Walking through the streets that were still under construction and expansion, Zhang Cheng and the two young men quickly came to the entrance of the tower, and made a straightforward request to the tall arcane puppets guarding on both sides: "I want to see Your Excellency the Archmage!

The puppet's head quickly flashed with a flash of light, as if it was communicating with someone, and it was about a minute or so before it responded in a metallic voice: "The master agrees to receive you, but only for yourself, not including the two attendants behind you." ”

"Okay, I got it. Zhang Cheng nodded slightly, turned to Garrick and Frank and said, "Don't go anywhere, just wait for me here." ”

Actually, we don't have anywhere else to go now. According to the Courier's report, the town of Southsea seems to be being harassed by a terrible necromancer and has no energy to care about anything else, so Dalaran is the town's only hope. With that, a look of despair appeared on Frank's face.

He really couldn't think of what he could do next if he failed to ask for help.

Maybe it's a good idea to rush back and fight to the death with your family and friends until you are killed or infected with the plague and turn into a monster......

Feeling the torment in the hearts of the two young people, Zhang Cheng patted them on the shoulder comfortingly, said nothing, turned around and crossed the threshold and disappeared into the corridor.

Unlike the previous time he jumped directly from the top of the tower, this time he climbed more than two hundred steps along the stairs in one breath before he entered the alchemy laboratory on the top floor out of breath.

Before he could say a word of greeting, Ansrem Ruinvivol, who was standing at the workbench, was the first to greet without looking back: "Ah, you have finally appeared." Come on, I've got something interesting to show you. ”

"Something interesting?" Zhang Cheng blinked suspiciously.

"Yes! Interesting stuff! Remember those plague samples you brought back? I did a little test in my spare time, and guess what I found?" said the archmage, lifting the wooden cage on the table.

I saw a black and large mouse with a fierce eye locked up inside.

Unlike most rats, it doesn't seem to be scared or aggressive, just sitting quietly in its cage.

Zhang Cheng walked closer, bent down to take a closer look for a while, and asked with some uncertainty: "This mouse seems to be a little wrong, have you done anything to it?"

"Haha! That's right! I've extracted a special ingredient from those magical plagues that can significantly increase the intelligence of animals and strengthen their muscle tissue. Of course, the side effects are not small, and the calculation time should be about the same. Ansrem Ruinvivol glanced up at the clock hanging on the wall.

The words just fell!

The mouse's body suddenly began to expand rapidly, and in less than half a minute, it broke through the cage, changing from the size of an adult cat to the size of a fierce dog.

Even more terrifying, all the hair on its body had fallen out due to unknown causes, revealing a bloody cortex, just like the terrifying plague dogs in the Plaguelands, and let out a low roar.

"Damn it!"

Zhang Cheng cursed in a low voice, and hurriedly took several steps back in a row, he didn't want to try what the consequences would be if he was bitten.

However, his worries were obviously a bit unnecessary, and at the moment when the rat was about to attack, countless energy masses cut through the air in graceful arcs, hitting the target in one go, and instantly blasting it into flesh and blood, and even the hard marble floor reinforced by magic was blasted out of dense pits.

As one of the few archmages in Dalaran, how could Ansrem Ruinvivol allow a mutated rat to go wild on his own turf.

Staring at the puddle of dark red viscous substance on the ground, the corners of Zhang Cheng's mouth twitched involuntarily.

Because it is also the most basic arcane missile, the power released by the other party is at least a hundred times stronger than him, no wonder he dared to come back with more than 3,000 people to rebuild Dalaran under the nose of the dark queen Sylvanas.

Knowing that the Undercity is only separated from Dalaran by a lake of Lordamere, the Forsaken can reach it by water in just thirty hours, and the Alliance's reinforcements must at least first land in the town of Nanhai across the ocean, and it will take several days and nights of rapid marching to arrive.

There is no doubt that this is the confidence and confidence that power brings.

"How's it going, do you see something?" asked Ansrem Ruinvivol, looking up with a smirk.

After a few seconds of hesitation, Zhang Cheng replied with a frown: "The substance you just mentioned seems to overdraw the potential of this mouse, and I think it also gives it some characteristics of other animals. ”

"Commendable keen observation!

The Archmage nodded approvingly, then picked up a vial of plague sample, and sighed in a deep voice, "I have to admit that the Royal Apothecary Guild of the Forsaken is indeed a remarkable organization, and they have invented a technology that can combine the characteristics of many animals.

Whether it is a human or an animal, as long as it is infected, it will immediately begin to undergo drastic changes in the body, and even mutate from one organism to another.

But the problem is that this change is not stable, and within a few days to a few weeks, the infected person's body will collapse because it cannot withstand the change.

So, in essence, this new plague is more of a failed booster than a plague, but when combined with the plague used by the original Scourge Legion, it is a terrifying weapon capable of killing even the undead.

What's even more chilling is that this plague is far from reaching its limit, and I alone know more than a dozen research directions that can increase its power. ”

"So how are you going to deal with this matter?" Zhang Cheng said tentatively, frowning.

Hearing this description, he felt more and more that the new plague was not so much a plague as a magical version of a genetic weapon.

Perhaps the Dreadlord intends to use the power of the Forsaken to wreak havoc on all of Azeroth's lives, including the Undead Scourge, in preparation for another invasion by the Legion.

Ansrem Ruinwivol stroked the beard on his chin and thought about it for a few minutes, then finally smiled and said, "I'm interested in this new plague, and if possible, I hope to get its formula." ”

"It just so happens that I just got the news that the Forsaken are pouring a large amount of plague into the farm town not far from Dalaran, don't you think the council should do something?" Zhang Cheng said with a strange glint in his eyes, and he bowed slightly.

"Oh, really, how dare they do such a thing!" the archmage's face sank, and his tone became serious.

"Do you think I'm going to joke about this kind of thing? Two militiamen from the town are outside the tower at the moment, and you can summon them at any time to ask about the situation. With that, Zhang Cheng stepped to the window and condescendingly pointed to Garrick and Frank standing in the doorway......