"OK, OK, I\'m leaving now. I really don\'t understand the style. Maybe you can\'t realize the fun of being a man until a few years later." Sophia raised her hands to surrender, grabbed the leather armor and clothes still at the foot of the bed, jumped out of the window and disappeared out of sight in less than three or five seconds.

Although she is now enchanted by evil magic, it does not affect her IQ and judgment, especially the magic energy rapidly gathered in the room, which even idiots can detect.

Perhaps the next second, the destructive spell will roar, and no rational person will choose to stay in place.

Seeing the other party leave, the flickering cold light in Zhang Cheng\'s eyes began to fade slowly. He bent down to pick up the books that fell on the ground and carefully opened the first page.

It was written in the crooked human common language: "do you desire power, young man? If you do, come to me. I can give you more power than arcane - marez Kaul."

"Ha ha! Simple and direct, I like it." Zhang Chengcheng burst into laughter when he couldn\'t help it.

Maybe others don\'t know who marez Kaul is, but he knows very well that this is an Orc Female warlock who ostensibly works for syndicate, but secretly loyal to a mysterious organization called Argus recovery, which seems to be inextricably linked with the Burning Legion.

In other words, even if he didn\'t look at the content inside, he knew that there must be a lot of taboo knowledge related to shadow, evil energy and demons. Once he couldn\'t resist temptation, he would soon become a pawn of the Legion.

Gul\'dan, the founder of the Shadow Council at that time, was lured to degenerate step by step, almost ruining the future of the orcs.

Feeling the evil energy slowly boiling on the page, Zhang Cheng stuffed it into his backpack without thinking. He didn\'t even have the interest to open it. At least he would never read the content before he had certain relevant knowledge and discrimination.

You know, Azeroth is not like a martial arts novel. If you pick up a secret script, you can cultivate it into a peerless divine skill.

In this world full of intrigues, if you pick up a book full of mysterious power on the roadside, the greatest possibility is not to obtain powerful power, but to be bewitched and brainwashed by the demons of the Burning Legion or ancient evil gods, and finally become each other\'s slaves.

As a mage who has gained arcane power, Zhang Cheng does not think it is necessary to take great risks to study evil energy and shadow energy, or even deal with demons.

After collecting the books, he quickly locked the doors and windows. The whole man was lying on the hard wooden bed. He didn\'t even take off his clothes, shoes and socks. He stared at the wooden board overhead. Before long, he fell asleep.

The next morning, when he woke up with his eyes open, he could hear the noise from outside. He got up and opened the window. The first thing he saw was busy farmers. They began to harvest the food in the surrounding fields in an orderly manner under the protection of the militia.

Although everyone knows that at the current speed, it is impossible to complete the heavy autumn harvest task before the first autumn rain, he still tries his best to race against time.

Because if the rain wets the mature ears of wheat, it won\'t take long for the wheat grains to mildew and rot.

Maybe in peacetime, they will use air drying to avoid this kind of situation.

But now, let alone drying grain, even walking out of the fence may be attacked by the forgotten, and we can only watch the fruits of hard work for more than half a year come to naught.

Looking at these suffering ordinary people, Zhang Cheng suddenly feels very lucky. At least the familiar and strange parallel earth doesn\'t have to worry about a madman trying to conquer or destroy the world every three or five times.

Just when he had some inexplicable feelings, Garrick appeared next to the window with a black horse and greeted him in a slightly excited tone: "good morning, Mr. mage, I\'m glad to see that you\'ve got up. You know, the most annoying thing for the dead is the morning sunrise, so they rarely come out for activities during this time, which is the best time for us to start."

"What about breakfast? I haven\'t had breakfast yet." Zhang Cheng joked.

"Look, Aunt Maggie\'s pork pie. I\'ve prepared it for you. You can eat it while walking on the road." Garrick threw a leather pocket on the saddle.

Zhang Cheng took it over and opened it. He found that it was stuffed with baked pasta the size of the palm of more than a dozen adult men. It may be because it was just released. It felt a little hot. Breaking one of them, the delicious and attractive meat filling immediately appeared in front of him.

He didn\'t even think about it. He bit it directly, ate it in three or two bites, and then wiped the residue at the corner of his mouth without raising his head and asked, "where\'s old George? Has he arranged everything for the caravan?"

"You mean the businessman? He got up much earlier than you. He arranged everything an hour ago. Look, he\'s waiting for us." then Garrick pointed to the gate of the town.

Old George was telling a coachman something. His lovely little daughter followed and looked around curiously.

"OK, let\'s go to Dalaran now." Zhang Cheng took his belongings with him, pushed the door open, stepped on the stirrup and rode on the black horse.

Perhaps for many people living in modern society, riding has become a kind of entertainment that rich people can enjoy, but for him who lived on the prairie for a period of time as a child, it is as simple as eating and drinking water.

In the blink of an eye, he urged the horse to run to the gate.

The mayor of Burnside, who had been waiting for a long time, quickly took out a bulging envelope from his arms: "Mr. mage, I write down all the abnormal actions of the dead in recent times. Please help to hand it over to the kenrito Council, hoping to help crack the magic plague."

"Don\'t worry, I swear I will hand it over to the archmages." Zhang Cheng gave a guarantee without thinking.

In fact, he also needs such things to divert his attention, so as to cover up his real identity.

"Thank you very much. Finally, allow me to wish you a pleasant journey." Mayor Burnside bent down and bowed deeply.

Zhang Cheng rode on the horse and nodded slightly in response. Then he took the lead through the city gate and ran at a uniform speed towards the northwest. The heavily armed Garrick followed him. Old George and Jenny rode together on a horse and followed him. After a while, they disappeared on the horizon.

Looking at the dust in the distance, the Registrar Heras whitesteed suddenly asked, "Burnside, my old friend, do you think that young mage can help us through this crisis?"

"Don\'t ask me, old friend, I don\'t know. But I know that he is our only hope now..." the mayor sighed and muttered in a low voice