Marvel: God of Spear Technical Advisor

When Bombardier drove out of British airspace and entered the Atlantic Ocean, it locked the cabin door forward again, opened the portal and left the aircraft.

He returned to Kamal Taj.

The turmoil from the outside world does not seem to have affected this magical holy land at all. Mages are still running around, sealing dimensional rifts, and hunting down smuggling dimensional invaders; apprentices are still receiving training at a fixed time every day, looking forward to crossing the magic threshold and being promoted.

The day when I became an official mage.

The only difference from two months ago was that the Maximov siblings were more proficient in mastering their new abilities. As soon as they stepped into the training ground for the mage apprentices, they saw a blue light spinning rapidly around the training ground.

, you don’t need to guess, it’s Pietro running.

The closer you get to the edge of the field, the stronger the wind brought by running can be felt, and the sound of wind and thunder can be vaguely heard in your ears - as well as Pietro's excited shouts.

"Is he like this every day? Still so excited after two months?" Xiang Qiang asked Master Wang.

Master Wang looked solemn: "I can train him to master the balance, become familiar with the rhythm, and control the force; but some problems are inherently impossible to solve."

"For example?"

"For example, some people have inherent flaws in their minds." Master Wang complained.

"The expression on your face when you tell cold jokes is very funny." Qiang Xiang also complained, "What's wrong with the clothes on his body? They look very tough, and the speed is almost close to the speed of sound. There is no sign of deformation or tearing at all."

"The skin of the lava devil, cloth made from the devil's breath."

Xiang Qian suddenly realized: "No wonder. Among the middle and lower-level devils, they have one of the toughest skins. They are resistant to high temperatures and strikes. It would take a lot of effort for ordinary mages to cut through their skins with magic weapons."

"This is the most suitable and easiest material we can find. He can't afford high-tech equipment. There are a lot of lava devil skins in Kama Taj's warehouse, and they have been stored for hundreds of years.

Some of them are almost moldy. If you need to replenish them, let Wanda get them herself."

"Now that we're talking about Wanda, how is she doing?"

Master Wang pointed to the side hall: "She has been living there, and the teacher is taking care of her in person just in case. But in my opinion, in the past two months, she has become more and more proficient in black magic. When using magic, she has become more and more proficient.

My self-control ability is getting stronger and stronger.”

Qianqian said as if nothing happened: "I'm going to see her."

He walked to Wanda's door and touched the genetic test report in his pocket through his clothes. In the end, he did not take it out; he was not prepared to reveal the secret he had just discovered immediately.

Although in front of Ms. Carter, Xiang Xiang vowed to collect debts for more than 20 years, in fact he did not intend to do so.

It can only be said that Ms. Carter knows very well that the playboy she has watched grow up, and when she opens her mouth forward, she knows that he is making up lies.

It was true that a certain mutant leader owed money for more than twenty years, but it was false that the playboy wanted to collect the debt for someone. It was just a casual comment at the time.

Information - especially critical information, is an extremely valuable resource and must be used when the greatest benefit can be obtained.

Knocking on the door, a crisp response came from inside: "Please come in."

When he pushed the door open, he saw that Wanda did not come over to greet her, but was sitting cross-legged on the bed, with her hands on her knees, and wisps of crimson magic lingering around her fingertips.

Kamal Taj's large cloak cannot completely conceal her youthful atmosphere and beautiful figure.

Wanda was doing magic exercises; an LCD screen was hung on the wall directly opposite, and news videos were played repeatedly on the screen. There was only one protagonist in the news - Tony Stark.

"What is this for?" Qiang Xiang looked at the display screen amusedly, "Is it to collect information about the enemy to prepare for future revenge? That news alone is not enough."

Wanda replied: "No, I am using them to regulate my emotions."

"Regulate emotions?"

"Yes." Wanda said, "The Supreme Mage told me that black magic is most likely to get out of control due to unstable emotions. If you want to control black magic, you must first learn to control your emotions. Whether it is joy, sadness, or anger -

All the exciting emotions are there."

Qian Qian looked at the display screen again and said: "Let me guess... the emotion Tony Stark will cause is anger?"

"Anger, fear and sadness." Wanda fell into memories, "the fear that the bomb might explode at any time, and that my brother and I might be killed at any time; and the sadness caused by the death of my parents."

"Looking at how you look now, it seems that your emotions have been well controlled?"

"Actually, I'm not sure..."

"Oh, why?"

"When I saw Stark's face at first, I was really angry; but then I found that my hatred for him didn't seem as deep as I thought. So, I don't know if this is the result of self-control or because of my own nature.

Do you hate him less, or is it the result of the influence of magic?"

Xiang Qiang said firmly: "Based on the research results of Karma Taj for thousands of years, black magic will only intensify people's emotions and make them lose control, but will not in turn make people control themselves."

Hearing this answer, Wanda was thoughtful; her eyes also turned to the display screen, which was playing the scene of Iron Man holding a nuclear bomb and rushing into the wormhole.

Due to the limitations of the battlefield environment, this process only left a long shot; a small and eye-catching golden-red humanoid armor, dragging the missile into the sky. The tail flame of the missile left a faint slender white line behind it, and continued to move towards

The dark wormhole stretches.

"The news said that his action saved many people. Is it true?" Wanda asked.

"It's true. Although it is just a tactical nuclear bomb, it is enough to destroy half of Manhattan; the lethal radiation after the explosion will spread to the entire New York. There are millions of people there."

Wanda sighed in an inexplicable tone: "I originally thought Stark was a person who only made weapons and caused massacres; I never thought he would have the courage to do such a feat."

"Until the critical moment, many people don't know what great actions they will make." Qiang said, "Actually, in my opinion, Tony's most courageous moment did not occur during the Battle of New York."

"Isn't it? When was that?" Wanda's curiosity was aroused.

"It should be the moment two years ago when he announced the shutdown of the Stark Industries weapons department after escaping from Afghanistan. He found out that he had been part of a huge mistake, and then resolutely faced up to and corrected the mistake."

Wanda was silent for a long time, looking forward with a half-smile: "Are you trying to say good things for Stark?"

Qianqian smiled calmly: "I'm just expressing my own opinion. A smart girl like you will naturally make wise judgments on what I say."

Wanda smiled heartily at the praise, pursed her lips, and did not pursue the true intention of the playboy's words.

"I haven't seen you at Kamal Taj lately. Are you busy?" Wanda was happy and took the initiative to change the subject.

"Going on a long journey."

"Where have you gone?"

"Asgard."

"What is that place?"

"Asgard in Norse mythology; it's actually just an alien planet, and it's also the home of the God of Thunder in the Battle of New York."

"That God of Thunder is really the one from mythology..."

The conversations between the two became more and more leisurely, developing more and more like chatting with friends; the unfamiliarity and restraint accumulated after not seeing each other for two months became less and less, and the relaxation and joy of becoming familiar with each other became more and more.

Unfortunately, not long after the relaxed and cheerful atmosphere was created, someone ran into the room and completely ruined the atmosphere.

The person came very quickly, as if being swept into the room by a strong wind.

No need to ask, it will only be Pietro Maximov.

"Pietro, knock on the door when you enter my room!" Wanda shouted angrily.

Pietro was overwhelmed by his sister's scolding. He stood at the door and looked at the two people sitting neatly opposite each other in the room, with an embarrassed and guilty expression on his face.

Xiang Qiang is very familiar with the gazes that fall on him at this moment; whenever he approaches or flirts with a beautiful lady, if the lady's father or brother is also present, he will often encounter such vigilant and hostile gazes.

Because he had long been accustomed to such looks, Qiang Qiang smiled nonchalantly at this moment, took out a roll of ancient parchment from his arms and handed it to Wanda, and motioned for her to open it and take a look.

"What is this?" Wanda pulled it open curiously, and there was a long text written in weird characters on the front of the parchment.

Qian Qian explained: "The magic spell from Asgard, I specially found it for you."

Playboy used a special tone that he had honed over a long period of time, using the word "deliberately" in an understatement, but ensuring that the other party would notice it.

"What kind of spell is this? I've never seen letters like this before and I can't understand them."

Wanda continued to pull the scroll down, only to find that underneath the spell, there was a sheet of paper full of notes written in her native language; from the exact pronunciation of the spell, to the meaning of each letter, to the instructions when casting magic.

Things to note are meticulous and extremely detailed.

Xiang Qian continued to explain: "This is a magic spell used by Asgard to appease the berserkers. Once their berserkers enter the battle, they will fall into rage and irritable mood, and over time they will even completely lose control of their minds; so they deliberately

This spell was invented to calm the berserkers after the battle and restore their calm."

"So, it is also useful when I control my emotions?" Wanda asked happily.

Nodding forward: "Yes, I specially asked Queen Frigga - she is Odin's wife and the first mage of Asgard - to improve the spell; you can use it in advance before practicing emotional control

This mantra can help people keep their minds calm for a long time."

"This spell is very useful to me! Thank you, James." Wanda smiled happily; as for this happiness, part of it was because the spell was useful, and part of it was because of the person who had the heart to help her find the spell.

It's hard to tell what a man is, and it's a matter of opinion.

At least, the vigilant younger brother looked forward with increasingly unhappy eyes.

…

As if to prove his espionage capabilities, when the Bombardier Express landed in New York, Forward once again disappeared without a trace from under the eyes of interested people.

While the intelligence agencies were speculating whether James Zion disappeared voluntarily after coming to New York, or whether he didn't get on the plane at all when he was in London, Playboy had already walked into X despite the eyes of many people.

College.

"What are you doing here?" Standing in the front yard as a security guard and receptionist is still the college's student leader, Colossus, and he still doesn't have a good look towards Qiang Qian.

"Piot, we meet again; have you started working on campus now? It seems that you have decided to stay in school after graduation?"

Colossus was too lazy to chat with this playboy; after talking too much, he couldn't guarantee that he would be able to hold back from hitting someone - even if he knew he couldn't. He asked again: "What's the matter with you?"

"Find someone."

"Looking for the professor, or looking for the piano?"

"No, I have something to ask for help; but...now that I'm here, it doesn't seem good if I don't say hello to the professor." Xiang Xiang said, "I'd better meet the professor first."

Colossus was about to say something more, but suddenly his eyes moved slightly, and there was a helpless expression on his face; because the professor gave him instructions through telepathy. He said in a stiff voice: "The professor already knew that you were coming; he just

In the office, go up by yourself."

"Oh, I know the way. By the way, Liana often talks about you. I heard she said that you two meet every month now; have you reconciled?" This is purely a matter of which pot is not opened and which pot is raised, and the pot is raised.

And poured oil into the stove.

Who in the academy doesn't know that what worries Colossus the most right now is that his long-lost sister refuses to listen to dissuasion and insists on getting entangled with a scumbag playboy. The two brothers and sisters had a conflict within a day of their reunion, and to this day

They are still in a cold war stalemate, and they argue about it every time they meet.

If it weren't for the fact that one of the polyamorous people was also a teacher at the academy, I'm afraid Colossus' classmates - those irritable young X-Men - would have formed a group to knock on his door and help him vent his anger.

Colossus turned around and walked away; the metal skin caused heavy footsteps, making the floor "thump".

Xiang Qian looked around with a victorious smile. Iceman, Phantom Cat, Black Queen, Surge and others were all there; his proud expression fell in the eyes of these Colossus friends, full of provocation.

A group of young policemen rolled their eyes as they watched the playboy walk into the principal's office.

"Welcome, James." Professor Xavier was as gentle as ever. He was in good spirits and seemed to have recovered from the gunshot wound in the Alcatraz incident.

"You're a bit insincere, professor." Qiang Xiang said with a smile, "If it were during the years when I was studying in the United States, I believe you would indeed welcome me as a guest; but now... although I don't have telepathy, I still know

What are you thinking about now? Are you worried that I will bring trouble to your door again?"

Professor Xavier's tone was gentle and he spoke very frankly: "Yes, I do have this worry."

"You are right to worry." Xiang Qian smiled without losing his voice, "I do have a problem and I need help from someone. Is John Proudstad at school now?"

"You want to ask him for help?"

"Yes; it is a very important and troublesome matter, and he is the most suitable person to help."

The professor shook his head and sighed: "James, although John and the others do owe you a favor, I have to say that you collect the debt too quickly."