After a brief night's rest in the ghost town, the next day the team regrouped and set off along the path of the cemetery.

You must know that the Raven Ridge Necropolis is the resting place of countless nobles and commoners of the Stormwind Kingdom, covering an area of more than 3,000 square kilometers, especially the tombs that extend deep underground in the center, it is said that tens of thousands of Alliance soldiers and heroes who died during the Orc War are buried, if they are all transformed into undead, then even if Stormwind City sends a regular army, it will suffer heavy losses.

Fortunately, not all the corpses of the tomb ** have been transformed by mysterious powers, plus the plague has eliminated many resurrected bones and ghouls, so there are not too many obstacles along the way.

By the time the group arrived near the entrance of the tomb, Zhang Cheng hadn't even used any spells, and with the magic sword in his hand, he could easily kill more than two dozen low-level undead and devour their painful and desperate souls by the way.

Feeling the excitement of the Soul Restraint Messenger after eating, he quietly inserted it back into its sheath, raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Syllable!

Hula!

The torches and braziers that had been extinguished in the tomb were all lit up!

Taking advantage of the night watchman's stunned effort, Varna Chenge suddenly leaned over and lowered her voice and said, "I can't see that you can actually have a good swordsmanship." I sometimes wonder if you're a human at all. ”

"Oh, what, do you suspect that I am a dragon in the form of a human?" Zhang Cheng asked rhetorically, pursing the corners of his mouth as if he were not smiling.

"Hah! who knows......" The female elf winked playfully, and decisively ended this somewhat dangerous topic.

She has a hunch that if she continues to get to the bottom of it, she will definitely be the one who suffers.

Zhang Cheng didn't try to explain anything, because he understood that it was only a matter of time before his performance aroused suspicion from others.

After all, humans are not elves, they don't have a lifespan of hundreds or even thousands of years, especially when he is still so young, but he has become a senior member of the Kenrito Council, an elite mage of Dalaran, and has mastered techniques including alchemy, primary enchantment, and the making and improvement of magic items, and even has a good hand in swordsmanship.

Although more than half of this knowledge was forcibly instilled into the brain by parchment, and some of it was the result of research with the help of various external forces, only a few of them were truly his own creations.

But others don't know this, they only know that Zhang Cheng has shown terrifying talent far beyond his peers in some fields, and he doesn't look like a human being in the ordinary sense at all.

Of course, as a transcendent who is determined to acquire knowledge and power at all costs, Zhang Cheng doesn't really care what others think, the only thing he needs to do is to keep an eye on those strong people who stand at the top of each world, and then surpass them one by one until he gets rid of the control of the parchment owner.

Once again, he took a deep breath and stepped alone into the dangerous entrance to the catacombs, completely ignoring the nervous cries of the night watch.

The closer he got to the depths of the tomb, the clearer he could feel that something seemed to be calling him from the inside, perhaps that was why the parchment scroll suddenly offered tasks and rewards.

Walking along the dim and rancid passageway, Zhang Cheng found that the scattered undead along the way seemed to be driven by some mysterious force, and instead of attacking the living, they roamed around blindly, even if they were touched with their hands, the undead would not react in the slightest.

Obviously, this situation is definitely not normal.

According to the description in the book, the necromancer has an innate hatred for the living, and unless it is restrained by a more powerful force, the low-level necromancer cannot control itself from attacking the living.

"Interesting, I didn't expect Azeroth to have a second person besides the Lich King who could control the dead......" Zhang Cheng muttered under his breath as he quickened his pace and left the people behind far behind.

When he arrived at the end of the tomb, he saw a black sarcophagus, different from the ordinary coffins around him, this coffin was extraordinarily large, almost ten times the size of ordinary pipes, and the surface was not engraved with the name of the deceased, but was engraved with dense arcane runes.

But for some reason, a few of the places near the seal became blurred, and a strong aura of evil and death continued to spread through the cracks.

Out of curiosity, he gently put his hand on the coffin, and immediately felt that countless cold voices echoed in his ears.

"Weakling...... Obey my will......"

"Destroy the runes...... Open the coffin ......"

"Let me out...... I will give you great strength and eternal life......"

These voices were like mental attacks, constantly impacting the brain, trying to influence Zhang Cheng's consciousness and judgment.

Sadly, he was unmoved, and instead transferred his consciousness and asked, "Who are you, and why are you buried here?"

"My name is Okaré!I'm a mighty orc warlock!A member of the Shadow Council!I've been plotted by Gul'dan!This damn liar told me to lead an army to the Alliance!But he's gone to the Tomb of Sargeras in search of the Dark Titan's power!Let me go!Human! I swear I'll give you great power!True power!" The self-proclaimed Orc Warlock roared in rage.

"Oh, how do I know you're not lying to me?" asked Zhang Cheng in a tone of interest.

"Lie to you? No, the great Okare never bothered to deceive a weak human mage!, put your hand near the seal, and I can give you some warlock knowledge and power first, and then you will understand how strong I am. ”

Listening to the boasting of this guy who had not changed his tone, a playful smile appeared on Zhang Cheng's face, and he bent down to carefully examine the runes around the coffin, and after confirming that the vague runes would not affect the overall sealing effect too much, he put his hand up.

Okaré obviously felt the warmth that belonged to the living, and laughed wildly: "Hahahaha! Close your eyes and feel my greatness! There is no power in this world like a warlock!"

The words just fell!

A huge amount of knowledge poured into Zhang Cheng's mind through spiritual connections.

Shadow Arrow, Sacrifice, Summoning Demons, Curse of Frailty, Corrosion, Dread, Life Divert, Curse of Pain, Soul Drain, Life Stone, Life Channel, Reckless Curse, Demon Breath, Searing Pain, Armor, Fire Rain, Kilrog's Eye, Mana Drain, Invisibility Detection, Verbal Curse, Banishment, Flame Stone, Elemental Curse, Shadow Curse......

What's even more terrifying is that in addition to knowledge, there is also a terrible evil energy that also enters the body and runs around unscrupulously, completely uncontrolled.

One of his eyes revealed a dark green color that symbolized evil energy and demons several times, which was very scary.