"It's annoying! You green-skinned orc idiots have been kicked stupidly by donkeys? Can't you just use your brains a little bit to identify the identity of the person you robbed?"

Zhang Cheng gritted his teeth and cursed while pinching his nose to prevent the smell of blood and sour from entering his respiratory tract.

Around him, a radius of more than ten meters, lay all over the place with mutilated orc corpses.

This was the twelfth wave of orcs he had encountered within two days of entering the northern part of Red Ridge Mountain, and it also broke his record of killing more than thirty orcs in a single time.

There is no way, these idiots whose minds are full of thoughts of war and plunder do not engage in any kind of negotiation or communication at all, and the first thing they do when they meet is to draw their weapons, shout unknown slogans, and rush up and slash like crazy.

In desperation, Zhang Cheng could only use force to kill everyone who dared to show his weapons at him, and by the way, he took the opportunity to extract soul fragments.

In just a few days, the soul pouch he hung around his waist was filled with hundreds of orc souls of all sizes that were constantly roaring.

It is also thanks to the blessing of these orcs, his use of warlock spells is becoming more and more pure, and now even if he does not use the power of the mage and does not summon demons, he can easily inject the curse spell into the target's body, and watch the other party fall at his feet with a face of unwillingness, and slowly swallow his last breath.

Of course, as the price of frequent fighting, he not only lost the horse he was traveling on, but also inevitably got some unbearable smell on his body. For example, the smell of blood, and then the sour smell caused by orcs not bathing for a long time.

However, complaining is complaining, Zhang Cheng is still quite satisfied with his gains, especially a bag full of soul fragments, which can not only be used to cast powerful destruction spells, but also can be used to lure powerful demons.

Just as he was happily planning how to use a part of his soul fragments to summon a doomsday guard who could truly charge into battle, a black gate wrapped in hard iron suddenly appeared not far ahead, and he didn't know what force smashed it.

Undoubtedly, this is the gate that is said to be the only passage that separates the Burning Plains from the Red Ridge Mountain.

Ever since the Black Iron Dwarves frantically summoned the fire demon Ragnaros, the Burning Plains have been filled with a large amount of magma from the depths of the earth, as well as alien life from the world of fire elementals.

In order to prevent these irascible elemental beings from threatening the safety of Lakeside Town, the Stormwind Kingdom forged a special magical gate to defend against possible invasions.

But now, the arcane runes engraved on the gate have long been completely destroyed by the powerful force, and they have fallen crookedly on the side of the road.

Less than two hundred meters from the gate, a nest of imps from warped time and space were happily bathing and playing in the magma, with piercing screams from time to time.

Feeling the rolling heat wave in the air, Zhang Cheng took a deep breath and sighed softly: "The Burning Plains really deserve its name. I can't believe how the Blackstone Orcs, the Black Iron Dwarves, and the Firebelly Ogre survive in such a hostile environment......"

The words just fell!

He raised his head and drank a bottle of secondary invisibility potion, completely ignoring the imps in the magma, and officially stepped into the area of influence of Mount Doom.

The sky was as red as if it had been stained with blood......

The earth was charred black by the scorching magma......

If there's one place in Azeroth that comes closest to the fabled Purgatory, it's the Burning Plains.

Because of the terrible summoning of the Black Iron Dwarves, Ragnaros broke the Titans' seals in one fell swoop and returned to Azeroth from the fire elemental world, so the deepest part of the blackstone volcano's billowing magma is one of the classic team dungeons of the sixties, the Molten Heart.

Being in the Burning Plains, Zhang Cheng could clearly feel that the intensity of the fire elemental energy was skyrocketing, and even the proportion of fire elemental energy in some places accounted for seventy percent of the magical energy.

This means that in such an environment, it is impossible to cast frost magic, and it is absolutely impossible to have all the mages in the team use ice arrows to attack fire elemental life like in the game.

He even wondered who would be able to kill the famous fire demon Ragnaros in such an environment.

Not to mention killing, it's a miracle to reach the depths of the Molten Heart alive.

You must know that the ambient temperature of the Burning Plains alone has reached an astonishing fifty-five degrees Celsius, and the closer you get to the vicinity of the Black Rock Mountain, the higher the temperature becomes, and it is estimated that it is not worth making a fuss about entering the vicinity of the Black Rock Tower, reaching 90 to 100 degrees Celsius.

According to the conclusions of the experiments of scientists on the earth, the average adult can last for a maximum of one hour in an environment of 71 degrees Celsius, and can last less than 50 minutes at 82 degrees Celsius.

All of the above is on the premise of not doing strenuous exercise!

As we all know, the more people are fighting, the more heat their bodies need to dissipate.

Zhang Cheng couldn't imagine who could defeat Ragnaros in such a terrifying environment in the so-called "correct history".

Are they all a bunch of forgotten people who don't need to breathe, don't need to rest, don't have a heartbeat, and don't even belong to normal life?

Walking slowly along the endless black scorched earth, Zhang Cheng carefully dodged the huge scorpions, the wolfs with brown-red fur, and the fire and lava elements that occasionally appeared near the lava.

In less than four hours, his whole body was already soaked with sweat, and the amount of drinking water he carried in his magic waist bag was only three days' worth of water.

If he can't find a place to replenish his drinking water within three days, he can only start using a lot of mana to artificially create fresh water.

Even more terrifying, in the devastated Burning Plains, he had no way to make out his direction, whether it was a compass affected by a chaotic magnetic field or a sky obscured by gray smoke.

The only thing that can barely be used as a marker is the huge volcano that towers ahead, the Black Rock Mountain.

In desperation, he had no choice but to use the Deception Orb to transform himself into the appearance of a Blackstone Orc Warlock and walk straight towards Blackstone Mountain.

At least this dress, you won't be directly attacked by orcs and black dragons along the way, as for the rest of the things, let's take one step at a time.

Zhang Cheng believed that as long as he could stand in front of Nefarian, the black dragon prince, he would definitely be able to gain the trust of the other party, and even personally participate in the process of creating colorful dragons and dragon beasts.

On the path of transcendence, there is no such thing as good and evil, good and evil, there is only endless power and knowledge.

Through continuous learning, he will be able to uncover the secrets hidden behind the parchment, no longer be played with by anyone, and truly control his future and destiny......