"Want to move the rescue? It\'s not that easy! Go, catch up with me and get rid of those annoying little mice. As for the living mage, let me deal with it." said, the forgotten man holding the magic wand tightened the reins and slowed down the speed of the dead war horse. He kept circling around Zhang Cheng, his eyes glowing strangely red.

Obviously, she is the leader of the ambush team and a powerful flame expert mage. The shock wave just now is the best proof.

If the horses had not suffered most of the injuries, Zhang Cheng believed that he could not have just suffered a little bruise and scratch. Maybe even half of his life would have been lost.

Under the threat of death, his nerves tightened quickly, he didn\'t dare to be a little distracted, and he couldn\'t take any action to stop the other two forgotten people from chasing Garrick, old George and little Jenny. He could only hope that the three of them could run faster and rush into Dalaran\'s warning range before they were killed.

"Hehe, why, are you worried about your friends?" the necromancer raised his mouth and showed a playful expression on his face.

It can be seen that she likes to torture her opponent\'s spirit before the war, so that she can\'t concentrate on the battle.

You should know that the battle between mages is no better than that between soldiers and thieves. Many times, muscle memory can replace the brain to make judgment. They need to observe more carefully to confirm what spells the opponent will release next, so as to protect and counterattack in advance.

This means that any distraction will lead to misjudgment. Mages do not have the same strong physique and vigorous vitality as soldiers, so the result of misjudgment is death.

Although Zhang Cheng has only been a mage for a few days, he knows his own advantages and disadvantages very well and responds with a sneer: "I\'m sorry to disappoint you. They are not my friends. To be exact, we haven\'t realized for two days. Without the deep friendship you think, even if they are killed, I won\'t be sad. At most, I lamented the impermanence of fate. After all, mortals will die, and I will use my own strength to make their death meaningful."

"Oh? You seem very confident? Haven\'t you noticed the huge gap between us?" the necromancer gently waved his staff and released a small dark red magic vortex.

Through this vortex, even those who do not understand magic can clearly feel the pure fire element energy contained in it. One of the criteria to measure whether a mage is strong or not is the purity of his own magic.

Because pure energy can greatly improve the power of spells.

Taking fireball as an example, the higher the purity of the caster\'s magic, the higher the temperature of the flame and the stronger the shock wave generated by the explosion;

The ice arrow is just the opposite. The higher the purity of magic, the lower the temperature of the ice arrow, and the hardness of the ice rises sharply, even piercing the shield in an instant.

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

Even if he uses the fire protection enchantment, he can\'t resist the fire spell fired by the opponent several times.

Generally speaking, under such a huge power gap, any resistance is futile. It\'s better to wait for death directly.

But Zhang Cheng still has a card, a card that can directly kill the other party although it is risky.

This card is a silver Rune Stone hidden in his broad robe. As long as the Rune Stone is inserted into the opponent\'s body and the violet barrier is activated, the violent magic energy will completely destroy a dead creature in just a few seconds, even if it is a rough and fleshy hatred.

Seeing that Zhang Cheng neither spoke nor gave up his intention to resist, the necromancer regretfully spread his hand: "well, it seems that you are a stubborn guy. In that case, let the game begin."

As soon as the voice fell, her hands suddenly burst into dazzling red fire.

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

Although the power gap between the two was a little big, the counter-measures took effect.

Under the influence of a magical turbulence, the fire light from the hands of the necromancer completely lost control, exploded with a bang, and retreated for several steps. It is estimated that he will not release any spells related to fire within a few seconds.

But she didn\'t panic. Instead, she laughed and praised: "great! A wonderful reaction, but unfortunately, it can\'t make up for the gap between us. Even if I don\'t use my best fire magic, you are doomed to fail."

"Don\'t talk, dear lady of the dead, I know it\'s not far from Dalaran. If you don\'t move fast, the Archmage of the kenrito parliament may send it at any time." Zhang Cheng moved forward quietly while provoking.

His plan is to shorten the distance between them to a place where flash can reach, and then insert the rune into the other party\'s mouth full of maggots with a lightning speed.

Only one chance!

He must be very careful not to let the other party realize his true intention.

"Don\'t worry, living man, I promise that you will become a corpse before the archmages of Dalaran arrive. Of course, out of appreciation for you, I decided to bring your corpse back to the dark city for resurrection and become one of us. The dark queen always welcomes those talented people to join the forgotten." after that, the necromancer slowly raised his right hand.

I saw the lilac light gathering stronger and stronger at her fingertips. In the blink of an eye, several light balls crossed a beautiful track in the air and flew straight to Zhang Cheng\'s position.

Arcane missile!

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

Unlike most magic that requires time to prepare, Arcane Missiles do not need preparation, but after release, mages need to concentrate on guidance 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, he was ecstatic. He immediately flashed forward and suddenly stuffed the rune into his opponent\'s mouth: "rest in peace, madam. I won the duel."

Next second

The silver Rune bursts out powerful energy, and the brilliant violet light forms a small magic boundary in just a few seconds.

The necromancer didn\'t even react. Under the burning of magic energy, he turned into a pool of disgusting colloids and gave off a pungent smell.

As for the magic missile that lost the mage\'s guidance, it soon dissipated in the air.

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