The assassination that took place in the inn didn't cause much panic in Ambermere, and to be exact, the two Forsaken Assassins were nothing compared to the werewolves who stare at them in the woods every night.

What's more, not only did they fail to kill anyone, but the damage they caused was limited to destroying a guest room, and even one of the unlucky eggs was burned to death.

No one realizes how different the Forsaken are from the races that appeared before Azeroth, their madness, their darkness, their cruelty, and nothing different from the undead scourge that has swept half the continent.

Of course, Zhang Cheng did not remind the townspeople of the horrors of the Forsaken, but devoted himself to the construction of the magical enchantment.

In particular, Archmage Atharric's unique interpretation of space and arcane aspects gave him a refreshing feeling.

In less than a week, he stumbled and mastered a large number of corresponding techniques, and even succeeded in creating a half-meter-tall arcane minion with the convenience of energy nodes.

This special lifeform composed purely of arcane energy has no ability to think, completely obeys every command of the maker, and can also use spells such as arcane missiles, arcane explosions, flashes, etc., and when destroyed by enemies, it will also release the energy stored in its body in one go, forming a terrifying energy turbulence.

If enough arcane energy is invested at once, even the archmage will not be able to unleash spells smoothly in the turbulence created by the explosion of arcane minions.

It's no wonder that neither Arugao of Shadowfang Castle nor the Forsaken entrenched in Thurberchel dare to attack easily, and this alone is quite fearful.

In addition, Zhang Cheng also learned a lot of novel arrangements when assisting the archmage in arranging the arcane runes, and by the time the two weeks of cooperation were over, he had received far more than he had paid.

Looking at the lilac glow that hung outside the walls, Atarek finally breathed a sigh of relief, and teased with a smile, "Although those pesky living dead haven't stopped harassing and destroying these days, we've survived, haven't we?"

"Yes, I hope the Forsaken Commander doesn't feel too sorry for his lost men. Zhang Cheng said sarcastically in a half-joking tone.

Since the Assassin's escape, the Forsaken have apparently received word that Ambermir is preparing to build a magical barrier, and in one fell swoop has sent over forty elite thieves to try to delay the process by assassinating the mages and apprentices involved.

But unfortunately, Zhang Cheng, who was full of anger, had already laid out a series of defensive measures against the stealth unit.

As a result, in the first raid, they lost more than half of their manpower, and the rest were also caught and cleaned up one by one under the tracking of the hounds with a keen sense of smell.

Because he knew that the forsaken were not afraid of pain and death, let alone reveal any confidential information, Zhang Cheng had no intention of capturing the captives, and he directly killed the other party when he came up, without giving the other party the slightest chance to die together.

I believe that after waiting for a while, the enemy commander will be furious when he learns the news of the annihilation of his army.

After all, the number of the Forsaken is not very large, and the forty elites are almost close to one-tenth of the total strength of the garrison in the Silver Pine Forest, and they are all thieves who are good at spying on intelligence and assassination, and for a long time to come, Senior Executive Hadrick will become deaf and blind due to the lack of intelligence gatherers.

"Hahahaha! I'd love to see the wonderful expressions on the faces of the living dead. By the way, now that the barrier is complete, are you going to Shadowfang Castle to retrieve the Book of your?" asked Atharek, touching the beard on his chin.

"Yes, if you have no other orders, I hope to borrow a horse and set off at once, and settle everything before the Forsaken know what is happening. Zhang Cheng nodded thoughtlessly.

"Well, I'll let the stables prepare you a fast horse and five days' food. Remember, don't approach Burnwood Village after dark, where the villagers have been transformed into terrifying monsters by Arugao. At the last few words, Ataric's smile quickly faded and was replaced by seriousness and seriousness.

"Rest assured, Master. You should know very well how shallow Arugao's spell-casting ability is, and how fragile his so-called power is, he poses no threat to me at all. Zhang Chengxin assured with a heart.

Others may not know Agoru's mage level, but he is familiar with the game's plot, but he clearly knows that this guy who hides in Shadowfang Castle all day and studies werewolves is actually just a lucky idiot, essentially not much different from the mage apprentice Akar Kaisso, who happened to get the artifact shattering crystal in the story of Icewind Dale.

Without the Book of Your, Arugao's level would at best be a little higher than that of an ordinary mage in Dalaran, and with the power that Zhang Cheng now possessed, he could crush it in every minute.

Seeing that the young man standing in front of him did not realize the danger of Shadowfang Castle, Atarek had to patiently explain, "I'm not worried about who is stronger or weaker between you and Arugao, but about werewolves. They have a curse of depravity and corruption in their blood, and if you accidentally get infected, you will soon become one of them. I don't want to see you lead an army of werewolves against Ambermere one day. ”

"You have to mean ...... Be careful of infection?" Zhang Cheng keenly grasped a key word.

"Yes, as far as I know, the blood of werewolves, especially the werewolf named Son of Arugo, has a curse power that even the undead can infect, and an archmage like me cannot lift it. You have to be extra careful in the fight and never get scratched or bitten, otherwise you ......"

"Otherwise, I'll be infected!" Zhang Cheng said the second half of the sentence for the archmage with an expressionless face.

It was only then that he realized what was really dangerous about Shadowfang Castle was not the ghosts that roamed inside and outside the castle, nor the shadow magic of Arugao, but the werewolves who seemed to be nothing but stubborn vitality.

These irrational beasts are not much different from rabies-carrying mad dogs, belonging to whoever bites and dies, and so far there is no possibility of cure.

Perhaps in the eyes of some, there is nothing wrong with being a werewolf, at least to gain superhuman strength, speed, and agility, but he doesn't like this uncontrolled power at all.

"Go ahead, go and complete your mission, and I look forward to hearing about your triumphant return. With that, the archmage gently patted Zhang Cheng on the shoulder and returned to the enchantment alone.

About twenty minutes later, Zhang Cheng rode a brown horse and galloped towards the northwest......

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