Spellcasting Gods

No wonder the Forsaken, when they first appeared in the game, had a cold relationship with the other three races, even though they were members of the Horde.

Aside from his shady ways of doing things, his appearance alone would probably make even orcs, whose aesthetic preferences lean towards the rugged, look down on him.

Seeing such "heavy" and "restricted" scenes, Zhang Cheng felt his stomach churning, and the dinner he had eaten not long ago kept rising up, threatening to come out of his throat at any moment.

Fortunately, just as he was about to vomit but hadn't yet, a rhythmic sound suddenly came from afar, which quickly diverted his attention. A few seconds later, he heard the neighing of horses.

In less than three to five minutes, a long line of torches appeared in the distance along the forest path...

Chapter 0012 Violet Barrier

"Ah, another guest has arrived. It seems tonight is destined to be a sleepless night..." Zhang Cheng muttered to himself in a teasing tone, a slight upturn of his lips.

Although he had no idea who these horse-riding men were or which faction they belonged to, one thing was certain: they were definitely not the Forsaken.

Because they were resurrected by shadow energy, their physiological structure is completely different from that of normal people. Even without any light, they can see everything around them clearly, so they don't need torches or other means of illumination, and they are also unable to ride living horses.

In fact, before these undead even get close to the horses, the warhorses, with their keen senses, will immediately flee in terror. They can only ride the death horses, which have also been resurrected by shadow energy, and the death horses cannot make any noise.

Since they are living people, they naturally have no affection for the dead.

To be precise, all intelligent life on the continent of Azeroth is currently skeptical of these Forsaken who claim to possess free will, and a small minority firmly believes that they should never have existed in the first place.

In particular, the Scarlet Crusade, which has always taken it upon itself to hate and fight the undead, is continuously gathering troops to launch indiscriminate attacks on the Scourge and the Forsaken in the area from the Plaguelands to the ruins of Lordaeron.

Zhang Cheng was certain that the person who should be most nervous right now was not himself, but the expressionless leader of the Forsaken not far away.

Despite their elite status, their small population actually makes them incapable of directly confronting the powerful alliance on the Eastern Continent. They barely manage to maintain a balance of power by launching terrorist attacks and magical plagues.

If a mistake leads to heavy losses, it will be difficult to recover for a long time, and the alliance may even take the opportunity to eradicate it completely, let alone launch a final revenge against the Lich King.

It can be said that among all the factions in Azeroth, the Forsaken have the worst war potential.

At least until the Dark Queen Sylvanas decides to begin large-scale excavation of graveyards to forcibly awaken the dead sleeping within, every death they suffer is one less.

In addition, the bodies of all the undead will slowly decay over time, so their numbers are constantly decreasing, instead of nurturing offspring and multiplying like normal life.

"Is this what you're so confident about? A small squad of reinforcements?" The leader of the undead asked tentatively, his eyes flashing a terrifying red light as he opened his mouth, which was crawling with maggots.

"Reinforcements? No, no, no, of course not. My confidence is not based on reinforcements, but on the knowledge and magical power in my mind. As for those cavalry, I have no idea whether they are enemies or allies. Of course, to you dead, they certainly won't be friends..." As he spoke, Zhang Cheng took out a spell rune that shimmered with silver light from his pocket.

Before the other party could react, he suddenly activated the energy stored on the rune.

moment!

A violet light emanated from the wooden house and spread outwards in all directions...

Just as everyone was wondering what the purpose of this strange light was, a ghost suddenly screamed, dropped the hostage in its arms, covered its face, and quickly retreated.

Following closely behind the second, third, fourth...

In just a few seconds, all the Forsaken had run out of the area shrouded in violet light, leaving behind even the chests containing the arcane crystals.

Their pale, bluish skin was covered with numerous nauseating sores and blisters, some of which had even burst open, oozing a strange, viscous liquid that caused any plants that were touched to wither and die immediately.

In contrast, the survivors showed no signs of discomfort. They stared wide-eyed at the incredible scene, as if trying to figure out what had happened.

However, the Forsaken leader undoubtedly knew what this light meant, and sneered with a bloodthirsty look: "The Violet Barrier of Dalaran? Very well, living mage, you have successfully angered me. From now on, be careful of the daggers coming from behind you at all times. I swear I will personally slit your throat and enjoy your screams and howls before you die."

"Heh, save your breath for these pointless verbal threats. If I were you, I'd be thinking about how to deal with the trouble that might come next. After all, dogs that bite don't usually bark; dogs that like to bark are usually just for show." Zhang Cheng shrugged indifferently, looking like he was ready to watch the show.

As the other party mentioned, the silver spell runes on his hand were the Violet Barrier that Dalaran used to protect itself.

When Arthas led the Scourge to attack Dalaran, he suffered greatly from this thing and finally managed to complete the task assigned by the Lich King with great difficulty through a rapid raid.

Unfortunately, the Violet Barrier ultimately failed to protect Dalaran. Archimonde destroyed the magical city with unparalleled power, scattering countless runestones used to support the barrier everywhere.

While fleeing, Risen picked up some items amidst the chaos and used his seclusion to repair and modify them multiple times, making them specifically effective against the undead and demons.

Any undead or demon that enters the area shrouded in violet light will be immediately burned by powerful magical energy. If they do not leave quickly, they will soon turn into a rotten, gelatinous mass.

The only downside is that there aren't many of these magical runes, and they become completely useless after a single use, making them impossible to reuse.

Perhaps many people on the continent of Azeroth are afraid of the Forsaken's unpredictable attacks and the terrifying magical plagues they are constantly developing and improving, but as a passerby, Zhang Cheng doesn't care about these things, and he also needs to consider the consequences.

Anyway, he will leave this world soon, so as long as he doesn't disrupt the original historical process of Azeroth or attract the attention of the bronze dragons, he can do some things that he wanted to do but couldn't before.

"You will pay the price for your actions! A price that a living person simply cannot afford!"

"I'll be waiting, but only if you can resolve the current crisis first."

"We have the strongest conviction! The best fighting spirit and skills! And absolute loyalty to the Queen! So nothing can defeat us!"

"Then let's wait and see."

……

With just a few words exchanged between the two, the riders outside the woods quickly formed a circular encirclement, completely surrounding the cabin.

They were all dressed in black leather armor, their faces covered with veils, and there were between thirty and forty of them. Most of them were armed with cold weapons such as swords and shields, bows and crossbows, while two others were holding gem-encrusted staffs that emitted a blackish-purple light. It was clear at a glance that they were spellcasters.

Since becoming a mage, Zhang Cheng's perception of magical energy attributes has increased exponentially. Even from dozens of meters away, he can clearly feel the surging shadow energy within the other party's body.

Generally speaking, people who possess this kind of energy are either warlocks, shadow priests, or shadow mages, none of whom are easy to deal with.

Chapter 0013 The Terrifying Blue Fat Guy

Tension, depression...

The riders approached at an extremely slow pace, while the Forsaken quickly formed a small defensive formation back to back.

Despite lacking both the long spears necessary to counter cavalry and the massive tower shields to protect against horse collisions, they never showed the slightest fear throughout.

Perhaps for them, who have already had far more terrifying experiences, there is nothing in this world to fear or be afraid of, not even death.

Zhang Cheng stood on the second-floor balcony, silently observing the every move of this group of uninvited guests.

Even though he didn't know much about melee combat, he knew that the other side was using psychological tactics, trying to create an atmosphere of fear by using the unparalleled speed and impact of warhorses in most people's minds.

Once the enemy panics or turns to run away, they will immediately launch an attack and complete a classic chase within minutes.

Unfortunately, the riders' psychological tactics were misdirected today. The Forgotten Ones, who knew nothing of fear, remained cautiously in formation, not giving them any opportunity to exploit.

Seeing that his mental tactics were ineffective, a man riding a brown warhorse suddenly raised his arm and swung it forward forcefully: "Attack!"

"Charge!"

"kill!"

"Die, you undead!"

……

Amidst deafening shouts of battle, the man in black suddenly spurred his horse to accelerate, charging straight ahead.

Leading the charge was a bald, burly man wielding two broadswords like a lawnmower, instantly decapitating a Forsaken. The pungent embalming fluid and the severed head flew high into the air, marking the beginning of the midnight melee.

As expected, the hatred between the living and the dead has long surpassed everything, even omitting verbal insults; they will fight to the death whenever they meet.

Of course, for Zhang Cheng, the more casualties on both sides, the better for him; it would be best if both sides perished and everyone died.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that while the Forsaken were tenacious and elite, their numbers were far too few, and coupled with their lightly armed forces, they were completely unable to withstand the repeated charges of the cavalry.

After several rounds, they were completely overwhelmed, and could only put up a last stand by joining forces in twos and threes.

In addition, two masked figures with black and purple staffs were hiding behind the crowd, raising their hands to perform some kind of magical ritual. Boiling shadow energy tore through space in a visible way. In less than half a minute, two deep blue energy beings squeezed through the void and entered Azeroth from another world.

They have no legs or feet, their lower bodies are completely twisted into a ball, and they float in the air only a few centimeters above the ground. Two white dots, which can be considered as eyes, are located at the top of their torsos, and their arms are as thick as a bodybuilder's thighs.

Without a doubt, this energy-based life form is none other than the famous blue Voidwalker in the game, which is also one of the most representative pets of the Warlock class.

"Oh? So they're two sorcerers..."

When Zhang Cheng saw a warlock summoning a pet for the first time, his eyes lit up slightly, and his face revealed intense excitement and curiosity.

By reading the books left behind by Rison, he learned that mages could also use certain special methods to force elemental life forms such as fire, air, earth, and water to obey their will.

However, this book only mentions it briefly and does not provide specific methods.

The process of the warlock summoning the Voidwalker today undoubtedly gave him very important inspiration.

After all, Voidwalkers are not demons in the strict sense; their essence is closer to elemental life, except that the energy they embody has changed from elements to shadow.

Without hesitation, the two summoned Voidwalkers charged toward the nearest enemy, following their master's command, and slammed their fists, each the size of a sandbag, down hard.

boom!

"Aaaaaaaahh ...

The air visibly distorted the instant the fist made contact with the target, followed by a scream like a pig being slaughtered from one of the Forsaken.

He appeared to be unharmed, but he suddenly knelt on the ground, his entire body trembling uncontrollably.

It would be hard for someone unaware of the situation to imagine how a living dead person who has lost the sense of pain could suddenly act like a fragile baby.

In fact, this is related to the Voidwalker's attack patterns.

Because they are shadow energy beings, they possess the ability to directly burn the soul of their target. Even the most determined person, when burned by shadow energy, will be tormented and will let out a painful howl.

"Hahahaha! Goodbye, you dead man!"

The bald, burly man laughed wildly as he swung his weapon and took the opportunity to behead the Forgotten One.

"Enough, Otto, don't kill all these undead. They don't need to eat or rest, but they are the best slaves. We can send them to the farm to do hard labor," the middle-aged man who had just given the order to attack suddenly commanded.

The burly man named Otto wiped the preservative solution from his sword on the corpse, turned around and gave a sword salute: "Understood, my esteemed master."

The middle-aged man nodded slightly: "Very good. Now go and gather the prisoners. Sophia, come with me. I think we should pay a visit to that mage."

"But...but Your Grace, that mage seems to have killed several of our people. Aren't you going to pursue this matter?" The young woman with her face covered hurriedly caught up to remind him.

"Pursue? Why should we pursue? Don't you understand yet? Our target was never the caravan, but this elusive undead raider. According to intelligence from Tarren Mill, High Governor Dassaria has a limited force. Once we eliminate his raiding squad, he'll be deaf and blind. Eventually, at the right moment, we can launch an attack, drive the undead out of Hillsbrad Foothills, and then use it as a springboard to capture Southshore..."

The middle-aged man, referred to as the Duke, offered an explanation with a half-smile.

As he said this, he glanced meaningfully at the corpse lying in a pool of blood on the second-floor balcony, his eyes filled with mockery.

"You mean... Drew was just bait?" Sophia instinctively shuddered.

She simply couldn't believe that Drew, whom many considered the next generation's successor, had been so easily discarded as a pawn.

"Hehe, whether he is bait or not is not up to me to decide, but up to him to decide."

If he hadn't been so arrogant, greedy, and ambitious, and had used his brain more, learned a little self-control, and retained a sense of awe, how could he have ended up in this predicament?