Spellcasting Heavens

"Interesting, is this arcane energy?"

Looking at the bottle with a mysterious violet halo in it, a faint smile appeared on Zhang Cheng's face.

Although at this moment, he has not closed his eyes for more than 40 consecutive hours, but his spirit is extremely excited.

Because with the knowledge he has gathered from books, he can finally extract pure arcane energy without the help of simplified career templates.

To put it in a simple and easy-to-understand way, it is to visualize the mana in the game and form a mysterious substance that is not known as gas or liquid.

Don't think it's okay, for an Azerothian mage, being able to draw pure arcane energy means making magic items.

Taking the enchanted robes worn by many caster professions as an example, the looming arcane rune threads above are the result of special treatment of arcane energy and superior silk threads.

In addition, there are arcane runes, various spell dusts, magic light fragments, inextinguishable essences, etc., all derived from these brilliantly colored primitive arcane energies.

It can be said that if a mage masters the skills of extracting primitive arcane energy, then he will no longer have to worry about money in his life. He only needs to extract some arcane energy to sell to merchants every once in a while, and it is easy to get rich returns. .

Of course, due to the limitation of his own strength, the purity of the arcane energy extracted by Zhang Cheng is not very high, and can only be used to make some primary magic materials.

Just when he wanted to build a magic wand for himself to practice his hand according to the method recorded in the book, he suddenly heard a cluttered sound from outside the house, followed by a man shouting loudly in common language. : "Your Excellency the Mage, I'm old George, are you at home?"

"Old George?"

Zhang Cheng frowned subconsciously, looked out through the gap in the window, and found several carriages parked in the open space only a few dozen meters away from the wooden house.

The lead was a somewhat bald old man who was carrying several heavy sacks and looked at the second floor earnestly, as if waiting for a positive answer.

The other party obviously didn't know that the mage who originally lived here had been dead for a long time, and only one corpse was still lying on the bed.

Just when he was very hesitant to go out, meet these Azeroth natives, and get some information from the outside world, a few lines of small words suddenly appeared on the parchment that had not seen any movement for many days.

Task:

One, the trial of the apprentice, arrived in the magical kingdom of Dalaran within ten days, and was approved by the Kirin Tor Council. Successful completion of the reward will open the talent tree, failure will permanently close the talent.

Second, eyes in the dark, you have been targeted by a mysterious enemy. Successfully resolve this crisis and randomly reward one professional skill.

Third, the ambition of the businessman, to help old George fulfill his wish. Successful completion of the task will reward you with a flint staff, and there will be no punishment for failure.

"Hehe, what are you? A mission log?" Zhang Cheng stared at the parchment and complained in disbelief.

But unfortunately, the parchment doesn't seem to have the ability to think, so he didn't respond to his teasing. After showing the task, he quickly regained his calm.

"Well, since you want me to interact with the aborigines in this world, then I will do as you wish..."

He muttered to himself in a low voice, he quickly took off his casual clothes, took out a set of robes and boots belonging to Risen from the closet and put them on, followed by pushing the door to the balcony on the second floor. said: "Sorry, if you are looking for my teacher, I am afraid you will be disappointed. Not long ago, he left this world."

"Leave... leave this world?"

A little girl with long blond hair, her eyes showed fear from the bottom of her heart, and her whole body trembled involuntarily.

"Yes, he died, and he left a suicide note before he died. I was planning to go to Dalaran and report the news of his death to the Kirin Tor Council." With that, Zhang Cheng took out the ironic letter. The suicide note was shaken in front of everyone.

After much consideration, he decided to integrate into the world as an apprentice of Risen.

After all, twenty years from the Dark Portal, after Dalaran was devastated, Risen has lived a secluded life alone. For more than four years, it was enough for him to train a mage apprentice.

Old George was stunned, looked at the young man standing in front of him, and after a while he asked, "Since the Master is gone, can you allow us to stay here for one night? I am willing to pay you handsomely."

Zhang Cheng calmly glanced at the members of the team, and You Qi paused for a moment on the two sword-wielding warriors, and finally nodded with a pretense: "Yes! I allow you to rest in front of the wooden house, but you can't come up. I am a I like quiet people, so please reduce the noise as much as possible."

"Of course! Thank you very much! Oh, by the way, I have some small gifts here, please accept them. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

Overjoyed, old George quickly took two steps forward and raised the sack he was carrying.

"Gift?" Zhang Cheng bent down and opened the bag inexplicably, and found that it was full of bread, pies, cheese, ham, bacon, fresh fruits, vegetables and other foods.

Although it was not worth much money, it was quite attractive to him who had been eating magic bread for half a month in a row.

You must know that the bread made by the food creation technique can barely fill the stomach, but the taste and texture are not flattering, it is basically similar to sawdust.

"Some souvenirs from Nanhai Town, please don't dislike them. In fact, every time we pass by here, we will bring some to Your Excellency Risen." Old George explained graciously.

"That's it, I accept your kindness, thank you." Zhang Cheng politely thanked him, dragged the two sacks to the balcony on the second floor, and walked into the house without looking back.

He was hungry, but he didn't want outsiders to see his drooling appearance, and he also didn't want the image he finally built up to be destroyed.

"Huh... it's going well, isn't it?" Old George turned around and smiled at the two guards, followed by a gesture, signaling the coachmen to set up camp.

Under his command, after a while, the warm bonfire was lit, and everyone sat in front of the bonfire, quietly discussing what had just happened.

No one noticed at all that when the sun went down, a group of dark shadows silently surrounded the wooded hut from all directions. Put on a black face towel and join in.

For a moment, the shadow of evil shrouded the cabin, and maybe the next second, a terrible attack will happen...