"Interesting, is this arcane energy?"

Looking at the bottle emitting violet mysterious halo, a faint smile appeared on Zhang Cheng\'s face.

Although he had not closed his eyes for more than 40 hours, he was very excited.

Because with a lot of knowledge from books, he can extract pure arcane energy without the help of simplified career template.

In other words, it is easy to understand that the mana value in the game is embodied, and it is not known whether it is a gaseous or liquid mysterious substance.

Don\'t think it\'s nothing. For a mage of Azeroth, extracting pure arcane energy means that he can make magic items.

Take the enchanting robe worn by many casters as an example. The looming arcane Rune line on it is the product of arcane energy and superior silk thread treated in a special way.

Besides, there are also arcane runes, all kinds of spell dust, magic light fragments, inextinguishable essence, etc., all originating from these colorful primitive arcane energies.

It can be said that if a mage has mastered the skill of extracting primitive arcane energy, he will not have to worry about money in his life. He only needs to extract some arcane energy from time to time and sell it to businessmen, which is easy to get rich returns.

Of course, due to the limitation of his own strength, the purity of the arcane energy proposed by Zhang Cheng is not very high and can only be used to make some primary magic materials.

Just when he wanted to create a magic wand for himself to practice according to the methods recorded in the book, he suddenly heard a bumpy noise outside the house, followed by a man shouting in common language: "Your Excellency, I\'m old George. Are you at home?"

"Old George?"

Zhang Cheng subconsciously frowned and looked out through the gap in the window. He found that several carriages were parked in the open space only tens of meters away from the wooden house.

First, a bald old man was carrying several heavy sacks and looked eagerly at the second floor, as if waiting for a positive reply.

The other party obviously didn\'t know that the mage who originally lived here had died for a long time, and only one body was still lying in bed.

Just when he was very hesitant to go out and meet these Azeroth natives and get some information about the outside world, a few lines of small characters suddenly appeared on the parchment that had not been moving for many days.

Task:

1、 The apprentice\'s trial arrived in Dalaran, the magical kingdom, within ten days and was recognized by the kenrito Council. If you successfully complete the reward, open the talent tree, and if you fail, permanently close the talent.

2、 Eyes in the dark, you have been stared at by mysterious enemies. One professional skill will be awarded at random for successfully resolving the crisis.

3、 The merchant\'s ambition to help old George fulfill his wishes. A Firestone staff will be rewarded for successfully completing the task, and there will be no punishment for failure.

"Ha ha, what is this? What is your mission log?" Zhang Cheng stared at parchment and make complaints about Tucao.

However, it is a pity that parchment does not seem to have the ability to think and did not respond to his ridicule. It shows that it will soon restore calm after completing the task.

"Well, since you want me to interact with the indigenous people of the world, I\'ll do what you want..."

Muttering to himself, he quickly took off his casual clothes, took out a set of robes and boots belonging to Ruisen from the wardrobe, put them on, pushed the door to the balcony on the second floor, and Gao Lin said, "sorry, if you want to find my teacher, I\'m afraid you\'ll be disappointed. He left the world not long ago."

"Leave... Leave the world?"

A little girl with long blond hair, her eyes showed her fear from the bottom of her heart, and the whole person couldn\'t help shivering.

"Yes, he died and left a suicide note before he died. I was going to Dalaran to report the news of his death to the kenrito Council." Zhang Cheng took out the ironic suicide note and shook it in front of the people.

After much consideration, he decided to integrate into the world as an apprentice of Rayson.

After all, after twenty years from the dark gate and the devastating destruction of Dalaran, Ruisen lived in seclusion alone. More than four years were enough for him to train a mage apprentice.

Old George was stunned and looked at the young man standing in front of him. After a while, he asked, "since the master is gone, can you allow us to stay here for one night? I am willing to pay you a generous reward."

Zhang Cheng quietly glanced at the members of the team, especially the two sword soldiers, and finally pretended to nod his head: "yes! I allow you to rest in front of the wooden house, but you can\'t come up. I like quiet, so please reduce the noise as much as possible."

"Of course! Thank you very much! Oh, by the way, I have some small gifts here. Please accept them."

Overjoyed old George hurried forward two steps and raised the sack in his hand.

"Gift?" Zhang Cheng bent down and inexplicably opened the bag and found that it was full of bread, pie, cheese, ham, bacon, fresh fruits and vegetables.

Although it is not worth much money, it is still very attractive for him who has eaten magic bread for more than half a month.

You should know that although bread made by food making can barely fill your stomach, the taste and taste can\'t be flattered. It\'s basically like sawdust.

"Please don\'t dislike some local specialties of Nanhai town. In fact, every time we pass by here, we will bring some to Lord Ruisen." old George explained politely.

"I see. I accept your kindness. Thank you." Zhang Cheng politely thanked him, dragged two sacks to the balcony on the second floor, and walked into the house without looking back.

Hungry, he doesn\'t want outsiders to see his drooling appearance, and he doesn\'t want to destroy the image that he finally established.

"Hoo... It\'s going well, isn\'t it?" old George turned and smiled at the two guards, followed by a sign to the Coachmans to set up camp.

Under his command, after a while, the warm bonfire was lit. Everyone sat around the bonfire and whispered about what had just happened.

No one noticed that when the sun set, a group of dark shadows surrounded the forest hut silently from all directions, and the two guards with ulterior motives took off their heavy armor and put on black scarves to join them.

For a moment, the evil shadow shrouded over the cabin. Maybe the next second, a terrible attack will happen