Spellcasting Heavens

Passing through the endless golden wheat fields, the convoy soon came to a small town surrounded by a wooden fence. Although it looked a bit simple on the surface, the towering arrow towers around it and a large number of patrolling militia proved that this place is not that kind of arbitrary. Mermaid country town, but an armed fortress.

Of course, due to the limitations of funds and metal smelting technology, most of the militia's equipment is not very good, most of them are leather armor and inlaid armor, and their weapons are basically spears, bows and arrows, and only a few elites are equipped with metal armor and long swords.

However, as a defensive side, such strength is enough to give the Forsaken a headache, at least until the army is assembled on a large scale, there is no good way to take it here.

After all, once they start to build up their armies, the alliance will not turn a blind eye, and the result will be a large-scale war.

Neither Thrall, the great chieftain of the tribe, who has always been known for his wisdom, nor Sylvanas, the dark queen who is full of thoughts of revenge against the Lich King, would not allow such a situation to happen.

Perhaps continuous harassment, sneak attacks, creating an atmosphere of tension and panic, and letting the local residents flee by themselves is the best course of action the Forsaken can take.

"Stop here! Please identify yourself!"

As soon as the carriage came to the gate, the guards standing high raised their bows and arrows and shouted loudly.

"Hey! Frank! Relax! It's me!" The young man in the lead raised his head and waved his hand vigorously.

"Garrick? Didn't you go out on patrol? God! How are you injured? No, where did the weapons and armor on your shoulders come from?" , quickly ran to the front.

The young man named Garrick threw the spoils on the ground, opened his arms and gave him a warm hug, and then replied with a big laugh: "Bless the Holy Light! You may not believe it, I met two damned people today. Undead. Look, this is a souvenir they left for me, if I hadn't met this kind mage, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to come back alive."

"Two undead?! Let me see!" Frank snatched away the armor and weapons, carefully identifying the badges and patterns on them.

After about a minute or two, he stood up and said in a very serious tone: "That's right! It's a member of the Tarren Mill commando. This is the fourth attack this week. It seems that the mayor was right. They really want to do something about our food reserves."

"No! More than that! The mage told me that those **** are testing us for a new magical plague." Garrick said angrily the truth that he only learned not long ago.

He couldn't imagine how terrible the consequences would be if a plague like Stratholme broke out in the town.

At that time, his relatives, friends, and companions will all be out of control under the infection of the plague, and finally have to kill them by himself. The most tragic thing in the world is this.

For a while, the young man seemed to understand a little bit how much pain and suffering the Prince of Arthas felt in his heart when he issued the order to massacre the city.

It's no wonder that he finally chose to fall into the darkness and kill the dread king Melganis. Only in this way can he give an account to his inner self, and to those relatives and friends who died tragically...

"Plague?! You mean that what the undead throw at us is a magical plague?!" Frank's mouth widened in surprise.

"Yes! Plague! I'm not too sure about the specifics, so let the mage explain to the mayor. He did a test just now and let a sparrow **** a little green mist, and the sparrow's body doubled in size. , become extremely aggressive. Can you imagine what would happen if our people or livestock accidentally ate contaminated food?"

In order to let his companions realize the seriousness of the problem, Garrick said everything he knew without reservation.

"If that's the case, then go and see the mayor. Finally, thank you for saving my friend, Mr. Mage. This magic ring is the trophy of my accidental killing of a psychic who suffered heavy casualties. I will give it now. As a thank you," Frank said as he took out a ring that glowed purple from his pocket.

Although the surface of the ring is densely covered with scratches due to improper maintenance, the gem is still bright.

Zhang Cheng took it in his hand and briefly identified it, and found that it was a Ring of Violet, a reward awarded to full members by the Kirin Tor Council, which is also proof of identity.

Its function is to improve the wearer's intelligence and mana recovery speed. There is one of Risen's relics, and this one just makes up a pair.

Obviously, the dead necromancer must have been a member of the Kirin Tor Council during his lifetime, but he was forcibly awakened after his death.

Without any hesitation, Zhang Cheng directly put the second Violet Ring on his right index finger, feeling the magic energy gather around him faster than before, a hint of joy appeared on his face, and he touched his chest with one hand and bowed slightly: "Thank you so much, this ring is very useful to me."

"You're welcome, you deserve it. Oh, almost forgot, the Mayor of Burnside is holding a council in the town hall right now to discuss how to deal with the increasing attacks, and you'd better tell the council before it's over. Everyone announces this bad news, and there are always some guys in the province who say we are making a fuss. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

"No problem, this is exactly one of the two purposes I came to town for. As for the other, it is naturally steaming food and a soft bed." Zhang Cheng teased in a half-joking tone.

"Hahahaha! I promise, you will get the best food and bed later, and maybe there will be a warm and beautiful **** the bed." Frank also laughed happily.

After a simple goodbye, the group, led by Garrick, walked straight to the tallest building in the town.

After Old George entrusted the convoy to a coachman, he followed closely behind with his little daughter and a small box full of arcane crystals. After experiencing the shock last night, he secretly made up his mind that wherever Zhang Cheng went, Where does he follow.

It is estimated that in his subconscious, only powerful magic can protect his life and property.

Zhang Cheng was keenly aware of this, but he didn't say anything and let the other side follow.

Just when he just arrived at the door of the town hall, he suddenly heard a fierce quarrel coming from inside.

"Bastard! What did you just say? Repeat it again!"

"Repeat! I'm just stating the truth. You Burnside have been carried away by hatred and what we need to be busy now is not the undead, but the autumn harvest. If you continue to collect the militia, we will There are not enough people to harvest the food."

"Are you blind? Can't see the attack of the undead? Let me tell you! Since last month, the number of their attacks has been increasing, and now they even dare to come out in broad daylight. Could it be that food is more important than life? ?"

"I'm not blind! But if we can't store enough grain in the fall, what will happen next year? Air?"

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