Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

The white hat on the old captain's head fell to the ground. He grabbed a chair and pressed it against the black wooden door. He usually liked this door very much, but now he didn't care so much. He knew that this was a pair of doors outside.

It's useless to help people.

It's just a door. Is it possible that it can block those crazy people who appear out of nowhere?

He turned around and rushed to his desk, opened the drawer, and there was a dull black pistol. There were constant banging sounds outside the door, and a man shouted roughly through the door asking him to come out quickly.

There were threats and others. But the old captain didn't care. He grabbed the gun and pressed a button on the side.

In an instant, the rectangular front tube of this dark iron tool deformed and unfolded, and a breathtaking blue light bloomed amidst a buzzing sound. He gritted his teeth and pointed the iron tool in his hand at the door.

"boom!"

After a loud noise, not only was the door he liked missing. The place where the office door used to be was also gone. The lower bodies of two people stood outside the door, and their upper bodies had also disappeared. The old captain looked pale.

I watched their lower bodies swaying with the stubble on their spines exposed, and finally fell to the ground.

He gasped, overturned his desk and hid behind it. Footsteps soon came from the corridor outside. He once again clenched the dangerous weapon in his hand and counted the footsteps. To his surprise, the footsteps

only one person.

And he walked slowly and leisurely, as if he wasn't here to kidnap the old captain or do anything else, but was here for an outing.

"Oh, who designed this kind of weapon? The idea is good." A young man's voice came from outside the door. The old captain carefully retracted half of his head and saw a man in black robe watching with interest the weapon in his hand.

The ruins of the ruins, and his fingers even touched the broken wood that still glowed blue.

"Stop hiding, Mr. Captain. I have no ill intentions towards you."

He said without raising his head. The captain was shocked. He quickly clenched the gun in his hand. The blue light had dimmed a lot. He knew that this gun could still fire one more time.

"Who are you?!" the captain yelled, squatting behind his desk.

"Didn't we just meet two days ago? One of your passengers, I bought a ticket to board the ship." The man said with a smile.

The captain poked his head out again. He carefully identified the man's identity through the dim lights in the corridor, and finally breathed a sigh of relief. It was indeed his passenger.

But it doesn't prove another thing.

The captain continued shouting: "How did you get here?!"

"Come here."

The corners of the old man's eyes twitched. Of course he knew he was coming over. But that was not what he asked. The captain then shouted: "Sir! This is not the time for joking! There is a group of gangsters outside who are trying to hijack the ship."

Moving around! How do I know you’re not one of them?!”

"About this...I think you don't have to worry about them anymore." The man said slowly.

"What?"

"They are all dead."

After a while.

The old captain looked at the mess in front of him. He couldn't help swallowing and looked away. For no other reason than he had never seen such a bloody scene.

Dozens of strong men with steel knives in their hands all fell to the ground, with strange smiles on their faces. The knives in their hands were either inserted into their own bodies or into the bodies of their companions. The blood flowed out in a meandering way to the body where they were standing.

At his feet at the entrance of this banquet hall.

"Sir...who are you?"

Looking at the handsome oriental man next to him, he couldn't help but ask.

"Do you really want to know? Ha, I'm just joking. Don't be nervous." The man turned back and stared at him, his black eyes filled with calmness. This made the captain's heart skip a beat. Just as he was about to speak, the man responded with pleasure.

A smile.

"It's just a little joke, don't worry about it. I'm your passenger, a traveler. It's that simple."

What kind of traveler could do such a thing?

The captain is not stupid. He has traveled around for so many years and has seen mages and Ionian practitioners. He has also seen assassins in the sewers and huge sea beasts in the sea. Because of this, he understands that sometimes, if others do not want to

If you explain your identity, it's best not to ask.

He is still alive.

He is fifty-three years old, which is just the right age for the profession of captain. Moreover, this is his first time taking this ship to sea. He plans to stay with this ship for a long time.

"How far are we from the Freljord?"

The man's sudden question interrupted the captain's thinking. He frowned and thought for a while, then carefully answered: "According to the scheduled route, we have arrived at Dornhold, and Demacia is not far away.

Forsbarrow, Ningshuang Port is not far from Forsbarrow. In other words, it will be very soon, sir."

He pointed out three fingers: "Up to three days."

"Very good." The man nodded and said, "I live in Room 1327 on the second floor. Remember to notify me when you arrive."

Three days later.

The captain did not lie, or he slightly changed the route. However, these had nothing to do with He Shenyan. He walked through the thick wooden planks between the ship and the port, and stepped onto the land of Freljord.

Ningshuang Port is more of a temporary docking place than a port. The people on the huge ship behind him put away the planks and sailed away slowly. Most of the houses in Ningshuang Port were in ruins, and the howling cold wind blew by

The ruins, hollow echoes and condensed frost welcome the mage's arrival.

Apart from these, there is nothing else.

He walked past the ruins of houses. This port town was empty and no one lived there anymore. It was very quiet here, and there was the cry of some kind of seabird not far away. He raised his head, and there were a few snowflakes falling in the sky.

It fell on his shoulder. The mage knew that his feeling was right.

Valoran was indeed invaded by the void in more than one place.

Somewhere among those majestic white mountains lies the deepest, darkest secrets of this land. And far more than that. Fire, thunder and ice exist in this land, and the auras they exude

He Shenyan couldn't help but smile, the living demigod...

It's a pity. It would be great if one of them could take the initiative to tell me some stories.

Shaking his head with some regret, it would be somewhat inappropriate to take the initiative to study others. He is not an Angsa bandit who went to the "New World" he discovered to sell people to pick cotton elsewhere.

This port town had been abandoned for a long time. Not to mention inhabited, he could not even see traces of animals. He Shenyan walked along the road in the town and caught a glimpse of some of them from the buildings that were still intact.

Architectural style. Basically, every household has animal horns hanging on the walls, and the buildings are mostly made of logs and stones. They are not beautiful, but they are absolutely practical.

Looking up, the mage had a premonition that he was going to spend a long time here.

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Kedar carried a package on his back and walked hard in the ice and snow.

The land of Freljord has never welcomed any humans, even if he is a native of Freljord. He is not an iceborn, and does not have the magical power to coexist with ice. Therefore, he is still

Wear thick cotton clothes.

After staying in Ionia for ten years, Kedar was surprised to find that he had begun to feel uncomfortable with the climate of Freljord. However, although the cold wind was strong, it could not stop him from exercising his right to will.

There is one thing he must accomplish.

After he left Ionia, he chose to go to his hometown by water. But Freljord only had two ports, one of which had long been abandoned. As a last resort, he chose to go through Noxus. The people there were very interested in it.

A tall and strong warrior like him was very popular, and on more than one occasion he was invited to join the Noxian army.

Kedar was not warlike and had no interest in fighting for Noxus. He refused them all, but for some reason, the Noxians were extremely friendly to him. He encountered no trouble at all along the way and easily

Just returned to the Freljord.

The destination of his trip was the Ornkar Rock.

The road to that place is difficult to walk, but every summer, when the weather is not so cold, large numbers of tribes will choose to make the difficult journey there. They will climb over the mountains and head to the Ornkar Rocks on the coast. Here, they can

Spend a relatively less difficult time. Along the coast here, fishing has continued for hundreds of years. When the water thaws in the summer, fish is a very good food choice for the tribe.

But they went there for more than just one reason, there was another most important reason. It was Ornn's legendary residence.

Ornn, the god of lava and forging. The first born among the ancient demigods. He shaped the earth and brought the first snow. He secluded himself outdoors and did not interfere much in the world. He walked alone, with no distractions, only forging his own weapons.

, improving this craft is more important to him than anything else.

And people's respect for him comes from this. The things Ornn forges, whether they are weapons, armor or shields, are all priceless treasures. In Freljord, whether they are weapons, armor or shields, they are all valuable.

Things to survive. You can live without hair, beard, or even clothes, but you cannot live without a weapon of your own.

Losing weapons is equivalent to being unable to fight. And those who are unable to fight can only die.

Kedar endured hunger, cold and sorrow in his heart. He stayed up all night and climbed over the mountains ahead. There were only two days left to the Onkar Rock. If he didn't rest, Kedar thought, he should

can do it.

He found a stone and sat down. He unwrapped the package on his back, took out a piece of frozen meat jerky and ate it. This thing was as hard as a mallet, harder than the private parts of many aristocratic men in the city.

A hundred times. Generally speaking, if he had the choice, Kedar would not choose to eat frozen meat like this, but he did not have a pot. In order not to slow down his speed, he brought nothing except dry food and a sword.

He tore at the piece of frozen meat viciously, as if a direwolf that was not accepted by the pack was competing with other predators for food. However, after taking only one bite, he grabbed the sword on his knees and stood.

Got up.

From the shadow of the snow-capped mountains, a person slowly walked out.

"Kedar Lo Darwell Winter's Claw..."

"How dare you come back?"

Kedar pulled out his sword, threw the scabbard on the ground, and asked, "How did you find me?"

The man opposite him had a big beard, which was braided into a complicated knot on his chin. He was bald, extremely strong, and carried a huge ax behind his back that was constantly emitting cold air. And in this bad weather, he

He didn't even put on a shirt, just exposing his strong and naked chest.

Hearing this, he grinned: "Oh, Kedar. It wasn't me who found you, it was the tribe's prophets who found you. They predicted that you would come back a year ago, and for this reason, three of them died. However,

I guess it's all worth it. Come on, if you can kill me, there will be four more people waiting for you on the way down the mountain."

He took out the giant ax from his back, held it with both hands, laughed and panted, and white mist rose: "You just need to kill me first."

The battle started in an instant.

The man let out a roar, and he rushed straight towards Kedar, and the ax struck straight down. But even with such a move, Kedar, who had lost his armor and shield, could not use it forcefully. He only had this in his hand.

The sword was thrown. There was no other way, so he dodged sideways and began to look for opportunities in the fight.

The man laughed again, and Kedar saw his two sharp canine teeth: "You are a coward with a sword! Ah...did those warm-blooded people make you weak? Huh? I still remember, you used to be one of us

Among them, he is the best at using an axe."

He picked up the giant ax and assumed a posture of ease.

Kedar had to admit that even though he had not fought for ten years, after catching a glimpse of this look that looked down on him, he couldn't help but feel angry, and a corner of his head began to throb.

But he still kept calm: "No one's blood is cold, Skhir. Your blood and the blood of warm-blooded people are both hot."

"But your heart is cold."

Skhir nodded at him, spat disdainfully, and melted a pit in the snow.

He bared his teeth and smiled in anger or mockery: "But your heart is cold, Kedar. Do you know why the tribe even risked their lives to find the three prophets to find your location? Do you know why they were willing to

Entrust me with this axe? Because of you! You traitor... Winter's Claw will never accept betrayal!"

Skhir grabbed the knife at his waist and cut two cross-cut scars on his chest. Blood gushed out, forming traces on the snow with heat. He threw the knife aside and held the ax with both hands again.

, shouted: "Come!"

He rushed forward again and struck Kedar on the neck with the ax. The long sword could not block the attack of the axe, and Kedar knew this without even thinking.

But he doesn't need to block.

Kedar lowered his head, rushed into Skhir's arms, and stabbed his chest and abdomen with the long sword.

The ax fell on the snow with a dull thud. Skhir fell to the ground with a sword stuck in his abdomen, and blood continued to gush out. After Kedar succeeded, he spun the blade and pierced it.

His internal organs.

He is hopeless.

Both of them knew this. Skhir fell to the ground and laughed hoarsely: "It's still the same as before, Kedar. I still can't survive two attacks from you."

Kedar stood beside him expressionlessly, with no joy or sorrow in his tone: "There is progress."

"Ha, who are you coaxing? I haven't touched you at all... It's been like this from before to now, even those Iceborn can't hurt you. 'A warrior without scars'...

...Listen to your title, Kedar, how majestic it is."

Kedar knelt down and knelt beside Sk'sir, and he asked: "Sk'sir Lo Darvel Winter's Claw... in the last moments of your life, do you have any wishes?

"

Blood overflowed from Skhir's mouth, dyeing his beard red: "No...no more. It's great to see you, brother."

The lines on Kedar's face became tense. He waited until his brother's breathing completely disappeared before reaching out and closing his eyes looking at the sky.

"Valhall, I pray to the ice and snow, and to you. May you bless his soul, and may he drink wine and fight vigorously in your palace." He closed his eyes, violating his words that he had never prayed before,

He prayed devoutly.

After a while, he set off again, and the wind and snow would bury his brother's body. Like every Freljordian, he was born in the snow and died in the snow. Carrying the giant axe, Kedar walked down the mountain.

on the way.

The past flashed through his eyes, and the life in the tribe was never far away from him, even if he escaped. Just like when he killed his own brother.

Kedar stopped.

Standing in front of him was a warrior with a spear in one hand and a large shield in the other. He was wearing a heavy cast iron helmet, and his face could not be seen clearly.

The warrior's voice sounded dull in the wind: "Winter's Claw does not accept betrayal, Kedar. You should know this."

"Who is speaking? Gemo or Lindel?" Kedar asked loudly.

The soldier smiled muffledly.

"You don't need to know who I am, Kedar. Either I die or you die. It's simple."

He struck his shield with his spear and said simply: "Come on."

Kedar sighed, he held the giant ax in one hand and rushed forward. The warrior calmly used his shield to meet his axe, and the other end of the spear stabbed his chest cunningly.

Who will win?

Blood was dripping, Kedar was holding on to the wooden pole of the spear with one hand, and the edge of the ax held in the other hand had penetrated deeply into the warrior's neck. His shield could not pass under the axe.

one move.

Kedar withdrew his axe, and the soldier fell to his knees. He weakly pulled on his helmet. Kedar saw what he was thinking, and reached out to take off the horned iron helmet for him, revealing a face that he was very familiar with.

"...It is indeed you, Lindel."

The man named Lindel has a rare handsomeness among Northlanders - delicate handsomeness, which is one of the reasons why he likes to wear a helmet. The Freljord people think that such an appearance is unmanly.

Lindell smiled miserably: "Take my helmet, Kedar. I want it to witness your death, or someone else's."

Looking into Lindel's eyes, Kedar slowly put on the horn helmet: "...May you rest in peace, my brother."