Marvel's strongest warden

While walking on the road, Mason Clausewitz suddenly coughed twice, which looked like a viral cold.

The king followed him out and didn't pay much attention to this matter.

Mason lowered his hand without leaving a trace and unclenched his fist.

Soon a little tree man appeared here, and he secretly saw Casillas who was also studying secretly.

His face at this time was full of surprise.

The mark of Dormammu on his forehead appeared.

It seems that he has already taken the form of Dormammu.

Mason returned to his guest room.

In his hand was a very basic "Mage Meditation Method". The person who wrote this book was a famous British mage during the Arthurian period. He once had a place in Merlin's group of great mages.

Mason liked this basic thing very much, so he closed his eyes and began to meditate.

He was waiting quietly.

If what Thor said is right, then tomorrow, we will hear the sad news of the death of the father of the gods.

At the same time, he also has to get busy again.

In any case, it is a good idea to intercept Hela, the goddess of death, in advance. He has been coveting the evil value of the goddess of death for a long time.

Time passed like this, and Mason didn't come out of his guest room the next day.

No bad news came.

"Odin, you may be the god of lies."

When he learned that he had been deceived, Mason did not look upset. He stood up and walked out.

He walked freely and came to the training ground. At the training ground, many people started their own training.

These mages all seemed to believe in close combat. They didn't like things like making fireballs three thousand feet away, or using a small stick to fight waves.

So the first thing they have to do is to manifest the "shield", "whip" and "stick".

Of course, if they are strong enough, maybe they can also fight directly with the finger tiger. Before the battle, they can kiss the finger tiger and then use it to hit others in the face so hard that they knock out their teeth.

Mason saw people teaching.

Master Modu.

This is a very orthodox mage. This mage has idolatry.

His idol is now the Ancient One, the Supreme Mage.

To be honest, he is a very decent and stubborn person, compared to Sturrange, a noob who comes here from outside.

His outlook on life is incompatible with Sturrange's.

Master Modu is a stubborn person, which means he does not allow flexibility!

In other words, this mage is very binary, either good or bad.

Either black or white.

Perhaps he should not be a battle mage, but should build a soaring mage tower for this mage, ask him to study in the mage tower, become a magic scholar, and write books and biographies.

He is now educating the novices.

At this time, Sturrange was trying to figure out how to materialize the whip.

He stretched out his hand and pulled it downwards hard, but he could only pull out sparks!

This made him very depressed.

Little did he know how shocking the things he did were!

Even Wang couldn't help but gasp.

In two days, the newcomer was able to find the source of the magic power.

This is something that many people have not been able to do for many years.

Mason knew that the Supreme Mage must have given her some advice.

There is no doubt about this.

But even so, the other mages are still envious of Sturrange. This man's progress is really too fast.

He watched Sturrange being knocked to the ground over and over again, and struggled to get up.

Watch him quickly absorb the experience and start to fight back.

It's a pity that he is no match for Master Modu, and he can't even withstand one of Master Modu's moves.

Mason watched the battle for a moment and knew why he had been chosen.

talent.

It sounds desperate, but talent is really important. Some people recite it all day and night just for a small piece of text.

Some people will remember it after just two glances.

Mason doesn't know whether Sturrange's talent is among the legendary top talents.

But it's definitely not bad.

It was during this short training period that Sturrange's fighting style began to change, changing towards Master Mordo.

He is absorbing the nutrition of Master Mordo's fighting!

As Sturrange fell to the ground more than a dozen times, he was almost unable to get up.

Wang shouted at the side to stop.

"Okay, that's almost it for today."

He looked at Sturrange getting up in embarrassment and said, he stepped forward and pulled Sturrange up.

Mason took a look at the young man with a bruised nose and swollen face. It seemed that the movie had somewhat beautified this young man. He was beaten so hard that he couldn't even see his facial features clearly.

It's really too miserable.

Even Mason, the outsider, can't stand it.

The rest of the people looked at Sturrange with sympathetic expressions in their eyes.

But not everyone is like that.

Someone shot a fierce gaze from the shadows.

Mason shook his head.

He glanced at it casually, although he didn't know what the relationship was between smoky makeup and darkening.

But he could tell that something was wrong with Casillas hiding in the shadow corner.

A heavy low pressure enveloped him.

Around him, many people will feel depressed.

Feeling Mason's gaze, Casillas saw Mason. After giving Mason a vicious look, Casillas left.

"What a poor child."

Mason shook his head and ignored him.

For Mason, such a poor child always needs more care. Obviously, Master Gu Yi did not enlighten the knot in his heart.

The obsession in his heart led him to a path of no return.

Casillas was discovered and returned to his house silently.

He is a one-man householder.

He is already an old man from Kamal Taj and has such qualifications.

After closing the door, he pulled out a box from under his desk.

He opened the box and saw that there was nothing inside.

He showed a proud smile.

These are little magic tricks, and he likes them very much.

His hands kept sliding, and he opened the box again with a gesture similar to the tantric seal.

Inside this box now is a dead, stiff cat.

He closed the box completely, turned around and left Kama Taj with it.

After he left, on his windowsill, a tree man hidden among the green plants opened its eyes.

He didn't follow Casillas, but he saw everything that happened just now.

Everything he sees is everything Mason sees.

“What kind of sacrifice would require a dead cat?

Is this to worship the gods of ancient Egypt?

No, the gods of ancient Egypt only considered cats to be mythical beasts that could walk in the underworld.

The most they can do is mummify the cat, but they won't sacrifice the cat."

Mason casually reached out and plucked off his own eyeball, and then another one grew out of his eye.

The fallen eyeballs fell into the shadows and turned into ink shadows.

"Follow me and tell me what he's doing."

Mason said indifferently, and the Eye of the Abyss obviously understood his words and disappeared in front of Mason.

At the same time, Mason also walked out of the guest room.

No matter what time of the day, there are always people at Kamal Taj's training ground. Mason sat on the stone steps and did not mind the cold ground, flipping through a book and watching those people training.

Master Mordo seems to be a strict coach, and Mason doesn't see anyone who can sustain ten moves under him.

He's almost like a berserker.

In more than half an hour, Mason finished flipping through the books in his hand. He turned around and continued to the library.

Master Modu glanced at Mason curiously when he turned around.

He was very surprised, what was so magical about this wizard that would make the Supreme Mage take a high look at him.