Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"Ha, let me, an unworthy teacher, demonstrate how to use the spell for my disciples."

A flame ignited in the old conjurer's right hand, but it did not burn his hand. On the contrary, he looked at the flame with nostalgia and said: "Hey, when was the last time I used you? It's really outrageous.

"

After he finished speaking, the small flame in his hand suddenly burst out. Amidst the scattered flames, Cormacus came out. He stumbled down the tree trunk that stood up from the ashes. Finally, he fell embarrassedly on the floor.

On the dirt ground, the image that had just been erected suddenly collapsed.

But he seemed to be okay, patted his butt and stood up.

"Then, let's make a formal introduction." His face became serious.

"Listen up, my disciple. I am Komikos from the Great Marsh, and I am a conjurer. The essence of so-called conjuration is the longing for flames. Don't forget this under any circumstances."

His serious look didn't last long, and he quickly changed back to his smiling look: "But then again, I didn't say these words. It was the legendary King of Spells, Li Raman

In a word. His own nickname is Big Fire Ball."

Ashes didn't talk to him for too long. The old conjurer was a very reliable companion. Although he himself was not very popular, at least he killed most of the enemies on the way forward with Ashes.

.

Many times, before Ember's blade hit the target, the flames ignited by the spell fire in his hand engulfed the enemy.

Sitting in front of a bonfire, Cormacus' face was illuminated by the flames and said, "Speaking of which, my disciple, where are you going?"

"Hunting the salary king."

The simple four words made Komikos swallow back what he wanted to say, and he was suddenly silent for a while: "...It turns out that even in this era, some people will choose to spread fire. However,

My disciple, you are the only one among Yu Hui that I have ever seen who chooses to spread fire."

"Everyone has his own ambition." Hui Jin said calmly. He was sharpening the long sword in his hand with a whetstone. If he went out and did not consider returning to the fire sacrificial site, such weapon maintenance was necessary.

As a soldier, treating weapons poorly is equivalent to neglecting one's own life - it is no different from committing suicide, and may even be more miserable.

"You are right, but I don't have any ambitions. I am very lucky to find a disciple."

Hui Jin took out a bone fragment from the bag on his waist and handed it to him, saying, "Use this bone fragment to return to the fire-passing sacrificial site."

"Oh, don't worry about me. Even though you look at me like this, I'm actually pretty strong - I'm an immortal after all, hahahaha..." He told another lame joke.

Ashes seemed to chuckle lightly. Cormacus took the bone fragment and said: "Then, I wish you are accompanied by flames on your journey - I almost forgot to pass on the flame of the spell to you... I am really a bad person

teacher."

The old conjurer's right hand ignited the flame again, separated a small cluster from it, and carefully handed it over to the ashes.

"How is it? It's amazing, isn't it? This flame will not hurt ourselves in any way. Although it is an illusory fire, it can become real at a certain moment."

He said with some emotion, while Ashes looked at the spell fire in his hand and fell into deep thought. For some reason, he always felt that this flame was very familiar to him.

"Then, I will take the first step! Goodbye at the Fire Sacrifice. My disciples, be careful outside. Don't be burned by the fire. Even illusory flames can hurt people..." He

He talked nonchalantly, then crushed the bones and left.

Ashes put away the magic fire and lowered his head by the campfire, as if falling asleep.

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"Is this what Lothric looks like now?"

He Shenyan and Gwendelin stood on top of the high wall of Lothric, looking down, filled with despair. The world may have really come to an end, but maybe it has not. Who knows?

"Yes, a country that insists on spreading fire for centuries will also perish as the flame fades, just like this world."

"Even if you say so, inheriting the flame is a must--"

The mage interrupted her: "There must be other ways for you to escape this reincarnation, Gwendolen."

But she shook her head gently: "You don't know something. If I thought, I could have ended this miserable reincarnation thousands of years ago. But the flame is an endless thing. As long as it is not really extinguished, it will

It ignites again. I already know that perhaps it is my destiny to look after this flame and sit alone in that palace forever."

Without choosing to argue with her, the mage just pointed at the corpses of the civilians below: "You can accept your fate, but what about them?"

"I don't think they would think such a fate is a good thing. Gwendolen, how many sacrifices did you make in order to spread the fire? In such a long time...how many people died like them?"

Gwendelin's face turned pale, she pursed her lips tightly and said nothing. The mage did not let go of her thoughts.

"Since you talked about fate...hehe." He sneered and turned to talk about another thing: "The teacher who taught me magic was killed by me. She said this was fate. I must kill her,

Then an innocent girl was used to save our world. She said it was fate, there was no other way, it was destined. But I have a different opinion on this."

"She said she saw many futures, none of which could save the world. The only way was the one she chose for me... Gwendolen, what would you do if it were you?

?”

Gwendelin pondered for a while, her white hair floating gently in the breeze: "If this is fate... I will choose to continue."

"It's an answer that suits your character... But I think, if this is really fate, has she ever thought about the possibility of my rejection?" He Shenyan turned her head, a crazy light flashing in her eyes.

"Every choice we make will have different consequences. Perhaps in other worlds, at this moment, I chose to kill you for no reason. The world line has changed. Could fate have thought of this?"

"You will not do this." Gwendelin said firmly.

The mage returned to calmness. He stared ahead and said calmly: "The so-called fate is nothing. If every choice you make is attributed to fate...then what is the meaning of life? She wants me to be in a world

To choose one or the other with an innocent girl...I would choose neither, Gwendolen."

"I don't choose either one."