Spellcasting Heavens

The bright moon was in the sky, and the slightly cold night wind gently blew through the camp, causing everyone to tighten their cloaks involuntarily and leaned in front of the warm bonfire. Take a sip of Nanhai Town's specialty, a cheap, but very choking low-quality spirit.

Although according to the regulations of the caravan, no one is allowed to drink alcoholic beverages during the trip, but in practice, they always turn a blind eye, but no one will care about this if they don't drink until they become unconscious. Regulation.

After all, trading is not a safe profession in the first place, not to mention the bandits that you may encounter along the way, just the attack of various wild beasts is enough to cause a headache.

As a group of people who don't know if there is tomorrow after today, they naturally need something to relax their minds, so alcohol and tobacco naturally become an inevitable choice.

While drinking the hot soup, old George rubbed his little daughter's hair and asked with a smile, "Jenny, how did it feel to spend the night in the wilderness for the first time? Did you feel scared?"

"Well, a little…"

The girl called Jenny carefully glanced at the pitch-dark woods and clenched her neck subconsciously.

Perhaps it was because she had experienced the undead natural disaster, or she had heard too many scary stories, so she was very timid, and when she was a little bit troubled, she would act tremblingly, as if there were terrifying monsters hidden in the dark.

"Hahahaha! My lovely little Jenny, don't be afraid. Have you seen the Master Mage in the room? As long as he is there, no matter whether it is a robber or a monster, he will not dare to approach it easily. The powerful power of magic can It's not comparable to a mere sword." Old George laughed and comforted.

But just when he was about to say something, he suddenly felt a chill in his neck, and saw a sharp blade glowing with cold light. People died on the spot.

"Don't move! Don't make a sound! Otherwise I'll kill you!" A low voice warned.

"I didn't move! Don't touch my daughter! Do you know who the goods you are looting belong to?" Old George obviously had experienced a similar situation, and hurriedly raised his hand to show that he had no resistance, while trying to use words intimidate each other.

Because he noticed that in just a few seconds, more than a dozen masked men left the dark shelter, took down all the drivers, and the two guards he hired disappeared.

After calming down a little and thinking about it for a few seconds, I can think that the caravan has been targeted since the moment it left Nanhai Town.

The only thing he didn't understand was why these men in black had to wait until now to do it. Don't they fear the power of magic?

"Hum! I advise you to be less clever! Of course we know what this shipment is, and it's the mages in Dalaran who need them. But so what? You thought we'd be afraid of a bunch of people huddled in magic shields. A bereaved dog?" The masked man sneered and sneered as he walked to one of the carriages and accurately found the delicate small wooden box hidden in the mezzanine.

With little effort, he knocked on the lock with ease. The moment the lid was opened, the dazzling brilliance immediately stabbed everyone's eyes.

Pieces of crystals the size of a baby's fist exude colorful magic, as if they can **** a person's soul into it.

"My God! Arcane... Arcane crystals! There are really Arcane crystals! We've made a fortune!" Another masked man clenched his fists excitedly.

If there is any mineral that is the most valuable in the continent of Azeroth, then the non-arcane crystal is none other than arcane crystal. Compared with it, all gold, silver, and mithril mines are not in the flow.

This lens, which is completely condensed from mysterious arcane energy, can not only be used to create powerful magic equipment, but also a necessity for mages to build arcane towers. There are only a few thorium veins with rich reserves. There is a very low chance of being associated, and its value cannot be measured in money at all.

Obviously, Dalaran, which is being rebuilt, needs to consume a lot of Arcane Crystals, so anyone who can bring Arcane Crystals can take this opportunity to establish a friendly relationship with the Kirin Tor Council, so that they can get various Arcane Crystals in the future. Priority purchase of alchemical potions and magic items.

No businessman would be foolish enough to doubt the ability and speed of mages to create wealth, and even in their eyes, mages can be directly equated with lovely gold and silver coins.

Seeing that the most valuable goods were turned over, old George's face immediately became ugly, struggling to stand up and protect his property.

But before he could straighten his knees, he immediately felt a heavy blow to the back of his head, and he fell to the ground with a thud, and the dark red blood quickly dyed his hair and slid down his neck.

"Ah!! Dad! What's wrong with you! Go away! Keep Dad away from me!" Jenny saw that her father was injured and rushed over, trying hard to push the attacker away.

But unfortunately, with her slender arms, she is obviously not a match for a sturdy adult man.

I saw the masked man grab the girl's wrist effortlessly, and use the other hand to squeeze the little face that was mixed with fear and anger, UUkanshu www.uukanshu.com laughed unscrupulously: "Hahahaha! Look! And here's a little girl with a sign! Maybe when we're done with this ticket, we can have some fun together."

"No! Get your dirty hands off! Don't touch my daughter! Otherwise...or else..."

In a hurry, old George didn't care about his bleeding head, so he rushed on desperately and snatched his daughter back from the opponent's hands.

"What if you don't? Old man! Be honest with me! Otherwise, I don't mind getting rid of you first." The masked man kicked him contemptuously.

Old George lowered his head and did not make any resistance action.

Because he understands that under the current situation, the best way to protect his daughter is not to argue, but to honestly try not to irritate the other party as much as possible, and then patiently wait for the mage in the wooden house to notice what is happening outside.

Having seen with his own eyes the powerful flames, frost, and arcane magic released by the mages in battle, he firmly believes that the power of magic is far superior to swords, and a group of greedy robbers will soon die without a place to be buried.

The masked man headed undoubtedly understood that the mage was not easy to deal with. After controlling the situation, he immediately made a gesture, and with the help of the hooks and ropes, he climbed from the side to the second floor platform with his three subordinates. feet close to doors and windows.

Just as one of them was trying to look in through the gap in the plank, a hot fireball suddenly shattered the plank and hit him in the face.

Boom!

After a deafening loud noise, the unlucky **** didn't even have time to let out a scream, and fell directly from the second floor platform, turning into a charred corpse.

Of course, this is not because the fireball technique is too powerful, but because he was too unlucky to be pierced by a wooden thorn from the explosion...