Spellcasting Gods

Having chosen to join Hell, Cosmo no longer held back. With a wave of his hand, he killed all the unconscious gangsters on the ground, then took the initiative to ask, "Who is the current ruler of Hell?"

“I’m sorry, I can’t tell you his name until you are reincarnated as a demon. But don’t worry, I will bring him to meet you after we conquer Heaven. Alright, I have important matters to attend to, so let’s end our conversation here for today.” Ashima took the initiative to end the conversation.

She's an ancient demon who's lived for tens of thousands of years; she wouldn't reveal her trump card before things have settled down.

Suspicion and distrust, these twins, seeped into every drop of her blood.

As he watched the female demon sway her hips and slowly walk out of the alley, Cosmo's tense nerves relaxed instantly. He muttered to himself in a voice only he could hear, "To pledge allegiance to the new Lord of Hell? I hope it's not a wrong choice!"

……

Just as Eshima began visiting the cult leaders one by one in Los Angeles, Zhang Cheng had already returned to the Time Spire and passed through the portal connecting the world of Azeroth.

Gazing at the boundless grasslands before him and the various strange-smelling animals, he realized that he was most likely in Kalimdor, a region controlled by the Horde.

Before he could figure out the exact location and direction, a green-skinned orc suddenly emerged from the bushes, shouting, "Lok-tar ogar!"

Then he swung a two-handed axe and chopped it down hard on his neck.

"Sigh, that's why I don't like dealing with orcs; their muscles always move faster than their brains." Zhang Cheng sighed helplessly, raising his hand and shooting out a deadly green beam.

Upon impact, the orc who launched the surprise attack was instantly reduced to a cloud of green powder that drifted away in the wind.

Clearly, to him, let alone a single orc, even if all the orcs of Orgrimmar were to come out in full force, the end result would be nothing more than adding some fertilizer to this land out of thin air.

Looking up at the sun in the sky, Zhang Cheng sensed the direction and approximate location, then transformed into a huge black dragon and flew eastward.

It's important to know that his trip to Azeroth this time wasn't to participate in the Northern Expedition or to fight against the Lich King—Arthas, that dutiful son.

In fact, at his level, the struggles between mortals have become meaningless.

Although in many people's minds, the Lich King and his Scourge have always been a huge threat to all living beings in the world, they are not even worthy of carrying the shoes of the Burning Legion, which has swept across many worlds.

Even the Lich King himself, and his artifact Frostmourne, were created by the Legion, with the Dreadlords contributing the most wisdom and power.

As someone who swept through the homeworld of the Dreadlords, Zhang Cheng possessed the knowledge and skills to forge a magic sword even more powerful than Frostmourne, so the Alliance and Horde's expedition to Northrend was of no real significance to him.

His true purpose for this trip was actually the tomb of Sargeras, the dark titan hidden beneath the Broken Isles.

That's right!

It's that place near the Great Maelstrom, a place that Gul'dan, Illidan, and others once spied on.

However, he wasn't after Sargeras's near-infinite power; he simply wanted to figure out whether the orbs of light he was studying were the same kind of life form as the Titans.

When the dragon's massive, sky-covering form swept across Crossroads and Ratchet, the Horde and goblins scattered in panic, creating chaos and disarray everywhere.

However, these guys soon discovered that the seemingly ferocious black dragon in the sky did not swoop down to attack. Instead, it ignored some hostile attacks on the ground and flew straight towards the sea.

In no time at all, it became a tiny black dot where the sea met the sky.

Less than three hours later, the eyewitness report was placed on the desk of Thrall, the High Chieftain of the Orgrimmar Valley of Wisdom.

The hero shaman, who looked more like a human than an orc, frowned deeply. After about two or three minutes, he looked up and asked the old troll not far away, "Voljin, who do you think this black dragon that suddenly appeared is? Onyxia, who has been missing for a long time, or her brother Nefarian?"

“No, I don’t think so. As far as I know, neither the Black Dragon Princess nor the Black Dragon Prince are that exaggerated in size.” Vol’jin, the leader of the Dark Spear tribe, shook his head slightly.

“Damn it! Don’t tell me you think it’s Deathwing—Neltharion! If it is, our world is in danger.” Thrall abruptly stood up from his chair, his face filled with solemnity.

"Great Warchief! If you permit, I am willing to lead the warriors of the Horde to kill this dragon, cut off its head and hang it in the square of Orgrimmar. Victory and glory will surely belong to the Horde!" Garrosh Hellscream roared, pounding his rock-solid chest.

As a newcomer who had only recently arrived in Azeroth from Outland, he was filled with a thirst for power and glory and hoped to surpass his father Grom to become a true orc hero. Naturally, he would not miss out on a feat like slaying a dragon.

“No! Child! You don’t understand what Deathwing means to this world! He’s not just any ordinary dragon, but one of the five Dragon Aspects who were personally granted power by the Titans, and the strongest of them all.” Thrall raised his hand to stop the eager Garrosh.

Vol'jin glanced at the impetuous Garrosh Hellscream, coughed lightly, and suggested, "I think we should send this message to the Alliance and see how they react. Especially Dalaran, which recently announced its withdrawal from the Alliance and joined the Northrend campaign as a neutral party. The mages know quite a few secrets about the dragons."

"You mean... to cooperate with the Alliance again?" Thrall's eyes lit up slightly.

Although conflicts often erupt between the two camps for various reasons, they can still put aside past grievances and join hands when faced with a real threat.

This has been proven many times before, in the fight against the Burning Legion invasion and the war against the Ahn'Qiraj insectoids.

“That’s right! If this really is Deathwing, then we must postpone our full-scale attack on the Scourge. You have to understand that while the Lich King is a significant threat, he is far from being able to destroy the world. But Deathwing, who has gone completely mad, is different.”

"I understand! Send envoys to both Stormwind and Dalaran at the same time!"

"Great Chief, what should I do then?"

"You? You're going to Northrend to command the Northern Expedition! Remember, this is a test, a test for you."

"Rest assured! I will not let you down! For the glory of the tribe!"

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Chapter 0877 Broken Islands

Feeling the salty, humid air from the sea, Zhang Cheng, in his dragon form, spread his wings and soared freely in the sky, completely unaware that his appearance had already aroused the vigilance of the native forces of Azeroth.

Of course, even if they knew, they probably wouldn't care too much.

Because the Broken Isles are not like other places; they are very close to the vortex created by the explosion of the Well of Eternity in ancient times. Getting even a little too close could result in being torn to pieces by the terrible storm generated by magical energy.

So whether it's the Alliance or the Horde, it will take a long time for them to safely land on the Broken Isles, so there's no need to worry too much.

In addition, with Garrosh Hellscream, a brainless idiot with no basic political acumen who only knows how to blindly make enemies on all sides, entering the orcish decision-making level, the fragile balance between the Alliance and the Horde will soon collapse.

At that point, forget about working together; they'll probably start fighting amongst themselves before the enemy even appears.

Just as Zhang Cheng was starting to get bored with the long flight, he suddenly noticed a large patch of purple flames appearing where the sea and sky met in the distance.

These substances, composed entirely of magical energy, constantly erupted in violent collisions within the air and clouds, producing deafening roars that could be faintly heard even from a great distance.

"Ah! It seems we're almost at the Broken Isles..." A slight smile appeared on his lips, and his hideous dragon head revealed a terrifying grin that could frighten a hundred dwarves to death.

Without a doubt, these purple flames were formed by the astonishing energy gushing from the giant vortex.

As the only place on the entire planet connected to the star's core, this place can almost be described as the umbilical cord of the Titans that have not yet awakened.

No one knows what is hidden inside, and no one has ever successfully reached the deepest part of the Great Vortex. Even the ancient gods could only infiltrate the surrounding area like parasites.

As for those who tried to use this amazing energy for their own purposes, without exception, they were torn to pieces by the terrifying energy storm.

With his destination within reach, Zhang Cheng immediately folded his wings and used the power of magic to accelerate, reaching a speed that no fighter jet on Earth could match, like a missile piercing the air with a loud boom.

Normally, a creature of his size would have no chance of breaking the sound barrier.

But now, he is flying at a speed exceeding Mach 10. Under the intense friction of the air, the metal armor covering the black scales is even starting to show signs of reddening and melting under the weight.

In the blink of an eye, the indescribable scenery of the Broken Islands unfolded before my eyes.

Gale!

Sudden rain!

Naga!

Fishman!

Orcs!

Undead!

There are also ancient ruins left behind by the night elves more than 10,000 years ago!

All the madness that cannot be seen in the normal world seems to be commonplace here.

“The Dark Titan Sargeras… truly lives up to his reputation…” Zhang Cheng couldn’t help but exclaim as he used his wings to increase air resistance and slow down.

As a spellcaster with a high sensitivity to energy, he could clearly sense the astonishing fel energy emanating from beneath the Broken Shore.

These evil energies constantly clash violently with another type of energy gushing forth from the vortex, creating the incredibly beautiful energy storm above the Broken Isles and the unique, ethereal environment below.

He found it hard to imagine that a mere shell abandoned by Sargeras could contend with the unawakened world-souls of all of Azeroth, and even gain the upper hand.

Undoubtedly, the black dragon descending from the sky caused great panic among the intelligent beings on the island. The Naga and the mermen turned around and dived into the sea without hesitation, fearing that they would be wiped out.

In contrast, the sea giant and the multi-headed lizard were much bolder. Instead of fleeing, they looked up and stared at the huge black shadow hovering above their heads.

Especially near the entrance to the Broken Shore tomb, there were even several orc warlocks whose bodies exuded a strong aura of shadow and fel energy.

Behind them, on a vast open field, thousands upon thousands of orc undead and elf ghosts, who had been dead for many years, fought each other endlessly. Although neither could truly kill the other, they showed no sign of stopping.

Enjoying the terror and despair displayed by these intelligent students, Zhang Cheng grinned and muttered to himself in a voice only he could hear, "Looks like I can conscript some laborers and cannon fodder for free..."

The words had barely left his mouth!

He suddenly swooped down from the sky, opening his blood-red maw to spew out deadly flames.

boom!

moment!

The village built by the Naga and the Murlocs on the beach was burned to ashes by white flames exceeding thousands of degrees, not even lasting a second.

Even more terrifying, the high temperature not only destroyed the buildings, but also melted the sand on the beach, turning it into puddles of red, translucent liquid.

As soon as these liquids were washed by the seawater, they made a hissing sound, and a large amount of white water vapor rose into the air, enveloping the beach.

A few minutes later, the sea breeze dispersed the white mist, revealing colorful, crystal-clear glass that stretched for kilometers along the beach, a breathtaking sight.

"Submit or die! Choose! You lowly insect!" Zhang Cheng roared at the trembling amphibious intelligent creatures around the coastline, mimicking the tone of an evil dragon.

It's important to know that the Tomb of Sargeras is not a place you can just enter casually. Putting aside the guardians who have long been corrupted by fel energy, the various traps and demons hidden in the darkness alone are enough to kill most intruders, including powerful spellcasters like Gul'dan.

“On behalf of the vengeful tribe, I offer my loyalty to you in exchange for your mercy and protection.” A female Naga slowly emerged from the sea and bowed deeply.

As one of the most magically gifted races in all of Azeroth, the Naga undoubtedly inherited the Highborne's innate talent for arcane magic. They were well aware of the astonishing magical energy contained within the enormous black dragon before them, so they decisively chose to back down rather than arrogantly resist.

"Wah la la la la! I! Chieftain of the Shatterfin Tribe! I am willing to submit!" Another merman with a huge head also knelt down and stammered out his attitude.

After all, fishmen are not a species with backbone; their nature of bullying the weak and fearing the strong is ingrained in their very bones.

“Very good! I accept your loyalty! Now, gather men and dig open the entrance to the tomb on the Broken Beach. Remember, if I find anyone slacking off, their fate will be no better than the sand on the beach.” After giving the two men a fierce warning, Zhang Cheng quickly lay down on the ground and closed his eyes to rest.

Before officially beginning his exploration of the ancient tomb's seal, he needed to relax a bit and calm down to think about how to deal with those troublesome monsters...

Chapter 0878 Fishman and Naga

"Lady Tashigi, are we really going to serve this black dragon like those lowly murlocs?" a male Naga holding an anchor and digging through the dirt and rubble asked cautiously.

The female Naga, known as Lady Tashigi, sighed helplessly and replied, "Do we have any other choice? The weak must submit to the strong; this is the law that the whole world must follow. We cannot resist, so we must obediently do our work."

"Damn it! I hate being a slave!" The male Naga spat viciously, then frantically dug into the ground as if to release the pent-up anger within him.