Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Sometimes, many things don't need to be solved through talking.

Aatrox is five meters tall. His golden skin shines under the sunlight. The gold and silver visor covers his face so tightly that no one can see his eyes.

It further highlights his divinity and aloofness. And now, this extraordinary being holding a huge sword almost as tall as himself is standing outside your city wall.

The soldiers on the city wall nervously held the bows and arrows in their hands, but in fact they couldn't help but their legs were shaking. As long as Aatrox showed even the slightest intention to attack, they would drop their weapons and run away.

But Aatrox didn't attack.

He inserted his giant sword into the yellow sand on the ground and said sadly in ancient Shuriman: "O sons of yellow sand, what has time changed you into? Such a weak building can also be called a city wall.

?”

Nasus, who was much shorter than him, whispered beside him: "They don't understand you, General."

"How could it be? Could it be that the Son of Yellow Sand has turned into a beast? This is already the seventh city, and no one can understand it yet?" Aatrox asked in confusion, and then he smiled bitterly.

"Yes, even if not, it's almost the same. What I saw along the way was that the civilians were poorly dressed, even half-clothed. The soldiers who protected them didn't even have armor, and the weapons were ridiculously crude. The city in front of us,

Not even cavalry..."

Aatrox shook his head, and the ancient Shurima language came out of his mouth like some kind of ups and downs of poetry. The guards on the city wall had no idea what he was talking about, they only knew that this golden giant looked extremely noble.

, there is an urge to kneel down when he speaks.

"This is our problem, General. Or rather, my problem."

Nasus lowered his head: "I have sunk in despair for so long that our people no longer even remember the names of their ancestors. But now, we still have a chance to change everything."

Aatrox nodded, he drew his giant sword and put it on his shoulder. His wings spread out like a curtain of starlight, reflecting a dazzling halo in the sun, and he was ready to attack.

At this moment, Nasus said: "General, maybe this time will be different. Why don't you stand with your sword for a while?"

Aatrox smiled casually, noncommittally.

Nasus stood next to Aatrox holding his scepter, and the two waited patiently. Not long after, a fat man wearing a luxurious robe and a laurel wreath walked out of the not-so-high city wall. He gasped.

He was angry and full of fear, but he still stood among the soldiers, holding a scimitar in his hand.

Seeing this, Aatrox nodded approvingly: "Although he is fat and bloated, and he doesn't even know how to hold a sword. But he dares to face me, which is good."

That's true, Nasus thought. Along the way, this was the seventh city that needed to be taken back. The first six city lords either saw them coming from a distance and fled, or they mobilized all their guards to huddle in their mansions.

They thought they could avoid being judged this way. Without exception, this was the only one who dared to face them.

The trembling man on the wall did not know this, but no matter what his motives were, his actions saved him from death. The first six city lords who did not dare to face them all died in Aatrox

Beneath the giant sword, no bones remained.

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He Shenyan played with the golden ring in his hand.

He was sitting in an ancient building. The outer walls were in dilapidated condition, and the moonlight penetrated through the gaps. Beside the mage, the magic tablets used by the ancient Shurima Empire to record history and knowledge were scattered on the ground.

It can be seen that this place should have been a library or something like that before. A deep square cavity was cut out in the wall inside, which could just be used to place those magic slates. Unfortunately, the person responsible for organizing these slates has long since passed away.

For who knows how long, the stone slabs that they regarded as treasures are now scattered all over the ground casually.

There was only half a stone slab left on the ceiling, but from the remaining half, one could glimpse a glimpse of the glory of the ancient Shurima Empire. He Shenyan raised his head and looked at the half-year-old stone slab, which had exquisite reliefs and engraved words.

The stars under the night sky. And the positions of those stars are exactly the same as those under the night sky outside.

A stone slab floated out of thin air and flew in front of He Shenyan. The mage looked at the ancient words on it carefully, and the weight of history came to his face.

He said to himself: "Strange, it is impossible that evil weapons did not appear in the ancient Shurima Empire, but I can't find any records."

He turned around casually and asked the armored female spirit behind him: "Do you know? Ascension to the Empress, Your Majesty Setaka?"

Setaka didn't answer, so she asked: "When did you discover me?"

"you guess?"

He Shenyan smiled evilly and raised the golden ring in his hand: "Let's talk about this."

Setaka shook his head: "The blasphemy, I thought I had driven them all away."

"You can't expel an evil weapon, ma'am."

Setaka smiled: "Mage, you are more powerful than those star spirits, but there are still things you don't know about in this world - of course we can expel them!"

He Shenyan raised his eyebrows and put on an expression of 'I'm very interested': "Really? Then, I'm all ears."

As Setaka told it, He Shenyan gradually understood how the ancient Shurima Empire disposed of evil weapons. They adopted a rather tricky method, which, strictly speaking, was not called expulsion.

How did they do it? It was very simple. They selected a few determined warriors and asked them to receive training in mental protection. Then they handed the evil weapon to them and asked them to take it with them through unstable teleportation magic.

Thrown into a dangerous place far away from human habitation, they are capable of surviving, but will not try to return to the empire.

They will be taught some mental protection magic, and then carry some protective equipment made by the magicians of the Empire. These equipment will also erase their memories of the Empire when they are corrupted to ensure that they are corrupted.

There is no way to return to Shurima.

To put it bluntly, it's still the same old trick of sealing and suppressing. It's just that the evil weapons are all far away from Shurima's territory. In this way, even if those warriors are eventually corrupted and devoured by the evil weapons, they will not be able to return to Shurima, and there will be no way to deal with them.

Shurima deals damage.

He Shenyan shook his head: "This is not expulsion, this is just sacrifice."

"Yes, but it's effective and that's enough."

"Is it as effective as the way you exist now?" He Shenyan said suddenly.

A proud smile appeared on Setaka's face. She opened her hands, and the moonlight from the gap in the wall hit her, penetrating straight through the blue body: "Yes. Now,

I am with Shurima, mage."

She was not using a metaphor, but describing a fact: Setaka bound her soul to the yellow sand of Shurima, and she became something similar to an earthbound spirit. She was both prosperous and devastated.

Damage. He Shenyan could feel that her soul was extremely weak and full of pain.

It seems that her approach is not without cost.

He Shenyan rarely saw such a madman, and he was one of them. He began to think about whether other ascended people could do this kind of thing? Then, he came to a negative conclusion.

Setaka is obviously the most special individual among the Ascended Ones.

The Ascended Ones have been transformed into life forms after being infused with ownerless astral energy through the Sun Disk. Their physiological structure has basically nothing to do with humans. Even the souls are the same, but Setaka is the only special one.

exist.

The other Ascended Ones, regardless of their strength, all lost their human form. Only Setaka not only kept her human form, but even her height did not change. But her power was the strongest among them.

Extremely unreasonable.

"The sheep spirit and the wolf spirit want to take me away, but they can't kill the desert. Although my body dies, my soul still exists - I am with this land, and no one can take away this!

"

She smiled boldly: "Not even death itself!"

"I have another question." He Shenyan said: "If you love your country so deeply, then why didn't you show up when your descendants' dynasty collapsed and the void began to move again?"

"The reason is very simple, mage. It's so simple that you might not even believe it if I tell you." Setaka stopped smiling and her expression became serious.

"Although I briefly escaped the pursuit of death, in the end, the sheep spirit and the wolf spirit will still find me. I can always hide in the desert as long as I don't show up. But your arrival made me realize that maybe this is

Only chance."

"I can't wait any longer. Who knows when the next opportunity like this will come? The stars are eyeing the human world, and the danger of the void is imminent. But the people of the empire are now so weak and pitiful. I can show up and interact with people.

The conversation was very short, mage. So, although I am very grateful for your help to the empire, I am afraid I can't give you any reward."

"You shouldn't be able to give me what I want, Her Majesty. Besides, I don't do these things just to ask for something in return." The mage said calmly.

A gust of wind blew through the ruins, sending out a hollow echo. It rolled up waves of yellow sand and blew over Setaka's illusory body. She stared at He Shenyan and suddenly chuckled: "It seems it's time, Master. Give me a speech for me."

Farewell Aatrox."

After she said that, she turned around without any hesitation. Behind her, the sheep spirit and wolf spirit who had appeared at some point were standing there.

The sheep spirit's voice was as ethereal as ever, and she fiddled with the silver-white bowstring in her hand: "Escapers, you have nowhere to run."

The wolf roared, unable to hide the excitement in its tone, or maybe it didn't even think about hiding it: "You can't escape! I'm hunting you! I'm going to hunt you!"

Setaka smiled disdainfully: "I have no intention of escaping at all. Come on, God of Death! Let me see if there is really a world for the dead after death!"

The sheep spirit did not speak. She pointed the bow in her hand at the man who had escaped death for thousands of years. She pulled the bow string and then let it go. The invisible illusory arrow penetrated Setaka's head in an instant.

, she turned into a wisp of smoke and slowly dissipated.

"Hello, Qianjue. We meet again." He Shenyan took the initiative to greet them, appearing very polite.

Not only that, he deliberately restrained his magic power and tried his best to look harmless. He was like one of those people who feed wild cats with food in their hands, trying his best to make his voice amiable and have a bright face.

Put on a gentle smile.

The wolf spirit howled directly: "It's the escapee! Sheep! Can I hunt him down?! Can I? Can I?!"

It seems to have a different concept of the words escapee and pursuit in its mind, like a dog that has undergone Pavlovian reflex training. It keeps howling excitedly, and its body is like a black shadow.

Wrapped around the sheep spirit, its open mouth is densely covered with fangs.

"He has not yet died, wolf. It's time for us to leave. There is a war in the east - the lives of mortals are waiting to be harvested." The sheep spirit responded to the manic wolf spirit with an ethereal voice. She flicked the bow string and ignored it.

He Shenyan immediately disappeared without a trace as when they came.

Well, the feeding plan failed.

Seeing this, He Shenyan clicked his tongue in annoyance: "How could you not be fooled? That damn wolf didn't know how to just pounce on..."

After saying that, he shook his head and continued to look at the stone tablets scattered on the ground that recorded history and knowledge.

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Unifying all the cities in Shurima in one go is not that difficult for the Ascended. After Aatrox and Nasus took down all the twelve cities in Shurima in one go, now

There were only two questions left before them.

First, appease the people.

Even if it is a peaceful conquest, it does not mean that everyone is of the same mind.

The people of Shuriman have all heard the legends about the warriors of the gods when they were children. No one knows how many of them really believe these ancient stories. Only the elderly Shuriman people have awe of the desert.

, after all, the sand here has been there for so long that any rumors may be true.

Aren't the god warriors coming soon? Two more came at once. In addition to the crazy dog-headed man who had been seen before, there was another extraordinary being carrying a giant sword on his back.

His appearance was much better than that of the dog-headed man. Many times, people couldn't help but feel weak at the knees just looking at his figure walking through the streets. A sense of oppression from the spiritual level made them unable to help but

Have respect for Aatrox, not to mention his huge size. He is a full five meters tall.

But the huge size brings not only the awe of the mortals but also the fear. This is a double-edged sword and unavoidable. Even in the ancient Shurima period, the most elite mortal soldiers were unavoidable against them.

Worship, not to mention these sons of yellow sand who have degenerated to the point of no development at all.

Aatrox is not good at appeasing people's hearts. He has read many books and is quite accomplished in literature. He has even written a collection of poems before.

But he is not good at appeasing people's hearts. In the past, the ten thousand mortal soldiers under his command only need to charge with him. Aatrox will tear apart any opponent who dares to challenge him. But

He has never done anything to appease the people.

The reason is simple, he has never lost, except the civil war.

And the civil war... basically has nothing to do with mortals.

This matter naturally fell on Nasus's head. When Aatrox talked about this matter, he patted Nasus's head quite naturally and said, "I heard you say that you are an empire."

You are a great bachelor and a historian. You must be very good at this kind of thing, right?

As for the second problem, it really requires the two of them to work together to solve it.

Nasus spent nearly half a month. While appeasing the people, he also had to play a role as a mage to communicate with the yellow sand, let the sand recede, and form a temporary road between cities. It went up to the remote Kalamanda, and down to the

Antahir by the sea, he spared no one. The importance of roads does not need to be explained in any era.

Whether it is wartime supplies or daily trade to promote development, all these need to be transported by a good road. Nasus can swear to God that he has never missed those old-fashioned mages as much as he does now.

During the Zir Dynasty, they had an entire staff, all of which were old-fashioned mages. Although they were not liked by people, their strange magic undoubtedly played a very important role in the development of the empire.

The number of mortal soldiers they can currently assemble is only 70,000. Let alone starting a war with the Void, Nasus and Aatrox were shocked when they first obtained this number. They had thought about the decline of Shurima.

, but I didn’t expect it to decline to such an extent. A huge city-state union could only muster 70,000 soldiers...

Moreover, most of them did not have armor, and some even had weapons inferior to those of the sand pirates they had seen in the wild.

Nasus is sitting in the tent. He is not a person who pays attention to red tape, so he has no objection to living in a tent. This is even more true for Aatrox. He always has a sense of resistance to things like houses now. He even wishes to live in a tent every day.

Sleeping on the sand. Even though he no longer needs sleep.

The dog-headed man sighed and rubbed his brows. He rarely did this kind of mortal behavior after ascension, but now he really had a headache. He thought that the two ascenders were enough to make Shurima return to the world.

Returning to the top, I didn't expect... Let alone returning to the top, it would be a miracle that this gang of people could not starve themselves to death.

Nasus calculated an account and found that most cities in Shurima had food shortages. Their solution was not to hire mages to transform the land, but to trade externally. Through a series of border towns such as Belgun

Businessmen sell cultural relics and animal skins from the desert to obtain food, treating the symptoms but not the root cause.

What's more, most of the food fell into the hands of the city lord. Not to mention that the people were full, it was good to have some. Countless people died of starvation every year, no wonder there were so few soldiers.

Aatrox sat quietly next to him. He didn't understand this, but he would never point fingers at those who knew. If Nasus made any development decisions, Aatrox would definitely implement them as soon as possible.

He no longer cares about identity issues at this time. As long as the empire can continue, he can do whatever he wants.

"General, the situation is very bad." Nasus couldn't help but said to him.

There was undisguised anger in the eyes of the dog-headed man: "Those fat bastards who only know corruption and bullying the poor, there is no one whose treasury is not full of people's fat. The black market and all kinds of reselling cultural relics

Traffickers who go abroad are very popular in Shurima, and our civilization heritage is just something they use to make profits!"

Aatrox didn't speak. He just patted the giant sword he stood aside and asked succinctly: "How many to kill?"

"...What? No, General, now is not the right time to kill people. People's hearts have just stabilized, so now is not a suitable opportunity."

Aatrox nodded slightly: "Isn't the food problem unsolvable?"

Nasus sighed helplessly again. It is difficult for a clever woman to make a meal without rice. He sighed and said: "Although land transformation has been put on my agenda, my strength alone is far from enough. It also takes time for the mage to be accelerated. This autumn

...Shurima will starve many people to death. Probably more than before."

Aatrox frowned and asked: "I can lead troops to expand outwards, and we can obtain food through aggression... Ah, forget it. Just pretend I didn't say that."

Before Nasus could speak, he laughed self-deprecatingly: "I have been sleeping in the darkness for too long. The current empire cannot withstand such a torment. Although the Sons of the Yellow Sand still exist, they are even weaker than in the past.

We are not as good as children. The primitive people in the outside world carrying sticks can be easily killed by us, but if there are no mortals, the empire will cease to exist."

"Glad to see you figured that out."

The atmosphere in the tent became dull. Seeing this, Aatrox asked again: "Where is the Icathian?"

"he left."

"Hmph." Aatrox chuckled disdainfully: "I knew the Icathians were unreliable. Did he know that the Void was coming and ran away? Just like his despicable compatriots, he personally released those abominable people.

things..."

"Actually, General, you may have misunderstood him. He has set off to find reinforcements and will come back before next autumn. That is also the time when the previous mage told us that he was preparing to attack the void. We still have a whole year.

Come and prepare."

"Reinforcements? What reinforcements?" Aatrox asked in confusion.

"During the days when you were sleeping, the world has undergone many changes. There have been many more countries, and many more strong people have emerged. Some of them...may be willing to help us fight against the void. That was when he set out to travel around the world

the goal of."

Nasus didn't even raise his head. He was calculating something on the paper while answering Aatrox's questions. He finally had a hunch that he might not think about rest for a long time.