clearly prepared. He simply waved his hand, signaling the two demon hunters who had completed the final ritual to take him away and lock him in the dungeon.

For a long time to come, this poor apprentice will struggle with the demon and his own inner demons. If he succeeds, he will regain his senses and become a true hunter.

But if he fails, he will be devoured by the demon and disappear forever.

Normally, the success rate of becoming a demon hunter is only one in five, meaning that only one out of five people can survive, while the rest will be transformed into demons and executed.

With such a brutal elimination process, it's no wonder that the King of the Outer Realms would be eager to significantly increase the success rate.

Watching the delirious apprentice disappear into the distance, Illidan immediately turned to Hilna and said, "A wonderful potion! Tell your master I am very pleased with what he has provided."

"Huh?! Are you sure?" The huntress looked up in surprise.

“Yes! That young man managed to hold on! I can sense that something is helping him suppress the devoured demon soul, and it has also greatly enhanced his potential as a demon hunter. Also, give this to your master and tell him that this is the last bottle of water from the Well of Eternity in the world. I originally intended to give it to Kael'thas, but now I think it is more valuable to give it to him.”

Having said that, Illidan carefully took out a crystal bottle radiating a breathtaking energy from his inner pocket.

In an instant!

Everyone present, whether blood elves who were extremely sensitive to magic or night elves created by the Well of Eternity, felt this power.

Even to the Demon Hunter's heightened senses, this bottle of water was like the sun...

Do not!

It's more than ten times brighter than the sun!

Several blood elf apprentices began to tremble slightly and uncontrollably, their eyes fixed on the mysterious liquid in the bottle.

Because they knew that it was from just a small bottle of water from the Well of Eternity that the High Elves created the Sunwell, which they were so proud of, and that it was enough to satisfy their people's current thirst for magic.

Whoever returns to Silvermoon City with this bottle of well water will immediately become a hero of the entire Blood Elf race, enjoying the admiration and cheers of the people.

Gudong!

Hilna swallowed hard, and with trembling hands accepted the small bottle, which was like a "sacred object" to her, and stammered, "Please...please rest assured! I...I promise to hand it over to its master."

"Heh! Remember, child, choices are crucial for everyone, and your choices will determine whether you live for yourself or for the entire community."

After saying this meaningful sentence, Illidan ignored the elf's conflicted and fearful face, and went on to distribute all the potions on the shelf and continue to preside over the graduation ceremony of the demon hunter apprentices.

As for Hilna, she clutched the well water tightly in her hand, not even knowing how she left. Her mind was filled with thoughts of what to do next and why the King of Outland would entrust her with something so important.

Meanwhile, Selvor, a high-ranking necromancer in the Illidari Council, quickly received the news and immediately led his men to block the female demon hunter's only path.

When the two met, his first words were: "Hilna! Hand over the well water! You should know how important this is to us blood elves. Once it falls into Prince Kael'thas's hands, our biggest problem will be solved!"

Chapter 0629 The Arrogance of the Elf Mage

"What? No! I can't give it to you! Lord Illidan asked me to give it to my master!" The female elf immediately took two steps back, refusing with a wary expression.

If Kael'thas had come in person, she might have hesitated about whether to hand over the well water, but a senior member of the Illidari Council was clearly not qualified.

Without a doubt, this was not the answer Celervor wanted to hear. He immediately frowned and questioned loudly, "Have you forgotten your race? Forgot the oath you swore! Forgot why we came to Outland! And why we have been fighting until now?"

“No! I haven’t forgotten! And the sacrifices I made were far greater than yours!” Hilna retorted mercilessly.

As a demon hunter who successfully survived a horrific graduation ceremony, she has every right to say such a thing.

"Then why! Why are you unwilling to hand over what you have? You know perfectly well how important it is to us. Do you care more about that lowly human than the future of the entire race?" Selver continued to press.

If he weren't afraid of Illidan, he might have directly taken the robbery.

There are only two necessary conditions for recreating a Sunwell: one is to find an energy node that has not been contaminated, and the other is to obtain a bottle of water from the Well of Eternity.

Although the former is a bit troublesome to find, there are actually quite a few energy nodes in Azeroth, and you can always find one or two if you spend a little time.

Therefore, strictly speaking, there is only one necessary condition for creating sunglasses: the water of the Well of Eternity.

More importantly, the Well of Eternity was destroyed during the War of the Ancients, and only Illidan secretly kept a few vials. This vial in front of us is very likely the last one.

"Shut up! You lowly human? I guarantee that if your master hears you say that, he'll rip out your heart and torture your soul for ten thousand years. You fool, you have no idea how powerful he is. Otherwise, why would Lord Illidan grant him so much freedom? Why would His Highness the Prince and Lady Vashj be willing to discuss magical knowledge and techniques with him?" the female demon hunter roared furiously.

You must know that she was a survivor of the Nazreza campaign, who witnessed the apocalyptic lightning storm and saw the souls of millions of demons forcibly imprisoned in a book.

In her mind, the person she was loyal to was a terrifying spellcaster who could stand on equal footing with the King of Outland, a true alchemist.

"Hmph! Exaggerate as much as you want, but he's still just a human. Let me see if he has the courage to challenge me after your loyal dog has been attacked." Selver curled his lip in disdain, raised his hand and fired an arcane arrow, thus beginning the battle.

Like most blood elf mages, he possessed an inexplicable pride, especially when facing human mages. He was always in the habit of looking down on them and stubbornly believed that human mages could never be as good as elves.

The other followers were not to be outdone, and they began chanting spells at lightning speed, attempting to imprison the target with a power akin to a magical prison.

Hilna quickly jumped backward to avoid the attack, carefully stuffed the bottle filled with well water into her pouch, then drew the two battle blades she had been carrying on her back, rushed to a mage at lightning speed, and slammed the unopened blade into his neck.

boom!

The poor guy collapsed to the ground and fell into a coma!

At the same time, the huntress quickly absorbed the arcane energy from the mage, transforming it into a thin layer of energy that adhered to the blade, easily slicing through the net made of magical energy.

"Watch out! She's a demon hunter! She's best at dealing with spellcasters!"

Selevor shouted a warning and immediately gathered magic to form a large area of ​​crystal-clear ice spikes on the ground, attempting to limit the enemy's agile movement speed in this way.

Unfortunately, Hilna simply leaped into the air, summoning the power of the demon within her, and with her enormous wings spread, she soared through the air and flew straight over, completely unaffected.

And through the battle just now, she felt that her body was many times stronger than before. Her strength, speed, and reflexes had all increased by at least three to five times, and her absorption and perception of energy had also been enhanced.

"Damn it! Don't even think about getting near me!"

Sensing what the huntress was about to do, Selver's expression changed slightly, and he immediately detonated the surrounding arcane energy centered on himself.

boom!

After a loud bang, Varna was blown high into the air by a strong updraft.

Seizing this fleeting opportunity, Selevor conjured a powerful arcane arrow from a surge of arcane energy, hurled it with tremendous force, and then sneered, "Sorry, my dear brethren, you've made the wrong choice. I will kill you, and use your corpse to warn that human what it means to be an enemy of blood elves..."

Before he could finish speaking, the enormous arcane arrow suddenly shrank smaller and smaller during its flight, until it finally disappeared completely!

Immediately following, a slightly amused voice came from behind: "Excuse me, were you just saying you were going to give me a warning?"

Zhang Cheng, wielding supreme authority, slowly emerged from the corner, his eyes revealing the cold, icy light one would show when looking at the dead.

"Master!" Hilna hurriedly descended from the sky, her face full of surprise.

"What, you're surprised? I told you, you're a very important test subject, but now a mere dog of Kael'thas dares to touch what belongs to me. What do you think I'll do? Watch it bark? No! In my homeland, the best way to deal with such an overconfident mad dog is to teach it a lesson it won't forget. That way, the next time it sees you, it'll slink away with its tail between its legs." As he spoke, Zhang Cheng cracked his knuckles and turned his gaze to the confident elven mage.

From the small amount of water from the Well of Eternity he obtained from Vashj, he had a clear conclusion: this substance could not be created by alchemy at all.

Because well water is not only a highly concentrated form of energy, but also contains a vitality, consciousness, and thought that cannot be described in words.

The latter is worth more than ten thousand times more than the former!

Therefore, he would not allow anyone to interfere with his transaction with Illidan, and as soon as he sensed the aura that belonged exclusively to the Well of Eternity, he rushed over immediately.

"Human! You are courting death!" Selver narrowed his eyes and sent a message to several other members of the Illidari Council through magic, clearly preparing for a full-scale operation.

"Seeking your own death? Hahahaha! Sorry, you're not worthy to say that line. Alright, let me end this farce..."

Chapter 0630 A Lesson

What is the best way to humiliate a mage?

The soldiers would think of beating the enemy to a pulp with fists the size of sandbags;

Thieves would think that cutting off the target's tongue with a sharp dagger would prevent him from ever chanting those annoying spells again;

The priests and paladins took a slightly gentler approach, believing that simply imprisoning him with holy light would suffice.

As for warlocks and demon hunters, they are inherently much more effective at countering mages, so they often look at mages of the same level with a hint of contempt.

But in Zhang Cheng's eyes, the greatest humiliation for a spellcaster is to permanently weaken or deprive the other party of their power to control magical energy.

So without the slightest hesitation, he raised his right index finger and gently poked at the location of Selver's heart.

puff!

The bright red blood splattered everywhere!

Before the poor unlucky fellow could even react to what was happening, he felt a strange arcane energy tightly envelop his heart, which then quickly formed a large area within a ten-meter radius completely devoid of magical energy—the legendary Death Demon and Anti-Magic Zone.

Because all magical energy of all attributes is repelled in this area, no spell can be cast.

To be precise, it's not just spells that fly in; any magic cast by others will also dissipate.

Realizing this, Celerwall finally showed fear on his face, ignoring the bleeding wound on his chest, and demanded sharply, "Bastard! What did you do to me?!"

"Nothing much! I've placed an interesting spell on your heart! It's called Anti-Magic Field. From now on, you won't have to worry about being attacked by any form of magic, but you also won't be able to come into contact with even the slightest bit of magical energy. How about it, isn't my gift nice?"

As he finished speaking, Zhang Cheng's lips curled into a very obvious smile, and his eyes revealed undisguised malice and sarcasm.

He believed that such punishment would be extremely unacceptable to any mage, even more terrifying than death.

"No! You're lying! There is no magic that can permanently isolate magical energy!"

Realizing he could no longer control arcane energy as usual, Selver panicked, retreating while roaring like a madman.