Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

"I'm starting to like him, Sheep."

The wolf gritted his teeth and snapped the neck of a soul trying to escape. It drank blood and said inarticulately.

The Lamb knew who it was talking about. That Noxian big man had made countless corpses over the months, and they had been able to extradite souls here. But the wolf's words have always been listened to. It does things according to its preferences. If there is no sheep spirit involved, no one will know what it is doing now.

"The living have nothing to do with us, wolf."

The wolf grunted: "Then, where's the mage?"

The sheep spirit plucked the pure white bowstring in its hand, and the weapon from the spiritual world made a sound that mortals couldn't hear, extraditioning several painful and ignorant souls to the realm of the dead. "He'll have to be a different matter, wolf," she said lightly.

"Does this count as a distinction?"

Saying these four words from its mouth made Yang Ling a little surprised. She turned her head and glanced at the wolf spirit, the white fluff on her body shone with pale white light: "...Go and do your thing."

The wolf bared his teeth and left, looking very dissatisfied. And Yangling is too lazy to care about it at all, which pot can't be opened and mentioned.

The post-war air is always full of blood and the smell of burned corpses. Most people can't stand the smell, and only a few who really see war as their life turn a blind eye to it.

One of them was Darius, who was sitting on a large rock while two soldiers cleaned him of blood. Once upon a time, he would do this kind of work himself, but let alone cleaning this armor, it would take five people to work for ten minutes just to put it on. During the weighing, Darius still found two soldiers.

He watched the other soldiers gather their bodies and collect their weapons. He said to Farong, who was standing by the side, "Are you sure that General Sean is coming?"

"Yes, he said that training troops in the Immortal Fortress is too boring." Farong did not wear a helmet, and his appearance could only be described as ugly. Not that he was born this way, but because of the formation of the day after tomorrow.

He grew up in a slum, and as soon as he got old, he joined the army in order to make a living. In the slums, he was slapped in the face many times by other people, and in the military it was no better. The face was now full of scars and potholes, but no one thought he was ugly.

At least in the military.

Noxians are proud of their scars.

Darius shook his head with a smile on his face: "It seems that the war will end soon."

Yes,

Now, that's a tacit fact in Noxus' heart. Any war, no matter who it is against, as long as Sean is involved, the war will soon end. Thane will appear before the enemy with his axe, and a whirlwind of death will blow the battlefield, and no one will survive his attack.

Surrender or die.

Darius said as if complaining: "I was looking forward to playing for a while - the soldiers are not adapting enough to the new tactics."

He didn't see the Demacians as equal opponents, inside and out. It is true that the Demacians are no longer qualified to compete with Noxus. Farong also smiled faintly. He knew that the day when Noxus realized his long-cherished wish was not far away.

But is it really so?

South of the Immortal Citadel, across rivers and mountains, into the desert where the Shurimans are dormant.

Aatrox took the long sword handed over by a blacksmith and scrutinized it carefully for a while. The sword in his hand was not much bigger than a small stick of wood. Aatrox simply shrunk in size and became as tall as a mortal. Now, he can take a good look at the sword.

After a few minutes, he nodded lightly, and the craftsman beside him immediately breathed a sigh of relief. But Aatrox's next sentence made him nervous again: "The balance is a little bit worse, and the center of gravity is a little bit forward. But it's not a big problem, you've made a good sword."

Gu Yan

He turned his head and, unlike humans, there was a slight smile on his alien but still handsome face: "Make it a little better, blacksmith. Your name will be remembered."

The blacksmith left with a flushed face holding his work.

Aatrox waved again, summoned a soldier, and asked, "What about Lord Nasus?"

The soldier bowed slightly: "I'm dealing with official business."

Aatrox touched his face unnaturally. Of course, he knew why every time he wanted to discuss matters with Nasus, he was dealing with official business - of course, it was because someone was unwilling to take care of official business, so he could only use it. Nasus has it all.

But he can't help it, he doesn't like to handle official business by nature. Even before, he hadn't dealt with these chores. Someone in his mortal army came out for this sort of thing.

Aatrox had no choice but to nod: "Okay, then don't disturb him. Also, do you have any news about the people we sent?"

The soldier replied, "The girl doesn't know anything about us. Do you need to bring her back now?"

"No." Aatrox waved, he said, "Keep watching, just keep her safe. Shurima isn't so down yet that it needs a ten-year-old girl to preside over the big picture... .in addition."

He said thoughtfully: "I also think that a thorn rose in difficult circumstances is far better than a flower in a greenhouse."

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"Long time no see, Kronos."

The mage's voice came from behind him, and Astarte turned around and looked at it two or three times before he was sure it was him. Then, he immediately came over and gave the mage a warm hug.

"...You weren't so enthusiastic before."

Kronos put him down, and said with a serious expression: "This is the tradition of our Legion, and we should make him feel our enthusiasm for a friend whom we have not seen for a long time. This is the teaching of the father of genes, and I cannot help it. obey."

He Shenyan rolled his eyes: "Don't come! Don't think I don't know what you're thinking."

A fleeting smile crossed Kronos' face, and he laughed: "I thought you would continue to disappear for a while."

"Then you're probably going to be disappointed, Kronos." He Shenyan spread his hands: "If I don't come back, my wolf will be able to tear down my tower."

"Also...I have good news for you."

"Oh?"

He Shenyan prepared in advance and planned to use influence to record Kronos' expression later. He held back a smile and said slowly: "Inside news, Robert Guilliman has recovered."

One second passed, two seconds passed. In this room, He Shenyan never got the expression he wanted, and the reason was very simple. Kronos' expression froze, and he was sluggish for a few minutes.

What happened after that can be described in four words.

Stubborn stone tears.