Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

The mage was originally prepared to be scolded by Gwendolin, but beyond his expectation, even though he asked this question that in her opinion should be extremely offensive, Gwendelin still remained calm.

She even seemed a little unconcerned: "You asked a good question, but I can't give an answer."

She stretched out her hands and placed them on the ancient stone railings. It was as if the blood vessels underneath could be seen through the skin of her slender hands: "The flame can continue to this day, except for my father Gwen who stepped into the original furnace and used himself as his own.

In addition to the firewood, there are thousands of heroes following. What is condensed in the flame is not only the hope that this world can continue to exist..."

"There is also proof of their existence. Those ancient heroes, the legends of the past... Wouldn't it be a pity if the flames were extinguished? What's more, would the deep sea era mentioned by the cannibals be better than it is now?

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"But what's the cost?"

Gwendelin's hands suddenly clenched the railing, and veins popped out: "Yes, this is the problem. The price of continuing the flame is too high, and the time it needs firewood is starting to become shorter and shorter. Moreover,

Nowadays, there are few powerful beings who are qualified to serve as firewood. If this continues, I will follow the example of my late father and follow him into the original furnace."

It's really a hopeless world.

He Shenyan thought this way. After touching Bordo's memory, he learned the truth about the spread of fire and the continuation of the world. The history of this world is too heavy. Countless people sacrificed their lives one after another.

Memory, and even the soul. Not to mention the question of whether it is worth it, he, an outsider, is not qualified to comment on this.

Just talking about their determination and actions for this, the Master believes that this alone can only be admired.

The mage leaned casually on the railing. He was much shorter than Gwendelin, so half of his body was resting on the railing. Looking at the scenery below, the cold air blew across his skin, the mage said: "Have you considered other options?"

Is there any way?"

Gwendelin smiled bitterly, with a slight dimple appearing at the corner of her mouth: "We live on fire, what can we do? Is it possible that we should imitate the man-eating monster, devour each other, hide in the darkness and wait for what may be forever?

Will the deep sea age never come?"

He Shenyan smiled casually without comment. He did have some other thoughts in his mind, but now was not the time to bring them up. There were still some doubts about the truth about flames and fire transmission, not to mention, where did the undead come from? These questions made his

Curiosity arose, scratching at my heart.

But the mage did not ask Gwendolin, he knew very well that it was impossible for such a monarch of the last generation of gods to tell an outsider the secrets about his family's rule. If he wanted to know these, he could only start from other places.

"Then, I will leave first." The mage said to Gwendelin.

"Really? You also think this is a responsibility..." Gwendelin didn't say much. She smiled with relief, light condensed in her hands, and her face suddenly became serious.

"However, as the Shadow Sun, I cannot give you a reward for a hero like you."

The light in her hand gradually condensed into a short staff, which was completely white. There were two intertwined snakes at the top, one white and one black, with golden light shining in the snake's eyes.

Gwendelin handed over the short staff: "Although I cover my face with something, I can still see that you fight with wisdom and knowledge. This short staff can help you."

He Shenyan's expression was a little weird, wisdom and knowledge? No, no, no... He basically relied on strength to crush him all the way.

But what I have to say is correct.

He didn't refuse her kindness any more. Any further refusal would be a slap in Gwendelin's face. He reached out to take it and bowed gracefully: "Thank you, madam. I will make good use of it."

After he straightened up, it was as if the serious look he had just now had never appeared before. He returned to the look that didn't care about anything, and waved goodbye to Gwendelin.

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Chuanhuo Sacrifice Site.

The mage played with a short staff in his hand and slowly walked in. What surprised him was that not long after he came here last time, the brazier had already been lit. A spiral sword entwined with the power of flames was inserted into the brazier.

There was obviously nothing that could be used as a burning material, but the flame ignited just like that.

The fireproof woman's voice came from the side: "It's you, Lord Traveler."

He turned around and saw that the fire prevention woman was sitting next to the brazier, not caring about the thick dust on the ground. She looked very comfortable. On the other side of the spiral stairs, there was a dejected man sitting, who was quite unimpressed by the arrival of the mage.

meaning.

When he first arrived, the dark passage that the fireproof girl walked out of was now lit by candles, and the sound of iron was heard from inside.

"Oh, hello, fire girl. Is it okay to call you that?"

The fireproof girl covered her mouth and snickered: "I am not someone who insists on etiquette, Mr. Traveler. But you, why did you turn back again?"

"As I said," the mage shrugged: "I just like to wander around, don't worry about me. Wait..."

His eyes moved to the other end of the stairs, where in a rather inconspicuous corner, there sat a woman dressed in black. Even though she had changed her attire, the mage still remembered her face.

"The dancer from Lenglie Valley?"

Awakened by this title, the dancer raised her head and smiled: "...Ah, it's you."

"Why are you here?"

"I met a Wuhuo Yihui. Although he... was a bit strange, he was indeed a good person. He asked me to come here."

"Oh? Do you mind telling me what kind of person he is?"

The fireproof girl stood up, and she suddenly interjected: "Master Traveler, don't blame me for being talkative. But, can I know why you want to ask about this?"

"It's just out of curiosity as a scholar. You should be able to tell by looking at my attire, right?"

"I am a blind man, Lord Traveler."

The mage chuckled lightly: "You seem very nervous about that Ashes. Don't worry, I have no ill intentions towards him."

The fireproof girl looked at him, wondering what she was thinking. After a while, she sat back silently.

The mage strolled up to the dancer. She held a crystal ball in her arms, which contained Bordo's soul. It was filled with frost and small flying snow, and his soul was flying up and down in it.

Noticing the mage's gaze, the dancer smiled, still sad, but at least not as sad as before: "This is the most common weather in Lenglie Valley. I think he will like it."

"What do you want to know?" she asked proactively.