Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Aatrox was doing a rather thankless thing - he was teaching a group of mortals the martial arts.

Although he loves greatswords the most, that doesn't mean Aatrox doesn't use other weapons. On the contrary, he chose to use the sword after being proficient in all weapons, because in his mind, only this kind of weapon that coexists with violence and grace can clearly express his fighting art.

In front of him was a battle formation of forty people. Once upon a time, when ancient Shurima existed, there were ten thousand soldiers under each ascendant. And these soldiers will act in a battle formation of forty people, and they are proficient in various cooperation and various tactics. They are all elites without exception, and they also have different divisions of labor according to the attributes of the battle formation.

He is now training pikemen.

With a pistol and a shield, they are often the arms that kill the most enemies in wars. Apart from ascenders like Aatrox, he does not think that any mortal can break the gun and shield formation by himself.

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"one!"

The elegant tone of ancient Shurima sounded in his mouth, the scorching sun was in the sky, the soldiers were sweating on the training ground with their shirtless shirts on, and there was no slack in their standard movements, which made Aatrox more and more satisfied. With his chanting, the soldiers raised their shields and thrust their spears.

"two!"

They retracted their spears and hid their bodies behind their shields.

These 40 soldiers were carefully selected by him. Although they were not up to the standard of the past, they were enough. They could not be greedy, and he could not ask things to go against the laws of nature. A mortal with good physical fitness will not grow into a sudden ripening under the magic of those fields like the wheat in the fields. Even so, Aatrox is still a little dissatisfied.

He knew what it was, he had suppressed it for too long, and desperately needed a noble war to let himself vent. Thinking of this, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

The Void...and the protoss. His greatsword has longed for too long, blood...death, war!

The wings behind him suddenly opened, and the wind was blowing everywhere, and the mortal soldiers in the battle formation began to rest unsurprisingly. They knew that when Aatrox was in this state, he wouldn't be in the dark about anything, and the training had to happen right under his nose, so they usually took a break during this time.

On the other side, the dog-headed man is correcting various orders in the newly built masonry buildings in this settlement. After he and Aatrox unified the now warring city-states of Shurima, he every day The government affairs to be dealt with are in the thousands.

According to the laws of ancient Shurima, the city-state elected a new ruler. After seeing the force of Nasus and Aatrox, they had no other careful thoughts. And Nasus had to admit that some of them did a really good job. But this didn't free him from the complicated affairs of government, and he had to deal with much more than Aatrox focused on training.

From the buildings in the city, to how magic transforms the land and crops. From road maintenance to caravan taxation... Nasus had never felt so savvy - he hadn't rested for over a month.

Although Ascenders don't need much rest, mental exhaustion is inevitable. However, seeing Shurima getting better a little bit, he was able to ignore this exhaustion for a while.

"My lord, a new approval document has been sent."

A guard pushed open the door and came in, holding a large scroll of parchment in his hand, and Nasus didn't lift his head, with round glasses on his nose. The dog-headed man said indifferently: "Very good, put it on the table on the left, and take away what I have corrected on the table on the right. In addition, a message to the caravan leaders in the sand sea - don't enter the beast again. Bone or something."

"That thing is useless except for decoration. Who would buy this kind of thing as decoration except those rich businessmen? Let them buy and sell something more useful to the commoners!"

After speaking,

He continued to correct the official documents that were as high as a mountain in front of him, and the sound of the door closing came shortly after. Nasus tried his best not to rush himself, but he couldn't forget the thing the mage brought up--he couldn't forget it.

Void.

The dog-headed man's expression became a little colder, and he corrected the official documents at a double speed, as if pouring his anger on these official documents that seemed to never be completed.

Until he saw a piece of information, Nasus narrowed his eyes, and he began to read it carefully.

"Lord Nasus."

"We've been wandering around Amakla for a month with regard to the void threat you're talking about, and the locals are quite hostile to us. But as of the time I sent this intel, they haven't done anything out of the ordinary. I I hope they don't force us to show our swords, after all, this is your teaching, and all the sons of yellow sand should have more lofty goals."

"Back to the point, the so-called 'prophet', the locals used deliberately vague language about his existence to mislead us. But they were not always of one mind. After paying a few threats and a few gold coins, we got We got the answer we wanted."

“His name was Marzaha, and he was the only child of a grocery vendor. Growing up in Amakla as a child, his parents were terminally ill when he found out he had the gift of prophecy. The boy spent his first few years on the streets divination for people in exchange for some food on Weibo.”

"As he got older, his divination became more accurate and his reputation became more and more famous. We asked a few people and got some stories about him."

"He has accurately predicted the marriage target of a camel rider, the location of the flying knife in the gambling game in the market, and even the bad omen that a wealthy businessman will soon face a bloody disaster. Soon, he came to divination The shoes of the people in front of the stall changed from straw sandals covered with mud to slippers with jewels."

"However, after his divination career improved a little, he chose to leave. We found a person who was close to him at the time, and with a little trick, he told the information we wanted. ."

"He said that in the long-term divination, Malzaha has become more and more able to feel the diligence of his abilities. He can easily see some fragments of others' future, but he can't see his own future clearly. The man complained that he saw an uneven distribution of wealth, with the poor getting poorer and the rich getting richer. The poor had to roll in the sand and die in pain."

"He also saw violence, and the man said that Marzaha would not be able to sleep for a while almost every night, he would be shaking and mumbling, and he would fall into a half-dream state. His friend said he had heard Marzana The sleep talk was filled with terrifying words like blood and death."

"The last time he saw Malzahar was a year ago, and he said goodbye to his only friend. Said he was disappointed in humanity, which is doomed to a never-ending cycle of suffering, often of its own accord, even if No amount of hopeful prophecy could break the curse. He left all his money with this friend and walked away."

"No one knows where he has gone, but we have noticed that near Icathia - bless me. Near the cursed land, in small settlements, the reputation of a prophet It's starting to spread like wildfire. We'll be here waiting for your next order."

"Shadow Guard."

The dog-headed man's fingers tapped the tabletop, and he felt a chill hit, which quickly disappeared. People with the ability to predict are not uncommon in Shurima. Under the scorching sun, there will always be such lucky ones born. However, among all the prophets, only a small number of them can spend their old age in peace. Most of them were killed.

Is this a destiny?

Nasus felt a wave of absurdity rise in his heart, and he gave a cold smile, grinned, and thrust his fangs into the air menacingly: "Damn the void..."

He could almost imagine what would happen to such a disillusioned prophet when he approached Icathia - nothing more than temptation, corruption, and depravity. However, how fragile the will of mortals is when facing the void, he has long expected this.

Rubbing his eyebrows, he was a little worried. Pulling out a new piece of parchment at random, he wrote on it.

"Shadow Guard."

"Get out of that place quickly, Icathia is by no means a place you can get close to now. I don't want you to sacrifice your life for a trivial, corrupted prophet. After you come back and repair for a while, I will give you new orders. ."

Without signing, he rolled up the parchment and coughed. The wooden door was immediately opened, and the previous guard asked humbly, "What are your orders?"

"As usual, the order of the Shadow Guard. By the way, I invite Lord Aatrox to come to my place. He didn't go out of town to hunt today, did he?"

"No, my lord. Lord Aatrox should still be in the barracks."

"Very good." Nasus nodded, the guard exited the door, and he went back to the back of the table to continue grading.

Before long, the sound of heavy footsteps made him put down the quill in his hand. Aatrox walked through his door in a shrunken size, and the ancient ascendant quickly recalled his old magic after breaking free from his prison - changing size at will is just one of them, he can It's not just this one hand that stands tall on the battlefield.

"What's the matter?"

"A prophet."

Aatrox narrowed his eyes: "Ah, Prophet... I see, he's corrupted?"

Nasus nodded, full of worry, but he didn't show it: "General, our current situation is not optimistic."

"Although the city-states are prospering, we still haven't found the bloodline of Queen Setaka - if your memory is not wrong, then she should still have a bloodline wandering outside. A country cannot live without a king, these It's not just right for you and me to do things."

Aatrox waved his hand: "Don't worry, Huang Sha will not abandon us. Sooner or later, her bloodline will show signs. Let's talk about that prophet."

Nasus briefly explained the situation of Malzahar, and Aatrox frowned: "I knew it would be like this... All the prophets are immersed in those so-called nihilism and cannot extricate themselves. .They are exposed to too many evils of human nature and ignore the good side."

His words surprised the head of the dog, after all, Aatrox has been clamoring to fight since he woke up. He didn't expect that the ascendant, who was famous for his martial arts, would have such a side.

Aatrox continued: "I knew this a long time ago...there are only two ways to get them back on track. First, let them face death - throw them on the battlefield, and let them go. In a year, as long as they don't die, they'll be back to normal."

"Second... let them go with Qian Jue and let the cruel wolf spirit bite their throats." He said coldly.

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He Shenyan and Kronos Tiberius are walking on the snow field. The giant's footsteps are fast, and compared to his huge body, the movements are simply light and fast. The mage is easier - he flies close to the ground without his feet touching the ground.

The two walked and chatted.

"I am not boasting - we never despise mortals, on the contrary, all human life, no matter how small it may seem, is sacred and worthy of our protection. The Emperor will never abandon any human being, This is the iron rule."

"Interesting, but I guess, this tradition should only exist in your legion?"

"There are other brothers as well...but others, please forgive me, I don't want to mention their names." Cronos's voice grew gloomy.

"I understand that on this point, my attitude is the same as yours - mortals are the cornerstone, they are the most important."

He Shenyan nodded, with a rare lightness in his voice: "Maybe some people think that ordinary people are not worthy to stand with their noble bodies, but history will eventually prove that those who stand with the people will win."

After saying goodbye to Lissandra and the valiant warriors of Frostguard Citadel, they left quickly. The mage promised Kronos to send him back when he was here, so the noble warrior who called himself Astarte began to follow him. He Shenyan planned to go back to Ionia first. He had to admit that he missed Feng a little bit.

I don't know how she's been doing recently.

Before long, they came to a jungle not far from Frostguard Citadel, where Udyr continued his practice.

"You're back, Master."

He bowed respectfully to He Shenyan. In the past two days, it is not that he has made no progress. In fact, the effect of his talent coupled with this ancient practice from the Druids is far more than 1+1=2. This young man's body changed from the previous thinness, and in just two days, his muscles became stronger as if he had changed.

Psychopaths... Your practice method is really convenient.

He Shenyan glanced at his perfect pectoral muscles, shook his head without a trace, and said, "How do you feel?"

"Excellent, Master." Udyr looked a little elated, he said: "I can ignore the voices of those animals, and I can still understand their words if I want to. But at least their endless Whispers will no longer be picked up by me anytime, anywhere."

"The progress is good...but you have to be punished." The mage spread his hands and said, "It's a small test - although I didn't tell you, but standing in front of you with such a tall warrior, you actually don't feel at all. No."

Udyr took off his blindfold, stunned.

In front of him stood a warrior as tall as a mountain. The huge armor of blue, gold and white condensed the purest violent aesthetics, and a deep attraction fascinated him. And the huge long sword with ferocious serrations on his waist, Udyr looked up and looked at the scarlet goggles of his helmet, for a moment he forgot to speak.

After a long time, he said to the smiling He Shenyan, "I am punished... Tutor."

"Your qualifications are good, boy." The giant raised his hand and placed his cold hand on his shoulder amid the humming sound. Although his voice sounded odd and emotionless, Udyr felt a soothing urge: "Do it well, and don't let your mentor's hard work."

Kronos had to admit that this desolate, technologically backward planet gave him another surprise. If he had come here with the Chapter, this young man would no doubt have been drafted the moment they saw him. Astarte's eyes are very vicious, and he can see that this young man is not just physically strong.

Sometimes the real power lies in the heart. And the eyes of this young man are enough to say everything, that kind of determination... He will definitely become a solid shield against the enemy of mankind.

Leaving aside Udyr, who was so energetic, He Shenyan's expression seemed a little strange.

painstakingly...

You misunderstood, Kronos. I just teach him casually, I really don't have any pains...

He didn't say it, he took out a book from nowhere and handed it to Udyr: "If you have time to read it, it will be very helpful for your future practice-in addition, if you feel that you are qualified, Go to the Frostguard Citadel and find the Frost Witch."

Udyr raised his head, puzzled: "What do you... mean?"

"I'm going to leave for a while. You have to practice on your own. Don't be negligent, or you'll know my attitude towards students." He Shenyan nodded at him and opened a very large portal Left with Kronos.

Udyr stood where he was, holding the book in his hand, a little happy. He could hear the meaning of the Master's words, and he was recognized as a disciple.

the other side......

He Shenyan, who returned to the Mage Tower, looked a little gloomy, the corners of his eyes twitched, and soon, the Mage's voice sounded in the tower.

"Feng! What did you do to my table?! Where's Jie He Shen?!"

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