Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

The love-hate relationship between Setaka and Jax is beyond He Shenyan's concern.

He knew Setaka, and he had seen her portrait on the scrolls. The queen is one of the few people whose portraits can be handed down even after tens of thousands of years. Her status in Shurima is evident. But Jax's reaction clearly has a story with her. The wizard skipped this point, he realized something else.

If Setaka was really guiding Jax, then the Ascenders would have to take priority over him again.

An existence that has been dead for thousands of years and can still manifest the world in some kind of soul, even if it is an example in the ascendant, is worthy of his serious study for a while.

On the other hand, Jax is still immersed in the feeling of the past. To put it bluntly, he was slapped by Queen Setaka in a certain way. The slap was fast, accurate and hard, and he was directly confused.

"Okay, Mr. Jax. Sober up."

As a last resort, the mage snapped his fingers at him.

Jax, who had recovered from the trance, hammered his head and made a dull sound: "...you're right, it's time to wake up. The priority is not her, but Void."

"I'm glad you realized that."

Jax jumped off the roof, the distance of several meters was nothing to him. This lone warrior held the flaming lamppost in his hand, and a certain posture made his walking posture even become heavy and murderous. The momentum was like going to a war.

But in reality, they were just looking for some merchants.

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The yellow sand will cover many things and at the same time bury many things. But for Nasus, there was only one thing they couldn't take away.

his memory.

He walked through the desert in a trance. In his memory, it was a small town hundreds of years ago. In the center of the town lies an inexhaustible spring created by magic, hence the name Karahartes. It means Qingquan.

But at this moment, there is nothing here except the yellow sand.

He couldn't help feeling a burst of sadness, and the dog-headed man had long been used to this feeling. He wandered alone for so long, witnessing the commoners and commoners turn into rogues and scavengers amidst the ruins of his own country. Civilization is broken, and everything from the Sethaka dynasty to the Azir dynasty is buried.

The current Shurima... was very different from the one he knew.

But, is it really so? They had the same blood on their bodies, and the place where they lived was still called Shurima. So are their temperaments. Nasus felt a sudden burst of absurdity.

As a scholar in the past, he valued rigor the most, but now he regards the people of the empire as savages because of his own prejudice.

He crouched down and looked at the scene not far in front of him, thoughtfully.

His transcendent vision allowed him to see far away, and he was above the dunes, so he could see farther. In a plain below, a group of sand pirates was surrounding a small caravan.

Nasus's attitude to sand thieves is like a man seeing a mosquito in his room - if you don't loiter in front of my eyes, I'll assume you don't exist. But if you dare to dangle in my face, then I'll have to shoot you with my slippers.

The sand thieves rode their horses and circled the little caravan. The scimitars in their hands are very effective weapons, at least in Shurima. There's very little armor here, and walking the desert in heavy armor would be suicidal. Not to mention the weight, the sunlight alone can make the iron burn red and burn off half of your skin.

So if people really want to wear armor, they will choose leather armor. Therefore, the machete can come in handy many times, and the thin and curved blade can cause more damage. If he was hit, even if he didn't die on the spot, he couldn't save him. You can only lie on the yellow sand and wait for your blood to dry slowly.

The group of caravans obviously knew how powerful the sand thieves were with the machete. They only had two guards, and one was dead, holding a long sword in his hand, while the other held a long spear and shrank behind the crowd.

Nasus smiled bitterly as he looked at the faces of the people in the caravan whose dark skin was similar to that of the people of his country. They have nothing in common other than their similar faces, and they don't even speak the language of Shurima. He was still hesitating to save them, but when he saw one of the sand thieves swing a sharp blade at them, a word suddenly sounded in Nasus' mind.

That's a famous saying about the responsibility of the Ascended. It was said by Queen Setaka.

"We are stronger than mortals. We have unimaginable strength and longevity, and that's why we don't ignore them. We are demigods, but we are demigods because of mortals. It's hard to take off this body. Will your soul be nobler than those valiant soldiers?"

"boom!"

A few hundred meters away, the sandstorm rose. The sand thief's knife was firmly grasped by one hand, and the dog-headed man appeared at the scene at an unknown time. He left a path full of flowers of death behind him, and the sand thieves on horses had all died at some point. They twisted into a mass of rotten bones, the scent spread, and Nasus looked at him calmly.

Then throw a right fist.

The guy flew out—his upper body, to be exact. Blood spilled on Nasus's face, but he was unmoved. Killing is just a means to him, and after all, he is also a scholar.

Yes, a scholar who has wandered for hundreds of years, a lunatic. A person who sees his country being destroyed, and the people who watch it in a daze, but never do anything, and even feel that they don't deserve to be educated.

Holding the sharp machete of the sand thief leader, Nasus's fingers rubbed the blade carefully. Not only did the sharp knife not stab him, it even shattered easily with two fingers.

What have I been doing for hundreds of years?

I'm wandering... no, I'm just wasting my time. And it's not my own time, the lifespan of the Ascended is almost endless... I'm wasting the last breath of the empire.

Nasus is sad to discover that if he had not gone into madness, he had acted. Then the Azir Dynasty may not be destroyed so easily, and there will be things left in the future. Instead of being ruled by various city lords as they are now, they are greedy and have no ambitions. Thinking only of one-third of an acre, not the entire Shurima.

Fortunately, it is not too late to wake up now. Yes, I still have time...

Nasus turned his head and looked at the group of people who were trembling and kneeling, only the dog-headed man in the ancient legend walked out of the yellow sand, and he said slowly: "Stand up, only one of Shurima's people kneels and worships. object."