Chapter 307

"How do you feel? Are you better?" warna chenge asked, looking at the pupils of the young mage sitting next to her, constantly changing between black and violet.

Zhang Cheng took a sip of the cool river water, gently shook his dizzy head and replied, "fortunately, it's just a little too much. It's no big problem. However, in a short time, I'm afraid I can't solve hundreds of undead creatures at once as I did just now."

"No, you don't understand what I mean. Don't you think what you just did is crazy and reckless? As a mage, you should use wisdom rather than violence to solve problems. I admit that you have unparalleled talent in fighting, but that doesn't mean..."

Before Varna chenge finished speaking, Zhang Cheng interrupted impatiently: "I know what you're going to say. Indeed, wisdom is very important for mages. Even from a certain point of view, mages should represent wisdom. However, sometimes wisdom does not mean that they can solve all problems. Especially when facing a group of irrational enemies, the only choice is the most direct violence. Look at the endless undead? Do you expect Negotiate with them? "

"But you shouldn't risk yourself! You know, just like the situation just now, you will be torn to pieces by countless undead with one small mistake. I don't want you to have any long and short comings, and I don't want you to never taste the taste of pure Sunwell water again." the Female Elf clenched her teeth and issued a warning.

Obviously, if anyone in Azeroth is most concerned about Zhang Cheng's life, it must be her.

"Ha ha! Well, maybe you're right. I'm a little crazy." Zhang Cheng burst out a burst of inexplicable laughter.

He was very wise not to continue arguing with each other, but stood up and came to the two boiling tongs.

Zenobia, who stood in front of her, quickly stood up, saluted and said in a slightly trembling voice, "master, I have poured all the solvent in according to your request."

"Well done! Now let everyone leave. You'd better pretend you didn't see the next thing." after saying that, Zhang Cheng took out the bottle of specially treated plague from his pocket, pulled out the plug and poured two drops into the pot.

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The originally clear boiling water was immediately dyed into a strange dark green, and sent out choking gray smoke. In less than two or three minutes, the surrounding air began to become turbid, flowers and trees withered and died rapidly, and even the soil on the ground showed an abnormal smell of decay.

"This is..."

Zenobia stared at the incredible changes taking place in front of her, and the whole person became very nervous.

Although the place where the scourge of the dead broke out was in the north of the eastern continent, that is, the territory of the kingdom of Lordaeron, this does not mean that she has not heard of the terrible plague.

On the contrary, because the first outbreak destroyed one of the most powerful human kingdoms, people's fear of it far exceeded that of the orcs who had invaded Azeroth many times.

Staring at the strong fear in the girl's eyes, Zhang Cheng nodded quietly: "Yes, this is the magic plague, specifically the strengthened special plague. It can not only make the infected creatures complete the transformation from life to death in a few minutes, but also strengthen the basic abilities of undead creatures. However, at the cost, these undead creatures will consume a lot of death energy. That is to say, if they can't be supplemented by the outside world, they will soon consume energy Die as hard as you can. "

"I see! You're going to use this method to wipe out the hordes of dead in the tomb, aren't you?" Zenobia's face showed an expression of enlightenment.

"Yes, but this method has a fatal disadvantage, that is, among a large number of undead, it is inevitable that one or two special individuals will survive energy consumption and complete evolution. This means that we have to deal with several high-level undead after the plague." Zhang Cheng explained while pulling the girl away from the clamp pot with gray smoke.

In fact, without his warning, the night watchmen consciously retreated outside the fence, and altaia took out a handkerchief to cover her mouth and nose.

About ten minutes or so, some low-level undead driven by instinct began to slowly approach the Tong pot, followed by the erosion of the gray fog, they gradually became restless and excited, especially the ghouls roared from time to time, and their movements and reactions were several times faster.

Fortunately, this state lasted only half an hour. They gradually became silent and their movements became slower and slower. Finally, they fell to the ground and never got up again.

After a period of time, almost all the dead of the whole Raven ridge tomb were attracted.

With more and more bones and bodies on the ground, Varna chenge finally couldn't help reminding: "almost! If it continues, the plague will completely pollute the land and there is no possibility of recovery."

"No! Wait!" Zhang Cheng refused the other party's suggestion indifferently.

Because he felt that not far ahead, a powerful death energy was slowly approaching, just like a torch in the dark.

Just when the Female Elf wanted to say something, a slight vibration suddenly came from the ground. Before everyone could react, a huge shadow came out from the end of the path in the cemetery.

It has a height of more than four meters. Its whole body is sewn up by countless corpses. Its one eye always emits light like a beast.

"My God! It's... it's disgust! How can there be disgust in wuyaoling cemetery?!" a night watchman couldn't help exclaiming.

Not only him, but also other people's reaction was not much better. Altaia's face was as heavy as water, biting her lower lip.

You should know that the hatred of stitching with strong self-healing ability is almost invincible in rural areas such as twilight forest. If night watchmen like militias want to kill them, they almost need the destruction of the whole army.

"Hatred can't appear out of thin air unless someone uses a psychic spell to make it. Get ready for battle. It's not garbage that will be easily consumed by the plague." after saying that, Zhang Cheng took a deep breath and poured a small bottle of Sunwell water into his mouth.

As a well-known interloper of the plot, he will never forget that there is a so-called hermit hidden in crow ridge. If there is no accident, stitching hatred is the masterpiece of this guy.

Although it is not clear how the other party gathered so many strange materials without the help of the player, he decided to kill his hatred and prevent the terrible slaughter at night.

"Damn it! If I know who did it! I must hang him in public!" altaia's two eyes burst out angry flames