"Interesting, is this arcane energy?"

Looking at the bottle that emitted a violet mysterious halo in the bottle, a faint smile appeared on Zhang Cheng's face.

Although at this moment, he had not closed his eyes for more than forty hours in a row, his spirit was extremely excited.

Because with the knowledge he had absorbed from books, he was finally able to extract pure arcane energy without the help of a simplified class template.

To put it simply, it is to make the mana in the game concrete, and form a mysterious substance that I don't know if it is gaseous or liquid.

Don't think it's a big deal, for a mage in Azeroth, being able to extract pure arcane energy means crafting magical items.

For example, the enchanted robes worn by many spellcaster classes have looming arcane rune threads on them, which are the product of a special treatment of arcane energy and fine silk threads.

In addition to this, there are also arcane runes, various spell dusts, magic light fragments, immortal essences, etc., all derived from these colorful primordial arcane energy.

It can be said that if a mage has mastered the art of extracting raw arcane energy, then he will no longer have to worry about money in his life, and only need to extract some arcane energy every once in a while and sell it to merchants, and he will easily get a good return.

Of course, due to the limitations of his own strength, the purity of the arcane energy extracted by Zhang Cheng is not very high, and it can only be used to make some primary magic materials.

Just when he wanted to build a magic wand for himself to practice according to the method recorded in the book, he suddenly heard a chaotic sound of bumps and bumps from outside the house, followed by a man shouting loudly in the lingua franca: "Your Excellency the Venerable Mage, I am old George, are you at home?"

"Old George?"

Zhang Cheng subconsciously frowned, looked out through the gap in the window, and found that several carriages had stopped in the open space only a few dozen meters away from the wooden house.

The leader, a somewhat balding old man, was carrying several heavy sacks, looking eagerly at the second floor, as if waiting for an affirmative answer.

The other party obviously didn't know that the mage who originally lived here had been dead for a long time, and only a corpse was still lying on the bed.

Just when he was very hesitant to go out and meet these natives of Azeroth, and learn some information about the outside world by the way, a few lines of small print suddenly appeared on the parchment that had not moved for many days.

Task:

First, the trial of the apprentice, arriving in the magical kingdom of Dalaran within ten days, and being recognized by the Council of Kenrito. Successful completion rewards the opening of the talent tree, and failure to permanently close the talent.

Two, eyes in the dark, you have been targeted by mysterious enemies. Successfully resolve the crisis and be rewarded with a random professional skill.

Third, the ambition of the businessman to help old George fulfill his wishes. Successful completion of the quest will reward a flint staff, and there will be no punishment for failure.

"Hehe, what are you?mission log?" Zhang Cheng stared at the parchment and complained with a smile.

Unfortunately, Parchment doesn't seem to be able to think, and doesn't respond to his teasing, showing that after the mission, he quickly regains his composure.

"Well, since you want me to interact with the natives of this world, then I'll do as you wish......"

Muttering to himself, he quickly took off his casual clothes, took out a set of robes and boots belonging to Risen from the closet and changed them into, followed by pushing the door to the balcony on the second floor, and said condescendingly: "I'm sorry, if you want to find my teacher, I'm afraid you will be disappointed." Not long ago, he left this world. ”

"Leave ...... Out of this world?"

A little girl with long blond hair, her eyes revealed fear from the depths of her heart, and her whole body trembled involuntarily.

"Yes, he died, and he left a suicide note before he died. I was about to go to Dalaran and report the news of his death to the Kenrito Council. As he spoke, Zhang Cheng took out the ridiculous suicide note and shook it in front of everyone.

After much consideration, he decided to integrate into the world as an apprentice to Risson.

After all, twenty years after the devastating destruction of Dalaran from the Dark Gate, Risen lived a reclusive life alone, and more than four years were enough for him to train an apprentice mage.

Old George was dumbfounded, looked at the young man standing in front of him, and after a long time he asked again, "Since the original Master is gone, can you allow us to stay here for one night?" I am willing to pay you a good reward. ”

Zhang Cheng quietly glanced at the members of the team, especially the two sword-wielding warriors for a moment, and finally nodded pretendedly: "Yes! I allow you to rest in front of the wooden house, but you can't come up." I'm a quiet person, so please keep the noise as low as possible. ”

"Of course, thank you very much, oh, by the way, I have a little gift here, please be sure to accept it. ”

Overjoyed, old George hurriedly took two steps forward and lifted the sack he was carrying in his hand high.

"Gifts?" Zhang Cheng bent down and opened the bag inexplicably, and found that it was full of bread, pies, cheese, ham, bacon, fresh fruits, vegetables and other foods.

Although it wasn't worth much, it was still quite attractive to him who had eaten magic bread for more than half a month.

You must know that the bread made by the food making technique can barely fill the stomach, but the taste and texture are not complimentary, and it is basically similar to sawdust.

"Some of the local products of Nanhai Town, please don't dislike it. In fact, every time we pass by here, we bring some points to Lord Risson. George Sr. explained attentively.

"I see, I accept your kindness, thank you. Zhang Cheng politely thanked him, dragged the two sacks to the balcony on the second floor, and walked into the house without looking back.

Hungry, he doesn't want outsiders to see his drooling appearance, and he doesn't want the image he has built up with great difficulty to be ruined.

"Whew...... It's going well, isn't it?" turned and smiled at the two guards, and then gestured for the coachmen to set up camp.

Under his command, it didn't take long for the warm bonfire to be lit, and everyone sat around it, whispering about what had just happened.

No one noticed that when the sun was setting, a group of dark shadows silently surrounded the forest hut from all directions, and the two guards with ulterior motives took the opportunity to take off their heavy armor and put on black scarves to join them.

All of a sudden, the shadow of evil looms over the hut, and perhaps the next second, a terrible attack will take place......