Spellcasting Heavens

As we all know, the fastest running speed of a horse can reach 60 kilometers per hour, but this speed usually does not last for long, at most, it will slow down in ten seconds to half a minute.

In general, riding a horse, the speed is mostly maintained at about 20 to 30 kilometers per hour. After running for an hour or two, you will stop and rest for a while. You can travel at most between 80 kilometers and 100 kilometers in 12 hours a day. Ruthless, one hundred and fifty kilometers to two hundred kilometers can be barely achieved.

As for a BMW that travels thousands of miles a day, it is actually an exaggerated description. There is no horse that can actually run 500 kilometers a day.

Of course, the above common sense about horses only applies to the earth where Zhang Cheng was born.

As for the horses of Azeroth...

Well, in fact, in his eyes, this thing can no longer be called a horse, but a different kind of creature whose appearance is very similar to a horse.

Because the black horse under his crotch has been running fast for five and a half hours without any sign of slowing down, it seems to have an inexhaustible physical strength, no wonder it can carry a full-body plate armor Knights charge their enemies and even complete pursuit missions.

You must know that in the medieval battlefields of the earth, horses can carry heavy knights at most at a speed of 20 kilometers per hour, complete a limited number of charges, and then exhaust their energy and fall to the ground.

It's the same horse, why is there such a big difference?

After all, just from the appearance, the horses in the world of Azeroth are nothing special except for being taller, thicker, and having a stronger skeleton. strength.

Resisting the pain from the abrasion of the skin on the inner thigh, Zhang Cheng turned his head and shouted at the young man behind him, "How far are we from Dalaran?"

"It's almost two more hours of running! What, are you tired? Would you like to stop and rest for a while?" Garrick also suggested loudly.

"No, no, let's continue on our way. The closer we are to Silverpine Forest, the more vulnerable we are to being attacked by the Forsaken. On the contrary, the sooner we arrive at Dalaran, the safer we will be." Zhang Cheng shook his head vigorously and refused. the other's kindness.

It wasn't that he didn't want to stop and let his body that was about to fall apart to relax, but for some reason, there was always an ominous premonition in his heart.

It stands to reason that if the Forsaken want to use the town as a huge plague testing ground, they will inevitably send manpower to watch it 24 hours a day, and directly cut off contact with the outside world when necessary.

But now, they have run so far in one breath, but they haven't encountered an ambush, which is really unpredictable.

As there is a saying, the best way to get revenge on a person is not to kill him directly, but to let him live in fear of waiting for death all the time.

In Zhang Cheng's opinion, the reason why the Forsaken haven't launched an attack is because he wants to create a similar effect and consume his vigilance and energy, so he will not give the other party a chance.

Time flies, two hours passed in the blink of an eye...

Accompanied by the crisp sound of hoofs, the three horses galloped along the foot of the majestic Alterac Mountains towards the scenic Lake Lordamere.

Just as the violet shield that enveloped the magical kingdom of Dalaran rose on the horizon, three Forsaken, riding death horses, suddenly sprang out of the woods.

Two of them were wearing fine chain mail and holding a hunting bow made entirely of bones from unknown creatures, which looked very different from the Forsaken they had encountered before.

As half a fan of the game, Zhang Cheng noticed the marks on their chests at a glance, and immediately warned loudly: "Be careful! These two guys are members of the Don't Forgotten Elite Force - Sentinel of the Undead!"

"Dead... undead sentinel?" Old George shivered involuntarily. He tightly wrapped his arms around his daughter with one hand, while the other hand wheeled the whip and slammed it down, forcing the slightly tired mount to make a final sprint.

Anyone who knows anything about the Forsaken army will not be unaware of this secret organization that is as famous as MI7 in Stormwind City.

Most of their roles are not frontal combat, but a series of important tasks such as assassination, sabotage, and surveillance. Each of them is an elite of the elite, commanded by the Dread Demon Lord Varimathras himself, acting coldly and cruelly. Can do it.

Seeing the enemy, Garrick didn't say a word, he drew his bow and arrow, and shot an arrow at the nearest Forsaken.

"Hey, over-the-top idiot." The Forsaken sneered and sneered. He also drew his bow at a very fast speed and shot a sharp arrow with black light.

Although there was a time difference of two or three seconds between the two, the time to complete the action was almost the same.

When the two arrows collided in mid-air, dazzling golden sparks shot out, followed by the next second...

The black arrow belonging to the Forsaken effortlessly split Garrick's ordinary arrow in half from the middle, and slammed into his shoulder with a puff. In less than two or three seconds, the skin near the wound appeared. A large red, swollen and nasty sore.

"Ahhhhh!!!!!!"

Under the stimulation of severe pain ~www.readwn.com~ the young man couldn't help but let out a miserable cry, and hurriedly grabbed the reins to avoid accidentally falling off.

"Damn it!" Zhang Cheng cursed in a low voice, raised his hand to face the Forsaken who was shooting arrows just now, and released the instant skill - Flame Impact.

But what surprised him was that the opponent was not knocked away by a strong impact on the spot like the previous enemy, but after a flash of red light, it had no effect at all.

Before Zhang Cheng could figure out what happened, the last Forsaken in a black cloak suddenly accelerated and rushed to the front, followed by taking out a fiery red staff from his arms and poking at the ground.

Boom!

With him as the center, everything about four meters around was engulfed by the hot flame shock wave.

Zhang Cheng only felt dizzy for a while, his whole body rotated 360 degrees in mid-air, and finally fell down violently, rolling three or four meters on the ground before stopping.

As for the poor horse, it has become a scorched corpse beyond recognition, and it is impossible to ride at all.

"Leave me alone! Run! Run! Go to Dalaran to report!" Zhang Cheng gave the final order while struggling to get up.

He is undoubtedly very clear that if he wants to save his life and win this battle, the only way out is to do everything possible to hold back the opponent, and let old George and Garrick go to the rescue.

Although his self-confidence was slightly inflated after obtaining the arcane power, he was not stupid enough to think that he could deal with the elites of the Forsaken Sanming at the same time, and one of them was a powerful mage.

"Understood! Please persevere!" Garrick endured the pain and nodded.

He undoubtedly knew that he would not be able to help anything other than causing trouble by staying, so he rushed forward without looking back...