Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

"You're not just a dancer, are you?"

"You're not just a scholar, too, are you?"

There was a coldness in the dancer's voice. It was impossible to say whether it was born this way or an angel. She hugged Bordeaux's soul, knelt on the ground, and said softly.

"Yes." He Shenyan nodded: "But I may or may not be just a scholar."

The dancer glanced at him, raised her hand and took off the veil. She was very beautiful, with countless sorrows on her face: "Unfamiliar scholar, thank you for saving me from madness."

"Just say anything you want to say." He Shenyan knew that she still had some words to say.

But unexpectedly, the dancer refused.

She had a miserable but happy smile on her face: "No, how can you risk your life? This is our fault after all... You have done enough, please leave. "

After she finished speaking, she left with the illusory light spot, and dropped the two swords on the ground. The mage watched the back of her leaving without saying anything. He respects everyone's choices, but he also has his own choices.

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Anor Lund, the highest god's residence.

Gwendelin trembled and raised the long staff in her hand. The black mud in front of her was quietly crawling on the ground, and the bones that had been swallowed up by it kept surging on it, and Gwendelin could even hear some of the mourning of the tragic deceased. . This blasphemous thing is able to appear in the most sacred place in the world—!

"How presumptuous! Defile the dwelling of the gods..." she panted, trying to maintain her majesty as a god, but at the moment her frail appearance looked more like a sickly beauty. Her spells are completely ineffective against black mud, not to mention, she herself is not that powerful in the Protoss, but she is quite accomplished in illusion.

She was wearing an intricate ornate white robe, very beautifully styled, but stained with a little dust. Obviously, the god was a little embarrassed in dodging the attack.

Several white snake tails are looming at the end of the robe. The gorgeous mask that used to cover her face had long since been lost on the ground during the dodging attack, revealing her pale and delicate and beautiful face, with long white hair falling down her forehead, not only did not lose her beauty, on the contrary, it added a few more. Divide color.

But at this time, the anger on Gwendelyn's face was almost uncontrollable.

The black mud made a grunt,

It actually spoke, and its voice was like the echo of thousands of dead people.

"Ah... Gwendelyn, the shadowy sun. Even a god as great as you will be swallowed up by me... But don't worry. You will sleep within me like everyone else, The secluded will bring peace to everyone, and we will quietly wait for the flames to go out, until the era of no fire comes..."

"You..." Gwendelin looked at it hatedly, and didn't say much, the long staff in her hand lit up again, and the golden arrows shot out, but like a mud cow into the sea, it sank into the black mud body, without any trace. movement.

In a surge of black mud, it rushed towards Gwendelyn. She was unavoidable, and behind her was the throne that symbolized the power of the gods. Gwendelyn was heartbroken. She simply closed her eyes, clenched the long staff in her hand, and instilled her strength, making up her mind that even death would Let this madman suffer.

However, the imagined pain did not come.

Gwendelyn opened her eyes suspiciously. Could it be that this cannibalistic madman was slowly torturing her? Or did he change sex?

But what she saw shocked her. The black mud was blocked by a man with one hand, and an illusory flame burst out from that slender hand, which completely melted the black mud in an instant. As the soul of King Xin, the filthy soul lay quietly on the ground.

"Yu, who are you?!"

how is this possible...? With one move alone, you can solve the Holy Spirit, Eldridge?

The man turned around, his complexion was pale, and he was almost magically handsome: "Just a scholar, hello, Gwendelyn... Madam?"

"Wait, are you a lady?"

In normal times, someone who dared to ask such rude questions would have already been thrown into prison by Gwendelin, but at this moment, the situation was special, not to mention, Gwendelin also felt the powerful power in his body. She said slowly: "Gender means nothing to gods, strange scholar, thank you for your help."

She looked at the ground wet with black mud in disgust, and the long staff in her hand flashed white light, removing all those disgusting substances.

"Then I'll call you a lady." The mage shrugged, he didn't really care about these things, but this god obviously cared about his identity, or did she take these as a responsibility?

He glanced at the snake tails under Gwendelin's white robe without a trace, but she noticed even a short glance.

Gwendelyn retracted her tail angrily, with a touch of pink on her face: "You! What are you looking at?!"

"Cough." He Shenyan coughed, he knew it was his own fault. But he was really curious about those white tails.

"I apologize, ma'am."

"I accept." She adjusted her clothes and stood up straight again. The mage estimated that she was nearly three meters tall. The beautiful god said slowly: "Scholar, thank you for helping me maintain the dignity of the Protoss, that abominable treachery dared to release this man-eating beast..."

"If it wasn't for you, I might have..." She didn't continue. The mage was a little surprised. He thought that the face-saving god would uphold his identity and say something like I have a solution even if you don't come. But she's clearly very honest.

"Scholar, as a god, I should have rewarded you, but the situation is special at this time, please forgive me. If you wish, you can wait here for a while. I will convene the Knights of the Dark Moon and completely destroy those who dare to disobey the gods. Crusade...after that, you will be rewarded."

"I don't need a reward, Lady Gwendelyn."

The mage said lightly, but this sentence made her frown angrily. Just because of the weak temperament and beauty, this anger has no deterrent effect at all, on the contrary, it looks a bit cute. The mage looked at the hooded golden helmet she was hanging on the ground, and thought that it was no wonder you needed this thing.

"How can this be so?! I am the shadowy sun, Gwendelyn, and you will wait here."

"No, ma'am, I really don't need any reward... If I had to say it, I just wanted some knowledge."

"For example, the truth about the fire. However, you don't need to tell me."

The wizard stepped aside and picked up Eldridge's soul on the ground.