Casting spells

On the one hand, it can store more magic power and increase the power of evocation spells; on the other hand, it can increase the resistance to physical attacks, which kills two birds with one stone.

"Unbelievable! How did you do it?" Feeling the suffocating energy in the air, Mansong finally showed a horrified expression on his face.

You must know that he has always been known for his calmness and cruelty on weekdays, and he rarely shows a gaffe.

"It's very simple! Knowledge is power! I have some interesting new spells here, and you will understand after you read them." Zhang Cheng casually pulled out a few pieces of parchment from his pocket and handed them over.

Without saying a word, Mansong immediately opened it to examine it carefully.

After more than ten minutes, he raised his head again and asked with a serious face: "Who are you? These spells are definitely not created in the ordinary sense! They come from another completely different magic system! You just released it by transforming it into a magic net!"

"Hahahaha! That's right! In fact, I am not a white dragon at all - Ingrocastimichilian. It has long since died, and its body is occupied by my soul. Simply put, I am from another The world, a world that is completely different from here, holds a lot of profound magical knowledge. How about it, are you interested in joining forces with me to conduct research in this area? Oh, yes, if you can call Searle again Those red-robed mages are even better..."

When he said these words, Zhang Cheng's eyes showed endless madness, and even Mansong couldn't help but took two steps back.

madman!

A total lunatic!

Mansong can't describe the feeling at this moment in words!

He has seen many mentally abnormal mages, including the crazy mage who keeps digging holes in the underground of Waterdeep City-Helaster Black Robe, but there has never been one as terrifying as the giant dragon in front of him.

This kind of madness is not spiritual, but from the soul!

A kind of madness without any constraints and without any boundaries!

Even if the whole world is destroyed, it doesn't matter the madness!

"What do you want?" Mansong, who was secretly vigilant, tentatively asked.

"I want knowledge! Taboo powerful knowledge! As a reward, I will provide you with some very interesting things, such as this..."

The voice just fell!

A green flame of fel energy burst out from the palm of Zhang Cheng's left hand, while a mass of black shadow energy appeared out of thin air in his right hand.

"This is!!!!!!!!"

As an out-and-out legendary mage, Mansong instantly realized that whether it was fel energy or shadow, they all belonged to forms of energy that he had never seen before.

The former is extremely violent, full of destruction and corruption;

The latter is like a shadow in the darkness, crazily devouring everything around it.

"Yes! This is the magical energy I brought from another world! Powerful! Evil! It can even give the user enough power to destroy the world! Tell me now, are you willing to work together?" Zhang Cheng smiled but not smiled ask.

Maybe the word "traveler" is something that can never be mentioned in many worlds, but it is just the opposite in Faerun.

Because the traversers here are more than a cow's hair.

The famous elves come across from a world that is about to be destroyed with the help of powerful magic teleportation technology;

The ancient Imascar Empire also opened the cross-plane portal and plundered a large number of slaves from the unknown world, which directly led to its own demise;

Even Tyre, the god of justice, traveled from another world...

It is precisely because there are so many "travelers", the people of Faerun Continent no longer care whether someone is from another world, let alone go to war for it.

On the contrary, they enjoy the knowledge, knowledge and technology brought by travelers from various worlds.

So Zhang Cheng never worried about the issue of identity exposure from the beginning to the end. Anyway, even if it is exposed, it will only add a little after-dinner story at most, and no one will care at all.

Mansong narrowed his eyes, cast several detection spells in a row, and finally nodded with a serious expression: "It's a great honor! A strong man from another world, please allow me to apologize for my previous offense and unreasonableness. Maybe we should be more To further the alliance, believe me, it will be good for you and good for me."

"Alliance? No, it's too early to talk about it now. I'll talk about it after I've dealt with the Harper Alliance's assassins first. Finally, don't forget to inform the red-robed wizard in Searle and tell them that I have something very interesting in my hand, enough to Let them build an army of constructs."

"Understood! I will take your words with you. But please forgive me, the red robes are used to arrogance, and I'm afraid they won't make any promises lightly."

"Hehe, don't worry, I'll fix this..."

Chapter 484 Fake Justice

The Zhentarim Society, the red-robed wizards of Cyre, plus the annexed and reorganized Arcane Brotherhood...

Zhang Cheng has unknowingly started to link together several of the largest and most famous evil organizations in the western part of the continent to satisfy his strong thirst for knowledge and strong desire to destroy.

I don't know if it's because of the influence of Neltharion's tears. He hates the hypocritical kindness of the goddess of magic voters from the bottom of his heart. The camps are divided into black and white, and they want to destroy everything from the bottom of their hearts.

After all, in his eyes, there is no such thing as justice or evil in the world. All the parameters for measuring good and evil are determined by the universal values ​​that occupy the main group of subjects in a certain region, and such values ​​are usually determined by comprehensive strength. Decisions, simply put, are power.

Whether it's a person or a group, as long as they have enough power, they can continuously expand outward, defeat all kinds of enemies, and annex the other's resources to strengthen themselves.

In this process, the winners write history and pretend to be the righteous side, while the losers are ruthlessly discredited and become the evil side.

But the problem with Faerun Continent is that the high gods refine a series of standards of good and evil.

No matter what choice everyone makes on weekdays, there will be values ​​that tend to be good, evil, order, or chaotic. When these values ​​reach a certain limit, people will automatically change their camp.

And these camps will be detected by many arcane and divine spells.

Over time, people regard the good and evil standards imposed by the gods on mortals as something that can never be changed, and begin to accept and approve from the bottom of their hearts.

But Zhang Cheng was different. He didn't feel that he should abide by this set of standards at all, and he didn't think that people like Alastriol and Lord Syl relied on justice to rule the city.

On the contrary, they, like most politicians, rely on pure violence to maintain their rule.

Without sufficient deterrence, their rule will soon be subverted and overthrown.

You must know that there is no shortage of careerists and conspirators in Faerun Continent.

As for hypocritical things like kindness and justice, they are just a disguise, an excuse, a rhetoric that can confuse the people and suppress the enemy.

……

Just as Zhang Cheng was starting to prepare for the crazy act of killing gods next year, four weirdly dressed guys were gathering at the table in the room on the second floor of a rather lively hotel in Luskan, discussing in a low voice how to complete this dangerous task.

"Joy, tell me, what did you find out just now?" A woman with obvious half-elf features broke the silence first.

Her face was smeared with green oil paint. Except for a piece of leather armor, she only had a short staff with green leaves in her hand. She was obviously a druid known as the guardian of nature.

Not far from her, lay a colorful leopard, yawning from time to time with its mouth full of fangs.

"Sorry, I don't have much useful information. According to the descriptions of nearby residents and tavern guests, the black dragon seldom leaves the steeple, so an ambush halfway is basically impossible." The human named Joey looked regretful shook his head.

He looked about 30 years old, and his body was relatively thin, but his ten fingers were extremely flexible, and a silver coin minted in Waterdeep City kept flying up and down.

Under normal circumstances, those who can achieve this level of dexterity with their hands are either senior "old thieves" who often touch other people's pockets, or mages who need flexible fingers to make complex spellcasting movements.