Spellcasting Gods

Zhang Cheng shrugged nonchalantly: "Believe it or not, it's up to you. Just because Azeroth doesn't have this kind of technology and magic doesn't mean other worlds don't. Besides, I sincerely advise you not to try to touch your own heart, let alone try to break it. Because when the entire anti-magic field is dispelled, all sorts of energies will surge in like a tidal wave. I'm sure you've seen the terrifying impact of a flood, right? Think about it, what would happen to your fragile heart under such a powerful energy impact? It would naturally explode with a bang!"

Just as Selver was about to say something, looking ashen-faced, the other three members of the Illidari Council finally arrived.

Seeing her friend bleeding from the chest, Duchess Marland, a priestess, immediately stepped forward, cast a powerful healing spell, and frowned as she asked, "What happened? Why are you injured?"

"Human! Did you attack Selver?" High Knight Crusher Gacios probed in a provocative tone.

The last thief, Velas Shadow, silently entered stealth mode, and it was obvious that he was ready to make his move.

Sensing the naked, undisguised hostility of the blood elves around him, a golden glint flashed in Zhang Cheng's eyes. He turned to the female demon hunter and said, "My dear Hilna, are all your comrades so arrogant and repulsive? I'm starting to understand why Garithos has always harbored such strong hostility towards elves. If it were me, I would have ordered them all executed long ago."

“Master! Please believe me, this is a misunderstanding. It was all done on someone else’s own initiative, and it was definitely not His Highness’s idea,” Hilna quickly explained on behalf of her compatriots.

If there was anyone among those present who least wanted to see bloodshed, it would undoubtedly be her.

"Acting on your own initiative? No! Silly girl, you haven't grasped it yet. This is driven by a strong sense of superiority and pride. Elves always believe themselves to be superior, possessing lifespans of thousands of years, exceptional magical talent and heritage, and even a complete set of magical barriers to repel external enemies. Thousands of years of glory have made you forget that you were originally just a group of exiled refugees, a group of pitiful creatures nearly wiped out by trolls, only able to rely on the power of the human empire to reverse your disadvantage. Now, I need to rekindle this painful memory, to make the entire blood elf race understand that you are just an insignificant group of weaklings, who should grovel before the strong, offering reverence and obedience, instead of making provocative moves..."

As the last word fell!

The enormous crystal at the top of the supreme authority began to shimmer with a silvery-gray light!

In the blink of an eye, a massive surge of mental energy rapidly spread outwards from Zhang Cheng, almost completely enveloping the Dark Temple.

next second...

A chilling voice echoed in the minds of every blood elf: "Kneel! Surrender! Or die! From this day forward, I am your master!"

Ordinary blood elf spellbreakers and mages were no match for such power, and they all knelt down, allowing it to enter the depths of their minds and leave its mark, just as easily as a mind flayer controlling a slave.

In contrast, the Illidari council members, who possessed considerable power, resisted more fiercely, gritting their teeth and desperately trying to expel the voices from their minds.

Unfortunately, the only beings in all of Azeroth skilled in using mental powers were the Old Gods. After struggling for a few minutes, four of Kael'thas's most trusted subordinates finally succumbed and collapsed to the ground, screaming in agony.

After witnessing the farcical scene unfold before him, Zhang Cheng sneered and muttered to himself, "Look, now they understand their own weakness! They also understand how to respect the strong! Instead of wearing the so-called glory and pride of the high elves on their faces every day!"

Hilna bit her lower lip tightly and stood there without saying a word.

Although she desperately wanted to plead for her compatriots, she was no fool and understood that seeking justice at this time would not only fail to achieve the desired result but would also further complicate the situation.

Just as Zhang Cheng's gaze grew increasingly cold, Illidan finally arrived, teasingly saying with a meaningful tone, "My dear friend, what happened? I saw all the blood elves kneeling on the ground, muttering incantations like fools."

"Ah! No, it's nothing. I just really dislike how arrogant these guys are. I just wanted to teach them a lesson..."

Chapter 0631 The Final Deal

"Is this really just a lesson? You control all the blood elves in the entire Black Temple!" Illidan grinned, revealing sharp, demonic teeth.

Clearly, he was very interested in the ability to directly invade the brain and control a group.

"Otherwise what? Do you think I would kill them all?" Zhang Cheng asked, shrugging his shoulders.

Illidan quickly shook his head: "No! Of course not! In my impression, although you have your own ambitions and goals, you are not the kind of person who would kill indiscriminately for a little offense. If one day you kill a large number of these arrogant elves, it must be for some benefit, not for a momentary outburst of anger. Also, I'm a little curious, what kind of power did you use just now? Magic? Or something else?"

"I see! You were spying on my psychic abilities. But what's the price? You should know very well that if you want something from me, you have to pay the corresponding price."

Having figured out the other party's intentions, Zhang Cheng immediately started bargaining.

He didn't believe that the other party had only found a mere Argus Signet in the archives of Nazreza; there must be other valuable items.

“Psychic abilities? Is that the name of the power you use?” Illidan astutely grasped a key word.

“That’s right! Psychic abilities! A special ability generated through a strong sense of self. It’s not magic, and it can’t be learned; it requires an extremely demanding talent. If you’d like, you can experience this power for yourself.” Zhang Cheng gave an affirmative answer without hesitation.

The reason he so easily revealed the characteristics of psychic abilities was clearly because he didn't believe that the completely demonized night elf before him was capable of learning them.

the reason is simple!

Illidan was a complete power supremacist from the very beginning, believing only in the power he could see and feel, such as the Sunwell, the arcane magic used by the Highborne, and the Burning Legion's unparalleled fel energy.

But what about forces that cannot be understood?

He always looked down on it!

Otherwise, given the nature of the ancient gods, they would have already begun whispering in their ears, trying to convert them into their followers.

This means that unless he also experiences a state that completely drives him to madness from soul to body, he will never be able to comprehend the extremely idealistic power of psychic abilities.

"How does it feel? You're going to try to invade my mind?" Illidan asked, pointing to his temple.

Without hesitation, Zhang Cheng replied, "That's right! Generally speaking, the most direct manifestation of psychic abilities is the ability to explore and control thoughts and the soul. Of course, generally speaking, the stronger a person's will, the harder it is for them to break through their defenses, so you don't need to worry about your secrets being spied on; just give it a try."

"Please begin!" Illidan was undoubtedly very confident in his willpower and decisively agreed.

In fact, all demon hunters who manage to win the battle against demon souls possess exceptionally strong wills, and almost nothing can shake their resolve, otherwise they would have long been devoured by the lurking demons.

"Then I'll begin..."

The words had barely left his mouth!

Zhang Cheng suddenly channeled his spiritual energy into the opponent's mind, attempting to find a weak point to break through.

Although many people think that mind flayers control slaves as easily as eating and drinking, they actually do so by quickly discovering the target's weaknesses and creating a mental environment that entices the controlled to act according to their own will, or even to actively reveal the secrets in their minds.

It's important to understand that everyone, regardless of who they are, has desires deep in their subconscious.

If a person is hungry, then psychic abilities can create a corresponding illusion, causing the target to follow its instinctive tendencies or to obtain food by doing certain things.

For example, if someone desires a beautiful woman, then psychic abilities can create a beautiful illusion, gradually enticing the target to do certain things, and then satisfying their strong physiological and psychological desires.

In conclusion, intelligent psychic individuals are often masters of manipulating desires, emotions, and thoughts.

As for invading a creature's brain through naked violence, even the most emotionless and cold-blooded mind flayers would disdain doing such a thing.

"Interesting! You're trying to probe my shallow thoughts! Trying to create an illusion!"

Illidan was undoubtedly very sensitive to energy, and he sensed something was wrong in just a few seconds.

Just a moment ago, he seemed to have inadvertently recalled some precious memories from his childhood.

“Yes! Usually, childhood memories are the purest, most beautiful, and most carefree for everyone, but you’ve broken free from those fantasies. Why? Wouldn’t it be better to keep that kind of loving bond between brothers and that pure, innocent feeling between lovers?” Zhang Cheng probed with interest.

"Heh! Of course it's wonderful! I even felt the joy and happiness I'd lost for so long. But I know it's all fake. Only the pain of betrayal is what I truly bear. In the end, you underestimated my intense hatred for the Legion and my determination to destroy them." With that, Illidan raised his right hand and clenched it into a fist, his entire body surging with fel energy.

Zhang Cheng nodded thoughtfully: "Very good reason! I can teach you the training methods for psychic abilities. With this power, you can even control demons to switch sides at crucial moments. However, the problem right now is that you need to pay a small price, a price that interests me."

Illidan hesitated for a moment, then quickly took out a piece of animal leather covered in unknown writing from his pocket: "This records some techniques and knowledge of weapon crafting in the Nathrezim. You should have heard that these guys have personally forged many dangerous and terrifying weapons, including the artifact Frostmourne wielded by Arthas."

"Oh? So with this thing, I can forge a weapon exactly like Frostmourne, or even surpass it?" Zhang Cheng stroked his chin, his eyes revealing interest.

"That's true in principle! But I must remind you! Nathrezim demons are a bunch of mentally unstable lunatics! They usually like to use horrific killing and death to infuse their weapons with the power of resentment, curses and pain."

"It's alright! This is a manual on psychic abilities. As long as you follow the steps and train step by step, those with talent will awaken soon. Finally, thank you for providing the last bottle of well water."

“No, you’re welcome. Don’t forget, we had an agreement, and we’re just following it. Remember, you still owe me a thousand vials of potions to increase the Demon Hunter’s conversion rate,” Illidan reminded him one last time.

"Don't worry, all these medicines will be delivered to you within a week at most."

……

Chapter 0632 Strange Movements in the Cursed Land

Having obtained what he wanted, Illidan didn't linger for even a second, turning and disappearing into the dimly lit passage without even glancing at the blood elves lying on the ground.

In fact, after Kael'thas captured Tempest Keep, the relationship between the two had already changed from superficial harmony to mutual distrust.

In addition, his understanding of the Burning Legion and his powerful perception of fel energy had long ago led him to discover that the other party had sided with Kil'jaeden.

As the saying goes, the person who knows you best is never your friend or family, but your enemy.

Illidan, who had repeatedly allied with and betrayed the Burning Legion, knew very well that few mortals could withstand the immense power and forbidden, terrifying knowledge bestowed upon him by Kil'jaeden and the Dark Titan Sargeras.

The more one craves power and desires to be above all others, the more easily one is tempted and ultimately embarks on a path of no return.

Undoubtedly, after the devastating blow to the high elf kingdom of Quel'Thalas, Kael'thas's desire for power was exceptionally strong. Especially after witnessing the incredibly advanced magical technology of the Naaru and Draenei, he naturally felt that the Burning Legion was invincible.

After all, even the powerful Naaru and Draenei could only flee from the Legion's constant pursuit, so how terrifying must the Legion's power be?

It's hard for any normal person not to have similar associations.

Of course, given his confidence in his own strength, Illidan didn't think Kael'thas would dare to betray him.

Moreover, the last batch of demon hunter apprentices will complete their training in about six months. He believes that with the potion that can greatly increase the success rate of conversion, building a real army of hunters will definitely not be a problem.

When this army appears on the world of Argus, the Burning Legion's doom will arrive as scheduled.

The entire Black Temple was like a place shrouded in a huge fog, where many people had their own little secrets and were completely unaware of how crazy the plans in the mind of Illidan Stormrage, the Lord of Outland, were, just as they were unaware that the enraged Kil'jaeden the Deceiver had already begun his revenge.

Cursed Land...

The Doom Lord Kazzak stood before the massive Dark Portal, carefully handing an unknown fragment to his subordinate, a dreadlord, and coldly commanded, "Three days! Reopen the Dark Portal for me! Or I won't hesitate to crush your head!"

"As you wish, my lord. I swear, within forty-eight hours at most, you and your army will be able to pass through the Dark Portal and reach Outland." The Dreadlord hurriedly bowed and solemnly guaranteed.

"Excellent! What are we waiting for? Let's get moving! There's a daring traitor waiting for us to execute!" Kazak ignored the other party's fawning manner and roared, urging him on.

Behind his massive body stood countless demons of all kinds, stretching from the Dark Portal all the way to the depths of the Rotting Scar.

Such a large-scale operation could not be kept secret from the Alliance's outpost in the north—Watchtower.

To be precise, the mages immediately detected the anomaly through monitoring magic when Kazzak appeared near the Dark Portal.

Immediately afterwards, everyone, including the supreme military commander General Lodensen, was urgently summoned, and at the same time, the castle and surrounding fortifications were put into a state of war.

As veterans who personally experienced the Second War, the forces of Watchtower were not just recruits drawn from the common people, but a truly elite force.

Every day they fight against the terrible orcs, demons, and corrupted, ferocious beasts of the Blasted Lands. The instinct to fight has long been ingrained in the soul of every one of them, and they can easily defeat the so-called "Royal Guards" of Stormwind even with their eyes closed.

Staring at the astonishing images transmitted back from the divination crystal, Lodenson subconsciously clenched his fists and asked in a hesitant tone, "What are these demons doing?"

"They are trying to reopen the Dark Portal, General," Archmage Thaslanan answered without hesitation.

This level of energy fluctuation is no secret to any archmage recognized by the Kirin Tor Council.

"Damn it! Wasn't the Dark Portal permanently closed?" Lodensen suddenly raised his head and shouted.

The archmage shook his head with a wry smile and explained, “I’m sorry, General, we know too little about the Dark Portal, and after the war, all the kingdoms have ordered a ban on excessive research into the orcs’ evil magic. So the closure we mentioned earlier is just a state of affairs. The connection between the two worlds is likely still hidden in some undiscovered corner. Obviously, these demons know about the connection and are therefore trying to expand it through powerful magic.”

"So what's their purpose? What was the point of opening the Dark Portal? To continue sending thousands upon thousands of orcs to attack us? Or, like the Battle of Mount Hyjal, to summon an endless army of demons?" Lordenson pressed on impatiently.

As the highest commander of the Watchers, his most important task is to keep a close watch on the Dark Portal, and if the situation gets out of control, he must immediately report to the Alliance leadership.

Undoubtedly, the current terrifying situation has clearly reached its peak, and whatever the devil wants to do will certainly not be a good thing.

"Given the current situation, we have no way of knowing what the demons' purpose is. Moreover, with the forces of Watchtower, any attempt to probe them would be tantamount to suicide. General, you need to set off immediately for Stormwind and Ironforge to inform the Alliance kings that a terrible war is about to begin," the archmage advised gravely.