"Okay, okay, I'll go, what a puzzling fellow, maybe it will be a few years before you can experience the joy of being a man. Sophia raised her hands in surrender, grabbed the leather armor and clothes that were still at the foot of the bed, jumped out of the window, and disappeared from sight in less than three or five seconds.

Although she was now seduced by evil spells, it did not affect her intelligence and judgment, especially the rapid accumulation of magical energy in the room, which even an idiot could detect.

Maybe in the next second, a spell with great destructive power will roar, and no sane person will choose to stay where it is.

Seeing the other party leave, the flickering cold light in Zhang Cheng's eyes began to slowly subside, and he bent down to pick up the book that fell on the ground, and carefully turned the first page.

It was written, in a crooked human lingua franca, "Do you crave power, young man, come to me, if you do, I can give you more power than the arcane—Marez Kaul." ”

"Hahahaha! It's straightforward, I like it. Zhang Chengcheng couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

It may not be clear to others who Marez Kaul is, but he knows that this is an orc sorceress who ostensibly works for the Syndicate, but secretly allegiance to a mysterious organization called Argus Resurrection, and Argus Resurrection seems to be inextricably linked to the Burning Legion.

That is to say, even if he doesn't read the contents, he knows that it must contain a lot of forbidden knowledge related to shadows, evil powers, and demons, and once he can't resist the temptation to fall into it, he will soon become a minion of the legion.

At that time, the founder of the Shadow Council, Gul'dan, was degraded step by step under this temptation, and almost buried the future of the orcs.

Feeling the evil energy that began to slowly boil on the page, Zhang Cheng stuffed it into his backpack without thinking, and he didn't even have the interest to open it and take a look, at least until he had a certain amount of relevant knowledge and discernment, he would definitely not read the content inside.

You must know that Azeroth is not like a martial arts novel, you can cultivate into a peerless magic skill by picking up a cheats.

In a world full of intrigue and intrigues, if you pick up a book full of mysterious powers on the side of the road, the most likely thing is not to gain great power, but to be brainwashed by the demons of the Burning Legion or the ancient evil gods, and eventually become a slave of the other party.

As a mage who had already gained arcane powers, Zhang Cheng didn't think he needed to take a huge risk right now to study evil and shadow energy, or even deal with demons.

After putting away the books, he quickly locked the doors and windows, and lay down on the hard wooden bed in a large shape, without even taking off his clothes and shoes and socks, staring directly at the wooden board above his head, and it didn't take long for him to fall asleep.

Early the next morning, when he woke up with his eyes open, he could already hear the noise coming from outside, got up and pushed open the window, and the first thing that caught his eye was the busy peasants, who began to gather in groups under the protection of the militia, methodically harvesting the grain in the surrounding fields.

Although everyone knew that at the current pace, it would be impossible to complete the arduous task of harvesting before the first autumn rains, but they did their best to race against time.

Because if the rain wets the ripe ears of wheat, it won't be long before the grains will become moldy and rotten.

Probably in peacetime, they will use drying to avoid such situations.

But now, not to mention drying the grain, even walking out of the fence can be attacked by the forgotten, and you can only watch the fruits of more than half a year of hard work come to naught.

Looking at these ordinary people who had suffered a lot, Zhang Cheng suddenly felt that he was still quite lucky, at least the parallel earth that was both familiar and unfamiliar, and he didn't have to worry about a madman who tried to conquer the world or destroy the world every once in a while.

Just when he was a little puzzled, Garrick appeared by the window with a black healthy horse and greeted him in a slightly excited tone: "Good morning, Mr. Mage, I'm glad to see that you have risen." You must know that the most hated thing for those undead is the morning sun, so they rarely come out to move during this time, and it is the best time for us to set off. ”

"What about breakfast? I haven't eaten breakfast yet. Zhang Cheng joked half-jokingly.

"Look, Aunt Maggie's own pork pie, I've prepared it for you, and you can eat it as you go. Garrick casually tossed a leather pocket from the saddle.

Zhang Cheng took it and opened it, and found that it was stuffed with more than a dozen baked pasta the size of adult men's palms, probably because it had just come out of the oven, it was a little hot to the touch, and when he broke one of them, the delicious and tempting meat filling was immediately presented in front of him.

He didn't even think about it, he just took a bite of it, ate it in three or two bites, and then wiped the residue from the corner of his mouth without raising his head and asked, "What about old George?

"You say the merchant? He got up much earlier than you, and had everything in order an hour ago, and look, he's waiting for us. With that, Garrick pointed to the gate of the town.

I saw old George telling a coachman something, and his lovely little daughter followed him, looking around curiously.

"Alright, then we'll leave for Dalaran now. Zhang Cheng took his belongings, pushed open the door, stepped on the stirrup, and stepped onto the black healthy horse.

Perhaps for many people living in modern society, riding has become a kind of entertainment that only the rich can enjoy, but for him who lived on the prairie for a period of time as a child, it is as simple as eating and drinking.

In the blink of an eye, he urged his horses to run to the gate.

Mayor Burnside, who had been waiting for a long time, quickly took out a bulging envelope from his arms: "Mr. Mage, I have written down all the abnormal behaviors of the undead in the recent period, and I ask you to help transfer them to the Kenrito Council, hoping that it will help solve the magic plague." ”

"Don't worry, I swear I'll hand it over to the archmages myself. Zhang Cheng gave a guarantee without thinking.

In fact, he also needs something like this to divert his gaze and achieve the purpose of concealing his true identity.

"Thank you very much, and let me conclude by wishing you all the best of luck. Mayor Burnside bent down and bowed deeply.

Zhang Cheng rode on his horse and nodded slightly, then took the lead through the city gate, running at a steady pace in the northwest direction, followed by the heavily armed Garrick, and the old George and Jenny followed in a shared horse, and disappeared into the horizon in a short time.

Looking at the dust rising in the distance, Registrar Heras Whitestead suddenly asked, "Burnside, my old friend, do you think that young mage can help us through this crisis?"

"Don't ask me, old friend, I don't know. But I know he's our only hope now......" Mayor Mare sighed and muttered to himself in a low voice......