Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

In fact, He Shenyan never left. He just sat on the third floor of the mage tower. This is his room, and no one can enter without his permission.

He was suspended in darkness, surrounded by stars under his feet and beside him, flickering and dying with his breath, born or destroyed with his thoughts.

The mage closed his eyes, he was thinking.

From Francesca's memory, he saw a lot. Abandoning the sad life of the sorceress chasing power, but from her memory, the mage did get some information about the Swallow.

First, the elves of this world come from other worlds. They took a special white boat and brought their family to this world. They settled here and dealt with the natives of the continent in a gentle manner. Such as goblins, dwarves.

They slowly became the ancient race on this continent. During this period, elves dominated almost the entire continent.

And now the ruins of Elven cities scattered around the world are evidence of this glorious past. Such as Vizima and Orsenfurt, these two magnificent cities are actually built on the ruins of the elves.

They created magnificent civilizations, rich in culture, sophisticated art, and advanced science. There have also been some of the best wizards, artists and poets in history. Many of the tools that people use every day today were also invented by them. However, after humans learned from them how to use magic, the decline of the elves was inevitable.

When it comes to the blood of the ancients, we have to talk about the famous elf sage, prophet, and female elf Islinne Aigre Ep Avenion in their clan. This long, dying name is really hard to pronounce, so let's just call her Islini. Interestingly, this elf is not only famous within the clan, she is quite famous all over the world.

The reason is simple, she made a prophecy.

Islaine's Prophecy.

Her prophecy is widely known by residents of all races and classes on the mainland, and many of them have already been fulfilled, such as the decline of elves. The most serious warning in her prophecy is that the world will be destroyed by hoarfrost and return to savagery. According to her prophecy, the world will be destroyed by "hoarfrost", all human beings will perish, and the only survivors will be elves. They will be rescued by the descendants of the "Ancient Blood" known as "Swallows".

swallow......

The mage actually doesn't care about the fate of the elves, and he doesn't care how this race crosses the world, because they don't cross the barriers of the world. It's just sailing in the universe, interstellar travel.

He only cares about two things. First, what is Hoarfrost? Second, swallows.

What is hoarfrost, Franceska has no judgment in her memory. The oldest books in the elven race can't describe what kind of disaster this is. The only certainty is that hoarfrost has destroyed many worlds. As long as hoarfrost appears in the galaxy, within a few decades, all the planets in the entire galaxy will turn into lifeless ice blocks.

And Yanzi, the inheritor of the blood of the ancients, can stop Baishuang... in what form? Will he or she have problems after stopping Hoarfrost? Why did Gu Yi want me to find the swallow... Could there be hoarfrost in our world?

The questions lingered in his mind, forcing him to open his eyes.

He began to figure out the source of the incident gradually. To save his world, he must first find the swallow. Swallow is actually a pronoun, meaning the inheritor of the blood of the ancients. According to Francesca's memory, the blood of the ancients can be traced back to the elf sage, Laura Doren Ep Hildahal.

She is the daughter of the Elf King, and she was supposed to marry another Elf sage... but she fell in love with a human warlock, and the end of the two was not very happy, both died. But compared to her husband who died early, Laura gave birth to a daughter who carried her blood before her death.

Her bloodline has continued, and the faces of the family flashed in the mage's mind, and finally settled on two people.

Calanthe Fiona Leanlon of Sintra, queen of where he and Geralt were. Known as the lioness of Sintra.

The second is her daughter, the princess of Sintra, Pavetta.

The mage has tired and satisfied eyes. He has just traced the family tree from top to bottom with magic. This kind of roaming in the long river of time is not simple. But very effective. At least he has now got the clue of the swallow, but the swallow itself has not appeared. Because not just any inheritor of ancient blood can be called a swallow.

The blood of the ancients is an extremely powerful bloodline. The person who owns it can control space and time, and roam freely in various worlds-doesn't it sound like a transboundary mage? But the cross-border mages can't make their children have the same ability as themselves.

Unfortunately, very few bloodlines can fully control it, at least not the current two heirs. And they may not even know that they have such an ancient and noble bloodline on their bodies.

He left his mage tower and came to the hotel in Sintra.

Geralt was sitting in the hall eating, and when he saw the mage walking out of the portal in the blue light, he complained to him, "Hey, you got the lady boss back. I'll stay at the store and pay her. , do you have to cook by yourself?"

He pointed to the blob of...thing in his bowl. The mage frowned and asked, "What is this?"

"baked beans."

"...Your culinary talent is very good, Geralt. Come on, I'm sure you'll be able to make something better than this one day."

"Hey! You don't need to say that! I know what I'm doing is not good. Then again, where have you been? It's been a day. You won't be with her... eh?" Geralt complained first. For a moment, then start to wink again. If outsiders saw his posture, the rumor that the witchers were paralyzed would probably be self-defeating.

"No, Geralt. I'm not the kind of guy who spends all your money on girls. I just negotiated amicably with her."

"Hmph, friendly negotiation... I believe it. So shall we continue to live here?"

"Of course, why not? Actually... Geralt, have you ever thought about going to the palace to meet the king?"

Geralt's hand shook, and he nearly dropped his fork on the ground. The witcher sternly said, "No, I don't want to have anything to do with the kings anymore. They don't welcome me as an eventful witcher."

What he didn't know was that things always backfired.