Spellcasting Gods

It was her first time doing something like this, and her heart was pounding. Within seconds, her back was soaked with sweat.

tension!

disturbed!

Panic!

Sansa didn't know how she felt at that moment, but she was willing to pay any price to go home, back to Winterfell, where she was born and raised, even if it meant getting her hands stained with blood.

To ensure the soup in the bowl reached the right person, she gave the maid in charge of delivering the dishes specific instructions.

About three to five minutes later, the soup with added ingredients was placed in front of Zhang Cheng...

Chapter 0175 Poisoning (Part 2)

"So, what did you glean from that ancient scroll?" Tyrion asked without looking up as he sipped the hot soup that had just been served.

As a well-read man, he was well aware of the long history of the Alchemists' Guild in King's Landing, and also knew that many people had tried to find out how to make wildfire, but for some reason, no one had ever succeeded.

Even those who have read the contents of the scrolls still don't understand how those mysterious spells work.

Zhang Cheng shrugged dismissively and replied, "It's nothing, just some silly tricks. The real key to making Wildfire lies in the last sentence."

"The last sentence?" Tyrion quickly put down his spoon and unrolled the scroll to read it word by word.

The last line read: The hottest flames need to be watered with blood...

He frowned instinctively and muttered uncertainly, "Using blood to extinguish the flames? Are you sure that won't put them out?"

"Hahaha! Think about it carefully. When was the Alchemists' Guild founded, and when did they start making wildfire? In fact, the method of making wildfire originated from the Targaryen family, and the Targaryen family came from the glorious Valyria. In other words, the method of making wildfire was actually invented by the Valyrians. Haven't you heard that the magical power wielded by the Valyrians is blood and fire?" Zhang Cheng explained with a loud laugh.

Before encountering the dragon sealed beneath the island, he might have thought wildfire was a mysterious magical substance, but now he understands that the so-called wildfire is actually quite similar to the method he used to create "dragon flames".

The only difference is that "Dragonfire" is a pure elemental energy, condensed with the help of mysterious substances in dragon blood, while Wildfire uses the corpses of horribly murdered humans as raw materials, obtaining terrifying power through the most cruel sacrifices in blood magic.

Because the corpses have suffered countless abuses and tortures before their death, they contain a large amount of negative emotions such as pain and resentment, making them extremely unstable. The slightest carelessness can lead to disastrous consequences.

This is why, during the time when the Targaryen family possessed dragons, wildfire rarely appeared in people's sight. However, after the dragons became extinct, it quickly became a secret weapon of the Targaryen dynasty and was frequently mentioned as a deterrent force.

“I see…” The little devil nodded thoughtfully, then pointed to the steaming soup bowl on the table and said, “Try the cooking of my new chef. His seafood soup is one of the few things that, besides alcohol, can make me happy.”

Zhang Cheng glanced down at the bowl of dark, unappetizing "dark cuisine" in front of him, the contents of which he had no idea what was in it, and his lips twitched slightly.

To be honest, he was not very impressed with the so-called "food" of Westeros. Putting aside things like "pigeon pie" that sounded a bit creepy, even the most ordinary broth and roast whole pig were filled with strange ingredients, such as deer antler powder and honey. You would never want to eat a second bite after the first bite.

Most of the time when he attends banquets, he mainly eats fresh fruit and resolutely avoids cooked food.

Tyrion, unaware of Zhang Cheng's thoughts, urged him repeatedly, "Drink it while it's hot! I guarantee you'll love it."

"Okay, I'll give it a try." Zhang Cheng picked up the spoon and took a small sip.

After much hesitation, he finally decided to take a sip first, since it wouldn't kill him anyway.

There was no strange taste or random seasonings, only the freshness of unidentified clam meat and shrimp, and the black part was soft seaweed.

In no time, Zhang Cheng finished the soup in his bowl, then stood up and said to the little devil, "It tasted good. If you don't have anything else, I'll take my leave. It's still early, so I need to see Joffrey. He's been writing to me nonstop."

“Joffrey?” Tyrion was taken aback for a moment, then complained with disgust, “Damn it! You shouldn’t have taught him those dangerous powers! You know, not long after you left, he used the magic ring you gave him to burn six poor servants alive, making everyone in the Red Keep feel insecure, afraid of becoming the next victim.”

"Oh? He's already able to skillfully control the ring and unleash scorching flames?" Zhang Cheng's eyes revealed a look of surprise.

It's important to know that the ring he crafted for Joffrey was actually an extremely unstable experiment. If the user didn't have enough talent and control, all sorts of unexpected situations would quickly occur, and it could even lead to the user's tragic death.

But Joffrey was fine; not only did he avoid any accidents, but he also controlled himself quite well, which shows that he has very good talent and physique.

Of all the people Zhang Cheng had encountered so far, he had only seen this talent in Daenerys Targaryen, the last direct descendant of the Targaryen family.

"Don't even mention it! At first, he could only release a flame the size of a fingernail through the ring, but later, for some reason, the flames he released got bigger and hotter, and now he can roast a horse to a crisp in half a minute. Even my father is having a headache over this and is planning to discuss it with you. Also, the news that you have a dragon reached King's Landing a couple of days ago, so you'd better be prepared."

Tyrion had no intention of hiding anything and openly told everyone he knew.

Perhaps he resented Tywin's extremely unfair attitude, or perhaps he intended to use Zhang Cheng's power to reclaim his own rights. In any case, this time he did not choose to stand on the Lannister family's side.

"I understand. Thank you, my dear friend. I owe you one. If you encounter any trouble in the future, feel free to come to me anytime, and I'll help you take care of it." After saying this, Zhang Cheng bowed slightly and quickly left the little devil's residence.

He was completely unaware that no sooner had he left than Sansa tied a bright red strip of cloth to a pillar on the second-floor balcony.

Upon seeing this, two cloaked figures hiding in the shadows immediately followed at a distance, neither getting too close nor too far away.

After following for about ten minutes, when Zhang Cheng disappeared into a sparsely populated alley, the two immediately separated, blocking the narrow alley completely from one in front and the other behind.

Zhang Cheng stopped abruptly, turned around, and asked expressionlessly, "Who sent you? If you reveal the mastermind, I might consider letting you die a quick death..."

Chapter 0176 Poisoning (Part 2)

"Hmph! You really are as arrogant as the rumors say!"

One of the people, wearing a dark red cloak, sneered as he removed his hood, revealing a stunningly beautiful face.

Without a doubt, she was a woman, and a very beautiful one at that, especially her two deep, weathered eyes, which seemed to see through everything in the world and radiated an incredible charm from within.

However, Zhang Cheng noticed not only her beauty and temperament, but also the ruby ​​at the end of the necklace hanging around her neck.

The powerful magical energy contained within is imperceptible only to the blind; even a slightly sensitive ordinary person could sense how extraordinary this gem is.

After a moment's hesitation, he immediately curled the corners of his lips and teased in a slightly playful tone, "The priestess of R'hllor? You wouldn't happen to be Melisandre, would you?"

“Melissandra? No, don’t compare me to her. I am the Lord of Light’s first follower and most loyal servant. My faith in him is as unwavering as steel.” The woman said as she slowly walked forward.

She was completely unarmed and unprotected, seemingly unafraid of any potential close-quarters combat.

"The first follower? You are Jinwala!" Zhang Cheng's pupils suddenly contracted.

If we were to ask who among all the characters in the entire A Song of Ice and Fire story is the most mysterious and possesses the strongest magical abilities, it would definitely not be the Red Witch Melisandre, who occupies a large portion of the story, but rather the First Priestess of R'hllor before us.

Because no one knows how long she lived, and there are no books or rumors that record how she became a priestess of the King of Light, the only thing known is that the religious belief system of the King of Light began to spread after her appearance.

"Oh? You know my name!" Jinwala raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“Of course! I not only know your name, but I also know that you’ve been keeping an eye on Daenerys’s movements. Can you tell me, instead of staying obediently in Volantis waiting for the so-called Child of Prophecy, what are you doing here in King’s Landing?” Zhang Cheng asked tentatively, narrowing his eyes.

Jinwala gently stroked the ruby ​​necklace hanging around her neck and replied with a smile, "Is there even a question? The facts are already laid bare! I'm here to kill you. Don't worry, I'll be quick; you won't even have time to feel the pain before you breathe your last."

"Hahahaha! Kill me? Are you sure?" Zhang Cheng laughed wildly.

Perhaps a few hours ago, he would have had to proceed with caution in this situation to prevent his remaining arcane energy from being completely depleted.

But now, he not only has abundant new energy within him, but he can also continuously absorb it from the surrounding air. In addition, with the various powerful damaging spells invented by the magic kingdom of Dalaran, he could destroy an army single-handedly without any problem.

powerful!

He had never been so certain that the power he possessed was enough to defeat any enemy that stood in his way!

While his strength might only be considered mid-to-lower level on Magic Earth and in Azeroth, in the world of A Song of Ice and Fire, apart from the enormous dragon sealed underground that cannot leave, no one can defeat him.

“Aha! It seems you haven’t noticed yet, have you?” Jinwala leaned forward slightly, a mocking expression on his face.

"What do you mean?!" Zhang Cheng subconsciously sensed that something was wrong and immediately frowned.

"Take a good look at your body and see if you can still use those interesting spells..." Jinwala continued, teasing him like a cat playing with a mouse.

Without any hesitation, Zhang Cheng hurriedly tried to extract energy to shape the spell.

However, at the very moment of extraction, he suddenly found that, for some reason, he could not control the energy stored in his body, as if something had severed his connection with the energy.

"Damn it! What did you do to me?" Zhang Cheng shouted, barely suppressing the urge to draw his demon sword and cut the other person in two.

This was the first time he had ever lost his ability to cast spells since he gained magical powers, and he was filled with tension and anxiety.

Jinwala shrugged smugly. "It's nothing. I just added a special ingredient to the soup you drank earlier. Remember, always remain humble before the Lord of Light; his power is beyond your reach. Alright, enough chit-chat. Now I'm going to kill you. Don't misunderstand, personally, we have no conflict, but you are an uncertain factor, and I must eliminate you to ensure the prophecy is fulfilled."

"Who kills whom is still uncertain! If you think that without magic I'm just a lamb to the slaughter, you're sorely mistaken." Zhang Cheng slowly drew the Soul-Binding Messenger from his waist, preparing for battle.

To be honest, if he could, he really didn't want to unleash the full power of this demonic sword. Every time he did, he could clearly feel his consciousness and way of thinking drifting towards a darker direction.

In other words, this sword will erode the soul without the wearer realizing it, making it more sinister and evil.

“No, you’re wrong. I never meant to belittle you. On the contrary, I value you highly, which is why I brought an assistant with me.” With that, Jinwala gestured to the person blocking the other end of the alley.

Without saying a word, the latter immediately drew a short sword that was blazing with intense heat and charged forward at an extremely fast speed.

Because of his speed and the red cloak, he looked like a blazing flame.

"You're courting death!" Zhang Cheng was not fooled by the fiery red scene before him. He suddenly raised his longsword and made a thrusting motion.

He believed that the enemy's short sword was definitely not as long as his own, so if they were to fight, the opponent would be the first to get hurt.

But when the cloaked figure rushed closer, he realized how terribly wrong he had been…

The moment the Soul-Binding Messenger's sharp blade pierced the opponent's body, a blinding flash of light appeared, and then the sword passed through unimpeded, without encountering any resistance.

But the enemy's flaming dagger drew ever closer, pressing against his vulnerable throat.

As a mage, Zhang Cheng quickly realized that the mysterious creature in front of him was not human at all, but rather an aggregate of some kind of fire element.

He made a quick decision, not choosing to continue the fight, but instead rolled twice to avoid vital areas.

Even so, his shoulder was still severely burned, emitting a burnt smell.

Even more frightening is that the burned area feels no pain at all, which means that the flames may have contained some unknown toxin...

Chapter 0177 The True Form of the Demon Sword (Part 1)

"How are you feeling now? Can't you feel any pain at all? Don't worry, it won't be long before the power from the Heart of the Holy Flame completely purifies you from body to soul. No one can interfere with the reincarnated Azor Ahai, and no one can stop him from fulfilling the final prophecy." Jinvara raised his chin, prematurely declaring victory.

"You've made a mistake, woman, a huge mistake you simply cannot afford to make..."

Feeling the eerie sensation emanating from the burned area, Zhang Cheng's face immediately darkened, and his two black eyes flashed with a chilling light.

In particular, the black mist on the surface of the magic sword held by the long-armed man seemed to be getting thicker and thicker, and occasionally one could even clearly see those painful, distorted, and desperate faces.

Having already transformed the souls of many dead into undead, the Soul Reaper's abilities are no longer as simple as a sword.

If the wielder is willing to make some evil promise, the sword will immediately reward the wielder with immense power, agility, and stamina. It can also unleash all the imprisoned undead in one go to attack indiscriminately, creating a barren wasteland of death.

Taking King's Landing as an example, Zhang Cheng only needs to kill all the residents within a few streets nearby, and he will immediately gain an army of undead, and the Dark Guardian's class level will also increase rapidly.

While physical attacks may be difficult to harm elemental creatures, necromancers are much better off. Composed entirely of negative energy, they are the mortal enemies of all creatures with positive energy, including fire.

Kinvara, clearly unaware of the terrifying nature of the Soul Reaper, chuckled and mocked, "Mistake? No, I don't think I made a mistake. The one who really made a mistake is you. You shouldn't have shown up, much less become a troublemaker. Perhaps you don't quite understand who was providing me with information, or who had Sansa Stark poison you?"

"Please don't insult my intelligence. Right now, in all of King's Landing, there's only one person Sansa can obey: Littlefinger Petyr Baelish. Clearly, he betrayed me, betrayed the covenant we made together. But it doesn't matter. After I've dealt with you, I'll go to him myself and show him what happens when you anger a powerful spellcaster. I'll slowly thwart his years-long conspiracy and make him taste the pain of losing power, wealth, fame, and status."