Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

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Seas of black and white collided against each other, wielding swords against each other beneath this majestic white wall, the last wall of this great Demacian capital.

If you look at it from the sky, the scene must be extremely spectacular - how can the beauty of death as the price not be beautiful?

Many of them didn't know anyone else and never met each other. But he can still kill the opponent with monstrous hatred. If possible, even wishing to chop the soul into powder together. Feud is nothing more than that.

The hatred between the two nations of Demacia and Noxus cannot be explained in a few simple sentences.

Only death.

Darius wasn't charging ahead, so there were people in the Legion who would volunteer to do this dangerous but glorious job. Not that he was willing to put his soldiers at risk, nor that he was unwilling to take the honor. It was simply because he knew that if he did his best, with just a few charges, the battle formation formed by these mortal soldiers would be pierced by him.

So it's funny to say. The Hand of Noxus can now only stay in the middle of the battle, instead of charging forward like he used to.

"I hope you can have someone enough to fight me..."

With this in mind, he walked on the battlefield. A child's play-like attitude will naturally arouse dissatisfaction among others... Unfortunately, most of them were not even able to persist enough to fight him, and were torn to shreds alive.

This is not right!

Saff's heart was full of horror, he was the commander of this Demacian battle formation. As a veteran, he has a lot of experience, from the Samir plateau to the frontier to fight those barbarians, Saf has never been absent. It wasn't the first time he had dealt with a Noxian, but it was also the first time he had seen such a fierce Noxian.

No, not just vicious.

Reincarnation is not enough to explain their changes. Although the Noxus Legion in the past was extremely fierce and not afraid of death, they would still have some human nature and human weaknesses. In his knowledge, no one would choose to move forward in the face of gunfire and arrows falling from the sky.

But he looked at the silent army in front of him, all wearing black armor and covering his face with a wolf-shaped helmet, and only felt a chill in his heart.

In the end what happened...? !

Saff's hands were already shaking. None of those Noxians have made a sound since the war began. It was as if they were all mute, no one ever made any sound whether their companions fell or they were injured.

They just move forward.

Arrows struck, and they slowly advanced with their shields up. Companions fell, they stepped over the corpse and moved on. In the face of spears, shields and artillery fire falling from the sky, they did not dodge at all. And that fighting style... he just couldn't understand it. It's as if they don't care about their own death or the death of their mates.

There is only one thing in their eyes - victory. Other than that, nothing else. That extreme longing, even when they don't speak, can be felt in their actions.

"What about those demon seekers?!"

Saff reached out and grabbed the herald's collar. With the strength of both hands, he was actually pulled up from the ground by an inch.

For the first time, this man, who cared about his own image very much at all times, scolded for the first time: "God of flying wings is above--if they don't bring that damn so-called secret weapon, then I can only wish their mothers underground and peace. Happy Noxians!"

The herald was wearing a light leather armor and swallowed at this moment. He said uneasily: "Sir, they said it would take some time, and wanted us to drag on for a while."

"Drag? What should I use to drag it?" Saff almost laughed angrily. The first four lines of defense were destroyed by the monster-like Noxian alone.

It lost a lot of soldiers. There were only three thousand soldiers in this last line of defense, so how could they face the damned Noxians?

Not to mention they didn't even let the Noxian play that day!

"Where's the Fearless Vanguard? Where's the Dragon Eagle Knight? And what about the damn Royal Heavy Armor Knights?!"

Saf put down the herald with trembling hands, he couldn't understand what the nobles were thinking. Born under Xiongdu, of course he had a clear understanding of the nobles, and he could hear rumors from time to time. But he had never taken it seriously before, after all, he didn't think nobles would stab in the back while the country was dying.

But now it seems....he was wrong, and it was horribly wrong.

With a wave of his hand, Saf asked the herald with a tired face to inform the group of rats in the gutter that he had begun to give up any hope for the outcome of this war. The fearless vanguard was far from the frontier, and all the Dragon Eagle Knights disappeared. The Royal Knights of Heavy Armor had not even been seen since three days ago.

how to spell?

He cursed angrily. Demacia was originally a country with a small land area. It was only by relying on the Forbidden Stone to stand on the mainland for so many years. Naturally, their troops were not many. There are very few elites, and now is the time when they are urgently needed, but none of them can come in handy!

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"Silas...is that your name?"

With a creak, the heavy iron door of the forbidden magic stone was pulled open, and a voice without any emotion said so. The man called Silas raised his head, and the light coming in from outside made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Haven't seen the light for too long.

With heavy shackles on his hands, disheveled hair, and a full beard, he was being tied to the wall by a Forbidden Stone chain in an absolutely uncomfortable position.

"What's your job... Lord Mage Seeker?" He laughed hoarsely and asked in a hoarse voice.

The mechanical sound slowly started, and the originally tight iron chain was slowly loosened. After more than two years, he touched the ground again. The last time they let him out, they still asked him to identify a mage. What about this time? This time... what is it?

No questions, Silas knew long ago that questions would invite punishment and pain. He now believed in the principle of silence, and Silas would rather lose his tongue if silence could make him less miserable.

"follow me."

The man standing outside the door said so. Silas followed him, the shackles on his feet dragging on the ground with a heavy, unpleasant sound. They came all the way from the bottom prison to the ground, the sun was just right, and Silas's eyes were piercing and stinging. He raised his head and glanced at the blue sky, stunned and actually wanted to shed tears.

Just as he was in a trance, he was hit with a whip on his back. The burning pain quickly brought him back to reality, and Silas groaned, enduring the pain. He heard the man say slowly, "Don't be distracted, sinner."

"Otherwise, you know."

Silas's face tightened for a split second, but he didn't say a word in the end. He just grinned humbly, then lowered his head and continued walking with the man.

The more he walked, the more strange he felt—they were in Xiongdu, why didn't they see a single commoner on the streets during the day? Also, the doors and windows were all closed. Even the arrogant patrolling guards in silver-white armor disappeared. Moreover, he could faintly hear the screams of killing in the sky from the direction of the city wall.

After thinking about it again and again, he still asked aloud: "Sir... what happened?"

The man in the black robe stepped forward and replied nonchalantly, "That's not your concern, sinner. Follow me—don't get left behind. Understand?"

"I don't understand, my lord..."

The man who was standing in front of him turned around, and his face was distinctive. A fine scar all over the entire upper face made him look like a monster, but the lower half of his face looked as bright as new.

He said deadly, "That's not your concern...Sinner, how many times do you want me to say this?"

What am I to blame?

Silas didn't ask this question out of his mouth. In his many years in prison, he already knew that these people don't care whether you are innocent or not - as long as you are a civilian mage, then you are guilty.

Why does he know this? Ha, he knows a lot more. They have been doing dirty work for them all these years, and it is not that they have not seen noble mages. The mages in those nobles are all living well, let alone being caught, even if they use magic, no magic seeker will come to the door. It's not at all in line with the original sin theory they preach.

Seeing that he didn't answer, the seeker turned around and continued walking: "...don't talk any more."

damn bastard.....

Silas stared deeply at his back, and bowed his head humbly again: "Yes, my lord."

It didn't take long for them to arrive at the Guardian Square. This magnificent square was built as early as Jarvan I. Today, countless Demacians have left their footprints here. Countless pieces of broken armor and weapons were hung on the eight huge stone pillars in the square, fluttering in the wind, which is the proof of the "guardian" of the predecessors.

In the center of the square, there is also a huge statue that is 100 meters high. It looks like a silent sentinel, staring at the distant mountains.

Cyrus looked up at it and smiled sarcastically: Sentinel, do you see the suffering of the people in the city below your feet?

There were also dozens of seekers in the square, as well as many prisoners like Silas. Silas frowned, what did they want to do?

Under the threat of whips and words, the prisoners quickly lined up. The demon hunters counted them like goods. The three hundred people arrived as promised. The man in black robes led a smile and raised his hand to hold the sword at his waist.

Celeston realized that today was really not a good day.

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Although the Dreadnoughts were willing to go back with him, Garen didn't bring everyone with him. One is that there are not so many Dragonhawk Knights, and the other is that the frontier does need some people - God knows if the Noxians will actually return?

You always have to have a backup plan.

Far in the sky, before the great capital of Demacia was near, Garen began to feel apprehensive. His eyesight has always been good, but looking down at this moment, what he saw, in addition to the magnificent buildings in Xiongdu, was the black tide outside the inner city walls. At first glance, they seemed to fill the entire earth, extremely terrifying.

In contrast, the White Tide belonging to Demacia is retreating steadily, and obviously, they are not the opponents of the Noxians.

"Damn.... a step too late."

Sitting on the dragon eagle, Galen's face was gloomy. The Dragon Eagle Knight riding with him wore a helmet and could not see his expression, but from his tone, he was obviously not very happy: "Commander Galen, what should we do?"

"Send the signal... let the team go at full speed, and make sure to get to the inner city walls quickly. After you drop us, you return quickly and take the other fearless pioneers. We will hold on until the moment you arrive." Galen quickly came up with several countermeasures.

The Dragon Eagle Knight nodded. He took out a special horn from his waist and blew it. So, above this high altitude, an extremely loud cry sounded, and the huge Dragon Eagle Knight team was already extremely fast, but after hearing the sound of the horn, it went a little faster. Within half an hour, they were almost there.

Garen watched the battlefield under his feet carefully, and he was analyzing how to reverse the defeat later. But the Dragon Eagle Knight trembled and asked, "Commander... What do you think that is?"

Following the direction he pointed, Galen looked up, the corners of his eyes twitched for a moment - a 100-meter-high white colossus was moving on the guardian square of the inner city at this time, just like the one in the legends. Generally huge, waving wings composed of gold and white, and the wind blows everywhere.

However, its words were confusing. Instead of roaring at the Noxians outside the city, it lowered its head and made a deafening, thunder-like roar at its own feet.

"You bunch of despicable and shameless bugs—!"

It roared and moved its legs, and the face composed of the stone statue actually had some anthropomorphic anger, very vivid: "How dare you do such a bad thing in front of me?!"

The roar even came clearly into Galen's ears, and his expression was rapidly changing from gloomy to very gloomy, as if he was frozen.

After a while, the Dragon Eagle Knight heard his gnashing teeth: "...Damn bastard, short-sighted, idiot!"

The Dragonhawk Knight swears to God, this is the first time he has seen such a curse from Garen Crownguard, who has always asked himself to be the embodiment of Demacian discipline. That's why he is called the power of Demacia.

In addition to deliberately creating a title that is opposed to the Hand of Noxus, there is another meaning. After all, he himself is the role model for all Demacian soldiers.

on the battlefield.

Darius raised his head and stared at the huge figure with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Ah, such a huge enemy..."

He muttered to himself: "I have to fight General Sean before he comes, or it's none of my business."

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