Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Wangcheng Rodel.

This place is where the blessings of the Golden Tree are most abundant. The Yatan Plateau outside the city was even more breathtaking before the Elden Ring was broken. Whenever the breeze blows, the golden weeds will be blown away.

Blowing gently, it swayed together with the tall trees.

At that time, people can live for a long time without worrying about death or anything - they are the people blessed by the golden tree, and they are the ones who have been favored by God.

but......

The ring of magic was shattered, and a war ensued. The demigods began to fight each other, and the entire borderland was engulfed in flames of war, which even reached the bottom of the royal city.

A sigh sounded in a corner of the royal city. The alien who had fought with Angron before slowly stood up from his chair, stretched out his hand, and picked off a withered yellow leaf that fell from the sky. Around him, there were many

Put seats that are not equal in size.

He looked at the fallen leaves with sad eyes. After the blessings were gone, even the trees were no longer full of vitality, let alone people.

The Golden People are slowly rotting - they are still alive, because this is the blessing of the tree, but they are starting to rot from the inside... Even he, the Last King Menggote, cannot reverse it.

This king who is famous but not many people have seen him is not as tall and majestic as the legend says.

He is indeed very tall, but his appearance is like that of an evil ghost, with ferocious and twisted horns on his head, and his skin is as gray as gravel. He is tall, but skinny, and has a long tail that is vertical to the ground.

Because of that long tail, he couldn't even put on normal clothes and could only wear a large, tattered cloak. Fortunately, there were not many people in the royal city who were qualified to see him.

However, this appearance remains in the world under another name.

Bad omen.

They are cursed children, beings abandoned by the golden tree. They are so ugly when they are born, so they are considered to be cursed. Their parents will cut off their horns, and those who are more cruel will kill themselves directly.

Children, if they are kinder, will abandon them.

This is the case with Menggert. He and his brothers who have gradually disappeared are the sons of evil omen who were abandoned in the sewers of the royal city.

At this time, this ugly king with two faces was looking at the fallen leaves in his hand with a sad but gentle look. After a long time, he sighed, covered his chest and abdomen and slowly sat on the ground.

He has never liked that chair. It's too cold and too majestic - he doesn't like it. What's more, now he is also a little injured.

The battle outside Fengsha City was originally his phantom, but the disobedient who fought him had some ability to directly hurt his body. Menggert had never seen such a thing, and the golden tree gave him

Nothing like this is ever mentioned in the miraculous prayers.

Is it magic?

He doesn't know.

The last king, the last demigod who did not participate in the war for the Broken Ring, the ugly, unloved, and even unable to see people with his true face, Mengt... raised his head with his cloudy eyes.

I started and glanced at the huge golden crown above my head.

Then, just say nothing.

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In a certain broken church, a businessman in a red cloak was huddled in the corner leaning on his trembling donkey. He was also very scared, but he didn't show it, he just gritted his teeth.

He patted his donkey with his hand and comforted softly: "It's okay, it's okay, Laite. We will be okay. We will be okay..."

He said this, but he didn't really believe it. Previously, the terrifying and continuous vibrations made him think that the world was about to be destroyed.

Galle even began to look forward to this kind of thing. Anyway, he was a member of the wandering nation. If he was not blessed by the golden tree, he would even be cursed, expelled, exiled, and would never be able to return to his homeland. However, that earthquake-like horror scene

But I don’t know why it stopped again.

He didn't dare to leave, or even look outside. Not long ago, the big tree knight who had been lingering here had visited here, and seemed to be hesitating whether to go there. Although he did not go there in the end, he seemed to be in a good mood.

Very bad.

Galle did not intend to act rashly. He had to be very careful and consider any possibility that he might be harmed. To him, the Tree Knight was no different from a god and could be killed with just one light attack.

he.

Moreover, there will be no punishment.

Thinking of this, his eyes hidden under the brim of his hat dimmed slightly.

However, wanderers are best at comforting themselves, and Gallie soon began to let himself think about why the Knight of the Tree did not leave. His experience gave him the answer - mission.

The mission of the Knight of the Big Tree is to guard Nimgefu and prevent any returning dead from leaving the tomb, so he will not leave.

Everyone has a mission.

There are even the dead, who are raised from the dead in order to reshape the Circle of Eldon.

And what about him? What is his mission? Is it aimless wandering?

So, what a sad fate.

Gale smiled mockingly. About ten minutes had passed, and the shock never came again. He felt relieved, patted the donkey's back again, stood up, and planned to relight the fire in front of him to do his part.

dinner.

However, at this moment, he suddenly heard the roar of the big tree knight.

"Who are you?! Stop here!"

Are they the returning dead? How could they make that knight so angry?

Caleb raised his brows, walked around the ruins of the dilapidated church, hid in the grass and looked forward. However, this curious glance made him feel a chill in his bones.

A monster...is fighting the big tree knight.

No, no, that was not a battle, that was a one-sided massacre - the huge golden halberd of the Big Tree Knight was easily taken by the black-armored giant with one hand. With a casual pull, the Big Tree Knight fell to the ground on his back.

.

The black-armored giant took a step forward and crushed the war horse's neck with one kick. There was a cruel sound of broken flesh and blood, and blood spurted out.

The giant's scarlet eyes glowed breathtakingly under the dim sky. The tree knight roared and stood up from the ground with difficulty, trying to fight him, but was cut in half with a backhand axe.

This...what is this? Am I dreaming?

Galle looked away with rapid breathing, his whole body shivering. He felt extremely frightened - even in his dreams, he never thought that someone could kill a big tree knight so easily.

You know, the Big Tree Knights are almost synonymous with power. Before these people became the Big Tree Knights, they had extraordinary martial arts and extremely exquisite golden tree prayers. After becoming the Big Tree Knights and directly loyal to the Golden Tree, they were completely transformed.

.Not only has his body grown larger, but his strength has also increased to a higher level.

The most important thing is that the armor, shields and weapons... they are the claws and claws of the tiger. These things can increase their combat effectiveness several times.

During the Shattered War, there were even a dozen or so knights of the Big Tree who dug through the military formation... However, the black-armored giant was even more terrifying.

Galle couldn't understand that the strength of the tree knights could be traced, but that giant - no, he was not a human being.

He cowered in the grass in fear, unaware of the danger coming. A cold voice sounded behind him, using an unfamiliar language, but with unquestionable majesty and coldness.

"Stand up, civilians."

Angron looked at this human with strange eyes - the helmet showed that this was a pure human, uncorrupted, and without the so-called blessing of the damn tree in his body.

For this reason alone, Angron would not kill him. Even if he did not know the glory of the Emperor and the greatness of the Empire. After all, this is still a human being. His ignorance is not his fault.

Thinking of this, his expression softened a little. Brushing away the grass, Angron repeated it again. This time, his tone was a little gentler.

"Stand up, civilian. I am Angron...from the Holy Empire of Man. I will never harm you."