Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Falling in love with youkanshu.com, who is a serious person learning magic in Marvel?

Life is actually very boring most of the time, and to avoid this, people choose to develop hobbies.

Some people choose handicrafts, which is quite good. For example, the person who invented the bowl for the first time, 80% of the time, he just peed and played with the mud when he had nothing to do, and he had a pleasant surprise.

Others will choose to kill their own kind - just for fun, and in terms of passing the time, it's actually not bad. As a result, when the two groups of primitive people were fighting each other with sticks, a clever brain suddenly opened up. He combined the rope and the stick, and put the stone in the middle of the stick.

Then, he opened a door to hell.

The tools for killing people have developed to this day, and it can be said that Kedal likes to use an axe. There is no other reason, just because it is convenient. Some people like to use swords, and despise those who use other weapons, as if there is any difference between them - every time I think of this, Kedal wants to laugh.

Not all murder, what's the difference?

He'd also heard of the musket, a weapon said to have originated in Piltover, and had been transformed by Bilgewater's gang of damned pirates to be more violent. One shot can penetrate plate armor, and it is much more convenient than cold weapons. Kedal would love to give himself a hand if he could.

However, he did not expect that people today have turned 'killing' into such an easy thing.

Two minutes ago, Will Razer, who was lying in front of him, exploded—starting from his mutated right arm, the blue and purple blood vessels began to twist a little bit, twisting frantically under the skin. With the disgusting color spreading to his face, Will Razer began to twitch and scream.

Finally, he opened his throat and let out a long breath from the wide open mouth. The right hand began to swell, followed by his body. In the end, he just exploded in front of Kedar.

Looking at the messy forest in front of him, the thing that looked like intestines even hung on the tree. Kedal shook his head: "Fuck, these Picheng people..."

Murder is no more than a no-brainer, why should it be so bloody? and.......

He squatted down, stared at the ground that had turned lavender, and sighed: "Magic."

No doubt, it's magic.

Kedar was not an uninformed barbarian. After leaving Winter's Claw, he traveled the world in just a few years before finally choosing to settle in Ionia. He was well aware of how advanced Piltover's technology was, but no matter how advanced it was, it wasn't as advanced as it is now.

Accurately monitor what a person says from such a long distance, and kill him directly after he leaks the secret. The power of the explosion was great. If he had not been prepared and reacted quickly, he would have retreated to a distance of 100 meters, and I am afraid that he would have been smashed into a hedgehog by the broken bones that Will Ledger flew out.

He didn't want to bet on what would happen when the blood entered his body.

A chill gradually crept up his back and then up to the top of his head. Kedal just stood there in the woods, the cold wind blowing through his body late at night. He shivered slightly, not because of the cold weather, but because of some other reason.

Looks like I've gotten myself into trouble again.

The man sighed, turned around carrying the axe, and dragged Morse, who was still unconscious, away. His dog followed, terrified to death, but would not leave.

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Beginning two days ago, the journey of Ashes and the Fire Lady has been no longer peaceful.

The Freljord is not a place to travel.

It's terribly cold here, there's nothing to eat, animals and people are cunning and vicious, and they don't always look good to outsiders. However, for Ashes and Fire Lady, two otherworldly visitors from Rhodeland, the Freljord was actually not bad.

Just ignore the monsters that keep attacking them.

Yes, monsters.

Although they still maintain their human appearance, from their eyes, Ashes can't see the slightest sanity and spirituality. Most of them have blue-purple skin, and a few have turned completely purple.

The depth of the color also seems to have a great relationship with the degree of their mutation. The bodies of the purple monsters that Ashes saw have been completely distorted. The bones penetrated the skin and muscle tissue, forming sharp thorns on the back, which were obviously the product of bone deformation, but flashed an ominous purple light.

He didn't really feel anything about it - he could kill as many as he wanted. For him, killing was as natural as eating and drinking. But the fire girl didn't think so. What she was looking forward to was a two-person trip, but now it has turned into a monster attack that is staged in turn.

"Boom--!"

The golden thunder fell from the sky and was held in the hands of ashes, and those violent electric currents were changed in shape with his will. A golden thunder gun appeared in his hand, and then he took a throwing posture-the thunder gun that kept sizzling was thrown out by him with absolute violence.

Tear the air, tear everything in front of it, just pass by, and the surrounding ice and snow will easily melt into snow water. And what does the monster that it targets look like?

Ashes don't care.

The thunder gun accurately hit its body, but in an instant, pure destruction completely annihilated its body.

Back next to the metal warhorse again, Ashes carefully stretched out her hand to hug the fire girl down. Even with his temperament that he doesn't care about anything, he can feel her unhappiness somewhat at this time. But feeling is one thing, knowing why is another.

So, he worked hard to organize the language, searched for suitable vocabulary, and after holding it for a long time, he threw out a sentence: "...It's dead."

"..." The fire-proof girl looked at him and didn't speak for a while. He just lowered his head and looked at the snow on the ground, silent. Her ashes spread out on her forehead, and the color somehow reminded the ashes of another kind of ashes—the color of the residue left in the brazier after the bonfire burned out.

She didn't speak, but gently held Ash's hand, took off the iron gloves for him, and rubbed her hands together: "...I thought that Lord Ash would not have to do this kind of thing again."

"Such a thing?"

The fire girl raised her head, she opened her eyes, and there was an emotion in her blue pupils that made Ashes not know how to respond: "You are actually disgusted? Swinging swords and fighting endlessly like this."

She took Ash's hands and placed them on her soft cheeks. His hands were unfit for such a thing, dry, rough and calloused. But the fire girl didn't feel any discomfort. She just stared at the ashes silently.

He stared until he had to speak: "...My memory of the past is actually very vague, and there are not many things I can remember."

"However, I still remember. When I was an undead, I was actually very painful and scared. If I died once, I would forget some of the memories when I was still a human. And like me, the owner of nothing, the most precious It's just memory."

"So even if I accepted the knight's last wish, I was very scared - how can an undead like me accomplish his mission? However, a promise is a promise."

"During that trip, I died many times and met many new sights and friends. I forgot a lot of things, some of whom I can't even remember their names, and their faces are already blurred. .But I always remember my promise, so I fought all the way to the end and successfully met King Gwyn."

Ash was silent for a while, as if trying to recall: "...The feeling of spreading fire is actually not good. The glory of the church's propaganda is actually nothing but nothing. When you are really swallowed by the fire, you can feel it. There is nothing but endless pain and nothingness - the flames of the original furnace will burn your soul and body as firewood little by little."

"And memory is nourishment."

"I sometimes think, maybe, I have forgotten so many things because I have been burned too many times." Ash laughed at himself, and he had a rare emotion. "But the aversion to fighting has never been."

Looking at him, the fire girl asked softly, "Why?"

"Because that's the only thing I can remember."

"When I woke up from the ashes, I couldn't remember anything, not even my own name. But I do remember how to swing a sword, and... someone has to fight, so, Why not try it? It's not going to get any worse anyway."

The Fire Girl finally understood - Ashes' real thoughts.

Even when she came to the new world, she was always a little uneasy, because she was probably the first fire-proof girl who betrayed in history. You know, fire-resistant women are not allowed to have eyes, this is an absolute taboo. But when Ashes gave her the pair of fireproof female eyes, she did not refuse.

Then, saw the flame go out. Also understand why the church would ban this.

fear.

emptiness.

But when she confided this to Ashes, the latter just nodded: "Then, let it go out."

He said it lightly and casually, until today, the fire girl understands that it is not casual. It was the indifference after seeing everything - he probably already understood the truth of the fire, it was nothing more than sacrifices again and again, Ashes never thought of rejecting this matter before meeting her.

As if fate had kept him waiting to meet her.

So the two betrayers got together, betrayed their respective missions, and let the flames go out. They promised the mage, arbitrarily decided the fate of others, and brought them to the new world. That's a good thing, but the fire girl was never really reassured. In her opinion, Ashes is a person who doesn't understand rejection.

She wanted to betray, so Ashes betrayed with her. The mage begged him, so he agreed, and he never said anything to back down when he met so many monsters along the way. The Fire Girl knew that she was wrong—that the mage had been kind to all of them, even if she sacrificed her life, it was worth it.

But...she didn't want to see Ashes being deceived.

Just when she was lost in thought, not knowing how to speak. Ashes spoke slowly: "A promise is a promise."

He looked down at the fire girl: "don't worry about me."

He obviously didn't say anything, but he seemed to have said everything.

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Going back to Hogwarts was just a whim, and He Shenyan didn't forget how much work he had to do right now—it's no exaggeration to say that those things have kept him busy for hundreds of years.

It's like he's talking to the Emperor right now.

"How is your new employee doing? Are you working overtime without complaint?"

The Emperor still looked like a tired middle-aged man. Facing the mage who clearly dug a hole for him, he sighed: "I feel like you are cursing me around the corner..."

"How dare I?"

"Of course you dare, what dare you not?" The Emperor smiled and shook his head. "They've all done a good job, no, I should say - all of them have done a good job. It's rare to see some fresh changes in the empire, and although it's not clear whether it's good or bad at the moment, at least it's changed, and it's no longer a stagnant water. ."

He Shenyan nodded seemingly inadvertently and stretched out his right hand: "Uh, I think I need to talk to you..."

"what?"

He turned his right hand over, rolled up his sleeves, and had a tiny spider-like tattoo glittering on his wrist. At the first glimpse of this thing, the Emperor's expression became serious: "Do you know what this is?"

"Imprint, blessing... Hell, of course I know." He Shenyan scratched his hair in annoyance. "A good thing, it allows me to move freely in some worlds, I will have inexplicable good luck, and the world will be on my side. And it has an inexplicable attraction to some special women. The problem is that free is the most expensive. of."

He sighed: "Even for me, this thing can't be said to be useless - the one who gave me this thing is basically equivalent to giving me part of his power, very generous, very generous."

"Didn't he ask you for something in return?"

Speaking of this, the mage's face became very strange: "...Yes, and it doesn't really matter, but I don't really want to give it."

The emperor's knowledge is so rich, he only glanced at He Shenyan's expression, and with his previous words, he guessed things closely. He shook his head: "It's just an heir. He doesn't have the morality and ethics of our human beings. Wanting your child is just a representation of the transaction."

"If I guess right, this is just a simple gesture. He gave you a part of his power, and at the same time, he hopes you can leave a little of your power in his world... I guess his purpose should be your ability to travel across the world."

"Is this ability very rare? It's worth being so humbled by an existence like him? I was in his home court at the time..."

The Emperor shook his head again: "You really have no idea about your ability to cross boundaries."

"It's not just about traveling through the world," he said solemnly. "Sometimes, it means freedom."

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