"It's not that easy to move the rescuers, go, catch up with me and get rid of those pesky little mice. As for this living mage, I'll take care of it. As he spoke, the Forsaken with the staff tightened his reins, slowing down the speed of the Death Horse, circling around Zhang Cheng, his eyes glowing with a strange red light.

It was clear that she was the leader of the ambush team and a powerful flame mage, as evidenced by that shockwave.

If it weren't for the fact that the horses had suffered most of the injuries, Zhang Cheng believed that he would never have been able to just suffer a few bumps and abrasions, and he would lose half of his life.

Under the threat of death, his nerves tensed rapidly, and he did not dare to be distracted at all, let alone withdraw his hand to stop the other two Forsaken from pursuing Garrick, Old George, and Little Jenny, and could only hope that the three of them could run faster, at least rush into Dalaran's warning range before being killed.

"Hehe, what, are you worried about your friend?" the necromancer curled the corners of his mouth, a playful expression on his face.

It can be seen that she is very fond of torturing her opponent's spirit before starting a battle, so that he cannot concentrate on the battle.

It is important to know that mages are no better than warriors and thieves, and many times muscle memory can replace the brain to make judgments, and they need to make more careful observations to determine what kind of spell the opponent will release next, so as to protect and counterattack in advance.

This means that any distraction will lead to a mistake in judgment, and a mage does not have the strong physique and vigorous vitality of a warrior, so the result of a mistake in judgment is death.

Although Zhang Cheng had only been a mage for a few days, he was very aware of his strengths and weaknesses, and responded with a sneer: "I'm sorry to disappoint you, they are not my friends. To be exact, we have only known each other for less than two days, and there is no such deep friendship as you think, even if they are killed, I will not be sad, at most I will sigh at the impermanence of fate. After all, mortals will eventually die, and I will use my own power to make their deaths meaningful. ”

"Oh, you seem to be confident, haven't you noticed the huge disparity in strength between us?" the necromancer waved his staff slightly, unleashing a small dark red vortex of magical power.

Through this vortex, even people who don't understand magic can clearly feel the pure fire elemental energy contained in it, and one of the criteria for measuring the strength of a mage is the purity of his own magic power.

Because energy purity can greatly increase the power of spells.

In the case of Fireball, the purity of the caster's magic is higher, the higher the temperature of the flame, and the stronger the shock wave generated by the explosion.

The Ice Arrow is the opposite, the higher the purity of the mana, the lower the temperature of the Ice Arrow, and the hardness of the ice increases dramatically, even piercing the shield in an instant.

There is no doubt that with Zhang Cheng's current magic purity, he is only half of the enemy's at most, and according to the game, the opponent's mage level is at least ten levels or even more higher than him.

Even if he used the flame protection enchantment, he couldn't resist the flame-based spells fired by the opponent a few times.

Generally speaking, with such a huge disparity in strength, any resistance is futile, and it is better to wait for death directly.

But Zhang Cheng also has a hole card, a hole card that is risky, but can directly kill the opponent.

This hole card is a silver runestone hidden in his lenient robes, and if you insert the runestone into your opponent's body and activate the violet barrier, the furious magical energy will completely destroy an undead creature in just a few seconds, even if it is a thick-skinned abomination.

Seeing that Zhang Cheng neither spoke nor had any intention of giving up resistance, the necromancer spread his hands regretfully: "Okay, it seems that you are a stubborn guy. In that case, let's let the game begin. ”

As soon as she finished speaking, a blinding red fire suddenly erupted from her hands.

Zhang Cheng, who had been waiting for a long time, gave the other party a magic countermeasure without thinking.

Although the difference in power between the two was a bit large, the countermeasures took effect.

The fire from the necromancer's hand, under the influence of a magical turbulence, completely lost control, exploded with a thud, and retreated several steps in embarrassment, probably not thinking of releasing any fire-related spells for a few seconds.

But she didn't panic, but laughed and praised, "Great! A wonderful countermeasure, but unfortunately, it can't bridge the gap between us." Even if I don't use my best fire magic, you're doomed to fail. ”

"Don't be foolish, dear lady of the undead, I know this is not far from Dalaran, and if you don't move quickly, the archmage of the Kenrito Council could teleport at any moment. Zhang Cheng provoked while moving forward quietly.

His plan was to first shorten the distance between the two to a place that could be reached by the flash technique, and then insert the runes into the maggot-infested mouths of the other party with lightning speed.

You only get one chance!

He must be extremely careful not to let the other party perceive his true intentions.

"Don't worry, living, I promise you'll be a corpse before the archmages of Dalaran arrive. Of course, out of appreciation for you, I have decided to bring your corpse back to the Undercity to be resurrected and become one of us. The Queen of Darkness always welcomes those who are talented to join the Forsaken. With that, the necromancer slowly raised his right hand.

I saw that the lilac light was gathering stronger and stronger in her fingertips, and in the blink of an eye, several balls of light crossed a graceful trajectory in the air, flying straight towards Zhang Cheng's location.

Arcane Missile!

Zhang Cheng recognized this simple but deadly spell at a glance!

Unlike most spells that require time to prepare, Arcane Missiles feature that they do not require preparation, but require the mage to concentrate on channeling them after they are released to ensure that the missile will follow the target until it hits.

He was still thinking about how to divert his opponent's attention when he saw this scene, and he was ecstatic in his heart, and immediately came close to him in a flash, and suddenly stuffed the rune into the opponent's mouth: "Rest in peace, ma'am, I won this duel." ”

Next Second......

The silver runes burst out with powerful energy, and the brilliant violet light formed a small magical enchantment in just a few seconds.

And the necromancer didn't even react, and under the scorching of magical energy, it turned into a disgusting gelatinous substance, and at the same time exuded a pungent smell.

As for the magic missile that lost the mage's guidance, it quickly dissipated in the air without a trace.

Looking at the enemy's tragic death, Zhang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief and muttered in a voice that only he could hear: "Arrogance is a poison, especially for mages. It seems that I have to keep reminding myself to be humble and never make similar mistakes. Thank you, my enemy, for giving me a good negative teaching material......"