Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

If someone looked down from the sky at this time, they would find that, here and now, there is only one place left in the capital of Noxus, the immortal fortress, that still has the breath of the living - it is just a small military camp, similar buildings There are seventeen in the entire immortal fortress. But this one is the only one that resists.

"Stand your ground!"

The squadron leader roared as he walked on the city wall, tapping the shield with the blade in his hand, boosting the morale of the soldiers. He growled, "Never retreat! Understand! We have nowhere to go!"

That's what Swain heard when he walked up the wall. He nodded approvingly to the squadron commander and motioned him to look elsewhere for the line of defense. Afterwards, he spoke to the only remaining wounded soldiers, in a tone that could not be heard of joy or anger.

"It's a losing battle - we're going to lose."

Everyone looked at him eagerly, even if they received such a devastating blow to morale, they did not rashly say anything. Instead, they waited for his following. After all, they all knew what Swain was like.

The name of the 'Crows of Death' Legion, the name of the deadly fight is not what they said, but it was played by Swain for more than 20 years. The only retreat was also because of the face of the giant.

"However, according to Legion's tradition. We still won't retreat, does anyone have an opinion?"

No one spoke, only a crippled soldier shouted: "Sir! Elton Ben Fernand of the 2nd Company of the Shield Guard has applied for return!"

Swain followed the voice, and he showed a rare smile: "Isn't this my second company commander of Shield Guard? Your application has been approved!"

He continued: "I have to tell you—we won't get any support, we won't get any supplies. The food in the camp will last us three days, and our arrows will only last for five volleys. People were injured, and we even lost 70 percent of our comrades."

"Unlike in the past, the enemy we have to face this time is not German dogs, barbarians, or the foolish soldiers of those hypocritical kings. We have to face our own countrymen, our own citizens. But I think You've seen them as they are now. If there's anything we can do for them - it's death."

Swain's eyes twinkled with two flames, and his voice was reminiscent of a war horn: "Does anyone have an opinion?"

Still no one spoke, and his soldiers responded to him with the same look. Swain knew that kind of look, he had seen it countless times, and every time it made himself emotional and couldn't help himself. That's why he was willing to be on the front line of the war, fighting bloody gunfire. This man, who had always given a gloomy impression, smiled incomparably at this moment.

He drew his sword,

shouted loudly: "Prepare for battle!"

the other side.

who I am?

I'm Thane... I'm the original Hand of Noxus, I'm... am I a man, or am I a beast?

Blood.

So smelly.

You don't deserve to be killed by me.

Pain is meaningless.

All these fragmented sentences floated through his mind, and Sein's eyes became clear for a moment - and only for a moment, the blood faded from his eyes. He could clearly see the destruction he had caused. Half of the city was completely destroyed by his violence, and the flesh was ground into a paste and spilled on the ground.

He lowered his head, stared at the ugly head in front of him that had just died, and smashed it with one foot.

The voice was still whispering in his mind: "Go on! Kill! Kill the weak and useless! Kill those who dare to stand in your way! Kill anything that stands in your way and destroy them completely. Only blood can make a noble soul, and the will to fight is indelible... You must keep going! Go to the palace and grind the bones of that damn woman to powder with your feet!"

"fighting!"

These two words were echoed in Shane's mind in the form of a roar. He closed his eyes in pain and tried his best to resist the temptation from the depths of his heart-the voice was right, even It could be said that every sentence was in his heart. Shane did want to kill the walking corpses, but definitely not in this way.

Even if I want to kill——I have to kill it with my will! Fighting is my gift, my reward to myself, the bloody wounds of the enemy are made by me, and it has nothing to do with you! Get out! Get out of my head!

He knelt to the ground in pain, hammering the ground with both hands, and the ground trembled with tremendous force. His roar resounded through the heavens and the earth, and unexpectedly overwhelmed the uninterrupted sound of extravagance for a while.

The voice stopped for a while, then swirled in his head with more satisfied laughter: "Yes! Yes! That's it! You will come to my palace at last..."

He couldn't finish his words, and with another cold snort full of anger, He let out an unwilling roar. Afterwards, the pain in Sean's mind quickly disappeared, and he actually regained consciousness.

Sean gasped and stood up. The first thing he did when he regained consciousness was to find his two axes. Fortunately, his weapons were not too far away from him. They were lying quietly in the ruins not far away, and the surface had become completely bloody. Sean walked over silently, feeling a little bit of fear and unease after a while.

What would have happened if... I just turned out to be like this in the barracks?

The answer was obvious, and the foreseeable consequence made Sean tremble. If he had to pick one thing he hated most, it would be being forced to kill his soldiers and colleagues. No, every time he recalled the days when he was caged by those mages resurrected with undead spells, a hatred that almost made his teeth ache began to fill Thayn's mind.

He will never kill any of his brothers again, never.

With this mentality, he took hold of the two axes. Then, a miracle happened.

A golden sunlight pierced through the dim clouds in the sky of the Immortal Fortress and shone on him. Sean raised his head in surprise. He looked directly at the sun, and felt a kind of heartfelt warmth.

There was a feeling somewhere that made him look down, and he found that the blood on his two giant axes quickly receded as if it had met the sun's snow, and the shape of the axe itself also followed the sunlight. Start to change.

Their rough black surfaces became smooth and their shapes became more exaggerated, just enough to allow Thane to wield them more freely. The wooden axe handle turned into some kind of black metal that Sion couldn't name. It was extremely cold in his hand, but Sion felt relieved for a while. It was as if he would never lose his mind again as long as he held these two giant axes.

A father-like voice sounded in his head: "Go, so they may rest in peace."

Obey. Sean's lips moved slightly and answered silently.

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Astarte stopped, raised his head, and stared at the golden sunbeam. A smile appeared on his face under the helmet.

He is watching me.

Thinking of this, Kronos felt that he was filled with infinite power.

He and Shen had already arrived at the gate of the Immortal Fortress. The two black iron gates were twenty meters high, but to get to the two gates, they had to pass through the moat first. But by this time the water in the moat had turned into some disgusting liquid that was screaming constantly.

Is that liquid?

Shen looked down, and the purple viscous liquid exuded a strange aroma, frying bubble by bubble. There are countless happy faces floating up and down in it. The young Twilight Eye forced himself to look away, and at that moment, he felt as cold as falling into an ice cave - the ancestral qi in his body was warning him wildly.

"Sir, how are we going to get there?"

"Without us - only I need to get in."

Kronos turned his head, he said to Shen seriously.

"What?! How can you be alone in danger?"

Facing Shen's shock, confusion, and anger that seemed to be humiliated. Kronos just took off his helmet, revealing his handsome face.

No one could deny his handsomeness and almost divine beauty, but Shen couldn't see the slightest contempt from that serious face. From Kronos' expression, he could only see seriousness.

Kronos said calmly: "It's beyond my expectations that you can get here - but don't get me wrong, I don't despise you, nor do I see you as a burden. On the contrary, you are here in this The role that the city can play at this time is far greater than that of me - I am just a warrior, only know how to kill. But you are different, young man."

"You have a long way to go, and you can do a lot for humanity. Your life shouldn't end here."

"We have no way of knowing what is hidden in that fort. The fact that Salix's minions can come here obviously has nothing to do with me - I am partly responsible for the deaths of these people. You You don't know him, you don't know how evil he is, and how dangerous his minions are."

"Go back, this is not the battle you should face. This is my battle, the Astartes' battle, and my calling."

"I am his angel of death... I will eradicate all enemies of mankind..." he whispered.

Later, Kronos threw the helmet in his hand to him, and said lightly: "If the mage returns, give him my helmet. I left something in it that he should know."

Shen Dui stood there in a daze, which was different from what he thought. Originally, he was ready to die in battle, although dying in a foreign land was somewhat contrary to tradition. But Shen couldn't ignore the tragedy here, he didn't see any survivors along the way, and more importantly, if this strange corruption spread here...

He didn't dare to imagine the consequences, and Shen was taught from a young age that those who are able work harder, he doesn't have to work, and he doesn't have to worry about money. He can kill time at will, polish his physique, read history, and even inherit the power of his ancestors to become the Eye of Twilight. With such preferential treatment, how could he not take responsibility?

But looking at the back of Astarte leaving, he just held the helmet tightly in his arms and couldn't say a word. Kronos' serious words and face made him unable to refuse, and it also made Shen question the way of balance again-compared to the lofty ideal that Kronos believed in, their balance was different. What is it?

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He Shenyan is fishing, with Kratos.

It has to be said that this bald fishing technique is as high as his proficiency in swinging an axe. If He Shenyan didn't use spell support, he really couldn't compare to Kratos. But the two of them weren't engaged in any fishing competitions, they were just simply passing the time.

"Have you seen your goddess recently?" He Shenyan asked casually.

The bald-headed man glanced at him sideways, turned his head indifferently, and didn't even answer a word.

"Why are you so indifferent, I thought we were all friends, oh, Kratos, you hurt my heart so much."

Kratos still didn't speak, he flicked the fishing rod slightly, and a big fat fish jumped out of the river. Kratos reached out and freed the fish from the hook, a blue light flashing in his hand. Then the fish was thrown back.

"You are quite loving."

After watching the whole process, He Shenyan nodded to him and said.

"Shut up." It seemed that it was finally unbearable, and Kratos's face twitched. He took a deep breath and said the longest sentence he'd said in a long time: "Can't you just be quiet for a while? It won't kill you if you don't talk, damn it, I just want to sit here and fish Can fish!"

"No one won't let you fish." The mage said with a smile and spread out his hands.

Kratos decided he wouldn't speak again no matter what the bastard said.

Not long after, the mage suddenly sighed.

"I really don't want to let people rest..." He said so and stood up. Said to Kratos: "You can fish in peace by yourself, my friend. I'm a hard worker by nature."

He said it like a joke, but the expression on his face has become extremely serious, and at the same time there is a deep killing intent. Kratos knew at a glance that he was going to kill someone—or something else. In short, it won't be a good thing.

He stopped trying to swing his fishing rod and asked, "Need help?"

He Shenyan glanced at him, as if his face had changed, his originally serious face became cheerful again: "So you still consider me a friend, bald head."

"...Go away." Kratos gritted his back molars and spat out these three words.