Spellcasting Gods

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The fireball exploded violently among the fishmen, releasing an astonishingly high temperature of flame, burning at least twenty fishmen to death on the spot, and the number of wounded was more than twice the number of the dead.

Feeling the heat and smell of burning flesh hitting him, George involuntarily shivered and muttered to himself, "My holy light! This...this is just too cool!"

"Do you want to learn?" Adam glanced at the boy and asked in a cold, emotionless tone.

"Of course! Of course I want to learn! Would you be willing to teach me?" George's voice trembled with excitement.

“I can teach you, but you must first pass a small test. Here, this is a magic orb. All you have to do is take it to the merfolk and find their leader. If you can do it before nightfall, I will begin teaching you magic. But if you cannot, then it means you are not qualified to become a mage apprentice. Remember, you must complete this task independently and must not ask your companions for help.”

After saying this, Adam placed a gem that shimmered with a red glow in the other person's palm, walked alone to a huge rock, took out a pen and paper and began to write and draw, completely ignoring the fishmen who were terrified by the fireball and were fleeing in all directions.

The trials of becoming a mage apprentice?

George's mind was filled with those words, and without a second thought, he ran straight towards the direction where the fishmen were most concentrated, without considering what would happen if he were surrounded and attacked by them.

The other two young men in the group felt a pang of envy and cautiously approached Adam, asking, "Sir, is there anything we can do for you?"

"Yes! We also hope to be of service to you."

“Oh? Since you’re so eager, then take the other two gems and go to the gnoll camp near the coastline, and bring them all back.” Adam pulled out two more gems without hesitation.

"Bring them back?" Mia held the very valuable-looking gems in her hand, her eyes filled with doubt.

"Yes! Bring them back, don't kill them. This gem is imbued with enchantment magic; if they stare at it for just a few seconds, they'll be completely captivated..."

Chapter 0897 You Changed My Fate

Given Azeroth's productivity levels, how long would it take to build a ship capable of sailing to the deep sea from scratch?

The answer is at least one year!

From felling trees to air-drying them, and then processing them into various standard boards and framing, the complexity of the process and the time it takes far exceed what laymen can imagine.

Especially for warships used in naval warfare, even with the use of magic, it takes more than two years to build one.

It is precisely because of this that the coastal kingdom of Kul Tiras, which possesses superb shipbuilding technology and a large number of warships, has become the most powerful navy in the world. Neither the Horde nor the ambitious greenskin goblins can surpass the former.

However, for Adam, who had stored countless advanced technologies and data, building an ocean-going vessel did not require such a long time.

In just about two weeks, he directed the fishmen and gnoll laborers to complete the construction of the ship's most important keel.

At this rate, the entire ship can be completed in about a month at most, and then slowly sail towards the whirlpool of the endless sea.

Of course, the reason he went to such lengths to build his ship in such a remote and desolate place as the western wilderness coastline was mainly to avoid attracting the attention of any person or force. Ideally, before the portal opened, no one would know that a madman was spying on the planet's soul.

Otherwise, once discovered by those pesky guardian dragons or the guards left behind by the Titans, opening the portal again would not be an easy task.

After all, Adam had heard his master mention how much effort the Dark Titan Sargeras had put into invading this world, and how many times he had failed. He could be called a disgrace to the Titans, and his face had been lost to countless light-years away.

Just as he was pondering how to avoid the patrolling Alliance warships, pirates, and those annoying murlocs and naga in the sea, and finally arrive safely at the Great Whirlpool, he suddenly heard a young voice behind him: "Mage! Your things have arrived."

A young boy was seen driving a wagon piled high with wooden crates, which stopped on a slope near the beach not far away. It was George, who had gone to Stormwind City not long ago to buy tools and parts.

"Well done!" Adam quickly scanned the cargo on the truck and nodded in satisfaction. "Buying so many nails, axes, saws, and hammers at once, didn't it cause any trouble?"

“No! We only bought tools and parts, not weapons. Those noble lords won’t care.” With that, George jumped off the carriage and handed it over to the gnoll laborers who were under magical control.

Before long, these guys started carrying sealed wooden crates down and placing them next to the huge keel.

"Here, these are some magical notes I recently copied down in my spare time. Take them and study them carefully. If there's anything you don't understand, just ask." Adam casually handed two pieces of parchment covered in tiny writing to the other person.

Upon hearing the word "magic," George became excited and quickly flipped through the book. After a minute or two, he finally calmed his elation and, imitating the manner of the nobles of Stormwind, placed one hand on his chest and bowed deeply: "Thank you so much for your generosity and kindness! I swear that from now on, whatever you ask me to do, I will do without hesitation."

"Calm down, child, calm down. As a mage, you must learn to stay calm at all times. Only calmness can keep your mind clear and allow you to make the right judgments." Adam patted the boy's shoulder affectionately.

By demonstrating his strength and imparting knowledge and combat skills, he had completely gained the other party's unreserved trust, and now he could even let the three young people go against the Storm Kingdom without any problem.

As a typical feudal state, Stormwind Kingdom is actually ruled by the royal family, nobles, and religion, which almost monopolize all education and upward mobility. No matter how hard commoners try, they can never become the heroes in the bard's stories.

Therefore, if someone is willing to share their knowledge with the common people, the common people will often show unprecedented enthusiasm, and may even join some secret societies.

Kel'Thuzad exploited this very point, secretly developing the Cult of the Damned among the people. In just a few years, he amassed countless fanatical followers, some of whom even willingly sacrificed their lives for the Lich King's cause.

Unfortunately, George was unaware of the cold and dark heart hidden within this seemingly stern teacher. He nodded gratefully, "I'm sorry, sir, I'm too excited. You may not know how lucky a farmer's son like me is to have the opportunity to learn magic. You have changed my destiny."

"Ah, yes, I have indeed changed your destiny. But I'm not sure if this change is for better or for worse. You must understand, magic is not a power that is easily obtained. Every year, countless apprentices die from various accidents. Even if they are lucky enough to live to become full-fledged mages, they may still be targeted by demons." Adam imitated the tone of his creator, uttering these rather philosophical words.

"Whether it's good or bad, I will be grateful to you from the bottom of my heart. Perhaps you don't know, but there's a saying circulating in the farms of Elwynn Forest: It's better to be a dead hero who controls your destiny than a mediocre farmer who is played by fate all his life," George replied resolutely.

As arcane energy continued to grow and strengthen within him, his ambition began to sprout. He was no longer content to live like an ordinary adventurer, spending his days helping guards clear out monsters such as gnolls, murlocs, and kobolds near Stormwind City for meager bounties and a life of aimless drifting.

He yearned for the sky, for freedom, for a broader stage, and for more people's respect and love.

Sensing the boy's restless heart, Adam's eyes flashed with a barely perceptible amusement, and he casually invited, "You are very smart and have great potential. If you'd like, you can come with me on a sea voyage. On the way, I'll take some time to teach you some of the true secrets of magic."

“Of course! It’s my honor! Also, may I call you teacher?” George looked up, his face full of anticipation.

"Hahahaha! You want to be my apprentice? That's not an easy thing! You should understand that I'm very strict in choosing apprentices. If you're confident, you can try to take on the challenge." Adam couldn't help but burst into laughter.

For some reason, he suddenly felt a sense of irony and wanted to see if the young man would break down or fall into despair in his final moments after learning the truth.

“I am confident that I can accept any test you give me, teacher!” George was unaware of the tragic fate that awaited him, and his eyes revealed a firm will.

"Alright, let's wait and see. Oh, by the way, your other two friends should be back soon. Here's a guide to using a warrior's rage and a guide to an elven ranger's archery. Please give these to them for me."

Chapter 0898 There are no secrets in the world.

Just as Adam was busy building the ship, a spy silently crossed Elwynn Forest and returned to Stormwind's old town. Taking advantage of everyone's inattention, he slipped into the second floor of a hidden building.

Matthias Shore was sitting in a chair, casually flipping through the intelligence reports sent back by his subordinates.

Since King Varian Wrynn's triumphant return, the burden on his shoulders has been significantly lighter. Although he still needs to deploy a large number of spies to gather intelligence on opposing forces, at least he doesn't have to be constantly on guard against his own people like he did when Onyxia, the black dragon princess, was around.

Without saying a word, the agent quickly approached the leader of MI7 and reported in a low voice, "Master, I found a suspicious fellow on the beach in the Western Wilderness. He is using fishmen and gnolls to build a ship."

“Oh? Tell me more.” Matthias Shore casually tossed a piece of parchment into the brazier, a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I don't know the specifics either. I only know that the mysterious man seems to be a mage, accompanied by three young people born in Elwynn Forest Farm, and he teaches them knowledge and combat skills every day. Moreover, he seems to have mastered a method for quickly building ships, and he has built the keel of a large ship in just about two weeks." The spy poured out all the information he had observed and gathered over the past few days at an extremely fast pace.

"A mage? Does he wear anything that signifies his status? Like a Kirin Tor ring?" Matthias Shaw stroked his beard and asked.

The spy hesitated for a few seconds, then immediately shook his head: "No! No! He doesn't have anything distinctive about him! He doesn't even carry a staff like most mages. But I can assure you, he's extremely dangerous. If I get even a little closer, even while in stealth, I'll immediately alert him."

“Interesting! A powerful mage is enslaving murlocs and gnolls to build ships on the western coast? What exactly is he trying to do?” Matthias Shaw crossed his legs, a thoughtful expression on his face.

It's important to know that Westfall is a very sensitive place. On the one hand, a few years ago, Edwin VanCleef led the Defias Brotherhood to create a separatist regime, causing headaches for the Stormwind Council. Even now, there are still many remnants of the Brotherhood there, who occasionally jump out to create panic and destruction.

On the other hand, Westfall is too close to Stormwind, especially after the port area is completed. It only takes a few hours to launch a raid from the sea.

Therefore, hearing that someone is secretly building a boat in the western wilderness inevitably evokes some negative associations.

"Master, should we send some men to bring this guy back for interrogation?" the spy suggested cautiously.

Matthias Shaw chuckled and waved his hand. "No, that would be too reckless, and it wouldn't necessarily succeed. Do you know what it means to be able to use magic to permanently charm a considerable number of murlocs and gnolls over a large area?"

"Um...does that mean he's a powerful mage?" The spy blinked uncertainly.

"He's powerful, that's for sure, but that's not the most important thing. The most important thing is that he has the ability to recruit an army of monsters anytime, anywhere. There's no doubt that this is a threat, or at least a potential threat, and we must handle it properly. Send two people to keep a close watch from afar, 24 hours a day, and report any unusual activity immediately. Remember, don't do anything unnecessary, and definitely don't provoke him." After careful consideration, Matthias Shaw quickly began issuing orders.

As a seasoned master assassin, his most commendable trait is patience—unparalleled patience.

……

Meanwhile, on the distant planet Argus, on the other side of the universe, Chromie and Illidan Stormrage's souls silently returned to the Burning Throne.

Just as they were about to enter the room where the sleeping Titan was imprisoned, they suddenly heard an uncontrollable roar coming from inside.

"Damn it! Damn it! Where did that bastard go? Can someone explain this to me?"

Without even asking, it was obvious that the owner of that voice was none other than Kil'jaeden the Deceiver, one of the Dark Titan Sargeras's most trusted right-hand men and the lieutenant of the Burning Legion's supreme commander.

“I’m very sorry, great fraudster, we don’t know where he went. I’ve checked the records and haven’t detected any energy to activate magical teleportation,” another demon explained in a helpless tone.

"Shut up! I don't want to hear excuses! I'm giving you three days to find him, or I guarantee you'll regret being born." Kil'jaeden threatened viciously.

"I...I'll try my best..." The demon clearly lacked confidence, and after giving a perfunctory reply, he walked out of the room, disappearing into the end of the corridor as if fleeing for his life.

Chromie seemed to realize something upon hearing this, beckoned to Illidan Stormrage's spirit, and then disappeared into an inconspicuous corner.

Once she was sure no demons were approaching, she lowered her voice and complained desperately, "He's gone! He abandoned me and ran away! We're doomed! It's all your fault! You insisted on dragging me up here, going around and around. Now look what happened! We're all trapped here."

"You mean..." Egg's soul subconsciously frowned, suddenly having a bad premonition.

"Yes! That guy probably tricked Kil'jaeden and ran away. Aaaaaah!!! What do we do? What do we do? Can we even get back to Azeroth alive from this demon-infested planet?" Chromie frantically started pulling at her hair, her eyes filled with despair.

There's no way I can not despair!

Especially for a bronze dragon like her, once she falls into the hands of the Legion, it's not just a matter of death; she might be corrupted by fel energy and turned into the very thing she hates most.

In contrast, Illidan Stormrage, in his spirit form, appeared unusually calm. After standing still for a moment and thinking, he immediately pressed on, "You said before that he was researching how to transform himself into a Titan, right?"

“That’s right!” Chromie nodded without hesitation.

"So he must have gotten what he wanted, which is why he chose to leave without hesitation," Illidan concluded after a brief analysis.

As a former close ally, he was undoubtedly well aware that the young human was actually a true madman, both in thought and in spirit.

What's even more terrifying is that this madman also has the ability to put his ideas into practice.

"What?! You mean... he... he turned himself into a Titan?" Chromie's mouth dropped open in astonishment, and he couldn't close it for a long time.

"What, do you find it strange? Don't forget, according to you, he has successfully merged himself with Sargeras' remains, so it's not impossible to go even further."

Chapter 0899 The Last Chance

Time flies, and a month has passed quickly.

On the western coastline, a massive wooden sailing ship has been completed. White canvases hang from its three towering masts, and countless fishmen, gnolls, and a small number of human sailors are busily working, either loading and unloading food, fresh water, and wine necessary for the long voyage, or checking the hull for signs of water seepage.

As for Adam, he was standing on the deck gazing into the distance, patiently waiting for the tide to come in.

Only when the tide completely submerges this beach can the ship named Dawn at our feet leave the land and sail into the sea.

Just as he was measuring the water depth with his eyes, the entire ship suddenly rocked violently. Immediately afterward, he heard an old man with a thick beard shouting at the top of his lungs, "Quick! Raise the sails! Everyone get to the front of the deck!"

"Ah!!!! By the Holy Light! We're finally going to set sail!" Mia gripped the railing at the edge of the deck tightly, screaming with excitement.

After more than a month of training, she has learned a series of shooting techniques containing magical energy, including arcane shooting, multi-shot, and wind arrow. She looks confident and is no longer the shy and timid country girl she used to be.

"Hahahaha! The ocean! Here we come! Good heavens! I never dreamed that one day I would be able to embark on such a magnificent adventure." Igor, the oldest of the three, grinned and laughed heartily.