"Are you awake?"

Jenny gently kneaded her unconscious thighs as she greeted cautiously.

Zhang Cheng nodded lightly: "Yes, wake up." Tell me, why are you doing this?"

As an unlucky guy who first experienced a bizarre crossing, and then was chased and killed by werewolves twice, his vigilance has long been far beyond ordinary people, even in the face of a seemingly harmless little girl, he will not take it lightly.

In his eyes, if a person is good to himself for no reason, he must have some kind of purpose, which may be good or bad, and he must figure it out as soon as possible.

The girl obviously didn't expect Zhang Cheng to be so straightforward, and the whole person froze in place for a long time, and finally replied in a mosquito-like voice: "I want to learn magic from you......"

"Learn magic? hahahaha! How could you have such a strange idea. ”

Hearing the other party's purpose, Zhang Cheng couldn't hold back and laughed.

Because according to Risen memory, it is not easy to become a qualified mage.

To be precise, it is a very dangerous thing, even if the Kenrito Council has established a whole set of security and defense mechanisms, there are still countless students who die in various accidents every year.

It is said that only one-third to one-half of a hundred apprentices are able to survive their apprenticeship safely, while the rest are either left with no bones or exposed to violent magical energy, severely damaged physically or mentally, and turned into idiots and cripples.

It can be said that embarking on the path of magic is equivalent to stepping on the dividing line between life and death, you never know what will happen in the next second, and you don't know if you will live to become a real mage.

"Well, is it strange to want to learn magic?" said Jenny, her mouth wide open, an incredulous expression on her face.

She was distinctly unaware of the dangers of studying and studying magic, and simply longed for this power.

Zhang Cheng shrugged his shoulders and explained in a rather helpless tone: "Okay, it seems that I need to popularize a little common sense about magic learning for you.

First of all, and also a prerequisite for becoming a mage, you must be smart enough to be eligible for the Archmage test, and in general, this step alone can eliminate more than 90% of the candidates.

Secondly, learning magic is not like learning other skills, it is dangerous, very dangerous, so dangerous that the slightest mistake can lead to great disaster. For apprentices who are incapable of self-preservation, mistakes mean death, are you ready to face death?

Finally, and most importantly, why do you want to learn magic, and what do you plan to do with it?

Is it just a desire to have power?

If that's the case, Warrior, Paladin, Cleric, and Rogue can all satisfy you, and at least you don't have to worry about losing your life at any time in the learning process of these four classes.

If it's just curiosity, then I advise you to dispel this thought.

Whether it's learning magic, or using magic, it's a very serious matter, and there's no room for jokes. ”

With a series of rhetorical questions, Jenny fell into a complete state of stupor, she was still a Lori, she didn't know how to answer at all, and she didn't even think about these serious and terrifying questions.

Seeing the little guy sitting in place at a loss, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but smile and shook his head, got up and shouted at the coachman in front of him: "Hey, where are we now? How far is it from Dalaran?"

"Your Excellency, Venerable Mage, we are now on our way to the farm, and if nothing else, we will have a steaming meal before sunset. As for Dalaran, it will take at least three days. The tired driver took off his hat and saluted, and replied respectfully.

The fact that he didn't close his eyes all night, coupled with being frightened, made him look a little mentally exhausted, and he was supported by a strong will to survive until now.

"Three days...... Well, got it, thanks. ”

After learning the specific itinerary, Zhang Cheng lay down again, grabbed a handful of unknown nuts from the bag next to him and threw them into his mouth, and began to enjoy the beautiful scenery along the way.

Since it is already autumn, you can see the withered yellow leaves falling in the wind everywhere, and some cute little animals, which is quite poetic.

However, before he could enjoy it for long, three black dots suddenly appeared on the horizon, running quickly in the direction of the caravan, and when he was a little closer, he saw that at the forefront was a human youth in rudimentary leather armor and armed with a bow and arrow, followed by two undead.

I saw that the young man was running fast, and at the same time turned around from time to time to shoot an arrow, because there was no aiming, the flight trajectory of the arrow was basically inaccurate, most of them deviated very far, and only two or three successfully hit.

Perhaps for the living, an arrow in the body can cause a series of adverse consequences such as bleeding, pain, and impaired mobility even if it is not a fatal part, but for the undead, it has no effect at all.

One of the undead was armed with a two-handed axe, with two arrows stuck in his body, but he still walked like a fly.

"Forsaken! It's the Forsaken! These damn fellows are attacking the militia on the farm again!" shouted Old George, the owner of the caravan, as he stood up nervously.

"Don't worry, I'll get rid of them. Zhang Cheng shook off the dust on his body, raised his arm to signal the coachman to stop, and then the whole person entered a state of concentration on spell casting.

In just a few breaths, a scorching fire erupted from his palm.

Next Second......

Rumble!

A blazing fireball whizzed by, heading towards the undead at the forefront.

"Mage?!"

The young man with the bow and arrow was taken aback at first, and his face immediately showed undisguised joy, and he rolled on the spot, avoiding the flight path of the fireball.

As soon as he finished dodging with his front feet, he heard a violent explosion coming from behind him, and the suffocating heat wave burned the hairs on the surface of his skin in an instant, and when he raised his head again, the undead who were still alive just now had a big black pit in his chest, lying on the ground doing the last struggle before dying.

"Hah! goodbye, dead man!" the young man smirked, drew the axe from his waist and slashed off the other's head.

Another Forsaken discovers that his companion has been killed, and without saying a word, he turns around and runs deeper into the woods, shouting in the language of the undead, not knowing whether he is calling for help or giving a warning.

People who have always believed in "cutting grass without roots, and the spring breeze blows and grows", Zhang Cheng naturally will not let go of any enemy, starting with a flash to catch up with the target, freezing the opponent in place with a frost nova, unhurriedly rubbing a fireball technique, knocking it over to the ground, and finally not hitting it with a flame, confirming that he is dead before turning around, looking up and down at the young man holding a bow and arrow.