Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

"The current mother-in-law is still Xijian?"

At the mention of this, Sejuani pursed her lips.

"No, my mother was supposed to take the place of mother-in-law. But she... escaped."

"escape?"

Sejuani's eyes became hollow, and she forgot to eat the fish in her hand: "Yes, she abandoned us all. She ran off with a man...leave her tribe behind!"

Kedal hesitated for a while, then reached out and rubbed her head, getting a puzzled and angry look from the latter. Sejuani clucked her teeth and patted his hand, like a wolf cub: "Don't touch my head! Grandma Xijian said it wouldn't grow taller like this!"

"Didn't she teach you how to use an axe?" Kedal asked.

Sejuani shook her head: "She didn't have time to teach me."

"What did she teach you?"

The girl counted her fingers and said, "Hunting, skinning... and how to use a bow and arrow."

"Get up."

Kedar threw her axe at her feet, then picked up his axe, the wind blowing at the edge of his coat. He said, "Now, let's go hunting. I want to see your skills."

They spent two hours looking for deer in the nearby forest. These animals are so cunning that the slightest nuisance can send them fleeing in no time, unlike their curious cousins, the elk. The deer of the Freljord...really just regular deer.

if not? You wouldn't think this place is full of dangerous mutant beasts.

The two were lying on a tall tree branch and had no bow in hand, so Kedal made a simple spear out of the frozen branches. He held the spear in his right hand, as steady as a mountain, motionless. He stared closely at the deer below who was ignorant of danger and bowed his head to graze.

"call out!"

The spear pierced its neck in an instant, blood gushed out, and the deer lost his life without even feeling much pain. Kedal jumped down from the tree, reaching out to catch Sejuani. But the latter stubbornly chose to climb down by himself.

Pull out the spear. Crouching in front of the deer's carcass, Kedar pointed to the wound on its neck and said, "If you're determined to kill them...whatever it is, bear, deer or wolf. Be quick."

"If you're not sure, don't do it. But once you decide you're going to do it yourself, it's not okay to go fast.

Hesitation is the worst enemy, and killing is easy—sometimes, you don't even need to think to do it. "

Sejuani reached out her hand cautiously, stroked the deer's velvety head and the antlers on top of it, and said, "But I don't have the power you have."

Kedal smiled meaningfully: "You will."

"what?"

Sejuani was confused, and Kedal had stood up. He carried the deer's body effortlessly on his shoulders and said, "Come on, let's go back. Hit the road tomorrow, and I'll take you back to the tribe."

Sejuani quickly followed, and she asked, "Do you know where the tribe is now?"

"It's winter, Sejuani. Where do you think they'll spend the winter?"

She patted her forehead as if suddenly realized, and said angrily, "Nel Zayag! What the hell, how did I forget?"

"It's still that place..." Kedar smiled involuntarily: "Have you tried to find other winter spots?"

"The Avarossa tribe is doing this, but they rarely interact with us recently. It is said that it was because Grandma Hejian ransacked a tribe close to them."

"Yeah, this is the way of Winter's Claw. It's not a robbery, or it's on the way to prepare for a robbery." Kedar sighed, and then said, "What do you want to eat at night? Fish, or venison?"

"...Can I eat both?"

Kedal looked down at her sparkling eyes, laughed dumbly, and his voice spread far and wide in the forest: "Of course, as long as you finish eating!"

Early the next morning.

The two walked out of the cellar, Kedal carrying a leather package in his hand. One night is not enough time to completely remove the bloody smell, but it is enough as a temporary pocket, and they cut out all the edible parts of the deer. Sejuani patted his arm and said, "Can I carry it?"

"It's heavy."

"He who doesn't work doesn't eat, my grandmother taught me. I have to do something."

Looking at her persistent look, Kedal did not refuse. He tied the animal skin cloth bag in his hand to the girl, and the cloth bag in his hand looked like a small package and placed it on the girl like a backpack. Sejuani struggled to tighten the bag, feeling the heavy weight, and smiled sincerely.

There are two routes from Lakstark to Nerzayag, one is the closest, but it needs to go over mountains. The other one took a little longer, but the road was smoother. Their journey was never smooth, and sometimes blizzards came. On those days, and could not find a place to hide, Kedal could only hold Sejuani in his arms, and the two shared the cold.

Sejuani is an Iceborn, and logically, she wouldn't be afraid of this kind of weather. But she is too young, and the blood power from the three sisters in her body has not been stimulated.

Sitting in the cave, Kedar breathed a sigh of relief. He was covered in blood, a parting gift from the bear he had just killed. Sejuani struggled to lift the bear's paw as she tried to move the bear inside. Kedal shook his head and said, "Let it stay there, we'll have something to eat tonight."

Unlucky for the bear, they happened to pass by. There is neither food nor shelter. And this bear happened to have both, and couldn't beat Kedal, who owned the axe made by Ornn, so he could only die with hatred.

"By the way, I've been meaning to ask you... Kedal, where did you get that axe? It's not like a true ice weapon?" Sejuani asked, looking at the giant axe in his hand.

"This? It's from Ornn." Sejuani's eyes widened at Kedal's plain words. Her first reaction was that Kedal was lying, but he didn't have to.

"But, but grandmother said that even grandmother's grandmother never saw him. Said he was a forgotten god."

"Did she also say that people only talk about him in front of crackling fires and tables full of grilled fish?"

"How do you know?" Sejuani was even more surprised.

"That's what she said all the time... God has always been with us. In the sky, in the dirt. Behind the veil of stars, and of course, in your heart," Kedal said with a half-smile.

Sejuani grimaced: "I don't believe it. If everyone believes in that Volibear, don't we have to kill each other every day? And, if they are really everywhere, why do they never ignore us?"

Kedal was once again amused by the little girl's whimsy. He shook his head and said, "No, no. Although Volibear is a cruel god, he is not that kind. Moreover, even if he is It really gets to the point where we still have Aoun."

"What does Aoun have to do with him? I only know that Aoun is his brother, and he never cares about us like him."

"What? Didn't Xijian tell you that story?"

"No, can you tell me?"

Kedal originally wanted to deal with the bear first, but looking at the girl's expectant eyes, he really couldn't say anything to refuse. So he cleared his throat and said, "It was a long, long time ago, before the Freljord split. At the foot of the Ornn Foundry, which is now the Ornkar Rock..."

"There lived a group of blacksmiths. They claimed to believe in Ornn, but if you asked Ornn himself, he would say no. Because he said he had no believers. Those blacksmiths did build on Ornn's Rock, though. It's a great town."

"They believe in Ornn, and as such, they all hope that they will one day be able to make the best artifacts in the world. Whether it's armor, weapons, or shields."

"There are at least a few thousand of these people, and I don't know the exact number. At least, that's what your grandmother Xijian told me."

"Anyway, they could do almost anything. Whether it was a wheelbarrow or a hoe to plow the fields—yes, the Freljord was full of soft ground for food. They built furnaces and villages, and in the villages In the center, a statue of Ornn was erected. They called themselves 'The Furnace Family'."

"They've never felt the frigid cold of the Freljord, not even with their bare feet on the slopes of Furnace. Because Ornn's foundry was so huge, they had to endure the boiling heat under their feet. . . And so, they gradually became the best group of craftsmen in the world, and they made objects that only fell in the face of Ornn."

"As for our casting god...you know him, most of the time he doesn't care about world affairs and is busy in his own casting room. But he occasionally tastes the craftsmanship of the furnace family, if If he thinks it's not bad, he will simply say the last sentence is ok. Considering his dislike of talking, this sentence can basically be regarded as a compliment."

"Aoun has never admitted that he has a heart for the Furnace, but we all know that. He may appear immobile on the outside, but he is fiery on the inside. Just like His Furnace."

"And, he actually has respect for the Furnace family. Because Ornn himself is passionate about making all kinds of things, he also knows how hard it is for mortals to endure the heat of their own foundry. The Furnace family does not need to Kneeling, no sacrifice required. Nor will Ornn's words be written down and sung around to force others to believe in him."

"They're just like their gods, silent and focused on the work at hand. These people are full of fantasies, unlimited energy, and very hardworking."

"There were times when the Furnace family felt that their craftsmanship made Ornn smile—but no one was sure about it, because his big beard blocked his smile."

Kedal stopped, and just as Sejuani felt strange, he found his face very gloomy: "Then Volibear came. He came to visit his brother. Ornn was very strange about this, There is no harmony between their brothers, and they have never visited each other before."

"Do you know why Volibear visited him?"

Sejuani thought for a while and replied, "He wants to fight him?"

"No, but not much. He's going to fight a war. The Bear is going to fight, so he needs some weapons to equip his army. Ornn has seen his army, and they're all grotesque fellows, and they make themselves Deformed to please Volibear. These people are simple-minded, violent, and get angry when they disagree."

"I've seen them too!" Sejuani whispered, her eyes blazing with anger.

"yes?"

"Bastard in bearskin..."

Kedal laughed again: "The evaluation is very accurate, little girl. You are as jerk as their gods. Considering your age, when you said these two words, you were going out to eat a mouthful of snow. However, today is an exception. ."

"Did Ornn agree?"

"Of course not. He is very stubborn, and no one can force him to build anything for himself. But Volibear has another way."

"After Ornn rejected him, he said: 'Okay, then let your followers do it. I don't care. Do it. I'm your brother.'"

"He agreed this time?"

"Neither. Ornn never saw them as his followers, but as craftsmen like himself. He knew how painful it was for a craftsman to be forced to build something he didn't want to do, so he was angry. "

"But this is one of Volibear's plans. He has long been disliked by the Furnace family."

"But, why? The Lu family didn't provoke him!"

Kedal lowered his head and said in a dull tone: "Very well, you have already grasped the first point of the story. There are people in the world who just can't see you, and they will use all means to torture you, block you, and kill you. Sometimes , they are ordinary people. Sometimes they are frost guards. Sometimes they are nature. Sometimes... they are gods."

"Let them come then," Sejuani said suddenly.

Glancing at her, Kedar continued: "They fought for eight days. The fight between the two was so intense that the base of the mountain trembled. Molten ore spewed out from the top of Furnace. Lightning was dense. Hit the mountain, a fountain of fire erupted from the fissures of the cliff. The sky was red and black. Earthquakes trembled, the blood of the heart of the world ran wildly on the highlands. All the people of the Freljord witnessed Volibear and Austria A battle of grace."

"When the smoke cleared, the summit of the big mountain was gone. But to make matters worse, all the Furnace families were dead. Their town was gone, just a pile of smoldering ruins. , and a fading past."

"Many centuries have passed, and the hill-less Furnace Town has stood silently. From time to time thick smoke billows from the pit that used to be the top of the hill. Some say that this is Ornn still tending his furnace, no Let the fires of the earth run through the world. Others say he is forging a great weapon that will one day come in handy."

"Some people believe that Ornn was killed by Volibear, because no one has seen him in the Freljord since then."

"Is he really dead?"

"No, it's just that he doesn't communicate with anyone anymore—except me." Kedal laughed, and he was satisfied to see Sejuani's suspicious eyes, so he lifted the axe and aimed the handle at the axe. took her.

"Take a good look, see this mark?"

Sejuani no longer doubted, she said with some admiration: "So you are the favored one of Ornn?"

"God favored? Who told you these three words? No, Aoun did not favor me. I volunteered to do things for him, because I respect such a god who never interferes with the world, and he treats us as equals of."

Kedal gritted his teeth and said: "Unlike other gods... regard us as slaves, vassals, or sacrifices. Are you willing to be Volibear's believers? You have also seen the appearance of those bears."

"Of course not, but the clan's situation is terrible now." Sejuani shook her head first, then began to snap her fingers: "The Frost Guards are chasing us... and the bear people, and then the Avarossa clan Not dealing with us again, alas. I really want to see Ashe."

"Ashe?"

"She is the daughter of Glenna, the warmother of the Avarossa tribe, and I get along very well with her."

"Yes, yes. The friendship between the two war mothers is a good thing." Kedar nodded, and Sejuani's face turned red in an instant. She whispered, "What... what War Mother?"

"Don't play stupid, Sejuani. You're Iceborn, and when Xijian grows old, you'll be the new Warmother."

The girl raised her head with a strange expression on her face: "Can I be a war mother just because I am an iceborn?"

Kedal knew what she meant, and the warrior shook his head: "No, some people are like that, they're proud of their blood. But you're different, Sejuani. The quality you show has made me sure of one thing—three The blood of the sisters will be proud of you."

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When he returned to the rock wall again, He Shenyan saw Lissandra lying on the ground without any image, panting.

The majesty of the Frost Witch is gone, only the embarrassment and the unbearable are left. He Shenyan glanced at her and said, "How do you feel?"

Lissandra knew what he was asking, and she replied with a wry smile, "If you're asking about what it's like to be dragged into a vision by them... bad. But if you ask me what it's like to witness their death... .great."

"Then get up, looking at your appearance, people who don't know think what I have done to you." The mage said bitterly.

Lissandra didn't tell him that in the illusion of the Void, he had indeed done something very outrageous to himself.

"It's best to let your people go down and clean up. Although they are dead, the remains and traces of pollution cannot be eliminated in a day or two. If you don't want them to come back, you'd better act fast." He After Shen Yan finished speaking, he immediately disappeared.

And Lissandra didn't even have time to say thank you, she had to bow deeply in the direction where the mage left.

Only she knows what a great thing this person who suddenly appeared and disappeared has done.