Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

There are no defensive measures in Presidence - or in other words, the ubiquitous towering trees are the defensive measures here. The mage can see the hidden defensive spells on them, but out of politeness, he did not directly analyze them.

I just analyzed it with my eyes, and didn't even touch it with my mental tentacles.

The conclusion he got was not much beyond his expectation. The spell could transform trees into some kind of self-aware guards, which was enough to deal with ordinary people.

I walked through a rock gate hundreds of meters high. It’s not quite right to call it a gate. It was just a whole piece of stone with a hole dug out in the middle. There were mottled marks on the surface, but it still remained the same after countless years of beating.

Sturdy.

After that, you will enter a valley. Most of the buildings here are made of wood, and most of the pedestrians on the street are monks. He also saw many Ionian practitioners with fluorescent bodies.

The female wolf became cautious and cautious. She followed the mage closely, not daring to leave even half a step. Her furry tail swept over He Shenyan's calves. There were many merchants hawking along the street, most of them

They were all handmade products for sale. Not only did he hear one businessman brag about how efficacious his bracelets were, they were items that had been consecrated by eminent monks.

But in fact? It was just a bunch of inferior bracelets. Not to mention it had magical powers, the mage even suspected that it would break after a short time after buying it. But their business was still very good. After all, Presidio

Out of Navoli, this is the heart of Ionia. And Presidence is the holy land of all Ionia.

Countless people travel long distances here every day, either to study in higher education institutions or to meditate in the magic garden. But there are more people who come here just to see the Holy Land. Presidio does not

They will be let down. This place is worth their long journey. Many people will shed tears just by seeing the scene below in the valley.

However, all of this actually had nothing to do with He Shenyan. He walked along the street to another gate of the city, and then there was the Magic Garden. But when he was only ten steps away from the garden, he

But he stopped.

The mage turned around and squinted his eyes to look in a certain direction.

Animals often feel danger approaching more than humans, just like the female wolf now. As He Shenyan's expression changed, she immediately fell to the ground, not daring to raise her head, and her body could not help but tremble with fear.

"It seems our meeting will be postponed."

He Shenyan said to a certain consciousness in the garden, and that consciousness responded with an old voice: "I see that your heart is full of anger... What could make you so angry?"

"Some stupid mortals think they are exercising justice." He Shenyan replied coldly.

The consciousness sighed: "Although we have never met, I can hear the whispers in the wind. The souls in the land are saying your name to me, which is unprecedented. You must be very popular with them, if

For you to say such a comment... they must have done something very abhorrent."

"It's not abominable - just simple stupidity, but the problem is that I can't tolerate stupidity." The mage said softly. He looked down at the scared she-wolf and gently stroked her head. He continued to focus on that consciousness.

Said: "Can you do me a favor?"

"I am glad to."

"Take care of her for me for a while...just for a while, it won't be too long."

He Shenyan knelt down. He looked at the she-wolf who was obviously scared to death but still refused to leave him, and said softly: "Do you want a name?"

The magic in the air began to condense and vibrate. Many monks who were practicing in the temple suddenly felt dizzy. They knelt down in fear, thinking that the ancient natural spirit of Ionia was angry, and directed it at them.

Ask for forgiveness.

The female wolf didn't feel scared, she straightened up. The wolf's figure was strong and noble, wild and elegant coexisting in her. The white and shiny hair was gently stirring in the breeze. She lowered her head and whined deeply.

One sound.

"very good."

The mage's voice gradually faded away, and his figure gradually became fainter. The she-wolf heard his last words: "...When I come back, you will have your own name."

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First there was anger, then fear.

After seeing those blood-stained corpses, Racha inevitably let these two emotions swirl in his brain.

Even in his most terrifying nightmare, Racha had never seen such a horrific scene. Compared to the rows of corpses in front of him, even being eaten by evil spirits seemed like a good way to die.

Well. At least he was eaten by evil spirits instead of being killed by his own kind in his sleep for no reason.

He stood with the remaining villagers at the entrance of the village, in front of them were the bodies of all the remaining people. Racha's hands and face were covered with blood, which was already caked with blood. The remaining six of them spent a lot of effort to remove it.

The others were dragged onto the white cloth. In order to respect the deceased, they made three stretchers and transported them one by one to the entrance of the village.

"I don't understand... who on earth would do such a thing?"

A young man stood next to Racha. He tremblingly asked Racha, and then he began to cry silently. Racha had the same impulse as him, and all the living people in the past turned into cold corpses lying on the ground.

, regardless of gender, regardless of age. Even the neighbor's child who was just three years old half a month ago could not escape the murderous hand.

The only thing that Racha could comfort herself with was that at least she died without pain and her face was peaceful.

As Racha turned to leave, another older man stopped him. He was the lonely fisherman: "Where are you going?"

"Go to the elders in the province - I don't know, no matter who it is, this matter must be resolved." His eyes were bloodshot, his voice was hoarse, and he looked shaky.

The fisherman shook his head: "No, what you need now is to rest. Racha, if you set out now, you will collapse from exhaustion."

"I don't care," Racha said loudly. A kind of anger deeper than the darkness knocked him down, but that was exactly what he wanted. He said: "Can you pretend that nothing happened and continue to be here?"

Can you continue to live in the village? When you wake up every morning and look at their empty houses, can your conscience endure that kind of suffering?!"

"They were killed!" Racha's voice sounded like a roar. He opened the white cloth covering the corpses, pointed at the knife marks on their corpses as if to reveal the truth, and burst into tears.