Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Presidian has no defenses—or rather, those ubiquitous towering giant trees are defenses here. The mage can see the hidden defensive spells above, and out of courtesy, he did not directly analyze it. It's just analysis with eyes alone, without even touching it with mental tentacles.

The conclusion he got did not exceed his expectations too much. That spell can transform trees into some kind of self-aware guards, which is enough to deal with ordinary people.

Walking through a rock gate that is hundreds of meters high, it is not appropriate to say that it is a gate. It was just a whole piece of stone with a hole in the middle. There are mottled marks on the surface, but it is still strong after countless years of beating.

After that, you will enter a valley. Most of the buildings here are made of wood, and most of the pedestrians on the street are monks. He also saw many Ionian practitioners who were glowing.

The she-wolf became cautious and cautious, she followed the mage firmly, not daring to leave half a step. The fluffy tail swept across He Shenyan's calf. There are many merchants selling along the street, most of them are handmade products. He not only heard a merchant brag about how effective his bracelets and other items are, but the items consecrated by eminent monks.

But actually? It was just a bunch of poor quality bracelets. Not to mention that it has magic power, the mage even suspects that this thing will break down soon after buying it back. But their business is still very good, after all, Presidian is from Navoli, the heart of Ionia. And Presidian is a sacred place for all Ionians.

Every day, countless people travel long distances here, or enter institutions of higher learning to study knowledge, or meditate in that magical garden. But there are more people who come here just to see the Holy Land, and Presidian will not fail them, it is worth the long journey. There are many people who shed tears just from the sight of the valley below.

However, all of these have nothing to do with He Shenyan. He walked down the street, all the way to another gate of the city, and behind it was the Enchanted Garden. But when he was only ten steps away from the garden, he stopped.

The mage turned his head, and he squinted in a certain direction.

Animals are often more aware of the approaching danger than humans, just like the female wolf now. With the change of He Shenyan's expression, she immediately fell to the ground, did not dare to lift her head, and her body trembled in fear.

"It looks like our meeting will be postponed."

He Shenyan said to a consciousness in the garden, and the consciousness responded with an old voice: "I see that your heart is full of anger... What can make you so angry?"

"Some stupid mortals think they are exercising justice." He Shenyan replied coldly.

That consciousness sighed: "Although we have never met,

But I can hear the babble in the wind. The souls in the land all speak your name to me, which is unprecedented. You must be very fond of them, and if you can say that...they must have done something really nasty. "

"It's not hateful - it's just pure stupidity, but the problem is, I can't stand stupidity." The mage said softly, looking down at the scared she-wolf and stroking her head lightly. Continue to say to the consciousness, "Can you do me a favor?"

"I am glad to."

"Help me look after her for a while... just a while, not too long."

He Shenyan squatted down, he looked at the she-wolf who was obviously scared to death, but still refused to leave him, and said softly, "Do you want a name?"

The magic in the air began to condense and vibrate. Many monks who were practicing in the temple suddenly felt dizzy. They fell to their knees in horror, believing that the ancient nature spirit of Ionia was angry and begging for forgiveness.

The she-wolf was not frightened, she straightened up. The wolf's figure is strong and noble, wild and graceful coexist in her. White and lustrous hair fluttered gently in the breeze. She lowered her head and let out a low whimper.

"very good."

The mage's voice gradually faded away, and his body gradually became thinner. The she-wolf heard his last words: "...when I come back, you will have your own name."

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First anger, then fear.

After seeing the blood-stained corpses, Racha inevitably let these two emotions churning in his brain.

Even in the worst nightmares he had ever had, Racha had never seen such a horrific sight. Compared to the rows of corpses in front of him, even being eaten by evil spirits seemed like a good way to die. At least being eaten by evil spirits is not killed by one's own kind in their sleep for no reason.

He stood at the entrance of the village with the remaining villagers, and in front of him were the bodies of all the remaining villagers. Racha's hands and face were covered in blood and had clumps together. It took a lot of effort for the remaining six of them to drag the others onto the white cloth. In order to honor the dead, they made three stretchers and transported them one by one to the entrance of the village.

"I don't understand... Who the hell would do such a thing?"

A young man stood beside Racha, he asked Racha tremblingly, and then began to cry silently. And Racha had the same impulse as him. Those who were alive in the past all turned into cold corpses lying on the ground, no matter men or women, no matter how old or young. Even the neighbor's child who was just three years old half a month ago could not escape the poison.

The only thing Racha could comfort herself was that at least she walked without pain and her face was peaceful.

Racha turned to leave, and another older man stopped him. He is the lonely fisherman: "Where are you going?"

"Go to the elders in the province—I don't know either, no matter who, this matter has to be resolved." His eyes were bloodshot, his voice was hoarse, and he looked shaky.

The fisherman shook his head: "No, what you need now is rest. Racha, if you start now, you will be exhausted."

"I don't care," Racha said loudly, and an anger deeper than darkness struck him down, but that was exactly what he wanted, he said: "Can you just pretend that nothing happened and continue on Can you live in the village? Wake up every morning and look at their empty houses, can your conscience endure that kind of torment?!”

"They were killed!" Racha's voice seemed to be roaring. He lifted the white cloth covering the corpses, pointed to the knife marks on their corpses as if revealing the truth, and burst into tears.