There is no doubt that the undead female mage who went with her did not take Zhang Cheng in her eyes from beginning to end, and always had a mentality similar to that of a cat and mouse.

It is estimated that in her eyes, it is definitely easy to deal with a young mage who is much worse than her own strength, so she wants to add a little fun and get some kind of spiritual satisfaction by teasing and torturing the enemy.

But alas, she made a mistake, a fatal one.

Zhang Cheng is not native to Azeroth, so his way of thinking is not like that of a "normal" mage, who is obsessed with using all kinds of spells to defeat his opponents in order to prove that he is more proficient.

He has only one purpose, that is, to kill the enemy, whether it is a spell or a sword, it is just a means, there is no need to worry about anything, which one is faster and more efficient, just use which.

As for the dignity of the so-called mage mentioned in many books, he didn't care at all.

Because dignity is always reserved for those who survive, to be precise, for those who win the final victory, and the losers will always get only humiliation and death......

After simply wiping the wound on his forehead that was broken by the gravel, Zhang Cheng bent down and picked up the staff that originally belonged to the necromancer, and instantly felt a hot energy flowing down his arm all over his body, as if he was in flames.

"No wonder the shockwave just now can kill a strong horse in an instant, it turns out that this is a staff that can increase the power of fire-based spells. He muttered quietly as he slipped his staff into the backpack behind him, cautiously approaching the motionless Death Horse.

Since his mount had returned to the west, he now had to go and pay attention to the enemy's mount.

You must know that although the huge magic shield that hangs over the ruins of Dalaran can already be seen on the horizon, there are actually at least several kilometers to go, and if you use it, you won't be able to walk it in an hour or two.

What's more, Zhang Cheng's current physical condition is not very good, seven or eight wounds of all sizes are oozing blood, although most of them are skin injuries, but the slightest movement will hurt his heart, and he urgently needs to rush to a safe place to clean and bandage, otherwise the infection will be troublesome.

With the mentality of giving it a try, he limped to the side of the death horse and reached for the reins.

But before he could catch it, the bone-bone horse that exuded shadow energy suddenly turned around, raised its front hooves and stomped it down.

"Damn, I knew it wasn't that simple!" Zhang Cheng cursed through gritted teeth, and hurriedly turned sideways to barely avoid the horse's hooves.

Just as he was about to make a second attempt, he suddenly heard a hearty laugh from behind him: "Hahahaha! Young man, if I were you, I wouldn't try to get close to a death horse." You know, except for the undead, its race can't control it at all, so you might as well give up. ”

"Who are you?" Zhang Cheng turned around vigilantly and looked up and down at the old man who appeared at some point.

He had thick tan hair and beard, was probably over fifty years old, but his face didn't seem to have many wrinkles, he was wearing a violet robe with golden lace, and he carried a rotating crystal staff in his hand.

Judging by the way he dresses, he is a mage of the Kenrito Council.

"Relax, child, my name is Ansrem Ruinwivol, one of the members of the Council of Six, and the current administrator of Dalaran. The old man introduced himself with a slight smile on his face.

Although this self-introduction is very brief, it is not simple at all.

According to the basic structure of the Kenrito organization, the most powerful are undoubtedly the six archmages known as the Council of Six to the outside world, including Antonidas who was killed by Arthas, Kael'thas Sunstrider, the prince of blood elves, Crassus the red dragon, and the famous Ronin, all of whom were once members.

In the near future, Blue Dragon Cargos and Gianna Proudmore will also join one after another.

This means that anyone who can enter the Council of Six must have unparalleled magical power, and it can even be said that they alone are worth an army.

Zhang Cheng couldn't believe that this kind of big man actually casually left the protection of the protective shield and appeared in front of him.

The Archmage undoubtedly sensed his surprise and shrugged his shoulders with a smile: "Why, do you think that an old fellow like me should stay in the tower all day and rot along with those books that are about to become moldy? Tell me, how did you provoke the undead who claim to be the Forsaken, so that they would send an elite team to hunt you down?"

"You wouldn't believe it, but I stumbled upon a new plague and used the human farm in the Hills Bled Hills as a testing ground for a new plague. Here's a sample and a distress letter from the mayor of Burnside. With that, Zhang Cheng quickly opened his backpack, took out the things he had prepared, and offered them with both hands.

"A new plague?" Ansrem Ruinvivol frowned subconsciously when he heard the news, first opened the letter and roughly read the contents of one side, then took out a glass test tube, and cast several detection spells in a row, before finally roaring with a blue face: "Bastards! Are these guys crazy? How dare they study this evil taboo!"

"Evil taboo?" Zhang Cheng keenly grasped the key words.

"Yes! It's too complicated to explain, you just need to know that although this new plague is still experimental, its final version is to kill everything, including animals, plants, elemental life, and even the undead. Ansrem Ruinwivol clenched his fists and explained.

At the hint of the archmage, Zhang Cheng suddenly remembered that in the Wrath of the Lich King expansion, the Forsaken seemed to have dropped a magical plague that killed thousands of Scourge armies in one fell swoop.

Of course, this also includes some friendly troops who were "wounded by mistake".

Clearly, what he had in his hand was an early version of the plague.

At the thought of running so far with a bag of terrible things on his back, he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, and hurriedly took out the leather bag containing the test tube and carefully placed it on the ground.

Staring at the dark green gas-liquid mixture in the test tube, Ansrem Ruinvivol sighed helplessly: "Alas, give it to me, I'll see if I can crack the ingredients in it and develop an antidote by the way." Oh, I almost forgot, the three people who traveled with you are safe now, except that it may take some time for the young man who was hit by the cursed arrow to recover, and there is no answer for the rest. ”

"Did they run safely to Dalaran's warning range?" Zhang Cheng's eyes were slightly bright, and a hint of joy appeared.

Old George's safe arrival in Dalaran meant that the merchant's ambition was completed, and he would soon have a staff suitable for himself.

The archmage shook his head slightly, "No, no, it was the patrol that discovered them. Come, take me by the arm, and I'll take you back to Dalaran now. ”

"Either way, I was relieved to hear that they were safe. With that, Zhang Cheng grabbed the other party's left arm.

At the moment when their fingers made contact with their clothes, the bodies of the two people suddenly began to twist, as if they were forcibly squashed by an invisible force and stuffed into a narrow passage......