For a group of devout and fanatical believers, nothing can make them feel more excited, thrilled and satisfied than witnessing the arrival of gods and listening to their teachings.
Even if this god brought news that couldn't be any worse.
However, Lanny and other high-ranking priests did not announce the news of Zuo Si's arrival to the public. They simply elevated the status of the young man he possessed and told all believers that this was the one chosen by God and represented the will of God.
Although the other pastors and believers did not quite understand what was going on, they did not show any dissatisfaction. Instead, they were all very happy.
After all, this so-called Church of the God of Contract was established not long ago.
Moreover, most people are willing to join out of gratitude for saving their lives, or for revenge against the Curse Cult and the undead creatures they control. Their minds and ideas are relatively simple, without too many intrigues or thoughts of fighting for power.
But it is hard to say what it will become as it continues to grow and develop.
You have to know that in the face of huge interests and power, it is difficult for ordinary people to remain true to themselves and not be tempted for a long time.
Of course, in Zuo Si's eyes, it doesn't matter what the church eventually becomes.
Anyway, this is just a tool for him to enter Azeroth. If it rots, he can just throw it away.
As the team set out again, Arthas got closer and closer to Stratholme, the crossroads that would determine his fate.
Although the wheat fields on both sides of the road have turned golden, it is about to enter the most important harvest season of the year.
But no one felt happy or joyful.
Because of the influence of the undead scourge and the plague, many villages suffered heavy casualties, and only half or even fewer of the lucky ones received treatment and survived.
Some villages were completely wiped out and not a single living person could be seen.
It can be predicted that even if the wheat ears in the fields are ripe, there may not be enough people to harvest, dry, thresh and grind them, and many crops will even rot in the fields.
It is obvious that the Lich King and his cursed sect have indeed achieved quite good results in slaughtering civilians and reducing the population.
According to conservative estimates, at least 500,000 rural residents were completely transformed into undead creatures as a result of this round of plague.
Because the villages of the Kingdom of Lordaeron lacked medical and garrison forces, they could not stand the doomsday scene of the plague and the siege of the undead army. Basically, wherever the plague spread, a large number of people would die.
Compared to the well-known "Stratholme Massacre", in fact, these neglected farmers are the most miserable.
No wonder Arthas was so angry, extreme, and even completely irrational when facing the dreadlord Mal'Ganis. He was easily provoked and did such a cruel thing as speed-killing the city.
Anyone who witnesses his once prosperous country being ruined like this, with thousands of people being slaughtered and even their bodies being desecrated, will inevitably become crazy and desire revenge.
Not to mention that he has a strong sense of responsibility and mission in his heart, believing that the king and the crown prince have a natural obligation to protect their people from foreign enemies.
Zuo Si ordered some of the church members to stay behind to harvest the ownerless farmland and store food in preparation for the upcoming boat trip south.
When they arrived at the outskirts of Stratholme, the originally huge military church was reduced to only about 120 priests and 3,000 militiamen who had received simple training and had fairly good weapons and equipment.
Although these people cannot be compared with the Royal Guard of Lordaeron, their combat effectiveness is quite impressive due to their religious fanaticism.
At least in the prince's eyes, they are qualified to be used as a reserve force.
Arthas had obviously accumulated a lot of experience in fighting the undead, and he immediately signaled his adjutant to build a solid military camp so that the soldiers would have a place to eat and sleep in peace no matter what they encountered.
At the same time, make sure you don't get stabbed by an enemy that suddenly pops up.
Obviously, at this moment he has become a qualified, even excellent commander.
Just as the soldiers and church members began to cut down trees and dismantle old houses to build a military camp, the sound of horse hooves and slight vibrations came from afar.
About a few minutes later, everyone followed the direction of the horse's hoof sounds and saw a group of elite cavalry wearing silver-white armor.
Needless to say, in the entire Kingdom of Lordaeron, the only cavalry that can possess such luxurious equipment and well-trained cavalry is the famous Knights of the Silver Hand.
After some repairs, Uther the Lightbringer finally arrived with his men.
He immediately dismounted from his horse and walked straight towards the prince who looked cold.
"I'm glad you were able to catch up, Uther."
Arthas greeted in a tone devoid of emotion.
"Please be mindful of your attitude. Although you are a prince, I am still your mentor."
Uther obviously noticed the dissatisfaction and contempt in the other party's eyes and tone, and his expression instantly became serious.
He obviously didn't like the prince's current attitude and the pair of crazy eyes.
Arthas sneered and retorted: "Ah, I have not forgotten this even if you don't remind me. Let's save these meaningless pretenses. We have more important things to do. Listen, Uther, now let me tell you the details of the Cult of the Damned and the Scourge."
As he spoke, the prince climbed up a small hill outside the city, intending to use the height advantage to climb over the city wall and check the situation inside the city.
Since he had been suddenly attacked by villagers who had turned into undead every time he entered a village or town before, he had to be extra cautious.
After all, Stratholme is not a small city. The number of residents in it is more than ten times the number of troops.
If they were all transformed into zombies and ghouls, we would be wiped out if we entered rashly, and there would be no room for negotiation.
Just when Arthas was feeling uneasy and hoping that he was not too late, he suddenly saw civilians coming and going on the streets and a peaceful and tranquil scene.
moment!
He finally let go of his worries and even had the illusion that he had finally been redeemed.
When Uther saw this scene, his originally tense face gradually relaxed a lot.
Because the paladin knew that the prince's impatience, anger, and hatred were all due to excessive concern for the safety of the people.
Small mistakes like this one made with good intentions can undoubtedly be forgiven and pardoned.
As a result, the two of them quickly put aside their previous minor unpleasantness and began to exchange information about the curse sect and the magical plague.
Jaina let out a long sigh, sat beside them and watched the master and disciple reconcile, then dozed off on a stone in the distance with a tired look on her face.
In order to calm Arthas' emotions and prevent him from completely losing control, she basically didn't get a good night's sleep along the way.
Not only did she often go to the prince late at night to provide him with a channel to vent his anger, but she also had to find ways to comfort him when he was angry.
Plus, mages aren't known for their physical strength, so they were almost reaching their limit.
To be fair, everything Jaina did for Arthas along the way can definitely be described as a "model girlfriend" and a "good wife and mother".
They even tolerated the latter's rude behavior when angry and a lot of extreme remarks.
You have to know that she is not an ordinary civilian, but the princess of Kul Tiras, who has been spoiled and pampered since childhood.
It is considered quite educated for a woman like this not to lose her temper on her own initiative, not to mention tolerating others losing their temper with her, even if the other person is the crown prince of the Kingdom of Lordaeron.
So Jaina's love for Arthas is beyond doubt.
Only such a strong and sincere feeling could make someone like her who is so proud at heart humble herself and cater to the other party.
It's a pity that the two were destined not to be together.
From the moment Arthas was targeted by the first Lich King, Ner'zhul, his tragic fate was doomed.
Zuo Si had no intention of interfering in this matter.
Because he knew that this was an important node in the timeline that the Bronze Dragon Legion was paying attention to.
Once a problem occurs, a Bronze will immediately appear to correct the so-called "mistake".
Before the arrival of the real body, a head-on collision with these guardian dragons that wield the power of time is not a wise choice.
So Zuo Si simply handed a cup of tea mixed with goldenthorn and tranquilizing flower to Jaina.
The latter suddenly woke up after smelling the scent, and quickly rubbed his face, which looked a little dull, and took the teacup with both hands, forcing a smile: "Thank you. This is exactly what I need.
I've noticed that you guys seem to be pretty good at discovering and using various herbs.
Not only can you concoct magical potions with completely different effects that have never been seen before, but you can also make functional drinks with effects such as refreshing, removing fatigue, and speeding up the recovery of life and mana.
Is this also the knowledge imparted by the God of Contract?"
Zuo Si nodded slightly: "That's right. If you like, I can make a recipe list later. This way, even after returning to Dalaran, you can still drink your favorite Golden Thorn Concentration Tea."
"Give me the formula? Are you sure? You know, these things are very valuable in Dalaran.
I think any mage would be more than happy to pay the high price to obtain them.
Moreover, they can submit a patent protection application to the Kirin Tor Council, and then exclusively produce and sell it, making huge profits by using the intellectual monopoly for a few years."
As she spoke, Jaina's eyes sparkled with intense curiosity.
Because so far, the performance of this church, which was established by Zuo Si's fraud, is too perfect.
Whether it was treating civilians infected by the plague at all costs and never charging any fees, or sharing his exclusive knowledge and technology without reservation, he seemed so pure and kind, without a single stain or flaw from beginning to end.
“No, that’s not necessary.
God loves the world, so he teaches us to help each other and learn to share.
If there are hungry people who need food, provide them with food;
If there are cold people who need clothes, provide them with clothes.
By the same token, when someone needs these recipes, we are happy to make them public and share them with everyone.
Only in this way can the world's suffering be reduced and become a better place.
Moreover, money can't bring true happiness and joy, nor can it bring true friendship, family affection, and love."
Zuo Si obviously understood Jaina's current psychological state and her mental and ideological defects very well, and easily won her great favor.
To be precise, this "Daughter of the Sea" was quite naive in both politics and stance before she turned evil, and her head was full of unrealistic idealism.
For example, he tried to keep peace forever between the Horde and the Alliance, who had a blood feud, and he even sold his biological father, Alliance Navy Marshal Daelin, to Thrall for this purpose.
For example, he tried many times to use his personal friendship with the Horde Chieftain Thrall to mediate the conflicts and contradictions between the two major camps, but ended up making himself unpopular both internally and externally, and even a large number of opponents appeared within Theramore.
So what is the most attractive thing to a naive idealist? The answer is very simple.
They are another group of idealists who have lofty ideals and great beliefs and are incompatible with the cruel reality.
"Reduce suffering and make the world a better place? You and your God are truly admirable. If you need my help in the future, please let me know. I swear I will never refuse as long as I am able."
Jaina made her promise solemnly.
She had no idea of the sinister and cunning plot behind this.
After all, if you want to transport a large population from Lordaeron in the north to Stranglethorn Vale in the south, the first thing you need to solve is the problem of ships and safety along the way.
And who in the entire Alliance has more ships and a stronger navy than Kul Tiras? At least before Jaina put on the good show of fatherly love and filial piety, she only needed a letter to ask the huge fleet led by Daelin for a little help.
Just as Zuo Si was pretending to express his gratitude, the aroma of baking wheat suddenly wafted from the city of Stratholme in the distance.
It is not difficult to judge from the smoke constantly coming out of the chimneys of several large bakeries that bakers are baking and providing daily staples for the residents of the city.
moment!
Arthas, who was still talking to Uther in the last second, was horrified in the next second.
"Oops! We're too late! Those... those breads were baked from grains contaminated by the plague! Now all of Stratholme is filled with infected citizens!
Look, they are just coughing slightly, and they will become undead soon."
"Damn it! How could this happen?" Jaina stood up suddenly, her face suddenly turning extremely pale and bloodless. "I remember Archmage Anthony said that this terrible plague should be caused by psychic magic, so as long as we can crack the mystery, we can create an antidote to save everyone."
"It takes time to create an antidote using magic! But we don't have time!"
As he spoke, Arthas turned around and cast his gaze towards the priests such as Zuo Si and Lanny.
"I need your help! More than ever!"
"I'm sorry, Your Highness. We are too few in number to save all the residents of Stratholme. We may not even be able to save half or one-third of them."
Lanny covered his face in pain.
At this moment he finally understood why the god he believed in required all believers to sail out to the sea and settle in the Stranglethorn Vale in the south.
In the face of an epidemic of this magnitude, even if the pastors in the church collectively overdraw their budgets, it would be a drop in the bucket.
The prince was obviously not surprised by this answer. He subconsciously clenched the hammer in his hand and responded in a cold tone: "I know. Save as many as you can, and I will take care of the rest."
"What do you want?"
As the closest couple, Jaina obviously knew Arthas best among all the people present, so she immediately noticed something was wrong.
"It's simple! I want to purify Stratholme. Rather than watching countless civilians turn into undead, I'd rather end their lives with my own hands."
Arthas had no intention of disguising himself and stated his intentions directly.
"What? Are you crazy?"
Uther's eyes widened, totally unable to believe that these words came from the mouth of a paladin who swore to protect the weak and uphold justice and fairness.
Jaina also advised, "Don't be impulsive! There must be many people in Stratholme who have not been infected by the plague. You can't just kill them like livestock because you are afraid of the spread of the plague."
"No!
This is not an impulsive decision, but a conclusion I reached after careful consideration.
If this is not done, those who are infected with the plague and do not receive treatment will become undead and will kill the rest of the people.
And those who were killed will stand up again and become terrible enemies.
Even those who were rescued would be attacked and suffer heavy casualties.
Only by following my method can we ensure that as many residents as possible survive.
Think about it, if those residents knew that they would become undead and attack and harm everything they loved in life, what ending would they choose?
Should I calmly accept this ending full of pain and despair, or die with dignity as a mentally sound person? If it were you, what would you choose? "
Arthas made his point in a way that was almost a roar.
He didn't realize that when faced with this typical trolley problem, from the moment he made the choice, he had fallen into the trap set by the Lord of Dread.
In other words, from the very beginning, the Lich King has been forcing him to make difficult choices, breaking his psychological and moral bottom line again and again.
After each choice, Arthas would slide significantly towards the evil camp.
The Stratholme massacre was the most important step in crossing the line between good and evil.
From here on, there was no turning back.
"I would definitely choose the latter.
But the problem is that no one has the right to make choices for the residents of the city.
And if you can only save a small number of people, how do you decide who dies and who lives? Can you make it fair? Can you make sure that everyone accepts the result? No, you can't.
We are like prisoners in a cage, and whatever we do is wrong.”
As she spoke the last few words, Jaina showed a look of frustration and sadness.
The smarter a person is, the more powerless he will feel at such times, because he knows the outcome but can't change anything.
But Arthas could no longer care about that, and said firmly: "Since you can't do it, let me do it! We must not let the undead escape Stratholme and continue to spread the plague throughout the kingdom. That will only lead to more deaths."
Jaina finally tried to persuade her prince to give up his crazy idea of massacre.
But before she could finish her words, Al As interrupted impatiently, "There is no extra time! The lives of those infected residents may only be a few hours or even minutes.
Once the transformation begins, the entire city will turn into a purgatory.
At that time, those who could have been saved would be killed in the chaos.
Have you forgotten what happened in Hearthglen?
Without a miracle from heaven, the results would be disastrous.”
After being silent for two or three minutes, Uther could not help but retort: "How could you come up with such an idea? It's crazy! There must be other solutions."
"No! No more! Any hesitation and indecision will lead to more serious consequences. Uther, as the future king, I order you to clean up this city!"
Arthas began to roar as if possessed.
He totally couldn't understand such an obvious thing. Why didn't the two people in front of him understand it?
It is obvious that what he did could save more people and restore peace to the kingdom that was in turmoil and chaos.
As for the residents of Stratholme who were about to be slaughtered, it was just a necessary sacrifice made out of necessity.
I believe that after learning the truth, they will understand the difficulties involved.
"You are not my king yet. Besides, even if you were, I would not obey such an order."
Uther refused without hesitation.
As these words came out, the scene immediately fell into silence.
The solemn atmosphere made the air seem frozen.
Lanny, who was born into a commoner family and had never seen such a scene before, kept swallowing to relieve the tension in his heart.
Only Zuo Si remained calm, as if he was enjoying the famous scene in front of him as if he was watching an animation.
Especially after experiencing Arthas' psychological process up close, he could understand very well why the most filial son of Azeroth would make such a choice.
In fact, if most people in modern society did not know the plot in advance, they would probably make the same choice as Arthas.
The dreadlord Mal'Ganis took full advantage of the kindness, responsibility, anger and hatred in human nature, and gradually forced the prince of Lordaeron to the fate arranged for him.
In the end, Al'As, who had lost his mind during the argument, declared Uther a traitor, which directly led to his being deserted by his friends and relatives.
Not only did Uther and Jaina choose to turn around and leave, but even the knights and soldiers under his command felt that the order to massacre Stratholme was too outrageous, and they all chose to abandon the prince and leave.
Watching the hundreds and thousands of figures gradually moving away, Arthas felt as if his heart was pierced by a sharp sword, filled with pain and despair.
There is nothing more frustrating and disappointing than thinking you have made the right decision but not having it understood by the people close to you.
But soon, he discovered that no one in Zuo Si's church had left, but all chose to stay without exception.
This gave Arthas's heart, which had been as dead as ashes, a glimmer of hope. He turned around and asked, "Why didn't you leave? An order to massacre the city is not in line with your beliefs."
"No, you misunderstood, Your Highness.
We stayed not to participate in the massacre, but to save the lives of as many Stratholme residents as possible.
We will not abandon our responsibilities just because of a slight difference of opinion.
We will never sit idly by and watch lives die if we have the ability to do so.
So please, you and your soldiers, send out as many people as possible who can be saved, and we will take care of the rest."
After saying this, Zuo Si placed one hand on his chest and bowed to the prince who had not yet been completely swallowed by the darkness.
Although there are many controversies about the massacre in Stratholme, both technical and moral.
But it is undeniable that Arthas is the only one who is willing to sacrifice his personal reputation at this time and stand up bravely to bear the responsibility and infamy.
You have to know that he is the crown prince. There is no need for him to take such a risk. He could just leave the problem to Uther and make himself as pure and flawless as a white lotus.
So no matter what the outcome is, the courage to take responsibility alone is worthy of admiration.
At least it is a hundred times better than those guys who always want to conceal, lie, and shirk responsibility the first time something happens.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Upon hearing this, Arthas immediately covered his eyes and burst into laughter, and you could vaguely see moisture in the corners of his eyes.
But he quickly controlled his emotions, took a deep breath and said, "Thank you, thank you and your God for not abandoning me at this time. I swear here that when I become king one day, I will support you in replacing the Church of the Holy Light as the only legitimate faith in Lordaeron."
"You're very kind. This is what we should do."
After saying that, Zuo Si made a gesture to Lanny beside him.
The latter understood what he meant and immediately began to instruct the priest and the followers who accompanied him to build simple beds, mix herbs, and use magic to make holy water...
They even built a separation wall with wooden fences to prevent some seriously infected people from dying and their bodies from quickly turning into undead and harming other people.
Upon seeing this, Arthas ordered each soldier to carry a portion of holy water to prevent infection by the plague, and then they marched into the city through the main gate.
After a while, terrified residents fled out in a steady stream, some of them with blood on their bodies. Most of them were under 40 and over 6 years old, and their symptoms were not very serious.
Because only these people are more likely to be cured after taking herbs and holy water.
As for those who were too old, too young, or seriously ill, you could tell without asking that they were killed without mercy.
The prince completely abandoned morality and law, and screened the entire population of Stratholme with the most extreme utilitarianism.
Almost at the same time, he also started a bloody and brutal contest with the dreadlord Mal'Ganis.
All of a sudden, killing, death and redemption began to take place in this city.
When the undead discovered that a large number of residents infected with the plague were being properly treated in a camp on the outskirts of the city, and some were even recovering quickly, they immediately launched an attack here.
Tens of thousands of ghouls, zombies and skeletons surged over like a tide.
Since most of the soldiers had been led into the city by Arthas, the church had no choice but to let the militia take the lead and rely on the previously built fortifications to block the enemy layer by layer.
Almost a third of the priests even stopped making herbs and holy water, and instead fought alongside the militia to ensure that the fragile line of defense would not collapse.
Many refugees who escaped from Stratholme also took up arms and joined in.
They are not fools and they certainly know that if the defense line is breached, there will be only one outcome for them and their families.
If he doesn't fight now, when will he fight? "Spearmen, get ready! Thrust!"
"Damn it! Our crossbows are out of arrows!"
"Then throw stones at it!"
“Hold on! Don’t be afraid! These undead are nothing special except for their large numbers. Think about the families behind us. We have no way to retreat.”
"I'm going to fight you! Kill!!!"
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With shouts and roars at the top of their lungs, everyone burst out with unprecedented strength.
At this moment, the fighting outside the city was no less intense than that inside the city, and was even more intense.
"Great...Great God! What should we do now?"
Lanny just felt his mouth dry and his heart beating faster, and he had no idea what to do.
If it weren't for the fact that they recruited some merchants, gentry and nobles along the way, the city would have been in chaos by now and there would have been no way to organize any defense.
It is they who are currently responsible for the organization and scheduling work.
Zuo Si responded calmly: "Don't be nervous, our defense is pretty good now.
As long as we arrange to take turns to rest, it shouldn't be a problem to hold on for a while.
And as time goes by, more and more people infected with the plague will recover and become the new force.
Once Prince Arthas defeats the enemy leader, the crisis on our side will naturally be resolved."
While the two were talking, a militiaman standing on the watchtower suddenly shouted in panic: "Oh no! The undead seem to have brought siege equipment! And... there are several huge monsters made from twisted corpses!"
"What? They also prepared siege weapons!"
"It's over! This kind of wooden wall can't stop a trebuchet. Not to mention a trebuchet, even a crossbow can pierce it."
"What should we do? Should we fight our way out?"
"Don't be ridiculous! You'll die!"
Just when countless people were frightened by the new weapons of the Undead Army, Zuo Si had already floated up with the help of magic. Following the direction the lookout was facing, he saw a row of meat grinders moving forward, which were densely packed with bloody corpses.
Unlike being merely a long-range siege weapon in the game, its role in reality is much greater.
Not only can you throw stones to damage the city walls, you can also throw corpses infected with the plague, or use psychic magic to make them explode with a bang after they hit the ground.
Anyone killed in a corpse explosion will have their corpse transformed into an undead in a very short time.
In addition to the meat grinder, the huge abomination is also a very scary enemy. It can directly knock over the wooden wall and rush in to kill with its own weight.
Given the level of the militia, even if dozens or hundreds of them died, they might not be able to kill a single abomination.
On top of that, behind these elite units is an Azerothian version of a lich.
"Haha, have they discovered that the plague can be cured in the camp, so they came out in full force to eliminate the threat? It seems that Ner'zhul is not as stupid as we thought, and he knows what poses the greatest threat to him..."
Before he finished speaking, Zuo Si raised his hand and guided the holy light energy through a spell.
During the days on the road, he had learned from Lanny how to use holy light energy and had practiced it repeatedly, so he was not at all unfamiliar with how to use it.
After all, undead creatures are the main enemies at this stage, and holy light can restrain them, so naturally we have to master it first.
Relying on his powerful talent, Zuo Si instantly shaped the huge amount of holy light energy he released into the shape of a golden arrow, and then suddenly pointed it forward.
The next second...
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! The overwhelming rain of energy arrows covered the place where the lich was. The violent explosion and dazzling light produced when hitting the target even turned everything in front of him white.
Any undead creature that is exposed to the radiation will immediately have more or less burn marks on its body surface.
The weaker skeletons fell down in large numbers.
When everything calmed down, the meat grinder that was originally coming towards them with great momentum had all turned into fragments that could not be recycled or reused.
Almost half of the abominations were shattered into pools of bloody, foul-smelling flesh.
Such a terrifying spell effect not only caused the survivors to burst into thunderous cheers after a brief silence, but also caused the overwhelming undead attack to slow down.
Just when everyone thought that with such a guardian god in charge, no matter how many undead there were, they would not be able to attack, the biting cold suddenly broke out without warning, with Zuo Si as the center.
BANG!!!!!!!!!!!!
A crystal clear prismatic ice column suddenly appeared out of nowhere and shattered in less than a second, forming a huge killing radius.
One of the pieces directly cut through the wooden stakes supporting the watchtower like a sharp blade, causing the entire tower to tilt sideways and almost hitting the militia below.
There are also smaller pieces of ice that, after flying for a distance, will either cut or freeze the unlucky people they are hit by.
Fortunately, there are enough priests, and there will be no danger to life after a simple treatment.
As for Zuo Si, who was at the center of the explosion, he was not hurt at all.
All the ice blades were blocked by the scorching hot ring of flames surrounding him and evaporated instantly before they got close to him.
There is no doubt that the frost magic just now was the iconic [Frost Nova] of the Lich of Azeroth.
After confirming the existence of a lich, Zuo Si had been on guard against the opponent's frost magic, and therefore made adequate preparations in advance.
After all, this temporary container is not as good as his own body, and must be used with care, otherwise a small injury may cause it to be broken in a moment.
"First the Holy Light Magic! Then the Fire Magic? Who the hell are you?"
With a low and hoarse voice, the lich finally emerged from its invisible state and appeared in an open space more than thirty meters away.
When the Holy Light Arrows bombarded him just now, he sensed the danger in advance and secretly used invisibility magic to hide, intending to kill this human who was suspected to be a senior priest through a sneak attack.
But no one expected that the other party could not only use such a powerful holy light spell, but was also very proficient in fire magic.
Especially the ring of fire, which looks very similar to the lava armor, but is much more powerful.
Normally, a young genius like this should have already become famous in the magical city of Dalaran and even the entire human world.
Unfortunately, Zuo Si obviously had no intention of talking, and his two hands instantly emitted dazzling orange-red flames and a heat wave.
Pyroblast?! As a high-level mage from Dalaran, the lich could obviously sense the power of the spell from the fluctuations of magic power, and immediately wanted to interrupt the opponent's spellcasting.
But unfortunately he was too slow.
In other words, Zuo Si's casting speed was too fast, so fast that it was far beyond the comprehension of most magic users in this world.
In just two seconds, he completed the fire magic that would take others at least four seconds to complete.
Before the lich could react, a super fireball with a radius of two meters was thrown out.
"No!!!!!!"
The lich instantly cast a protective fire barrier on himself and dodged to the side as much as possible to reduce possible damage and impact.
Just half a second later, the super fireball exploded on his body.
Boom!!! The violent explosion and flames directly enveloped the area within a radius of more than ten meters.
The horrifically high temperature even caused the stones and soil on the ground to show slight signs of melting.
But the lich is still a lich. Even though half of its body was almost burned into black carbonization, it is still alive.
Needless to say, the protective flame barrier must have played a key role.
The severely injured lich didn't hesitate at all and directly released the Death Contract to the abomination not far away.
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The death energy that supported this behemoth was completely taken away and injected into the lich's broken body, repairing the damaged parts. After just two seconds, it was back to normal.
However, even though he had recovered, he was obviously wary of this young man who suddenly appeared. He did not dare to attack him actively. Instead, he stared at him with two cold lights in his eyes and observed him carefully, trying to find the opponent's flaws.
As soon as Zuo Si made a move to cast a spell, the Lich would instantly teleport away for a distance, or summon undead cannon fodder to stand in front of him. In any case, he would not fight you head-on, but instead delay and consume your energy.
Zuo Si obviously had no better solution for this despicable tactic.
Because the magical energy that his container can control is very limited, it is impossible for it to consume it endlessly.
So after trying several rounds of attacks without any effect, they simply stopped casting spells and just stared at each other, no one daring to act rashly.
(End of this chapter)
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