Spellcasting Heavens

Passing through the street that was still under construction and expansion, Zhang Cheng brought two young people to the entrance of the tower, and directed at the tall arcane puppets guarding both sides, he made a straightforward request: "I want to see the archmage. Your Excellency! Immediately! Immediately!"

A light flashed across the puppet's head, and it seemed to be communicating with someone. It took about a minute or so before it responded with a metallic voice: "The master agrees to see you, but only for yourself, not including The two followers at the back."

"Okay, I see." Zhang Cheng nodded lightly, turned to Garrick and Frank and said, "Don't go anywhere, just wait for me here."

"Understood! In fact, we have nowhere else to go now. According to the courier's report, Southsea seems to be being harassed by a terrifying necromancer, and has no energy to care about other things, so Dalaran is the town's only hope. ." After that, a look of despair appeared on Frank's face.

He really can't think of what he can do next if he fails to ask for help.

Maybe it's a good choice to rush back and fight with your family and friends until you are killed or infected with the plague and become a monster...

Feeling the torment in the hearts of the two young people, Zhang Cheng comfortably patted them on the shoulders, said nothing, turned around and crossed the threshold and disappeared into the corridor.

The one time he jumped directly from the top of the tower was different. This time, he climbed more than 200 steps along the stairs in one breath, and then entered the alchemy laboratory on the top floor out of breath.

Before he could say a word of greeting, Ansrem Ruinwevor, who was standing in front of the workbench, took the lead in greeting without looking back: "Ah, you finally appeared. Come here, I have some interesting things. Something to show you."

"Interesting thing?" Zhang Cheng blinked suspiciously.

"Yes! Interesting thing! Remember those plague samples you brought back? I did a little test in my spare time. Guess what I found?" Wooden cage on the table.

I saw a black and big mouse with fierce eyes locked inside.

Unlike most mice, it didn't seem to be afraid or showed any aggression, and just stayed in the cage quietly.

Zhang Cheng walked closer, bent down and observed it carefully for a while, and asked with certainty, "This mouse seems to be a little wrong? Have you done anything to it?"

"Haha! That's right! I extracted a special ingredient from those magical plagues, which can significantly improve the intelligence of animals and strengthen their muscle tissue. Of course, the side effects are not small, and the time should be almost the same." Ansrem Luin Wever raised his head and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall.

The voice just fell!

The rat's body suddenly began to swell rapidly, breaking the cage in less than half a minute, changing from the size of an adult cat to that of a bulldog.

What's even more terrifying is that all the hair on its body fell out due to unknown reasons, revealing a **** cortex, which was exactly the same as those terrifying plague dogs in the Plaguelands, and let out a low growl.

"Damn!"

Zhang Cheng cursed in a low voice, and hurriedly stepped back several steps, he didn't want to try what would happen if he was bitten.

However, his worry was obviously a bit unnecessary. Just when the mouse was about to launch an attack, countless energy groups swept through the air in beautiful arcs, and a brain hit the target, which immediately blew it into pieces. Even the hard marble floor reinforced by magic was blasted out of dense pits.

As one of the few archmages in Dalaran, how could Ansrem Ruinwiver let a mutated rat spread wild on his own territory.

Looking at the pool of dark red sticky substance on the ground, Zhang Cheng's mouth twitched involuntarily.

Because it is also the most basic arcane missile, the power released by the opponent is at least a hundred times stronger than him. No wonder he dared to come back with more than 3,000 people under the eyes of Sylvanas, the Queen of Darkness. Rebuild Dalaran.

You must know that the Undercity is only separated from Dalaran by a lake of Lordamere. The Forsaken can reach it by water in thirty or more hours, and the reinforcements of the Alliance must at least cross the ocean to land in Nanhai Town. It took several days and nights of hasty marching to get there.

Undoubtedly, this is the confidence and confidence that power brings.

"How is it, do you see something?" Ansrem Ruinwever raised his head and asked with a half-smile.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Zhang Cheng frowned and replied, "The substance you mentioned just now seems to have overdrawn the potential of this mouse, and I think it has also given it some characteristics of other animals."

"Praiseworthy keen observation!

The archmage nodded approvingly, then picked up a small bottle of plague samples, and sighed in a deep voice: "I have to admit, the Royal Apothecary Society of the Forsaken is indeed an amazing organization, they have actually invented a kind of A technology that combines many animal characteristics.

Whether it is a human or an animal, as long as it is infected, it will immediately begin to undergo great changes in the body, and even mutate from one organism to another.

But the problem is that this kind of change is not stable. Within a few days to a few weeks, the body of the infected person will collapse because it can't bear the change.

So, in essence, this new plague is more of a failed booster than a plague, but when combined with the plague used by the original Scourge, it's a kind that can kill even the undead. Dead terror weapon.

What's even more chilling is that this plague is far from reaching its limit, and I know more than a dozen research directions that can enhance its power. "

"Then how are you going to deal with this matter?" Zhang Cheng frowned and asked tentatively.

Hearing this description, he felt more and more that the new plague was not so much a plague as it was a magical version of a genetic weapon.

Perhaps the Dreadlord intends to use the power of the Forsaken to devastated all life in Azeroth, including the Scourge of the Undead, to prepare for another invasion of the Legion.

Ansrem Ruinwevor touched the beard on his chin and considered for a few minutes, and finally said with a smile: "I am very interested in this new plague, and if possible, I would like to get its formula. "

"As it happens, I just got the news that the Forsaken are throwing a large number of plagues on the farm town not far from Dalaran. Don't you think the council should take some action?" Zhang Cheng's eyes flashed a strange light, slightly I owe a debt of advice.

"Oh? Really? How dare they do such a thing!" The Archmage's face sank, and his tone became serious.

"Do you think I would joke about this kind of thing? Two militiamen from the small town are outside the tower at the moment, you can call them at any time to ask about the specific situation." After that, Zhang Cheng walked to the window and pointed condescendingly. Refers to Garrick and Frank standing at the door...