Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

The yellow sand of Shurima is rich in history, which is rare. The history of this place is so ancient that even the sand that can be seen everywhere has an aura of magic.

He Shenyan held his hands behind his back, and the wind followed him. They passed quickly on the sand, as fast as ghosts.

He stopped somewhere, lowered his head, and looked at the building with only a small corner exposed under his feet. The mage nodded: "It looks like we're here."

He snapped his fingers.

The yellow sand dispersed, and this giant tower that had been buried underground for thousands of years was pulled up out of thin air. The yellow sand shook off, and the earth trembled. Finally, when the smoke and dust dispersed, what appeared in front of him and Feng was a broken but beautiful tower.

The tower still retains its glory.

He Shenyan whistled. He was obviously in a very happy mood, but now was not the time to enter the tower.

He took out the golden cup.

"Okay, let's get on with the puzzle - why are you looking at me like that?"

Feng turned his head sideways, and the mage rolled his eyes: "Don't think I can fool you this time. If you complain again, you won't have anything to eat at night, Feng."

After speaking, he raised the golden cup, and Shurima's intense sunlight shone on the cup. From the two small holes in the bottom of the cup, the giant tower began to vibrate, resonating with the magic in the air. Dots of magical fluorescence came from

The water emitted from the cup, and a woman appeared in front of He Shenyan.

It is actually not accurate to say that she is a woman. To describe her in a realistic spirit, she is just an illusory spirit body and has no self-awareness.

This woman was wearing armor and holding a huge sword in her hand. Her voice was intermittent, as if it was too old. The mage could only hear four words clearly: "Descendant of the royal family."

After saying that, she disappeared.

"So the next step is to find this royal descendant... We can put this issue aside for now."

He Shenyan turned his head, and a dark figure slowly walked out of the yellow sand in the sky. He had the head of a dog and held a strange weapon in his hand. It was said to be a cane, but it was too huge and had an axe-like structure.

But even though it's an axe, its shape doesn't look much like it.

The tall dog-headed man spoke, his voice low and rough: "Stranger, you made the tower rise?"

The mage did not answer. He stared at the dog-headed man with strange eyes, which made him feel offended. The dog-headed man showed his sharp teeth and struck the soft sand hard with the staff in his hand. The earth was shaken.

Trembling, his voice became like a great bell, echoing in the desert.

"Answer my question, stranger! Or you will receive the wrath of Nasus!"

The mage still didn't answer. His black pupils were replaced by sparkling blue light. He Shenyan laughed excitedly: "I must admit that no matter who created you, he is a genius."

"You—! What?!" Nasus waved the scepter in his hand angrily, wanting to give this weird mortal some pain. He had seen too many people like this come to Shurima and try to desecrate their history and steal their history.

The person who took away the cultural relics. Although this one is quite special and activated the giant tower, he is still just a mortal.

But when he wanted to make the sand at the soles of the mortal feet rise and surround him, he found that he could no longer control the yellow sand.

"Don't be so irritable, I don't mean any harm to you. Maybe you will have to thank me in the future."

He Shenyan shrugged, threw the golden cup in his hand to Nasus' feet, and then said: "Out of politeness, I don't want to look through your memory. So, would you mind telling me directly what the ascension ceremony is?

?”

"wishful thinking!"

Nasus roared angrily. Although he could no longer control the yellow sand, he was still an ascendant, a demigod. He could still control death.

He moved his fingers, and a strange fragrance came out. The Flower of Death appeared out of thin air behind him, blooming slowly. But the most terrifying power Nasus possessed was useless against the mortal in front of him.

Is he really a mortal?

Nasus began to laugh at his recklessness, and he cursed himself fiercely in his heart. You have been lost for so long that you even lost your brain in the desert! He is obviously not a mortal, maybe one of the protoss

one of!

"Oh, you can also control death... let me see, corrosion, accelerated aging, illness... not a bad curse."

He told the truth about the power driven by Nasus in an understatement, which made him feel even more shocked. The dog-headed man clenched the scepter in his hand. He would not use this power again unless necessary. But now it seems

I have to use it now.

Just when he was about to evoke the soul flames and add yellow sand to his body again as before, the mage slowly disappeared with the wolf who was not afraid of him at all, leaving only a sentence that still echoed in the desert.

"I don't want to be forced to kill you, friend."

Nasus stood there, not knowing what to do. All kinds of questions were swirling in his mind, and in the end, he just silently walked into the huge tower that had just risen.

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"Ascended ones must pass the ritual of the Sun Disk in order to ascend. They will become extremely powerful, live long, and possess special powers."

The mage was sitting on a chair, with a light spot floating in front of him. The mage was talking to it and recording something.

"There is reason to believe that there are other things in this process that I don't understand. Unfortunately, I cannot directly go back in time on such a large scale. That would cause reality to collapse, but for now, I can focus on the ascended ones first.

After mastering their secrets, maybe I can find some other fun for myself... Geralt the Ascended? It sounds good, but I don't know if that guy is willing."

"The void hidden under the desert is a problem. Pure malice and greed are rare. Each of their creations meets the definition of a thing in the other world, but there is one difference. They belong to this universe, so they do not come from the endless sea of ​​stars. Interesting

, could it be that something from outside came here and gave birth to an heir?"

"Just now, the thing under the sea of ​​Bilgewater sent me another 'communication request', but I don't really want to deal with her at the moment. When will I take the time to go to the Shadow Island? I'm interested in it.

I'm also very interested in the curses, maybe I can expand my curse spells... Ha, what am I talking about? I never curse others."

He stroked Feng Fu's head and continued: "As for the investigation of those ancient demons, it can be concluded. According to books, legends and some of the things I have discovered, they are just the embodiment of ancient malice, not evil spirits.

The kind of devil I know. But the threat is still great... Of course, it is not a threat to me."

"Perhaps we can wait until Shen and Jie grow up and let them deal with it... I thought that the situation in this world was not complicated, but the reality taught me a lesson. It seems that people in Lordland need to wait for a while before they move to a new home.

It’s time.”

The wind bumped against the palm of his hand. The mage looked down and saw that she was looking at him with longing eyes: "Okay, okay, I know you are hungry."

He casually took out a dragon heart and placed it on the ground. Feng's transformation was almost completed. If nothing else happened...she would become the first flying wolf in the world.