Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

For Udyr, he has turned the use of the power of nature into something of his own.

The way telepaths practice is quite special, and generally speaking, they do not require much complicated meditation. This is completely different from other spellcasters, and the biggest difference between them and other spellcasting schools is probably the strength of the flesh.

These people are one of the few spellcasters who can have extremely high physical strength in the early stage, which requires a high level of talent, but the rewards are also extremely gratifying. Udyr's current appearance can prove it.

"How many people have you eaten!"

His angry roar evoked part of the consciousness of some ancient existence in the woodland, and the natural spirit watched him, feeling his anger at this time.

Afterwards, he also saw what he saw—the blood knights were entwined with countless resentful souls, their limbs were mutilated, their faces were dull, and heavy sadness and fear gathered on their faces, as if turning into a vortex.

So, the spirit of nature responded to his anger.

The trees began to shake their branches and rustled. At first, no one cared. The leader of the blood knights only thought it was the result of the whirlwind of the barbarian's fist. But he didn't expect that this was just the beginning.

"Array!" he shouted loudly, the scarlet light in his eyes became more and more intense, and it was very strange. "In one go, kill this damn old villager!"

The dozen or so remaining knights turned into blood, forming a huge torrent of blood behind him. The faces of each of them slowly emerged in it. A cold smile appeared on the leader's face, he tore off his helmet and threw it on the ground, and the horse under his crotch trampled it to pieces. It snorted, but it was not hot air, but blood.

It began to scrape the ground restlessly, its hind hooves stomping on the dirt. The blood flowed on the leader, forming a dozen or so human faces on his scarlet armor, with the same expressions, with a strange longing.

The leader raised the huge lance in his hand: "Barbarian! Prepare to die!"

Udyr narrowed his eyes, and he stood there, taking a few deep breaths. His strong muscles twitched slightly with his breathing, and the wind in the forest blew his face, bringing the news they had learned. He nodded thoughtfully, released his fist, and an illusory flame ignited out of thin air in his rough palm.

The leader charged forward - he was originally standing on a hillside not far away, and he had a geographical advantage. After the dozen or so knights turned into human faces and put them on his armor, it was even more powerful. The charge is almost as fast as lightning. Udyr could see clearly that this speed was at the cost of his horse's life.

He raised his hands, neither dodging nor dodging, he just stood there with his chest out. A grim smile appeared on the knight leader's face. This stupid villager, really think his body can be stronger than my lance?

"Death!" The scarlet light lit up on him, and dozens of human faces began to scream together, and the leader's wild laughter synthesized an unbearable and unpleasant sound.

And Udyr remained standing.

"boom--!"

A loud bang sounded, and countless birds were startled in the forest, and a huge air flow spread out from Udyr's raised hands and the blocked lance as the center. Countless green leaves fell, and a smile suddenly appeared on Udyr's rough face.

He let go of his hands and the lance fell to the ground. The leader of the knights stared at him blankly. He wanted to draw the sword from his waist, but he couldn't. His hands were completely shattered in that one blow—not just bones, but flesh, nerves, all of them.

The illusory flames flickered from Udyr's hand, and his voice sounded in the ears of the knight leader: "You shouldn't fight me head-on, maybe you still have a chance of winning. Steel can't be compared with the flesh."

"What nonsense are you talking about?!" The knight leader shouted sternly while urging the warhorse with blood gushing from his crotch, nose and mouth to retreat. "You crazy savage, it's just your luck! And steel can't be compared to the flesh? My lance is—?! What?!"

Udyr looked at him pityingly,

He bent down and picked up the lance from the ground. This thing is not mortal iron, otherwise the knight leader would not have the unfinished "My lance", but this extremely hard ore creation was rubbed by fingers in Udyr's hand little by little. A useless ball of iron.

"My body has been tempered by nature. I have survived the cold, I have endured the heat. I have walked on the bottom of the sea, and I have stopped on the mountaintops where the air is thin. All this, plus my will.... ..why do you think your weapons can outperform these?"

He explained slowly, as if in no hurry to kill the knight leader. He even allowed him to quietly mobilize the human face on his body to gather in the place where his hands should have been.

"You are too weak to pursue a senseless and false belief. Your will is not even as strong as a child's. You use violence to kill and devour your fellow man, but never really understand that the source of our strength comes from where......"

The illusory flame lit up again, igniting the iron ball in Udyr's hand and illuminating his face. It made his eyes more profound: "...you are about to see the true power of human beings."

The leader didn't have the heart to listen to him continue. In his opinion, this barbarian was a fool. After gaining an advantage, he does not pursue the victory, and he is still talking nonsense there. Now is a good time. He will definitely kill this old villager!

He roared loudly with a grin, and the power of blood boiled in his body, pushing his roar to a very high volume, which mortals would never be able to withstand. The trees even began to shatter a little at this roar, and at the same time, the warhorse had already rushed to the barbarian with him.

He drew the sword from his waist, and with the force of the impact, the blade slashed towards the barbarian's neck. The leader can almost think of that smooth touch, and he likes it very much. Pleasure gathered in his heart, and the dark joy made his soul fall deeper. And what he heard was not the sound of the blade entering the flesh.

Only a sigh.

A sigh full of regret.

"Maybe I shouldn't expect...things like you to learn something."

He looked at the savage's pitying eyes, and a burst of rage suddenly surged in his heart - why? ! What are you? ! Dare to look at me like this? !

I am a blood noble! A blood knight! Things like you are but lambs, food in our country! Food dares to pity me? !

He roared unacceptably, but was shocked to find that his voice was unbelievably weak at this time - wait, it seems that it is not only this...

The knight leader raised his hand tremblingly and touched his cheek: "This is... what is this?"

"Death," Udyr told him quietly. "This is death."

He raised his fist again, but the illusory flame became solid this time, almost making the knight leader tremble: "Now, go and repent with the people you once killed one by one!"

Iron fist swung down.

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The squire looked at his restless master with a mocking smile. But what he said became: "My lord, the blood knights may just be delayed, you don't need to worry too much."

"You idiot!"

It's okay if he doesn't speak, but as soon as he speaks, his master finds some way of venting. The man in gorgeous clothes started shouting and dancing, causing the horses on the side to back up a few steps: "The lambs are about to be killed by that Noxian, you don't want me to worry?! Why don't I? Worry?!"

"Could it be that you will feel at ease until he rushes to us and kills us both?"

The man's voice began to tremble, and he raised his right hand tremblingly and pointed to Darius, who was slaughtering not far away: "...Look, look at him!"

He even stuttered when he spoke: "30,000 lambs, that's 30,000! Even if I had to suck them one by one with the blood secret technique, I would have to suck them for a long time, and it took him a while to kill them all! calm?!"

Then just keep yelling around here like a bitch and see if he'll let you go because of your screaming, idiot.

"The Female President's Almighty King"

The attendant murmured, but instead put on a careful mask and said to him, "So, shall we run, my lord?"

The man bit his lip, dripping with blood, staring blankly ahead, as if considering this possibility. After a while, he said something in a small voice.

"What, my lord?"

The attendant repeated the question patiently on the surface, but in fact, he still began to scold this embroidered pillow in his heart - damn, it's useless at all, so it makes you scared into an idiot?

The man repeated it again, this time, his voice was a little louder, and the attendant could hear it clearly. But he would rather he never heard it.

The words were: "Here he is."

Attendant Tong Kong shrank, almost the size of a pinhead. Blood poured out from his body, dyeing his white cloth bright red in an instant, and then bulging high, forming a strength similar to steel. At the same time, a cracking sound came from behind him.

The squire tried to turn his head, to see the attacker, his neck muscles twisting with his will - and then, after a third of a second, he was dead.

The head flew high, and an axe fell on the grass. The man on the side screamed loudly without any image, fell to the ground and kept retreating. Wet crotch already.

A blood-stained steel hand grabbed the axe and carried it up.

"Trash." Darius said coldly. "You're not even better than him."

"Ah—!" The man's voice was high-pitched and full of vitality, and he kept screaming incessantly, non-stop. "Ah! Ah! Ah! Please! Don't kill me!"

Darius sneered and approached him slowly, the iron boots fell on the grass, bending the crests of the grass. It also smeared the minced flesh and blood of his boots on it.

"Blood nobles?"

He looked at this weak reptile with disgust, looked at his pained expression, and then thought about the fact that he let so many people die for him, the disgust turned into a deeper hatred: "There is no name for a noble, But there's no real nobility. You're just a maggot."

"You're right, you're right! Don't kill me, don't kill me, my lord, I'm very useful! I'm Mariles' son, and I can bring you a lot!"

The man screamed and knelt down, fell to the ground, pressed his head down deeply, not even breathing: "I am the son of Maris, please don't hurt me, I am the son of Maris. …”

Darius just stared at him coldly—if it was in the past, he might have suppressed his disgust for the nobles, pinched his nose, admitted him to be held hostage, and entered the country, using the power of words to let him go. The commoners knew what Noxus was, but now, he wasn't in that mood.

The rules of the legion and the teachings of Sion were all left behind by him at this time. The faces of the ten thousand soldiers kept turning before his eyes.

One after another, it was different, but it made him grit his teeth.

"Whose son you are has nothing to do with me at all. Your status is only due to the dignity of your bloodline, isn't it? So many people die for you with one order, but are you worthy? Incompetent."

The man stopped talking, as if he had foreseen the coming of death, or perhaps he could hear his anger at the moment from the lower and lower voice of Darius - in short, he was just lying on the ground, trembling all over, but Stop talking.

Darius dropped the axe from his shoulders and let it slide down his palm naturally. The weight ball on the handle of the axe stopped it from letting go of gravity. He held the handle of the axe with one hand and lifted the Black Cleaver up, then held the front end with his left hand.

"Suffer to death, coward."

The axe swung down.

"clang--!"

The man raised his head, his face no longer had the weakness and fear, only the purest madness born for life. His eyes were scarlet, and the blood pooled in a shield above his head, blocking the Black Cleaver's blade.

Immediately afterwards, he jumped up from the ground. He killed the warhorse with a punch at an unimaginable speed. Still not satisfied, he even used his other hand to tear the warhorse into two pieces alive. Poor this loyal beast, he didn't even know that his master killed him until he died, and there were still doubts in his eyes.

The blood gurgled out, dyeing the man's face red for a moment. He showed a bright smile: "You can't kill me! Idiot! Wait to die! The blood knights will be here soon!"

Darius just watched him calmly, no more hatred, no more anger. Total peace, this peace somehow stabbed the man so deeply that his face turned angry. He seemed to want to say something, but he showed a pale smile and comforted himself: "Could it be that you think you have any other way?"

The man raised his hands: "There is absolutely no way you can hurt me under the blood!"

"Really?" Darius smiled casually. "We'll see."