Spellcasting Gods

The orc sorceress curled her lip in disdain and turned directly to Duke Fakurester, saying, "Your Excellency, I think it's necessary to seduce that young mage. In my experience, humans of this age are usually susceptible to temptation, whether it's power, wealth, authority, or riches; there's always something that can arouse the desires hidden deep within their hearts."

"Oh? My dear Marez, if I'm not mistaken, you must have another wicked plan, right?" Duke Facurest curled the corners of his mouth slightly, his face showing an expectant expression.

“That’s right! During the battle just now, I noticed that the young mage was very interested in Voidwalkers, so I have a book here that records the summoning and control of demons, which I believe will definitely pique his interest. Then, we also need a rose with thorns…”

At this point, the orc sorceress known as Marez stared meaningfully at Sophia, her implication clear.

"Bastard! I'm not a prostitute! Don't expect me to do such a degrading thing!" Sophia clearly felt insulted and clenched her fists tightly.

If it weren't for the Voidwalker accompanying the warlock, she probably would have rushed up and punched the warlock hard in the face.

“Calm down. Marez is right. I think you should make a small sacrifice for the organization. Of course, I don’t mean you have to have anything happen between you and him. For men, what they can’t have is often the best. By the way, this isn’t up to you, Marez. Do it!”

"As you wish..."

Before Sophia could react, a seductive succubus suddenly appeared in the darkness, opened her mouth, and kissed her soft lips.

In just a few seconds, her eyes began to glaze over, and then she entered a state of extreme pleasure. By the time they separated, she had completely lost herself and become his slave.

"Hehe, what a tempting little treat. My dear master, please give your orders. What do you wish her to do?"

“It’s simple, I want her to seduce a young mage.”

"Understood, as you wish."

……

Meanwhile, a caravan two kilometers away set off overnight, heading towards Dalaran.

Terrified, old George didn't want to stay around the cabin full of corpses for another minute. After obtaining Zhang Cheng's permission, he quickly organized the coachmen and moved all the books and boxes in the room onto the carriage.

As for Zhang Cheng himself, he lay silently on one of the carriages and quietly took out the strange parchment scroll, on which was written: "Eyes in the Darkness quest completed. You have gained the professional skill - Alchemy."

"Just like last time, the relevant knowledge was directly implanted into my brain. Now I can concoct some simple magic potions." He muttered to himself as he read through his memories.

Unlike in games where you can learn a recipe and brew it directly, real magic potions require a series of professional tools, complex steps, and superb craftsmanship.

Any mistake in any step will render the entire bottle of medicine unusable.

However, his alchemy profession showed him a way to make money. At least after returning to Earth, which was both familiar and unfamiliar, he wouldn't have to continue making a living by washing dishes.

"Master... Master, please have an apple."

Just as Zhang Cheng was thinking about how to make money through alchemy, a timid voice interrupted him.

Old George's daughter, Jenny, climbed onto the carriage at some point, holding a large, red apple in her hands.

"Thank you."

Zhang Cheng politely thanked him, took a bite, looked up at the twinkling stars in the night sky, and fell asleep without realizing it.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but when he opened his eyes, the sun was already high in the sky. Just as he was about to turn over and get up, he suddenly felt something soft under his head. He turned around and saw that it was Jenny's legs.

It turns out this little guy used his own leg as a pillow all night, and now his face looks very uncomfortable. You don't even need to ask to know, it must be sore and numb...

Chapter 0017 The Dangerous Path of a Mage

"Are you awake?"

Jenny gently massaged her numb thigh while carefully greeting him.

Zhang Cheng nodded slightly: "Yes, you're awake. Tell me, why did you do this?"

As an unlucky guy who first experienced a bizarre time travel and then was chased by werewolves twice, his vigilance is far beyond that of ordinary people. Even when facing a seemingly harmless little girl, he will not let his guard down.

In his view, if someone is kind to him for no reason, they must have some ulterior motive, which may be good or bad, and he must find out as soon as possible.

The girl was clearly taken aback by Zhang Cheng's directness. She stood there stunned for a long time, stammering before finally replying in a voice barely above a whisper, "I want to learn magic from you..."

"Learn magic? Hahahaha! How could you have such a strange idea?"

Upon hearing the other party's purpose, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but burst into laughter.

According to Risen's memory, becoming a qualified mage is no easy task.

To be precise, it is an extremely dangerous thing. Even though the Kirin Tor Council has established a complete set of security and defense mechanisms, countless students still die every year from various accidents.

It is said that out of a hundred apprentices, usually only one-third to one-half can safely complete the apprenticeship period. The rest either disappear without a trace or are exposed to violent magical energy, suffering severe physical or mental damage, becoming idiots or cripples.

It can be said that embarking on the path of magic is equivalent to having one foot on the line between life and death. You never know what will happen in the next second, nor whether you will be able to live to become a true mage.

"Huh? Is it strange to want to learn magic?" Jenny's mouth dropped open, her face showing an incredulous expression.

She was clearly unaware of the dangers of learning and researching magic; she simply longed to gain that powerful ability.

Zhang Cheng shrugged and explained in a rather helpless tone, "Okay, it seems I need to give you a basic lesson on learning magic."

First and foremost, and this is also a prerequisite for becoming a mage, you must be intelligent enough to be qualified to undergo the tests of the archmages. Generally speaking, this step alone can eliminate more than 90% of the candidates.

Secondly, learning magic is unlike learning other skills; it is dangerous, extremely dangerous, so dangerous that even the slightest mistake can trigger a massive disaster. For apprentices with no means of self-defense, a mistake means death. Are you prepared to face death?

Finally, and most importantly, why do you yearn to learn magic? What do you plan to do with it?

Is it merely a desire for power?

If that's the case, Warrior, Paladin, Priest, and Rogue can all satisfy you. At least you don't have to worry about losing your life at any time while learning these four professions.

If you're just curious, then I advise you to give up on that idea.

Learning magic and using magic are both very serious matters, and there is no room for jokes.

Amidst a barrage of questions, Jenny was completely stunned. Still just a little girl, she had no idea how to answer, and hadn't even considered these serious and terrifying questions.

Seeing the little guy sitting there looking lost, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but smile and shake his head. He stood up and shouted to the coachman in front, "Hey! Excuse me, where are we now? How far are we from Dalaran?"

"Your Excellency, we are currently on our way to the farm. If all goes well, we will be able to have a hot meal before sunset. As for Dalaran, it will be at least three more days' journey." The weary coachman removed his hat, bowed, and answered respectfully.

Having not slept a wink all night and being terrified, he looked somewhat listless, only managing to stay alive thanks to his strong will to survive.

"Three days... Okay, I understand, thank you."

After learning the details of the itinerary, Zhang Cheng lay back down, casually grabbed a handful of unidentified nuts from the bag beside him, threw them into his mouth, and began to admire the beautiful scenery along the way.

Since it is already autumn, withered yellow leaves can be seen falling everywhere in the wind, along with some cute little animals, creating a picturesque scene.

However, before he could admire it for long, three black dots suddenly appeared on the horizon, running quickly towards the caravan. When they got a little closer, he saw that the one running in front was a human youth wearing simple leather armor and holding a bow and arrow, followed closely by two undead.

The young man ran quickly, occasionally turning around to fire an arrow. Because he wasn't aiming, the arrows' trajectories were mostly inaccurate, with most going far off course, and only two or three hitting their mark.

For the living, being shot with an arrow, even if it's not a fatal wound, can cause a series of adverse consequences such as bleeding, pain, and difficulty moving. But for the dead, it has absolutely no effect.

One of the undead, wielding a two-handed axe, was carrying two arrows, yet he moved with incredible speed.

"The Forsaken! The Forsaken! These damned bastards are attacking the farm militia again!" Old George, the caravan owner, stood up nervously and shouted.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of them." Zhang Cheng shook off the dust, raised his arm to signal the driver to stop, and then entered a state of focused concentration while casting a spell.

In just a few breaths, scorching flames erupted from his palms.

next second...

boom!

A blazing fireball hurtled past, hurtling towards the foremost undead.

"A mage?!"

The young man holding the bow and arrow was initially startled, but his face immediately lit up with undisguised joy. He rolled on the spot, avoiding the fireball's trajectory.

He had barely finished dodging when he heard a violent explosion behind him. The suffocating heat instantly burned away the hair on his skin. When he looked up again, the once lively and vigorous ghost had a large, dark crater in its chest and was lying on the ground making its last struggle before death.

"Ha! Goodbye! Dead man!" The young man grinned maliciously, drew his axe from his waist, and chopped off the man's head.

Another Forsaken, upon discovering his companion's murder, turned and ran into the depths of the forest without a word, shouting loudly in the language of the undead as he ran, whether for help or as a warning, it was unclear.

Zhang Cheng, who always believed in the saying "If you don't cut the weeds at the root, they will grow back in the spring breeze," naturally wouldn't let any enemy escape. He used Flash to catch up with his target, used Frost Nova to freeze him in place, calmly cast a Fireball to knock him down, and finally finished him off with a Flame Impact. Only after confirming that he was dead did he turn around and look the young man holding a bow and arrow up and down.

Chapter 0018 The New Plague

He had thick, short brown hair, a slightly messy beard, and two deep blue eyes that showed no sign of panic or fear. His angular face was marked with several scars, and he was about 1.8 meters tall. Although he was very young, he had clearly participated in many fierce battles, and his whole being exuded an aura of blood and fire.

As for the leather armor he was wearing, it was covered in patches, and the two rips on his chest and waist were constantly bleeding. Although they were only superficial wounds, they must have been very painful.

"Uh... Master, is there a problem with me?" The young man awkwardly stroked his beard.

He was clearly uncomfortable with being stared at, so he seemed a little flustered.

Zhang Cheng noticed this and waved his hand gently: "No, it's nothing. I just find it incredible that you could run so fast despite being injured. By the way, what's with these undead? Do they dare to attack in broad daylight?"

"Hehe, these are just minor injuries, nothing to worry about, I'm used to them."

The young man smiled innocently, then turned around and stared at the corpse on the ground, his expression quickly becoming serious.

"As for the attacks by the undead, they have only become more frequent in the last half month. Perhaps it is because of the autumn harvest. They always try to get past our guards and put a strange green potion in the granaries and livestock feed storage areas. Any grain and feed that come into contact with it will rot and spoil within an hour. I guess they want to use this method to destroy our grain reserves in large quantities and plunge us into famine."

"A strange green potion? Do you have a sample?"

Zhang Cheng suddenly recalled that the Forsaken in the game seemed to be constantly developing a new plague, located in the Arathi Highlands and Hillsbrad Foothills.

“No problem! These damned undead always carry it with them. Just search the corpses, and you’ll definitely find it.” With that, the young man bent down and began rummaging through the Forsaken’s corpse. After about half a minute, he pulled out a small brown leather bag. Opening it, he found it densely packed with translucent test tubes about the thickness of a finger. “Aha! Found it! That’s it. Mayor Burnside was planning to send someone to Dalaran in a while to find out what this thing is.”

Zhang Cheng pulled out one of the tubes and shook it gently, carefully observing the gas-liquid mixture swirling inside. After a while, he asked, "How do you deal with those rotten and spoiled grains? Do you know how people or livestock react after eating them?"

"Come on, after the Stratholme massacre, who would dare touch contaminated food? It would have been burned long ago." The young man explained as he continued to scavenge the corpses, taking everything usable, from weapons to armor.

Looking at the naked corpse, Zhang Cheng's lips twitched slightly, and he quickly suggested, "Alright, I think maybe I can give it a try. Could you help me catch a small animal like a squirrel or a rabbit?"

"Easy peasy! Give me a few minutes to prepare." The young man, having reaped a bountiful harvest, quickly packed his spoils with hemp rope and then sprang into action.

He took off his helmet, propped it up with a stick, sprinkled breadcrumbs underneath, tied a thin string to the end of the stick, and then retreated far behind a tree.

In less than two or three minutes, a sparrow swooped down from the sky and began pecking at the breadcrumbs, completely unaware of what terrible things were about to happen.

Snapped!

Taking advantage of the moment when the sparrow's attention was completely drawn to the food, the young man suddenly yanked the thin thread, and the helmet snapped shut, trapping the poor little creature inside.

He ran over in a few strides, made a small opening, reached in with his hand, and grabbed the sparrow in his palm: "Look, I caught it! Here!"

"Thank you. Now let's see what these Forsaken are up to..."

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Zhang Cheng uncorked the test tube, letting the sparrow inhale the green mist.

In less than half a minute, the sparrow's body rapidly swelled, becoming twice its previous size, and it grew sharp teeth and claws, struggling frantically in an attempt to attack.