Spellcasting Heavens

Seeing someone approaching his position, Garrick immediately struggled and tried to stand up.

But the severe pain made him unable to maintain his balance at all. After trying several times, he finally sat back helplessly, and said bitterly to himself: "Okay, I think I am half disabled now, follow me to check. The woman with the wound described that for at least half a month, I will not be able to fight or engage in heavy physical labor, and if the curse cannot be completely purified, then I will be amputated."

"Amputation? Is it that serious?" Zhang Cheng subconsciously frowned.

Although he had expected that the black arrows shot by the Forsaken elites were absolutely unusual, he never expected that it would be severe enough to amputate his limbs.

You must know that this is the magical kingdom of Dalaran. If even the mages of the Kirin Tor Council can't do anything, then the progress of the Forsaken's research on curses is too terrifying.

"It's only possible, it depends on the recovery in the next week or so. In addition, she also recommended a powerful dispelling potion against the curse, but a small bottle costs 70 silver coins, where can I afford it." Garrick sighed and explained.

As a young farmer and militiaman in a small rural area, what he saw most in his life was dirty copper plates, and he only got a few silver coins when he paid his salary.

As for the Lordaeron gold coin with the image of Terenas Menethil II, he had never seen it in his life.

"Hahahaha! Relax, any problem that can be solved with money is not a problem. Here, I have some money here, you can use it to heal the injury first."

Knowing that the opponent's curse was not a technical problem, but lack of money, Zhang Cheng laughed and took out a few gold coins from his pocket and stuffed it into the opponent's hand.

He only received Risen's inheritance not long ago. The gold and silver coins alone filled a leather pocket with hundreds of coins, so he was not short of money at all. At least when he was in Azeroth, he did not need to pay for Money worries.

"No! No! No! How can this work!" Feeling the cold touch from his palm, Garrick pushed the gold coin back with a flushed face.

Maybe it was because of self-esteem, or maybe it was because of embarrassment. In short, this young man in his twenties seemed to be psychologically resistant to accepting gifts from others.

"Okay, don't talk nonsense, just take it for you. Remember, heal the injury as soon as possible, maybe it won't be long before we return to town to solve the plague problem." Zhang Cheng couldn't help but shoved the money into the The other party's pocket, then turned and left the "Hero's House" hotel.

He is also very young, and he understands that people in their teens and twenties are often stupid, and sometimes they even value their dignity more than life.

Standing on the slightly empty street in Dalaran, Zhang Cheng had a staff inlaid with fiery red crystals in his hand at some point.

Undoubtedly, this is the "Businessman's Ambition" quest reward, which is produced from the famous Flint Staff of the Dead Mine dungeon in the game.

What he didn't understand was how this thing was delivered to him, and why he didn't notice it at all.

Just when he lowered his head and pondered whether he had missed any details, a portal suddenly appeared in front of him, and within a second, an irresistible suction force dragged him in.

Darkness, starlight, colorful swirls, before he could figure out what happened, the whole person appeared in the center of the round table with six chairs.

I saw that four of the six chairs were empty, and only two chairs were seated, one of which was the Archmage Ansrem Luinweivor, and the other was reserved. Beautiful woman with long blond hair.

Although he looks very young, his whole body exudes surging magic, as if it is completely integrated with the water element, and with a pair of eyes full of wisdom, I believe that no matter where he goes, he will be the focus of others' attention.

"Uh... Your Excellency the Archmage, is there any important thing for you to summon me so soon?" Zhang Cheng pretended to be innocent and asked cautiously.

Ansrem Ruinweiver glanced at the woman sitting opposite him, and nodded lightly: "Yes, I need you to explain your views on the Forsaken's research on the new magic plague, so that a certain Some people with illusions understand that there is no such thing as peace between us and the tribe, at least they have no intention of coexisting with us."

"Young mage, please don't pay attention to Ruinweivor's words, you just need to say what you know. I always firmly believe that orcs are not monsters. They have the right to survive in this world just like us. ." The woman interrupted suddenly.

"Who are you?" Zhang Cheng turned to the other side with a puzzled expression.

"Jaina, Jaina Proudmoore." The woman said her name with a smile.

Boom!

Zhang Cheng's head seemed to be hit hard by a hammer.

He couldn't believe in his dreams that he had seen the savior of the human world in Azeroth so quickly. Girlfriend, the heroine who obsessed the blood elf prince Kael'thas Sunstrider, Jaina Proudmoore.

For a moment, he actually forgot what he should say, and he froze in place.

However, Jaina seemed to be used to similar situations. She crossed her hands and dragged her chin, teasing in a slightly playful tone: "Why, did you forget to say Common Tongue? It's okay, speak the Darnassian language of the high elves. Well, you know, I'm fluent in nine languages."

"Hehe, you really know how to joke, I'm just a little surprised that Jin actually appeared in Dalaran." Zhang Cheng, who had recovered, hurriedly smiled and bowed.

"There's no way. In order to maintain the fragile peace between the Horde and the Alliance, I have to travel frequently between the eastern and western continents." Jaina shrugged helplessly, and then her face suddenly became serious. "By the way, I heard you found out that the Forsaken are experimenting with a new plague on living people, is this true?"

"It's true! I even brought back samples. They are based in Tarren Mill and are constantly raiding the farms in the surrounding area and even trying to cut them off from the outside world. If you don't believe me, you can go there in person. Take a look." Zhang Cheng gave a positive answer without thinking.

"Damn! How could this be? How could Thrall allow such a thing to happen!" Jaina stood up suddenly and slammed her fist on the table.

"Respected Lady Proudmoore, with all due respect, Warchief Thrall may not know about the research on the new plague, and even if he knows, he cannot restrain the behavior of the Forsaken. In fact, you have never really understood the Horde. …”