Spellcasting Gods

"Understood! Please rest assured, I will take care of everything."

"Remember! Whatever you see tonight, it's best not to tell anyone, otherwise..."

"I didn't see anything! I didn't hear anything!"

"very good!"

……

As the dial tone came through the receiver, Polman finally breathed a sigh of relief, took out a tissue to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and hurriedly took the elevator downstairs. A short while later, he rushed into the warehouse.

As soon as he entered, he saw frozen, mangled corpses scattered all over the floor, and Salas's head.

"Oh my God! What a novel way to die!" The lawyer's lips twitched as he took two steps forward, casually tore off a dust cloth, wrapped the head in it, and prepared to take it away.

Because the witch Catherine has offered a high reward of two hundred gold denarii for the capture of this troublesome werewolf.

But before he could finish packing, a shadow slowly emerged from the darkness.

"Who?! Who are you?" Polman was clearly startled and drew a short, silver-plated dagger, shouting loudly.

“Don’t be nervous, sir. My name is Clover, and I’m the new werewolf who needs to be trained.” As he spoke, the young man revealed his half-human, half-wolf body.

Because he has not yet passed through his wild phase, he does not yet possess the ability to freely transform his physical form.

“Shit! Please don’t sneak around next time, my heart isn’t very strong. Come on, I’ll take you to see the old cripple first.” Polman muttered a curse under his breath, then jumped into a supermarket delivery truck outside, carrying the young man who called himself Clover, and disappeared into the night…

Chapter 0090 First Contact

"Mission - Revenge Complete! You have successfully killed your enemy, rewarding you with two talent points and increasing your maximum mana."

As the small characters appeared on the sheepskin, Zhang Cheng quickly sensed a powerful arcane energy flowing through his veins. Before he could even take a few steps, the transformation of his body was complete.

Although it wasn't the first time, he was still terrified by the terrifying power the parchment displayed.

Coupled with Salas's inexplicable words earlier, he became increasingly suspicious that his arrival in this world was not a simple coincidence.

Of course, he wasn't foolish enough to completely trust an idiot who resembled a cult fanatic; he simply developed a strong interest in the "master" hidden behind the scenes.

It's important to understand that the werewolf nobles of this world are not the lackeys of villains in many fantasy works, nor cannon fodder for dark forces. The most powerful among them can single-handedly fight against an army of thousands equipped with firearms.

According to the records of the Underworld, during the Nazi German invasion of the Soviet Union in World War II, an infantry regiment accidentally fired a shell into the castle where the Silver-Eyed Clan had lived for generations.

Just one hour later, the entire group vanished from the world; to be precise, they were all wiped out, leaving behind mutilated corpses everywhere.

What did this not happen to a group of werewolves, but to one werewolf—Anthony of the Phantom.

It is said that his limbs are stronger than those of his brothers and sisters after he transforms, and he can briefly exceed the speed of sound when running at full speed, thus creating afterimages. Many times, his opponents are killed before they even realize what is happening.

It can be said that werewolves, especially werewolf nobles with pure bloodlines, are often very arrogant and should never behave like Salas.

Either Salas has been brainwashed or controlled by some unknown form of mental magic, or there really is a terrifying mastermind behind it all.

As a person with a rather suspicious nature, Zhang Cheng was undoubtedly more inclined to believe the former.

As he pondered this and walked along the unknown alley, he suddenly noticed a woman about 1.8 meters tall standing a dozen meters ahead of him.

Because it was too dark and there were no lights nearby, it was temporarily impossible to see the other person's face.

"Good evening, little wizard," the woman suddenly greeted.

“You are…” Zhang Cheng immediately stopped and maintained what he considered a safe distance.

"Hehe, I am Cassandra, the daughter of nature. It's a pleasure to meet you." With that, the woman took two steps forward and removed the hat she was wearing to reveal her true appearance.

He had short black hair, black eyes, and a cool demeanor. His face was covered in strange patterns that were hard to tell if they were paint or tattoos. His arms and thighs were thick and strong, clearly the result of long-term rigorous training.

Zhang Cheng was willing to bet that the other person must be hiding muscles comparable to a fitness coach under their clothes.

After all, the Druids in this world are not the more moderate sects like those in Azeroth; they follow a near-cruel law of survival of the fittest.

If someone wants to join, they must survive for a month in the extremely cold Arctic Circle without any tools, food, or fresh water. Only those who survive are qualified to learn ancient knowledge and magic from the elders.

This means that before becoming a druid, every member of the sect must be a master of survival and a master of hand-to-hand combat, otherwise they simply cannot survive to the end.

Gazing at the face covered in strange patterns, Zhang Cheng hesitated for a moment before placing one hand on his chest and giving a slight bow: "Good evening, esteemed Daughter of Nature. May I ask what business you have with me blocking my path?"

He couldn't understand why the witch Catherine's mortal enemy would target him, especially in such a remote and deserted alley.

"No, nothing particularly important. I just came to sense your presence to confirm if you match someone's description..."

The words had barely left his mouth!

Cassandra suddenly raised her hand and snapped her fingers. Immediately afterward, a leopard covered in black fur descended from the sky and landed steadily next to Zhang Cheng, sniffing around incessantly.

A full minute later, it turned back to its owner and let out low growls of varying lengths.

"Hmm, hmm, really? Cassandra clearly understood what the leopard's roar meant, and a look of surprise quickly appeared on her face.

Once the leopard's roar had completely ceased, she quickly pulled a bright green oak seed from her bosom and said in a meaningful tone, "I believe you have heard some of the grudges between me and Catherine. As the war game draws closer, one of us will inevitably be killed by the other."

“Excuse me, ma’am, I have no interest in getting involved in this kind of thing, and I have no intention of taking sides,” Zhang Cheng interrupted, frowning.

Cassandra shook her head dismissively: "Wait, let me finish. Perhaps you don't understand Catherine. She's a woman with an extremely strong desire for control, and she will never allow any uncertainty to exist. So, whether you do it willingly or not, you will ultimately have to face a choice. And I'm just giving you more choices. Here, this is a Seed of Nature. It can help you fight against desire, fight against Catherine."

"Is that all?" Zhang Cheng asked, squinting his eyes.

He didn't think the other party's purpose was so simple, and he didn't believe that someone would give him a magical item for no reason.

“What, do you suspect that I, like Catherine, also want to use you?” Cassandra asked with a smile.

“No, whether I’m being used or not has never been my focus. I don’t even mind being used. The problem is that I want to know what the person using me is up to—malicious or benevolent—and whether I can benefit from it.” Zhang Cheng stated his position expressionlessly.

Although many outsiders perceived his relationship with Catherine as very close, it was actually merely a matter of mutual exploitation. Given sufficient benefits and a high success rate, he wouldn't hesitate to stab the witch in the back.

"You are indeed special, and dangerous. But there are some things I can't say right now, at least not now. Perhaps when the time is right, I will come back to talk to you again. Goodbye, young wizard, I firmly believe that you will stand on our side sooner or later..."

After saying this nonsensical thing, Cassandra slowly backed away, and in the blink of an eye, she and the leopard disappeared into the darkness.

Gazing at the deserted alley, Zhang Cheng pursed his lips and muttered to himself, "First it was the witch Catherine, then the elementalist Kane, and now even the daughter of nature, Cassandra, has appeared. I'm certainly quite popular lately. Whatever you're planning, or if you're trying to use me for some purpose, you'd better not cross the line, or else..."

Before he could finish speaking, a line of small print suddenly appeared on the parchment: Mission – Integration Completed! A new world portal has been opened!

The next second, he was engulfed by golden light and disappeared into thin air.

Chapter 0091 A New World Full of Pitfalls

After the golden light faded, Zhang Cheng found himself back in front of the mysterious tower standing in the void.

The only difference is that the portal to Azeroth is located not far ahead, but a huge hourglass blocks the entrance. Judging from the speed at which the massive amount of fine sand inside flows, it is estimated that it will take a long time for it to all fall down.

This means that once a world has been opened, one cannot freely travel between it without restrictions; there is a certain cooldown period.

As for how long it will take, and whether it will be the same in every world, that remains unknown.

With a mix of trepidation and excitement, Zhang Cheng once again stepped onto the stone slab floating in mid-air.

moment!

One by one, fantastical worlds that should only exist in games, books, and movies slowly emerged and revolved around him.

Having had a similar experience before, he immediately realized that this was a random selection of the next world, and his face showed a mixture of tension and anticipation.

He was nervous because if he were drawn into a dangerous world, such as Faerûn, where "red wizards are as common as dogs and undead liches roam everywhere," or the Elder Scrolls world, which is prone to large-scale wars, or the Sanctuary world, which is full of hellish demons, he couldn't guarantee that he would survive in any of them.

Of course, in some ways, the level of danger in Azeroth is also quite similar.

It's just that Zhang Cheng happened to be in a relatively peaceful period. If it had been during the two orc wars, the outbreak of the Scourge, or the Burning Legion invasion, he probably would have died on the way to Dalaran.

As for the anticipation, it's because each world has a relatively independent knowledge system that can be learned from and referenced, and you might even gain some interesting gadgets as an extra.

As a seeker of power, he would never let go of anything that could make him stronger.

With a full minute of high-speed spinning, the illusions surrounding the body began to slow down and finally came to a stop.

Just as the illusion of Middle-earth in The Lord of the Rings was about to stop, a strange red light suddenly flashed, and the illusion moved forward another space, finally stopping in front of him in the world of A Song of Ice and Fire.

next second...

A blinding white light descended from the sky, robbing Zhang Cheng of his senses about his surroundings and even his ability to think.

When he came to his senses, he was already on an unknown forest path. There was no one around, not even a decent landmark. All he could see was lush green forest.

Out of habit, he glanced at the parchment subconsciously, and saw that it read:

Mission: Game of Thrones. Use your wits to gain power and status in this world of intrigue and betrayal. The higher you climb, the greater the rewards.

Quest – Dragon. Obtain at least one dragon egg and hatch it. Success will reward you with the spell – Dragon Oath, which allows you to summon your own dragon anytime, anywhere in any world.

Quest – Children of the Forest. Explore the lands once inhabited by the Children of the Forest and learn the mysterious knowledge and magic they left behind.

Quest – Swordsmanship. Master a swordsmanship technique and kill at least fifty opponents with your sword. Middle-earth has the renowned dual-wielding mage Gandalf, and Azeroth has its sword-wielding battlemages; how can you be an exception? Upon success, a melee class template will be randomly selected from a fantasy world.

Quest – Overcome Magic Addiction. You have unknowingly developed a severe magic addiction. Overcome it, and you will be rewarded with a magic pouch that can be used to carry items weighing no more than 100 kilograms and with a volume of no more than 10 cubic meters.

Additionally, as a friendly reminder, it's best to reduce your reliance on arcane energy, as you cannot normally regenerate mana in this world...

After reading the last word, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but curse under his breath, "Damn it! They know I'm addicted to magic, yet they didn't even give me time to prepare. Besides, what the hell is swordsmanship? Gandalf was a Maiar, a demigod! Battlemages in Azeroth are trained from a young age, requiring a full twenty years to train. And now they want me to kill people with a sword? Fifty of them? Are they kidding me?"

Unfortunately, as usual, the parchment did not respond at all.

Seeing that his protest was ineffective, he couldn't help but sigh, and carefully opened his backpack, intending to check how much well water he had left that could restore magic power.

After all, without knowing how long he would need to stay, he had to strictly control the number of spells he cast to ensure that he wouldn't end up in a desperate situation where he had to charge in head-on with a longsword at a crucial moment.

You won't believe it until you try it, and what you find will surprise you.

After deducting the bottle he had already used, he had nine bottles left.

This means that after a maximum of nine intense battles, swordsmanship will become his only reliance...

"This is outrageous! I can't live like this anymore! I should have bought a few guns to carry with me." Zhang Cheng complained as he pulled out binoculars from his travel bag to survey his surroundings.

As someone with a modicum of common sense, he understood that the first challenge he faced was not choosing which faction to join, nor engaging in story missions, but rather figuring out how to escape this boundless forest.

Keep in mind that he had no food, water, survival tools, or electrolyte-replenishing salt. If he couldn't find a village or town within three to five days, he would collapse on the road and become food for unknown wild animals.

Soon, on the road not far behind, he discovered a large number of relatively new wheel tracks, stretching from south to north all the way to the horizon.

Besides the wheel tracks, there were also many hoofprints and human footprints. Judging from the number, the caravan consisted of at least thirty people. They might have been merchants or nobles traveling together. In any case, following these people would likely lead them to towns and villages.

Just as Zhang Cheng put away his binoculars and was about to shoulder his travel bag and continue on his way, an overwhelming desire suddenly welled up inside him, and his first instinct was to reach for the bottle filled with well water.

However, thinking about the complicated situation he was about to face, he finally let go with great difficulty, knelt down on the ground with a thud, and frantically banged his head against the tree trunk to relieve his mental anguish.