Spellcasting Gods

The young man was wearing a suit of scale armor, carrying a two-handed greatsword on his back. His arms were thick and strong, and his eyes revealed the determination unique to warriors.

As for George, the last student to learn magic, he had already changed into a dark blue robe and asked his teacher with a smile, "Sir, are we about to set off?"

“Yes! The tide is over the ship’s side, and as long as the wind is strong enough, we can get the ship moving very soon,” Adam replied with a slight nod.

Squeak!

With the white sails billowing in the wind, the masts finally began to groan under the strain. At the same time, the ship began to slowly move, and with the rising tide, in less than ten minutes, the ship was leaving the beach and floating on the sea, quickly leaving the coastline and heading towards the deep sea.

Having escaped the dangerous waters riddled with reefs, the old man who had spoken first stepped forward to Adam and asked in a respectful tone, "Sir, where shall we go first?"

"The Broken Isles, of course. I've heard that they have the most incredible energy storms in all of Azeroth, and I want to experience it for myself." Adam feigned an infatuated expression and casually made up an excuse.

As a special life form evolved from artificial intelligence, he had long ago recognized that the old man in front of him, who claimed to be a pirate, was actually a secret agent sent by Stormwind's MI7 to monitor him.

However, in order to conceal his true purpose, he did not rush to expose the other party, nor did he intend to throw him into the sea to feed the fish. Instead, he made the best use of him by appointing him as the first mate of the ship, in charge of managing the crew and daily affairs.

After all, as long as you do something that threatens the alliance, the spies will not only not turn against you, but will also continue to perform well and protect the entire plan.

"The Damaged Islands?" A strange light flashed in the old man's eyes. He quickly bowed and turned around, loudly giving orders to the sailors to adjust their course.

No one noticed that as he passed the starboard side of the ship, he silently threw a bottle containing a note into the sea.

As the boats sailed away, a man wearing an underwater breathing apparatus suddenly emerged from the sea, grabbed a bottle, and swam toward the shoreline.

It goes without saying that the note in the bottle must have indicated the Dawn's destination.

It took about three hours for the message in the bottle to be delivered to Matthias Shore.

The master assassin glanced at it and immediately frowned, muttering to himself, "The Broken Isles? If I remember correctly, the Horde sent an envoy to inform the king some time ago that a huge black dragon had been discovered on the continent of Kalimdor, and it was flying towards the Broken Isles, right?"

“Yes, boss. For this, the Horde has sent Vol'jin, the leader of the Darkspear tribe, and we have also sent an investigation team, led by Archmage Ansrem Ruinvivor of the Kirin Tor Council.” A slender, young, and beautiful female assassin next to her winked and quickly gave an affirmative answer.

Unfortunately, Matthias Shore wasn't particularly interested in women. He casually tossed the note into the brazier, crossed his hands, and rested his chin on his hand, lost in thought.

A full minute later, he suddenly asked, "What do you think... this suspicious-looking mage is trying to do in the Broken Isles?"

“Don’t ask me, boss. I’m a thief. How would I know what a mage is thinking?” A dwarf shrugged helplessly first.

The female assassin also shook her head, indicating that she didn't know either.

“Two useless pieces of trash! Never mind that for now. How’s the investigation into the anomalies in Undercity that I asked you to investigate going?” Matthias Shaw raised his head, his eyes flashing with a cold light as sharp as a blade.

“We only found out that the Royal Apothecaries’ Guild seems to have smuggled a batch of sealed jars into Northrend. As for what’s inside, we don’t know yet. But I guess it’s probably some kind of magical plague they’ve developed. You know, since its inception, the Royal Apothecaries’ Guild has been developing magical plagues that are even more terrifying than the Scourge. Now that they’re dealing with the Lich King, they naturally can’t help but use them.” The dwarf rogue stroked his beard as he shared his speculation.

“A magical plague?! Damn it! It seems that Regent Duke Bolvar Fordragon is planning to unite the Horde and launch a full-scale attack on the Wrathgate these days. We must send this message to him so that he is on guard.” Matthias Shaw slammed his hand on the table and stood up from his chair.

But before he could decide who to send, another spy rushed in, breathless, shouting, "No! It's terrible! Master! Breaking news! The Forsaken have unleashed a terrible magical plague during the Battle of the Wrathgate, killing all those involved. King Varian is furious and is about to lead the allied forces north to completely destroy Undercity and purify those damned undead."

"Oh my God! What shouldn't have happened still happened!"

"This is a disaster! The forgotten must pay the price!"

……

In an instant, everyone in MI7 was clamoring to teach these backstabbing bastards a lesson, completely unaware that they had just missed their last chance to save Azeroth's fate.

Chapter 0900 Ancient Gods

Without a doubt, navigation has never been a simple matter, especially since Azeroth was still in the Age of Sail, relying entirely on compasses and sextants to measure direction, and often deviating from the original course if one was not careful.

In addition, various vicious pirates, Nagas, murlocs, sea giants, monsters, and so on could sink a ship at any time.

According to official statistics from Stormwind, nearly one-third of the merchant ships that leave the port area each year mysteriously disappear en route or sink in some unknown corner.

The ocean is so cruel, yet it also harbors unimaginable wealth, driving many risk-takers crazy.

Adam's goal was to reach the Great Whirlpool of the Endless Sea, throw the crystal into it, open a portal to allow his creator and master to descend, and seize the core energy and star soul of the planet.

But as the saying goes, just because you don't look for trouble doesn't mean trouble won't come looking for you.

Within three days of leaving the coastline of the Western Wilderness, he encountered no fewer than four pirate ships, including the infamous Bloodsail Pirates and the Blackwater Pirates who had allied themselves with the goblin consortium.

However, these guys clearly robbed the wrong ship. Not only did they fail to steal any valuable goods from the Dawn, but they were also plundered instead, turning what was originally a single ship into a fleet of five.

Although some clever pirates tried to escape along the way, they were quickly caught by Adam, who descended from the sky. Anyone who dared to incite escape was thrown into the sea to feed the fish. The rest were mixed together, combining the rival Blackwater Pirates and Bloodsail Pirates. If one side tried to escape, the other side would report it.

In addition, the fleet encountered several Naga attacks when it approached some islands.

Ultimately, through his superior personal strength, Adam forced these creatures, who harbored an intense hatred for land-dwelling life, to hand over some invaluable underwater treasures, which he then rewarded to the crew, quelling their internal panic.

By the time they were about to reach the Broken Islands, almost every sailor had a considerable amount of valuable pearls, gems, and precious metals in their pockets.

Seeing the vast expanse of purple flames where the sea met the sky in the distance, George immediately put down his book and asked in astonishment, "Teacher, what... what is that? I feel an immense amount of arcane energy!"

"Ah! That's a storm formed from arcane energy gushing from the Great Maelstrom. Remember the ancient war I told you about ten thousand years ago? Back then, the Highborne used the energy of the Well of Eternity to create a magnificent magical civilization. But later, this pure energy attracted the demons of the Burning Legion, resulting in a devastating war. Ultimately, the Well of Eternity exploded, tearing apart the only continent and forming the Great Maelstrom we see now. You can think of the Great Maelstrom as another form of the Well of Eternity, connected to the depths of the Earth's core, constantly spewing energy outwards," Adam explained expressionlessly.

"So... getting close to the vortex can not only rapidly increase a mage's strength, but also hone their control over magical energy, right?" George's eyes gleamed slightly, his tone filled with curiosity and excitement.

“That’s right! But the Great Whirlpool is also extremely dangerous for mages. The closer you get, the more easily you are affected. Sometimes a small fireball spell can even produce a tremendous explosion, and other times a powerful fireball spell can’t even light a fire. How about it, are you interested in coming with me to take a look at the Great Whirlpool?” Adam extended a meaningful invitation.

George had no idea that this was actually a one-way ticket to death, and nodded without thinking: "Of course! It's my honor."

“Very good! Perhaps your talent for learning magic isn’t the best, but your courage is admirable.” Adam patted the boy’s shoulder lightly, then turned to the MI7 agent disguised as the first mate and instructed, “Notify the other four ships to dock and set up camp first. We will continue towards the Great Whirlpool.”

"Wh...what? Are you crazy?!" The old man's mouth dropped open in astonishment, completely unaware that his beloved pipe had fallen onto the deck.

“No, I’m perfectly sober. Don’t worry, we don’t need to get too close, a quick glance from afar will suffice,” Adam commanded in an unyielding tone.

"Sigh, well, what can you do when you're the captain? But even just taking a glimpse from afar is extremely dangerous; a slight misstep could drag the entire ship into the whirlpool." The old man complained as he began issuing orders to the other four ships via flag signals, while he himself took the helm, signaling the sailors to lower the sails to half-mast and head straight for the whirlpool, bypassing the broken beach.

Clearly, the sudden appearance of the four ships attracted the attention of the Alliance and Horde advance teams that remained on the island.

In particular, the tribe's airships would fly around the island every so often to detect any unusual signs.

After all, the scene deep within the Tomb of Sargeras not long ago still lingers in the minds of many, who fear that endless demons will burst forth from the depths of the tomb and launch another invasion of Azeroth.

However, Adam didn't care about any of that and focused all his attention on the vortex.

Having come this far, nothing could stop him from completing his mission. Even if the ship beneath his feet sank, he only needed to throw the crystal in his hand, and the turbulent current would naturally sweep it into the depths of the whirlpool.

But for some reason, the closer he got, the more he felt a deep unease, as if something terrifying was watching him from the black sea.

suddenly!

A giant wave suddenly surged across the calm sea, lifting the Dawn into the air. This caused many sailors and crew members to scream in panic, while others slid off the deck and fell into the unfathomable water, sinking shortly afterward.

"Damn it! What's going on? Where did that wave come from?" a sailor shouted, gripping the mooring rope tightly.

Unfortunately, no one could answer the question he posed.

Just as everyone was on edge, an enormous shadow suddenly appeared beneath the sea, followed by tentacles dozens of times thicker than the ship itself slowly emerging from the water.

With the constant churning of these tentacles, the ship suddenly lost control and sped headlong into the whirlpool.

At the same time, the sailors on the ship began to hear whispers in their ears one after another, and eventually they all fell into a state of extreme madness. Some drew their swords and killed each other, while others knelt on the ground, crying and laughing at the same time.

Adam observed all of this and soon muttered to himself in a voice only he could hear, "The Old God—N'Zoth? Isn't that guy busy forming the Twilight Council and getting Deathwing to launch a world-ending war?"

Chapter 0901 Arrival

"Fear! Tremble! The world will perish!"

"Kneel! Mortals! Offer your loyalty and souls to the Nightmare God! The Thousand-Bearded Demon! The Great N'Zoth!"

"Face the desires within you! Come! Hand over the crystal, and I can grant you true freedom!"

……

As the ancient gods whispered in his mind again and again, Adam's indifferent face remained unmoved, and his eyes even revealed contempt and disdain.

When the wooden sailboat beneath his feet reached the center of the whirlpool, he threw the crystal down into it.

moment!

The crystal emitted a blinding light, and then all the surrounding seawater and energy were absorbed into it, forming a huge spherical vacuum area on the sea surface.

Upon witnessing this, N'Zoth flew into a rage, brandishing his thousands of tentacles and roaring, "You lowly, insignificant insect! How dare you defy my will!"

"Hmph! You're nothing but a lackey sent by the Twisted Void. What right do you have to make me obey your will? Now, bask in the immense power of your master and feel your own ignorance and insignificance," Adam said sarcastically without any mercy.

Just as he was speaking, the crystal finally absorbed enough energy and began to tear through space, opening a passage connecting the two universes, and then continued to expand outward.

"No!"

N'Zoth undoubtedly sensed the terrifying aura emanating from the other side of the portal and swung his tentacles, intending to destroy it.

Before they could even get close, a gigantic arm suddenly burst through the portal, grabbed the tentacle, and ripped it off the ancient god's massive body. A large amount of evil and corrupted blood splattered everywhere, and any life that came into contact with it, whether human or fish and shrimp in the sea, would quickly turn into a hideous and terrifying monster.

However, one tentacle is clearly far from enough to seriously damage N'Zoth, who has thousands of tentacles.

So, the giant arm that passed through the portal repeated its previous actions over the next few minutes, plucking the most elusive ancient god bald, leaving only a dozen or so tentacles that narrowly escaped death.

As the crystal absorbed more and more energy from the depths of the vortex, and the space torn by the portal grew larger and larger, finally large enough to accommodate a powerful life form like a Titan, Zhang Cheng, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately descended.

As his entire body passed through the passage and appeared above the vortex, all living beings in Azeroth felt an inexplicable fear, as if the end of the world was about to come.

"Master, as you requested, I have completed my mission." Adam placed one hand on his chest and bowed deeply.

Looking at the special life he had created with his own hands, Zhang Cheng nodded in satisfaction: "You did a good job, and you even prepared a little surprise for me."

"I'm sorry, I'm not quite sure how this guy found out about your plan either."

"It's alright, you don't need to blame yourself. The Old Gods are tools used by the Twisting Nether to corrupt the Star Soul, just like viruses and parasites that invade the human body. Any Titan can easily eliminate them. Besides, I'm not here to save this planet, so there's no need to worry about the negative impact of killing the Old Gods on the Star Soul itself."

As the last word slipped out!

Zhang Cheng lunged at N'Zoth, his entire body transforming into an energy storm that shattered the opponent's incredibly massive body, pulling it up bit by bit from the deep sea.

Undoubtedly, this extremely brutal destruction caused immense damage to the Thousand-Bearded Demon. As it struggled, a massive mass thousands of meters long was created out of thin air and surged in all directions.

The Broken Islands, in particular, were hit by the most devastating tsunami in history.

Of course, that's not the scariest part!

Most terrifyingly, as N'Zoth's body was pulled out bit by bit, its tentacles, which pierced the Earth's core, tore apart the seabed crust.

A deafening roar was heard!

The already vulnerable area at the bottom of the vortex triggered a violent energy explosion.

A massive amount of energy from the planet's core erupted from the cracks, transforming the seawater within a radius of tens of nautical miles into pure liquid energy, just like the Well of Eternity more than ten thousand years ago.

This time, however, the release of energy was not stable, but rather continuous like a flood, with a huge rift beneath the sea almost tearing the entire Azeroth in two.