Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

A farmer watched in shock as the dilapidated but still grand manor collapsed. He was holding a hoe with a dull look on his face: "Gods above me! What...what's going on?"

His companions also looked at the earth-shaking scene, but they were not as shocked as he was. They just said indifferently: "What does it have to do with us? Just go on planting your land."

After saying that, he picked up the hoe and continued the hard work. Behind them, a strong man with flaxen hair saw this scene, let out a desperate scream, and rushed towards the manor. The first farmer

Looking at his back, I became even more puzzled: "Where did this weirdo come from? Isn't there only one daughter left in the Bordeaux family..."

His companion nudged him impatiently with his elbow: "Why do you always care about this? Can your child be fed tonight? If you continue to watch, your wife should let you go to the barn tonight.

Go to sleep!"

When he mentioned his wife, he immediately lowered his head and started working, but the corner of his eyes was still staring at the collapsed manor.

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"Ahem..." Geralt woke up with a cough. His already sore body was now even more miserable. He could clearly feel the blood on his face. Fortunately, his ribs were not injured, and the organs in his body were probably fine.

Big problem. The witcher's night vision allowed him to see things in the dark. Quietly among the collapsed ruins, he turned his neck with difficulty and found that there were two wooden boards above his head forming an angle, allowing him to

Survived.

But what about the girl?

Geralt coughed twice more, and his hoarse voice sounded in the ruins: "Is there anyone there?!"

No one answered.

Geralt licked his dry lips. He used his remaining strength to give himself a weak Quen, and then began to crawl forward with the help of dark vision. The sword was gone, and the hand crossbow was gone.

He didn't even know where it was thrown. Fortunately, the dragon-skin armor was not lost, although it no longer glowed with a flickering red light. He crawled hard among the ruins, and after dozens of meters, the front suddenly became clear.

Cheerfully, a small gap appeared, and a beam of light shot down through this gap.

He squeezed Alder with his ungloved right hand, and his telekinesis instantly blew away the ruins at the entrance of the cave. The fragments flew with sawdust, and a beam of sunlight shone on the demon hunter's face, causing him to squint his eyes involuntarily.

Geralt slowly crawled out, stood up with difficulty, and looked around in the sunshine. The once magnificent manor was now only a ruin, with broken trees and rubble, and the crows had disappeared.

He limped forward, and after taking only two steps, he knelt down and vomited out a mouthful of dark black, sticky blood, which was also filled with scalding heat, but corroded the wood and hissed.

A double image appeared in front of his eyes. The witcher clearly remembered that he entered the manor at noon, but it looked like it was early morning now. Obviously, there was a big problem with his perception in the manor, his perception of time.

It became even more blurry. The demon hunter pressed his chest and breathed hard, like a broken bellows.

"Cough——" He coughed hard again, followed by a burst of retching, as if he wanted to spit out all the things in his body. After that, he felt better. Geralt raised his head, he knew

, the only thing that can save him now is the white honey on the radish saddle bag. After drinking this potion, it can clear the effects of all the potions that have been drunk before - including the toxicity.

But with such a loud noise like the collapse of the manor, Carrot would have probably run far away. Geralt lay down. He wanted to make himself comfortable in the last days of his life, at least without any more pain. The sun hit his face.

, he closed his eyes and felt a sense of peace.

Until a voice called him softly: "Sir...sir... wake up!"

He struggled to open his eyes. He had never felt that this small movement was so laborious. Geralt saw the black-haired girl who pushed the door open and was gently pushing his head. The witcher said impatiently:

"Let me be quiet for a while... okay? Please, just for a moment..."

He closed his eyes again, as if he was about to die. But the next second he heard some noises. He got the strength from nowhere, pushed the girl away, and hit her with a wooden stick. The witcher looked up.

, a man with flaxen hair grinned and spat at him, hitting him squarely in the face. The guy chuckled twice: "It's you...it's because of you!"

Geralt was sure that he had never seen this man, but his hatred was genuine, as if he wanted to cut the witcher into pieces and eat his flesh and blood. He swung the wooden stick, but this time, the witcher had no strength anymore.

After dodging, he could only bear the heavy blow.

The man was very strong. The wooden stick was about to hit the demon hunter on the head with great force, but it did not have the intended effect. A thin yellow shield disappeared after a sound like breaking glass.

, the man's mouth was shattered due to the too strong reaction force, and the wooden stick fell to the ground. A few drops of blood from his hand fell on the demon hunter's leather armor.

Seeing this scene, the man became even more angry. He grabbed the weak white-haired demon hunter and punched him in the nose. The blood of the two mixed with each other and flowed down the river. The man didn't stop at all, he

Like a wild beast, he kept punching the witcher in the face, one punch, two punches, three punches. Each punch hit the target, and Geralt spit out a back molar, and a smile bloomed on his face.

Ugly smile.

"You... idiot."

The red light flourishes.

The exquisite patterns on the witcher's leather armor lit up again, illuminating his profile in and out. Geralt bared his teeth, and his weak body regained strength. He gave it a try

Pushing the man away, the force made him fall to the ground. Geralt did not hesitate, he rushed forward, the yellow cat's eyes were already stained with a bit of scarlet. The scarlet light of the leather armor was getting brighter and darker, like

It was his heartbeat and his growing bloodlust.

The demon hunter bit off the man's ear, and while he screamed, he grabbed the man's face with both hands, pressed his eyes with his thumbs, and pressed down hard.

He screamed and twisted wildly on the ground, waving his arms and kicking his thighs, trying to get the witcher to leave his body. But Geralt had almost lost his mind at this time. He just wanted more blood, who

All are OK.

"Blood--!"

The witcher roared this word. He looked more like a monster than a monster at this time. The man had punched him many times before, but now, it was Geralt's turn. But his fists were heavier than the man.

Much more.

The first punch broke the man's mouth and knocked out several of his teeth. The second punch landed on the bridge of his nose, and amid the gushing blood, Geralt had a cruel smile on his face that he didn't realize he had.

Use both hands to pull the man's chin with one hand, and hold his upper jaw with the other. Both hands suddenly exerted force.