Spellcasting Gods

In the blink of an eye, a thick layer of frost appeared on the workbench where the short swords were placed.

Any object that comes into contact with the silvery-white flame will be completely frozen within seconds, which is equivalent to a terrifying high-pressure liquid nitrogen injector.

What's even more terrifying than the high-pressure liquid nitrogen injector is that this energy-form weapon draws energy continuously from the air through magical symbols, so unless you enter a special space that is completely isolated from energy, you will never need to replenish it.

Chapter 0081 Energy Weapons

As a lord who wields immense power in the underworld, Kane has witnessed many incredible things at the annual auction, but none have ever evoked the same profound awe as the weapon before him.

Before this, he never imagined that a sword could completely abandon its physical form and be composed of the purest energy, causing enormous damage to the enemy through the absorption and release of energy.

In some ways, this is not just about creating a powerful magical item; it is about pioneering a new path, creating something from nothing.

Regardless of the value of the short sword itself, the technology and concept alone are enough to prove the inventor's expertise in the fields of magic and energy.

Kane was initially a little worried that a young alchemist wouldn't be able to meet his requirements, but after watching the short sword being made, his anxiety finally subsided.

Of course, he didn't know that Zhang Cheng was able to create such a cool-looking thing by simply borrowing the crafting techniques of the high elves of Azeroth, supplemented by some runes that had been deciphered recently.

Moreover, according to the game's data standards, this short sword is at most around level 40, which is far inferior to Teebu's Blazing Longsword or the Silver Dawn Avenger, and even less than a mithril weapon with a slightly higher enchantment level.

Zhang Cheng's purpose in forging the energy short sword was simple: on the one hand, to hone his skills in creating magical items and lay the groundwork for creating his own exclusive equipment in the future; on the other hand, to test the power of some of the deciphered rune combinations. The numbers he had been muttering to himself earlier were the codes of the corresponding runes.

Carefully grasping the sword hilt enchanted with protective magic, he swung it at the nearest chair.

moment!

The terrifying cold froze the wood directly, making the chair hard and brittle!

next second...

Clap!

The chair shattered into countless fragments under the direct impact of the cold energy.

It goes without saying that if it were to touch an ordinary person's body, the effect would probably be about the same.

Just as Zhang Cheng was considering whether he should forge another scabbard, Kane, who had been silent for a long time, finally couldn't help but stand up, clapping and exclaiming, "Absolutely brilliant! I can't believe I've witnessed a miracle by accident. Please forgive my intrusion, but are you interested in selling this sword? If so, I can use my status as a lord to arrange for it to be auctioned at the end of this year. I guarantee that many people will fight tooth and nail for it."

"For sale?" Zhang Cheng was clearly taken aback.

In his eyes, the short sword was merely a practice tool, especially since its silvery-white flame was unstable, sometimes strong and sometimes weak. Using such a thing to bribe someone would be a scam.

Imagine the expression on a swordsman's face when, just as he's about to plunge his sword into his opponent's heart, he suddenly realizes the blade is shorter than expected.

They probably wanted to curse all the female members of the swordsmith's family!

"What, you're not planning to sell?" Kane asked tentatively, somewhat uncertainly.

"No! What I mean is that this is a defective product, and it seems a bit inappropriate to sell it." Zhang Cheng quickly shook his head and explained, regaining his composure.

"A defective product?" Kane glanced at the short sword subconsciously. He simply couldn't understand how a weapon capable of releasing such a powerful energy impact could be considered a defective product; it was clearly a masterpiece.

Undoubtedly, due to their different perspectives, the two had a huge discrepancy in their understanding.

The former, from the perspective of the manufacturer, strives for perfection in their work; while the latter, from the perspective of the user, believes that this unprecedented energy weapon will surely play an unexpected role in battle.

The end result was that the two sides stared at each other blankly, neither able to figure out what the other meant.

Fortunately, Kane, who had lived for over sixty years, was rich in life experience and quickly sensed this opportunity. He smiled and suggested, "How about this, you sell me this short sword directly? I promise that no matter what problems arise in the future, I will never blame you."

"And what about the price?" Zhang Cheng wasn't stupid; he immediately saw through the other party's little scheme.

In any case, he experienced nearly twenty failures in order to successfully forge the sword in front of him, melting down more than 150 gold dinars. If he hadn't made some money by selling potions, he probably wouldn't have been able to persevere until he succeeded.

As for the wasted time and energy, it's immeasurable in monetary terms. How can we not take this opportunity to recoup some of the interest?

“I think five hundred gold dinars is a fairly reasonable price.” Kane calmly set a relatively low target price and was prepared to negotiate.

Although he had no idea of ​​the exact cost of the sword, he could tell from its inexhaustible energy output that it was worth at least several thousand gold dinars.

"Five hundred?!" Zhang Cheng, who was severely lacking in research funds, had his eyes light up and nodded without hesitation. "Deal!"

After all, no valuable materials were used in the forging of the short sword. Only a little bit of mithril brought back from the world of Azeroth was mixed into the ordinary knife steel to ensure that the hilt would not disintegrate after the rune was activated.

The real prize is the gold dinars that have been melted down. Each attempt to forge one requires ten dinars, and five hundred dinars already represent a profit margin of five thousand percent. There's no reason not to agree.

Moreover, the energy short sword forged using the mysterious symbols in the notes may not be usable once we leave this world. Until that is confirmed, it only has research value and no practical value.

"Wh...what?" Kane couldn't believe his ears and stared wide-eyed in surprise.

Zhang Cheng thought the other party was going to back out, so he shoved the short sword into the old man's hand and said with a stern face, "I'm sorry, the item has been sold and cannot be returned. Please pay five hundred gold dinars now."

Feeling the bone-chilling cold emanating from the silvery-white flames, Kane sighed with a wry smile, took out a uniquely designed key from his jacket pocket and handed it over: "Here, to a small bank called Osa on Fifth Avenue in Manhattan. Give the key to any of the staff there, and they will take you to the safe deposit box to withdraw five hundred gold dinars."

"A bank? There are banks in the underworld?" Zhang Cheng raised his eyebrows, a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Of course there are banks in the underworld! Please! This is the 21st century! We're not living in the dark Middle Ages hundreds of years ago!" Kane joked casually, in a great mood.

If it weren't for more pressing matters, he would definitely have returned to his base to properly test the power of the short sword in his hand...

Chapter 0082 Elemental Messenger

"Since there are banks, why not offer financial services? For example, credit cards or checks. Why use primitive and outdated precious metals as currency? Also, what's with this key? Is it used to open some safe?" Zhang Cheng frowned and asked several questions that were bothering him in one breath.

He really couldn't understand why the underworld was so bizarre. Not only did it preserve a lot of so-called "ancient traditions" left over from thousands of years ago, but it also mixed in a lot of things from modern society, such as cars, airplanes, guns, electronic products, etc., which was simply baffling.

Kane shrugged dismissively and chuckled, "Financial services? Do you think the underworld needs finance? Think about it, if the gold dinar weren't a vessel for energy, would it still have any value for collection and preservation? In fact, in my eyes, the gold dinar is less a form of wealth and more a symbol of power. Depositing gold dinars in the underworld's banks won't earn you interest; instead, you'll have to pay storage fees regularly. The key you have is your proof of deposit."

Zhang Cheng nodded thoughtfully: "What you said makes some sense! But I still don't understand why it has to be gold?"

"Hehe, for two reasons. First, gold is one of the most stable elements in nature, and it hardly reacts with any energy, making it the most ideal energy carrier. Second, gold has always been recognized as the most monetary precious metal, so choosing it is a perfectly logical thing to do. Oh, I almost forgot, you probably didn't know that when the Parliament was first established, it issued a silver dinar with a slightly lower value, but as gold mining increased, it was gradually phased out, and only a very small number were retained as decorations and collectibles."

At this point, Kane pulled a very old-looking pocket watch from his jacket pocket and pointed to the dial under the crystal case: "See this? This is a silver dinar. I had it handcrafted by the best watchmaker at the time in 1953, and I even added a very interesting little magic to it."

The words had barely left his mouth!

He gently pressed the metal button located above the dial.

Instantly, a faint energy surged forth, striking Zhang Cheng squarely in the eyes. Immediately afterward, his mental state began to become hazy, and he felt an overwhelming sense of familiarity towards the other person.

However, this state lasted for less than five seconds before he quickly realized something was wrong. He used his own magic to forcibly break free from the control of the mysterious energy and asked warily, "What is this? Is it some kind of mind control magic?"

“Relax, my young friend. Do you think mind control spells are so easily detected? Like I just mentioned, it’s just a fun little spell that I used to use to seduce pretty girls when I was young. But now I’m old and don’t have the energy to indulge myself anymore, so I’ll give it to you as a gift.” With that, Kane took off his silver chain and placed the pocket watch into Zhang Cheng’s palm.

As an old man who is good at observing and guessing what others are thinking, he knows very well how to quickly close the distance between two people.

Sometimes a small gift, or a topic that sparks the other person's interest, can have unexpected positive effects.

“Is it allure…? Interesting…” Zhang Cheng stroked the exquisite gold patterns on the back of the watch case, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

After a brief silence, Kane removed his hat and placed it on his chest, introducing himself in a rather solemn tone: "My name is Kane Courtney, the lord of the westernmost part of Brooklyn, and also an elementalist. It's a pleasure to meet you, young wizard."

"Elemental Messenger?" Zhang Cheng keenly grasped the key phrase.

Through Polman's explanation, he roughly learned that the titles of the underworld lords were generally linked to their abilities.

For example, Catherine's title is the Witch of Desire, and her ability is to control desires and draw power from them; another example is Cassandra, the Daughter of Nature, who comes from an ancient Druid sect and is skilled at manipulating plants and controlling beasts. Once she enters the forest, few can rival her.

“Yes, Elementalist.” Kane nodded and snapped his fingers with his right hand.

In an instant!

A bright flame shot out from between his fingers, radiating a wave of heat!

He then put down his hat and cane, raised his right hand, and created a crystal-clear ice flower out of thin air!

Ice and Fire!

Two completely different forms of energy expression were accomplished by one person.

Just as Zhang Chengren was about to say something, the old man's hands suddenly began to turn black and harden at a rapid pace, eventually forming a hard structure similar to obsidian.

After completing the transformation of both hands, Kane took a deep breath and described, "An elementalist, as the name suggests, is someone who manipulates the power of the elements. I can create and control fire and frost, and even turn everything I touch, including myself, into stone. But there is a prerequisite: I must consume a medium, and this medium can only be created through alchemy."

"So you want me to help you create this medium?" Zhang Cheng seemed to understand the other party's intentions.

“That’s right! But this medium is not easy to create. There are only three alchemists in the entire North American region who have mastered the corresponding skills, one of whom is Councilor Miles. But unfortunately, he is about to die, and I am not familiar with the other two, so I had to try with you.” Kane did not hide his purpose and spoke frankly.

Anyway, the lords of the underworld already knew this, so it didn't matter if a few more people knew.

Zhang Cheng smiled slightly and replied directly, "A sample. I need a sample for research, and also, what benefits can I get from it?"

"Hahaha! You're so direct! No beating around the bush! No hidden hints! I like this way of talking!" Kane laughed as he carefully took out a small box carved from crystal.

He opened the box, scooped out a small spoonful of five-colored, transparent sand, poured it into an empty test tube, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, due to the shortage, I can only give you a little for research. I promise that if you can successfully manufacture it, I will be your most loyal ally. As long as it's within my capabilities, whatever you want to do, or whoever you want to kill, I will support you unconditionally."

"Okay! Deal!" Zhang Cheng agreed without hesitation.

To an ordinary person, this transaction might not seem like a lucrative deal or involve any powerful magical items, but in his eyes, it was worth dozens of times more than either of those...

Chapter 0083 Advice

"Then I'll await your good news! This is my phone number. Please feel free to call if there's any progress or if you need any help. Perhaps I can't match Catherine's extraordinary abilities, but I do have a little bit of influence." Kane bowed politely, handed her a small note, then picked up his cane and prepared to leave.

For him, the biggest goal of this trip has been achieved, and now all that's needed is to wait patiently.

After all, without a formula, figuring out how to manufacture a medium is definitely not easy; it would conservatively take at least one or two months, or even a year.

As a smart man, he wouldn't put all his eggs in one basket; instead, he planned to take the opportunity to try and make contact with the other two alchemists.

But before he could even open the door, Zhang Cheng suddenly asked out of the blue, "What's your relationship with the witch? Are you allies?"

Kane stopped, a strange expression on his face. After a full minute, he replied with a wry smile, "An ally? I guess so. To be honest, when I was young, I had a wonderful time with Catherine, or rather, with her body, until she revealed her evil nature. Here's a little advice: be very careful of Catherine. She's far more complicated, more dangerous, and more fickle than you think."

"Women are all fickle, aren't they?" Zhang Cheng shrugged, pretending not to understand.

“No, no, no, please believe me, Catherine is absolutely different from normal women. At least most normal women would never treat their offspring as expendable resources,” Kane hinted with a cold smile.

"Consumables?" Upon hearing this word, Zhang Cheng suddenly had a bad feeling.

"That's right! Consumables! You know, Catherine's real age is over two hundred and seventy years old, but why does she still look so young and beautiful, exuding an irresistible charm that men can't resist at any time? The reason is simple: every thirty to forty years or so, she changes bodies, and the body's owner is her own daughter or granddaughter." Kane said the chilling truth with a blank expression.

Zhang Cheng was undoubtedly stunned by the news, standing there for a long time, unable to come to his senses.

Body replacement?

Sacrifice your own offspring?

Either of them sounds extremely evil!

He simply couldn't believe that the witch who had sheltered him when he needed her most could be so cruel.