Spellcasting Gods

As a believer and user of the Holy Light, he had never seen anyone wield this energy with such precision and complexity.

It's important to understand that Holy Light is generally an extremely pure and exclusive power. The only thing a user can control is its intensity. For example, when healing, the Holy Light can be made gentler, while when attacking enemies, it can be made more brutal and aggressive.

Only a very small number of high-ranking paladins and priests have the ability to control the outward form of the Holy Light.

But now!

Someone actually condensed holy light into a huge and intricate net, covering a quarter of the entire Hellfire Peninsula—something no mortal could possibly accomplish.

At least among the garrison of Honor Hold, no one had ever heard of anyone who could wield the Holy Light with such mastery. Even the Naaru, when attacking enemies, would at most increase the intensity of the Holy Light.

Danas Trollbane, with his full beard, hesitated for a moment before turning to the griffin controller on the flight platform and shouting, "Send a squadron of pilots to check what's going on immediately! Remember! Don't get too close. We already have enough troops and supplies; we can't afford any more accidents."

"Yes, sir!"

"Flying units, take off! Maintain formation!"

……

Meanwhile, in the Demonforged camp at the Throne of Kil'jaeden in the north, Doom Lord Kazzak desperately unleashed the surging fel energy within him, attempting to break free from the energy net's restraints.

Unfortunately for him, Demon Hunter Illidan was not about to let such a golden opportunity slip by. He swiftly wielded the Warblade of Azzinoth and severely wounded the powerful enemy within minutes.

Especially the chest cavity, torn apart by the violent attack directly in front, gave one a chilling feeling, and the heart, radiating green light, kept spurting out viscous green liquid.

Without a doubt, these liquids are highly concentrated fel energy, making them absolutely dangerous substances.

If it weren't for the net of holy light protecting it, it would probably have exploded from the violent shock right now, just like how Hellroar killed the abyss lord Mannoroth.

Gazing at the dying Doom Lord lying on the ground, Illidan said with a rather sentimental tone, "What a pity! This isn't the Twisted Time Realm! Otherwise, you wouldn't even have a chance to resurrect."

"You despicable night elf! Although you've won this time, don't be so smug! It won't be long before the Deceiver sends another commander to replace me. The Burning Legion is invincible, and your time is running out." Kazzak roared, his eyes filled with rage and hatred.

"Heh! Is that so? Then let's wait and see." Illidan sheathed his weapon, looked up, and shouted to Zhang Cheng, who stood atop the cliff, "According to the agreement! He's yours now. Whatever you want to do, I suggest you act quickly, or else..."

Before he could finish speaking!

The enormous portal not far away suddenly began to flash with blinding light, and the spatial tremors became more and more violent.

Anyone with half a brain knows that a powerful demon has already entered the teleportation channel and will soon appear on Hellfire Peninsula.

"Damn it! I hate this endless entanglement!" Zhang Cheng cursed under his breath, and quickly used a short-range teleportation spell to arrive in front of the Doomsday Lord.

Before the latter could utter any harsh words, Hilna rushed forward, like a female leopard pouncing on the huge heart, opening her mouth and biting down hard.

"what!!!!!!!!!!"

With a agonizing roar, the huntress began to tear and devour, drawing enormous energy from Kazzak without sparing even his soul.

It's important to understand that the Doom Lord is not a demon in the ordinary sense, but a powerful being in the Burning Legion, second only to Archimonde and Kil'jaeden.

In just a few seconds, the fel tattoos on Hilna's upper body used to bind the demon's soul began to show signs of collapse, and she herself began to rapidly demonize under the impact of Kazzak's powerful soul.

"She can't take it! She'll die!" Illidan said expressionlessly as he witnessed this.

Zhang Cheng shrugged dismissively: "Don't worry, do you think I would conduct such a dangerous experiment without any preparation? No, I had already anticipated all possible accidents, and this isn't even an accident."

Having said that, he raised his supreme authority and plunged it fiercely into the female elf's breast.

puff!

Although the demonized skin possessed extremely strong defensive capabilities, it still managed to pierce directly into the heart with the primal ingot metal.

The magical patterns on the staff's surface suddenly lit up with streaks of green light, and the evil energy exceeding the body's tolerance limit was continuously absorbed by the staff. Kazzak's soul was also torn apart and devoured.

The whole process lasted about three to five minutes before Hilna collapsed to the ground with a thud, slowly returning to her elf form, panting heavily.

"How do you feel?" Zhang Cheng asked as he drew his supreme authority.

"Ugh!!!!" Hilna groaned, struggling to get up from the ground and replying, "It hurts a little! But I can feel my body is full of power, a powerful power."

As she said these words, the puncture wounds on her body healed rapidly, leaving not a single scar.

“Indeed impressive! You are now the second most powerful demon hunter in the world, second only to me. So, are you interested in rejoining the Illidari?” Illidan probed with interest.

“I’m sorry, my lord, I already have a new patron.” Hilna refused without hesitation.

It wasn't that she was unwilling to continue fighting the demons of the Burning Legion, but rather that she had decided to leave this world and follow her new master to another world—a perfect world without hatred, pain, or attachments…

Chapter 0638 A Temporary Separation

"Are you leaving?" Illidan clearly sensed something and turned to ask meaningfully.

“That’s right! To be precise, this should be our last meeting in the outer realms. When we meet again, it will probably be on another planet in a distant universe.” Zhang Cheng did not try to hide his impending departure and openly admitted it.

Moreover, killing Doom Lord Kazzak could be seen as a way of offering a pledge of allegiance to this King of Outland, demonstrating that one is now sworn enemies with the Legion. Otherwise, it's hard to guarantee that the other party won't associate it with betrayal or leaks.

Never underestimate Illidan Stormrage's vigilance; to ensure the raid could proceed smoothly, he didn't even tell anyone about his plans.

Whether it was the seemingly loyal Vashj or Kael'thas, who controlled a large number of blood elf troops, they were all excluded. This shows that after experiencing betrayal multiple times, he had absolutely no trust in his heart.

"Why are you leaving? Are you dissatisfied with the treatment I offered?" Illidan asked tentatively, feigning ignorance.

Zhang Cheng smiled and shook his head: "No, of course not. The reason I'm leaving is simple. You may be facing a setback, a destiny of your own. I'm not prepared to get involved, and I don't want to be eliminated as your subordinate or accomplice. Most importantly, this setback can pave the way for your next plan. Once it's changed, the future will become unpredictable. Do you want to destroy a victory that's already within your grasp?"

"You mean... I'm going to die?" Illidan raised an eyebrow in surprise.

He wasn't a fool; he could naturally hear the implication in her words.

"Hehe! For people like you and me, death is not the end, but rather a brief rest in the long journey of life. During this rest, we can sit down and reflect on our past gains and losses, and think about how we should proceed in the future. What do you think?" Zhang Cheng blinked, seemingly unrelated to the question.

Having absorbed a vast amount of fel energy and demonic souls, Illidan was no longer a night elf in the ordinary sense, but a demon who was pure inside and out.

Therefore, unless you are killed in the Twisting Nether, you will not truly die; it is merely your soul leaving your body to await resurrection. It's nothing serious.

"Hmph! You're always so mysterious, but one day I'll find out where you really come from. By the way, where are you planning to go next?" With that, Illidan casually killed a demon guard who rushed out of the portal.

The sharp double blades easily tore through the unfortunate man's chest, and his soul and power were instantly absorbed by the demon hunter.

Not to be outdone, Zhang Cheng raised his supreme authority and unleashed two beams of golden holy light, blasting over thirty demons to pieces with a deafening roar. Only then did he smile and reply, "If nothing unexpected happens, I should be going to Feralas on the continent of Kalimdor to visit Syndra in Dire Maul. Besides, you gave me a bottle of water from the Well of Eternity, and I desperately need a mana node; Dire Maul is a perfect choice."

"You want to create a second Sunwell in Dire Maul? I must admit, you're a very audacious human to attempt such a feat on night elf territory. But unfortunately, my dear brothers and former kin will not allow you to do so. I guarantee that if you trigger a strong surge of magical energy, a night elf army will be at your gates within three days at most," Illidan warned sarcastically, a smirk playing on his lips.

No one knew better than him the druids' and night elf priestesses' wariness and aversion to arcane magic.

After the War of the Ancients, if it weren't for these damned guys stopping him, he would have already rebuilt a brand new Well of Eternity on the original site, at which time Azeroth would have an inexhaustible source of energy.

"Don't worry, I'll be long gone by the time they realize what's happening." Zhang Cheng's eyes revealed undisguised contempt and amusement.

In fact, he did not intend to create a Sunwell, but rather to use the waters of the Well of Eternity to trigger a violent tremor at the magic node, and then use this opportunity to create an energy source similar to the Sunwell deep within his soul, and then use his divinity to transform different attribute energies to permanently change the essence of his soul.

Of course, as the source of the violent tremors in the magical nodes of Azeroth, the Doomhammer will undoubtedly be razed to the ground by the terrible energy explosion, and the terrain and ecosystem of the entire Feralas may be changed as a result.

So once this matter is over, he will almost certainly be on the top ten of the druids' and night elves' wanted lists, provided they find out who did it.

"In that case, let's part ways here. After all, I don't want to fight that guy who came out of the portal."

The words had barely left his mouth!

Illidan suddenly spread his wings and leaped off the summit of Kil'jaeden's Throne, using the air currents to glide low through the sky and disappear at the edge of Hellfire Peninsula.

He had only been gone for a dozen seconds when the largest portal suddenly exploded open with a bang, and a red-skinned Eredar warlock walked out of it.

"Who? Who killed Doom Lord Kazzak? And who dared to obstruct the Legion's plans?" The demon roared, unleashing bolts of fel lightning that plowed through the surrounding camp from top to bottom.

The terrifying energy shock caused many mountain peaks to shatter and tumble down from their heights, creating a deafening roar.

"Kil'jaeden has sent a powerful fel sorcerer? It seems we should retreat..." Zhang Cheng had no intention of confronting the other party head-on. He grabbed Hilna beside him and fled using teleportation magic.

The reason he was able to kill Kazzak in one strike was mainly because Illidan drew his attention while he launched a sneak attack from behind.

If it were a direct confrontation, it's likely that they wouldn't be able to defeat this powerful demon lord in the short term.

As for the spellcasters among the Eredar demons, they are even more difficult to deal with.

Although the Draenei leader, Prophet Velen, has repeatedly emphasized that the Eredar who have sided with the Dark Titan Sargeras have already fallen into darkness, in reality, having acquired a great deal of forbidden knowledge, they have already surpassed their former kin in strength. A dozen or so elite Eredar warlocks can suppress a mage group composed of archmages from Dalaran.

After bombarding the area for a while, the Eredar demons, finding no signs of enemies nearby, quickly stopped casting spells and began shouting for the unfortunate survivors to repair the portal and continue summoning armies from other parts of the universe.

He was completely unaware that a goblin airship, covered in invisibility magic, silently passed by the Dark Portal not far to the south...

Chapter 0639 The Hammer of Doom

After traversing the endless sea, the goblin airship, which had undergone numerous repairs and renovations, finally swayed and wobbled through the Barrens, heading west along the Thousand Needles forest, and entering Feralas, a land that stretched as far as the eye could see.

Even as it passed over the Mosach camp, it attracted the attention of many minotaurs below, who all looked up with wide eyes and expressions of disbelief.

These peaceful behemoths saw one of their male kin standing on the deck, wearing a pink dress and holding a hammer-like staff, chanting a spell loudly, creating a powerful cross-flow near the propeller that propelled the behemoth into rapid flight.

Of course, this strangely dressed tauren was none other than Zhang Cheng's apprentice, the first tauren mage in Azeroth—Kara Cape.

As for the so-called "pink dress," it was actually an apprentice's robe, but since minotaurs are much larger than humans, it just covered their knees when worn, so from a distance it looked almost like a dress...

"Pah! A bunch of country bumpkins who've never seen the world!" Kara Cape spat at her compatriots from the deck.

A few months ago, he might have felt a little ashamed, but now he has developed a thicker skin than a city wall. As long as he can live peacefully, he doesn't care about dignity or face at all.

"Stop talking nonsense! Keep up the steady mana output! If Dire Maul doesn't fall before nightfall, I'll skin you alive and use you as a cushion." Onyxia in human form threatened, kicking the tauren's butt hard.

“As you wish, Your Highness.” Cape Kara did not try to argue, but obediently bowed in a gentlemanly manner.

It wasn't that he had lost the courage to fight, but rather that he had a pretty good idea of ​​who on this ship was absolutely not to be offended, and who was someone he could bargain with, and the Black Dragon Princess was definitely one of the former.

Although he didn't think the other party would actually skin him alive to use as a cushion, he was certain he would suffer and be treated unfairly.

As a self-proclaimed intelligent and adaptable tauren mage, he wouldn't be foolish enough to put himself in a very dangerous position just to satisfy a momentary urge to speak.

Seeing the fleeting cunning in Kara Cape's eyes, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but smile and shake his head, saying, "Alright, don't bully my apprentice. He's the one who will bring a breath of fresh air to this world in the future. Just imagine how spectacular it would be to have a group of Tauren mages active on the battlefield. It's something to look forward to."

"Hmph! Looking forward to it? I think when he returns to Thunder Bluff, he'll definitely fool those stupid bulls and then take the opportunity to profit for himself." Onyxia rolled her eyes in annoyance.

These days, she has witnessed firsthand how Kara Cape used despicable means to defeat one opponent after another. Her ruthless fighting style was just like that of a country ruffian, completely unlike the image of a mage.

I reckon the old men of Dalaran would faint from anger if they saw this tauren mage.

"Hahaha! Isn't that exactly what I've been hoping for? Just like I said before, diversity is an essential condition for a race's survival, development, and even evolution. The Tauren are a bit too conservative; injecting them with new vitality is just right. Also, we're about to arrive at Dire Maul. I suggest you find a place to hide, otherwise, it'll be troublesome if you're discovered by Night Elf scouts or Druids," Zhang Cheng thoughtfully reminded him, stroking his chin.

"What, are you scared?" the Black Dragon Princess asked proudly, raising her chin.

Zhang Cheng smiled and shook his head: "No, it's not out of fear, but to avoid unnecessary trouble. The ancient city of Eldre'Thalas was secretly built 12,000 years ago by a group of high elf mages to preserve Queen Azshara's precious arcane secrets. So I have good reason to believe that the night elves and druids have been keeping an eye on this place to prevent any unexpected situations from happening."

“I don’t understand!” Anniksia frowned instinctively.

“It’s very simple! If a human mage enters Dire Maul, these spies won’t care too much, but if a powerful black dragon enters Dire Maul, they will immediately sound the horn of war. Most importantly, Feralas has always had an entrance connecting to the Emerald Dream, and there were green dragons appearing recently. Are you sure you’re prepared to face the wrath of the green dragonflight?” Zhang Cheng explained with a smug smirk.