When the golden light dissipated, Zhang Cheng found himself in front of the mysterious tower that stood in the void again.

The only difference is that the portal to Azeroth is not far ahead, but a huge hourglass blocks the entrance, and judging by the speed of the massive amount of fine sand inside, it is estimated that it will be a long time before it can all fall.

This also means that the world that has been opened cannot be moved freely without restrictions, but has a certain cooldown.

As for how long it will take, and whether it will be the same in every world, it is unknown.

With a feeling of apprehension, Zhang Cheng once again stepped onto the stone slab floating in mid-air.

Moment!

Fantasy worlds that should only exist in games, books, and movies and television works slowly emerge and revolve around him.

Having already had a similar experience, he immediately realized that it was a random selection of the next world, with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation on his face.

The nervousness is due to the fact that once he is drawn to some of the more dangerous worlds, such as Faeron where "there are as many red-robed wizards as dogs, and undead lich are everywhere", or the world of the Elder Scrolls where large-scale wars break out at every turn, and the sanctuary world full of hellish demons, no matter where it is, he does not dare to guarantee that he will survive.

Of course, in a way, Azeroth is not much more dangerous.

It's just that Zhang Cheng caught up with a relatively peaceful time period, and if it was replaced by two orc wars, the outbreak of the undead natural disaster, and the invasion of the Burning Legion, he was afraid that he would have died halfway before he reached Dalaran.

As for the expectation, it is because each world has a relatively independent body of knowledge that can be learned and borrowed, and even some interesting gadgets can be obtained.

As a seeker of power, he would never let go of anything that would make him stronger.

With a full minute of high-speed spinning, the illusions surrounding the body begin to slow down and finally slowly come to a halt.

At the moment when the illusion of Middle-earth in "The Lord of the Rings" was about to stop, a strange red light suddenly flashed, followed by the illusion and moved forward again, and finally stopped in front of him was the world where "A Song of Ice and Fire" was located.

Next Second......

The dazzling white light fell from the sky, depriving Zhang Cheng of his perception of his surroundings, and even his ability to think.

By the time he came back to his senses, he was already on an unknown forest path, not to mention people, there was not even a decent landmark around him, and there were lush forests as far as the eye could see.

Out of habit, he subconsciously glanced at the parchment, only to see that it was written:

Mission – Game of Thrones. Use your wits to gain power and status in a world of intrigue and betrayal. The higher you climb, the better the reward.

Quest – Dragon. Obtain at least one dragon egg and hatch it, and when you succeed, you will be rewarded with a spell - Dragon's Oath, which you can summon your own dragon in any world anytime, anywhere.

Quest - Children of the Forest. Explore the places where the Children of the Forest once lived, and learn the mystical lore and spells they left behind.

Mission - Swordsmanship. Master one of the swordsmanship techniques and kill at least fifty opponents with your sword. Middle-earth has the famous dual-wielding mage Gandalf, and Azeroth also has sword-wielding battle mages, how can you be an exception. Upon success, a melee class template is randomly selected from the fantasy world.

Quest – Overcome the addiction. You have unknowingly contracted a serious addiction, overcome it, and if you succeed, you will be rewarded with a magic belt bag, which can be used to carry items weighing no more than 100 kilograms and no more than 10 cubic meters in volume.

Also, a kind reminder, it's best to reduce your reliance on arcane energy, in this world, you can't recover mana normally......

After reading the last word, Zhang Chengcheng couldn't hold back, and cursed in a low voice: "Damn! I knew that I had a demon addiction, but he didn't give me time to prepare in advance." Besides, what the hell is swordsmanship? Gandalf is Maia, a demigod! Azeroth's battle mage is also trained from a young age, and it takes a full twenty years to cultivate one. And now you're going to let me kill people with my sword? And it's still fifty? Are you kidding?"

Unfortunately, the parchment, as usual, did not respond at all.

Seeing that the protest was ineffective, he couldn't help but sigh, and carefully opened his backpack, intending to count how much well water he was carrying to restore his magic power.

After all, on the premise of not knowing how long he needs to stay, he must strictly control the number of spells cast to ensure that he will not be so miserable as to rush forward with his long sword at a critical moment.

I didn't know the result, but I was a little frightened.

After removing the bottle he had used before, he was left with only nine.

This means that after a maximum of nine fierce battles, swordsmanship will become his only reliance......

"It's a! I can't live this day! I should have bought a few guns to carry with me. Zhang Cheng complained as he took out the binoculars in his travel bag and looked around.

As a person with a bit of common sense, he understands that the first difficulty he faces is not choosing which faction to join, let alone getting into the plot mission, but how to get out of this endless forest.

You must know that he has no food, no water, no tools for survival in the wild, and no salt for electrolytes, and if he cannot find a village or town within three or five days, he will fall on the road and become the ration of an unknown beast.

Soon, on the road not far behind, he spotted a large number of relatively new wheel imprints, stretching from south to north to the horizon.

In addition to the wheel marks, there were many horses' hooves and human footprints, judging by the number, there were at least thirty or so people in this procession, perhaps merchants, perhaps nobles, anyway, following behind these people, eighty percent could find towns and villages.

Just when Zhang Cheng put away the binoculars and was about to carry the travel bag and hurry, an irrepressible desire suddenly appeared in his heart, and his first reaction was to dig out the bottle full of well water.

However, the thought of the complications he would face next made him let go of his hand with great difficulty, and he fell to his knees with a frenzy and slammed his head against the trunk of a tree to relieve his mental pain.

You don't have to ask to know that this is a demon addict.

It was only then that he realized why so many High Elves had gone crazy after the destruction of the Sunwell, and they even hated to die immediately.

But alas, there is no regret medicine in the world.

Even if he had, he would not hesitate to take well water again to restore his magic in order to gain powerful arcane powers......