Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Thane stood in the night.

There was no moon tonight, and there were even very few stars. Dark clouds covered the sky, and thick clouds rolled over their heads. There was a faint sound of thunder, and the air became slightly cool and moist. This made him know that it would soon be over.

It's going to rain heavily.

The wind is gradually becoming biter.

Thain lowered his head slightly and rubbed his fingers on the ax handle. They launched a surprise attack in the early morning when the people were at their most desperate. If everything went well, they would be able to hang all the kings and nobles of Duinmans in the city at dawn.

The door is closed.

"How's it going?"

He asked Darius, who was standing next to him. He was still wearing the armor and was holding a telescopic telescope in his hand. This technology came from Piltover and was originally designed for hunters to find prey.

. And the Noxians were the first to discover that this thing could be used in warfare.

The distance between them and the scouts is really far. Even with the modified vision, they are just fuzzy dots. They must use the help of technology.

"The warg scouts have arrived under the city wall of Duinmans. They have cavalry and military camps stationed outside...According to the plan, the scouts will launch a feint attack in five minutes."

Darius said briefly, and then put away the telescope. The delicate brass gadget made a clicking sound and was then compressed. He threw it to a soldier standing behind and carried it.

Got his own black cutter.

Behind the two of them was a large, dark crowd. No one spoke, and even the rhythms of their breathing were very similar. They were all wearing pitch-black armor, with only their pupils shining. The wolves waited patiently for five minutes.

Finally, several exploding fireworks lit up from across the plain.

"Charge," Thane said.

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Vladimir slowly walked out of the castle. His steps were very slow, even uncomfortably slow. For some reason, those crooked steps always reminded people of a puppet on strings. He did not choose to close the door to the castle.

, but let it open blankly.

The decayed air in the castle was brought out, mixed with the moist night wind, and blew into his nostrils that had long been unable to detect any smell, but it still made a smile appear on Vladimir's pale face.

"It's about time." He said to himself, two scarlet lights lit up in his pupils.

Blood rose from his feet and lifted him up. This torrent of blood that came from nowhere was like a huge wave, carrying him straight down the hillside, but no one knew about this horrific scene.

——The residents in Duinmans City are still sleeping at this time.

No one knew death was coming until the torrent of blood destroyed their home.

When the sticky and hot blood turned into biting blades and cut them all into pieces, the overwhelming screams finally caused a touch of fish belly white to rise at the edge of the still-dark sky, as if they couldn't even see the night.

It seemed like it was going down.

The huge waves got higher and higher, with blood and residual limbs floating in them, adding to it. It also made Vladimir stand higher, fifty meters, a hundred meters - until he looked down at all living beings, and his pale face finally glowed.

A sickly flush developed.

He took a deep, deep breath of air. His nose had lost the ability to detect smells, so he stuck out his tongue and panted like a dog. The sweet smell of blood reached the tip of his tongue.

It made his pupils shrink to a small point.

"strength!"

Vladimir roared excitedly, and a new wave of blood rose again, as if in response to his emotions. No one could survive wherever this huge wave of blood went, and it ruthlessly ran over

All civilians, even before their death, chanted the name of the false god, hoping that he would protect them.

——Vladimir did not remove his evil witchcraft. He watched everyone die, regardless of men and women, young or old, and even felt happy from the bottom of his heart. To him, these people were just sacrifices, different from stones.

Not much 'stuff'.

Would you feel uncomfortable with the destruction of stone or earth?

No, you won't.

Amid his laughter, the towering city wall of Duinmansi was swallowed up by the blood wave. The city wall was originally engraved with names, and each stone had the name of the person who built it. This is Duinmansi.

The will of the King of Skaiguo was not to forget the workers - however, it was ruthlessly destroyed.

The masonry was corroded, and the strangely high-temperature blood completely melted it into debris. It was like some kind of annotation.

Not far outside the city wall, there is the military camp of the Blood Knights.

A man with a straight mustache was stroking his bald head, with a sad look on his face. The Noxians would soon be approaching the city, but the master they served together was staying behind closed doors in the castle, wondering what he was thinking.

.

What's even worse is that just a few minutes ago, some Noxian scouts quietly approached them. If a slave in charge of standing guard hadn't discovered something was wrong, the blood knights who were indulging in the blood feast would not have been able to do anything at all.

You won't know that the enemy is about to attack.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but become more anxious. He slapped the table hard and stared at a young blood knight who was eating bloody liver: "How long has it been and you are still eating here?!"

The young blood knight was startled, but he still refused to give up the food in his mouth. He actually chewed it two or three times before swallowing it: "...I'm sorry, sir! I just bought this today.

I originally wanted to eat the blood food I got back tomorrow morning, but I was woken up at night and I was a little hungry."

Having said this, he laughed naively, and at the same time picked up a piece with his fork and handed it to his mustache: "Coming from a thirteen-year-old girl, do you want to try it?"

The mustache glanced at the fresh-looking liver, and his throat rolled twice. But considering that this was food for his subordinates, and for the sake of his little face, he still did not choose to take it, and just waved his hand.

"No, I'm not hungry. You can eat. After that, go out and see if those useless spies can get us any information."

"As you command, sir." The young man smiled naively again, his teeth covered with blood. He lowered his head and began to feast, occasionally taking a sip of the crimson liquid in the cup next to him.

He ate quickly and had finished most of his liver in a short while. The young man stood up and planned to go out to carry out the commander's order. Just when he walked to the camp door, his face suddenly twitched and he fell to the ground.

"Huh?! What's wrong with you?!"

The Eight-Character Hu was startled and hurriedly walked over - this was a descendant of a nobleman. If something went wrong, he might be in trouble. However, in the next second, he also fell to the ground clutching his heart.

The pain began to spread from his heart, and spread to the whole body bit by bit. His limbs, body, and even the ends of his eyeballs were hurting. His vision was blurred, and just when he was about to fall completely into darkness, he saw that the blood was flowing.

gurgling out from his own body.

It's strange, I wasn't injured, why would I bleed?

This was his last thought.

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I really don’t want to go to work. Even if I go to work, I don’t want to do catering. It’s terrible. It’s so fucking terrible.