Spellcasting Heavens

"Want to go to the rescue? It's not that easy! Go, chase after me and get rid of those pesky little mice. As for this living mage, leave it to me to deal with it." Said, the duvet holding the staff The Forgotten tightened the reins, slowing down the speed of the death warhorse, revolving around Zhang Cheng, his eyes glowing with a strange red light.

Obviously, she is the leader of this ambush team, and she is also a powerful flame-specialized mage. The shock wave just now is the best proof.

If the horses hadn't suffered most of the damage, Zhang Cheng believed that it was absolutely impossible for him to suffer just a few bruises and bruises, and he might even lose half of his life.

Under the threat of death, his nerves quickly tightened, he didn't dare to be distracted at all, and he couldn't take his hands to stop the other two Forsaken from chasing Garrick, old George and little Jenny. Hopefully the three of them can run faster, at least rush into Dalaran's warning range before being killed.

"Hehe, why, are you worried about your friend?" The necromancer raised the corners of his mouth with a playful expression on his face.

It can be seen that she likes to torture the opponent's spirit before starting a battle, so that she can't concentrate on the battle.

You must know that the battle between mages is no better than that of warriors and thieves. In many cases, muscle memory can replace the brain to make judgments. They need to make more careful observation to confirm what spells the opponent will release next, so as to take precautions and counterattacks in advance.

This also means that any distraction will lead to a mistake in judgment. The mage does not have the strong physique and vigorous vitality of a warrior, so the result of a mistake in judgment is death.

Although Zhang Cheng has only become a mage for a few days, he is very aware of his own strengths and weaknesses, and responded with a sneer: "Sorry, I am disappointed, they are not my friends. To be exact, we have only known each other for less than two days. , without the kind of deep friendship you imagine, even if they are killed, I will not be sad, at most sigh the impermanence of fate. After all, mortals will die, and I will use my own power to make their death meaningful significance."

"Oh? You seem very confident? Don't you realize the huge gap in strength between us?" The necromancer gently waved the staff in his hand, releasing a small dark red magic vortex.

Through this vortex, even people who don't understand magic can clearly feel the pure fire element energy contained in it. One of the criteria for measuring a mage's strength is the purity of his magic power.

Because energy purity can greatly increase the power of spells.

Taking fireball as an example, the higher the degree of pure magic power of the caster, the higher the temperature of the flame, and the stronger the shock wave generated by the explosion;

Frostbolt is just the opposite. The higher the degree of purity of magic power, the lower the temperature of the Frostbolt, and the hardness of the ice increases greatly, and it can even pierce shields instantly.

There is no doubt that Zhang Cheng's current magical power is only half of the enemy's. According to the game, the opponent's mage level is at least ten levels higher than his.

Even if he used the flame protection enchantment, he couldn't resist the fire spells fired by the opponent several times.

Generally speaking, with such a huge gap in strength, any resistance is futile, and it is better to just wait for death to be happy.

However, Zhang Cheng still has a hole card, a hole card that can directly kill the opponent despite taking risks.

This trump card is a silver rune stone hidden in his large robe. As long as the rune stone is inserted into the opponent's body and the violet enchantment is activated, the violent magic energy will completely destroy an undead in just a few seconds. A creature, even if it is a thick-skinned abomination.

Seeing that Zhang Cheng neither spoke nor gave up his intention to resist, the Necromancer spread his hands regretfully: "Okay, it seems that you are a stubborn guy. In that case, let the game begin."

As soon as the voice fell, a dazzling red flame suddenly appeared in her hands.

Zhang Cheng, who had been waiting for a long time, gave the opponent a magical countermeasure without thinking.

Although the difference in strength between the two was a bit large, the countermeasure still took effect.

Under the influence of a magical turbulent flow, the fire from the necromancer's hand completely lost control, exploded with a bang, and took a few steps back in embarrassment. Casts any spell related to fire.

But she didn't panic, instead she laughed and praised: "Fantastic! A wonderful countermeasure, but unfortunately, it can't make up the gap between us. Even if I don't use my best flame magic, You are also doomed to fail."

"Don't be a liar, dear undead lady, I know it's not too far from Dalaran. If you don't move a little faster, the archmage of the Kirin Tor Council may be teleported at any time." Zhang Cheng provokes and does not move The voice moved forward.

His plan was to first shorten the distance between the two to a place where the Blink technique could reach, and then insert the rune into the maggot-covered mouth of the other party with lightning speed.

There is only one chance!

He had to be extra cautious and never let the other party realize his true intentions.

"Don't worry, living person, I promise you will be turned into a corpse before the archmages of Dalaran arrive. Of course, out of admiration for you, I decided to put you Bring the corpse back to the Undercity to resurrect and become one of us. The Queen of Darkness always welcomes talented people to join the Forsaken." After speaking, the Necromancer slowly raised his right hand.

She saw that the lavender rays of light were getting stronger and stronger at her fingertips, and in the blink of an eye, several **** of light drew beautiful tracks in the air, flying straight towards Zhang Cheng's location.

Arcane Missiles!

Zhang Cheng recognized this simple but deadly spell at a glance!

Unlike most spells that require time to prepare, Arcane Missiles do not require preparation, but require the mage to concentrate and guide them after they are released, ensuring that the missile will follow the target until it hits.

He was still thinking about how to divert the opponent's attention when he saw this scene, and he was overjoyed. Immediately, a flash came to him, and he shoved the rune into the opponent's mouth: "Rest in peace, ma'am, this duel is about I won."

The next second...

The silver rune burst out with powerful energy, and the brilliant violet light formed a small magical enchantment in just a few seconds.

And the necromancer didn't even react. Under the burning of magic energy, it turned into a disgusting gelatinous substance, and it also exuded a pungent smell.

As for the magic missile that lost the guidance of the mage, it quickly dissipated in the air without a trace.

Watching the tragic death of the enemy, Zhang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, and muttered to himself in a voice that only he could hear: "Arrogance is a poison, especially for mages. It seems that I have to remind myself all the time. Be humble and never make a similar mistake. Thank you, my enemy, for giving me a good negative lesson..."