Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

For Udyr, he has turned the use of the power of nature into some kind of instinct.

The cultivation method of psychic telepaths is quite special. Generally speaking, they do not need to carry out complicated meditation. This is completely different from other spell casters, and the biggest difference between them and other spell casting schools is probably the strength of the physical body.

These people are among the few casters who can possess extremely high physical strength in the early stage. They require 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 aroused part of the consciousness of some ancient existence in the forest. The natural spirit looked at him and felt his anger at this time.

Then, he saw the same scene he saw - those blood knights were entangled with countless resentful souls, their limbs were mutilated, their faces were dull, and their faces were filled with deep sadness and fear, as if they were turning into whirlpools.

Then, the spirit of nature responded to his anger.

The trees began to sway their branches and leaves and rustle. At first, no one cared. The leader of the Blood Knights only thought that it was the result of the whirlwind created by the barbarian's fist. But he did not expect that this was just the beginning.

"Array up!" He shouted loudly, the scarlet light in his eyes getting stronger and stronger, and it was extremely eerie. "Kill this damn country bumpkin in one go!"

The only dozen remaining knights turned into blood, forming a huge flow of blood behind him. Each of their faces slowly emerged in it. A cold smile appeared on the leader's face, and he pulled off his helmet and threw it away.

On the ground, the horse trampled it to pieces. It snorted, but what came out was not hot air, but blood.

It began to pave the ground restlessly, its hind hooves constantly trampling the soil. Blood flowed onto the leader's body, forming a dozen human faces on his scarlet armor, all with the same expression, carrying a strange desire.

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

Udyr narrowed his eyes. He stood there and took several deep breaths. His strong muscles swayed slightly with his breathing. The wind in the mountain forest blew his face, sending them the news. If he

He nodded thoughtfully, unclenched his fist, and an illusory flame ignited out of thin air in his rough palm.

The leader charged - he was originally standing on a hillside not far away, and he already had geographical advantages. After the dozen knights turned into human faces and added them to his armor, they became even more powerful. He charged.

The speed was almost as fast as lightning. But Udyr could clearly see that this speed came at the cost of his horse's life.

He raised his hands, neither dodging nor dodging, and just stood there with his chest raised. A sinister smile appeared on the face of the knight leader. This stupid country bumpkin really thinks that his body can be stronger than my lance?

"Death!" Scarlet light lit up on him, and more than a dozen faces began to scream together, accompanied by the leader's wild laughter, which combined into some unbearable and unpleasant sound.

But Udyr still stood where he was.

"boom--!"

A loud noise sounded, startling countless birds in the forest, and huge air currents spread out from Udyr's raised hands and blocked lance. Countless green leaves fell down, and Udyr's rough face

A smile suddenly appeared on his face.

He let go of his hands and the lance fell to the ground. The knight leader stared at him blankly. He wanted to pull out the sword from his waist, but he could no longer do it. His hands were completely shattered in that impact.

It's not just the bones, but also the flesh, blood, and nerves, they're all shattered.

The illusory flame flashed from Udyr's hand, and his voice rang in the ears of the knight leader: "You shouldn't confront me head-on, then maybe you still have a chance of winning. Steel cannot be compared with the flesh."

"What stupid things are you talking about?!" the knight leader shouted sternly while urging the horse with blood pouring out from its crotch and nose to retreat. "You crazy barbarian, you are just lucky! Why?

Steel cannot be compared with flesh? My lance is—?! What?!"

Udyr looked at him with pity, bent down and picked up the lance from the ground. This thing was not ordinary iron, otherwise the knight leader would not have said "my lance" unfinished, but it was this incomparable

The hard mineral creation was gradually kneaded into a useless iron ball in Udyr's hands.

"My body has been tempered by nature. I have survived in the severe cold and endured in the scorching heat. I have walked on the bottom of the sea and stopped on the mountain tops where the air is thin. All of this, coupled with my will...

..What makes you think your weapons can defeat these?"

He explained slowly, seemingly in no rush to kill the knight leader. He even allowed him to quietly mobilize the human face on his body and gather it where his hands should have been.

"You are too weak, pursuing a meaningless, false belief. Your will is not even as strong as a child. You use violence to kill and devour your compatriots, but you have never truly understood 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, making his eyes even more profound: "...You are about to see the true nature of human beings.

strength."

The leader was not in the mood to listen to what he continued to say. In his opinion, this barbarian was a fool. After gaining the advantage, he did not pursue the victory and continued to talk nonsense. Now was the perfect time and he would kill him.

This country bumpkin!

He roared with a ferocious smile, and the power of blood boiled in his body, pushing his roar to an extremely high pitch. Mortals would never be able to withstand this violent sound. The trees even began to break little by little in this roar.

, at the same time, the war horse rushed to the barbarian with him.

He pulled out the sword from his waist, and with the help of the impact, the blade slashed towards the barbarian's neck. The leader could almost think of the lubricating touch, and he loved this feeling very much. The pleasure gathered in his heart,

The dark happiness made his soul fall deeper. But what he heard was not the sound of the blade entering the body.

There was only a sigh.

A sigh full of regret.

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

He looked at the pity in the barbarian's eyes, and a burst of rage suddenly surged in his heart - Why?! Who are you?! How dare you look at me like this?!

I am a blood noble! A blood knight! In our country, things like you are just lambs and food! How dare food show mercy to me?!

He couldn't accept it and yelled, but he was shocked to find that his voice was incredibly weak at this time - wait, it seems to be more than that...

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

"Death," Udyr told him calmly. "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 confess to the people you have killed one by one!"

The iron fist was waved down.

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The squire looked at his restless master and wanted to smile mockingly. But what he said instead became: "My lord, the blood knights may have just been delayed. You don't need to worry too much."

"You idiot!"

It was good that he didn't speak. When he spoke, his master found some way to vent his anger. The man in gorgeous clothes began to shout and dance, causing the horses beside him to take a few steps back: "The lambs are so fast.

I was killed by that Noxian, and you don’t want me to worry?! Why don’t I worry?!”

"Is it possible that you have to wait until he rushes in front of us and kills us both before you feel at ease?"

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

He even stuttered when he spoke: "Thirty thousand lambs, that's thirty thousand! Even if I use the blood secret method to suck them one by one, it would take a long time, and it only took him a while to kill them all!"

calm?!"

Then just keep yelling like a bitch here and see if he will let you go because of your screams, idiot.

The attendant cursed, then put on a cautious mask and said to him: "Then, are we going to run away, sir?"

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

"What, my lord?"

The attendant asked again patiently on the surface, but in fact he still started to curse the embroidered pillow in his heart - damn, it's useless at all, does this scare you into an idiot?

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

That sentence is: "He's coming."

The attendant's pupils shrank sharply, almost shrinking to the size of a needle tip. Blood gushes from his body surface, dyeing his white cloth bright red in an instant, and then bulges high, forming an almost steel-like intensity. At the same time,

At the same time, a sound of breaking through the air came from behind him.

The attendant wanted to turn his head to see the attacker clearly, and his neck muscles twisted according to his will - and then, a third of a second later, he died.

The head flew high, and an ax fell on the grass. The man beside him screamed loudly and fell to the ground and kept retreating. He had wet his crotch.

A bloody steel hand grasped the giant ax and lifted it up.

"Trash." Darius said coldly. "You are not even as good as him."

"Ah——!" The man's voice was high-pitched and full of vitality. He continued to scream without stopping. "Ah! Ah! Ah! Please! Don't kill me!"

Darius sneered and slowly approached him. His iron boots fell on the grass, bending the backbones of the grass. The flesh and blood from his boots were also smeared on them bit by bit.

"Blood noble?"

He looked at this weak reptile with disgust, looked at his painful and weeping appearance, and then thought about the fact that he had let so many people die for him, his disgust turned into a deeper hatred: "For nothing, he has the name of nobility.

But you have no real nobility. You are just a maggot."

"You're right, you're right! Don't kill me, don't kill me, sir, I'm very useful! I'm Marils' son, I can bring you a lot of things!"

The man screamed and knelt down, threw himself to the ground, pressed his head deeply, and did not even dare to breathe: "I am Marils' son, you must not hurt me, I am Marils' son."

....."

Darius just stared at him coldly - if it had been in the past, he might have suppressed his disgust for the nobles, pinched his nose and held him hostage, thus entering the country and using the power of words to make him a hostage.

Commoners understand what Noxus is, but now, he is not in that mood.

The rules of the legion and Thain's teachings were all forgotten by him at this time. The faces of the ten thousand soldiers kept turning in front of his eyes.

One after another, they were all different, but they made him grit his teeth.

"Whose son you are has nothing to do with me at all. Your status is only because of the dignity of your bloodline, right? So many people die for you with just one order, but are you worthy? You are an incompetent person."

The man stopped talking, as if he had foreseen the coming of death, or perhaps he could hear his anger at the moment from Darius's increasingly deeper voice - in short, he just lay on the ground, shaking all over, but

No more talking.

Darius put down the giant ax from his shoulder and let it slide naturally from his palm. The weighted ball on the ax handle stopped it from being released along with gravity. He just held the ax handle with one hand and lifted the black cutter.

Stand up and hold the front end with your left hand.

"Suffer death, coward."

The giant ax swings down.

"clang--!"

The man raised his head suddenly, and there was no longer the weakness and fear on his face, only the purest madness born for life. His eyes were scarlet, and the blood gathered on his head to form a shield, blocking the black

The cutter's ax blade.

Immediately afterwards, he jumped up from the ground and killed the war horse with his fist at an unimaginable speed. As if he was still not satisfied, he even used his other hand to tear the war horse into two pieces alive. Poor this guy

A good and loyal beast, he didn't know until his death that his master had killed him, and there was still doubt in his eyes.

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

Darius just stared at him calmly, no longer resentful, no longer angry. Completely calm, but this calm somehow deeply hurt the man and made his face become angry. He seemed to want to

He said something, but then he showed a pale smile and comforted himself: "Do you think there is anything else you can do?"

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

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