Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

The young man standing opposite him was not wearing a helmet or armor. He was holding two long knives and stood opposite Kedar, eager to try.

Kedar frowned: "The tribe wants to send even a young warrior like you to stop me?"

The young man tapped the long knife and smiled excitedly: "No, no. I came here voluntarily! I am the minion of winter, the call of the wilderness. I am -"

Kedar interrupted him expressionlessly: "——You are a little kid without a beard. Now, drop your knife and go back."

The smile on the young man's face disappeared: "You will pay for your contempt, Kedar."

He rushed up, and Kedar didn't even use an ax. He subdued the young man with his bare hands and inserted his two knives into his own belly.

It all happens within a few strokes.

The separation between life and death is so thin, and a few seconds are enough to decide a person's life or death. Kedar looked sadly at the young man's face twitching from pain, and his life was draining away quickly. It won't be long before he

It will also become one of the countless corpses buried in this snowy mountain.

"What's your name, kid?" he asked in a low voice.

"Dalix Winter's Claw..."

The young man's wrinkled facial features unfolded for a moment, and he laughed again: "What they...said...is not wrong. You respect your...opponent very much."

He endured the pain and expressed his admiration for Kedar intermittently: "It is my... honor to... die by... your hands."

"Stop talking, you will only make yourself more hurt."

After saying these words, Kedar found that he was already dead.

How old was he? Kedar didn't know, but neither his young, beardless face nor his short name without a middle name made it difficult for Kedar to accept.

How could they send children out to fight me?

Lifting the giant axe, he moved forward. The last enemy was right in front of him. He was very old, not even tall, and had lost an arm.

But his appearance stunned Kedar.

"...Father."

Kedar whispered.

His father looked at him with his only remaining right eye, holding a long knife in his one arm. He said slowly: "Did you do a good job at Skhir?"

"...He fought well, Father."

"That's good. Valhall will welcome him. May he rest in peace." The old man nodded and raised the sword in his hand.

"...Don't do this, Father."

The tribal leaders of Freljord are not men as outsiders think, but women. They are called war mothers. There are many brave warriors in this land, but the most powerful ones among them are all women. Gram

Dahl didn't think there was anything strange about this. After all, the source of the ice bloodline was the three sisters. Furthermore, in this land, the strong were respected.

However, this also extends to some systems that are incomprehensible to outsiders, such as 'sworn father'.

A war mother can have multiple partners, or she can choose just one, as they wish. And their children have only one mother, but they all have multiple fathers. This is the sworn father.

Kedar had five sworn fathers, but only one father. His biological father. Dolores Lo Darwell Winter's Claw.

Winter's Claw is the name of the tribe, Lo Darwell is the name of their ancestors. And Dolores...in the ancient language, represents the bear.

Dolores definitely deserved this name when he was young. He was only taller than Kedar now, and could lift three giant axes with one hand. He always killed the most enemies in battle, and was also the prey in hunting.

The one with the most. But now he not only lost his left hand, but also lost one eye. His originally tall body has now become shorter.

How ruthless is the power of time?

Dolores frowned and said sternly: "What are you talking about? I came here just to take your life! And you also have the power to take my life. This is an ancient law, Kedar. Lift you up

Ax in hand!"

"But I don't want to fight you, father."

Dolores smiled.

"Do you look down on me? Do you think that an old and crippled old man like me is not qualified to fight you? Huh? Really? 'Scarless warrior', 'brave spirit', 'furious soul' the great K.

Dal Lo Darvill Winter's Claw thinks I'm unworthy, right?!"

He roared, and the sound penetrated the snowy mountains and was deafening.

"...No, father." Kedar whispered, holding the axe.

Dulores smiled with satisfaction. One of the two held a sword in one hand, and the other held an ax in both hands. They slowly approached each other.

As he walked towards his son, he said: "You shouldn't have come back, Kedar."

"I have things I must do, Father." His son replied.

Dolores smiled, and his beard trembled along with it: "Yes, this is you. Nothing can stop you from making the decision. This is my son."

The attack distance of an ax is much longer than that of a sword, but when Kedar faced his father who had already approached his attack range, he still did not choose to swing the ax. He allowed his father to walk to the opposite side of him, then stretched out the ax and intersected with his sword blade.

, struck once.

Dolores sang an old ballad: "Oh! Valhall!"

Hit twice.

"We kill in your name! We die in your name!"

Hit three times.

"Valhall! By your name! And the blood that is coming! I call you!"

Hit four times.

Kedar felt that something ancient had been awakened, right between the mountains, on this narrow path. The cold wind howled past, blowing past his cheeks, blowing past his hands holding the axe, and...

Blowing over his father's old body.

A kind of power that numbed his whole body rose up, then turned to pain, and then the anger that never went away filled his heart. He breathed heavily, his eyes were red, and he bared his teeth, trying his best to suppress the war in his heart.

He wanted to tear his father into pieces.

The same was true of Dolores. He grinned and finished the last part of the song: "Valhall! Valhall! You are the storm, you are the lightning! You are death and rebirth! Please witness! Witness our death!"

It’s like you witnessed our birth!”

The sword blade separated from the axe, and Dolores took a few steps back. Then he swung the sword blade in his hand and met the axe again. This time, it was full of murderous intent.

Kedar bent down and calmly blocked his father's attack while approaching him. The long sword was flexible, and Dolores was quite experienced. He controlled the distance firmly, preventing him from swinging the ax in his hand.

He kept waving his sword to divert his attention.

But Kedar still found an opportunity.

He suddenly took a heavy step and hit Dolores on the chest with a powerful and heavy shoulder collision. He had to take a few steps back. At the same time, the ax with cold light and air-conditioning had already struck.

"...Nice shot, kid."

Kedar quickly stepped forward and supported Dolores' body. His abdomen was cut open by the blade of the axe, and the hot internal organs and intestines flowed all over the floor. The blood rolled freely on Kedar's body, and finally they

The snow meets underfoot.

Dolores let go of his hand and the sword fell to the ground. He raised his hand with difficulty, lifted Kedar's head, and said angrily: "Your wound must be treated as soon as possible...remember what I taught you."

?"

The man nodded tremblingly.

Dolores smiled freely and fell down.

Kedar's right arm was left with a long and narrow wound. His father could still hurt him even when he was old and frail.

The desire to kill disappeared, replaced by a deep sadness that could not be resolved, but he did not show it, and no one could see his expression. Even if there were people, they could not see it from his face covered by the helmet.

What comes out?

There was only a glimpse of it from the trembling chin.

Kedar's hands were very steady. He tore open his clothes and pulled them into strips of cloth just like Dulores had taught him when he was young. He bandaged the wound. After doing all this, he stood up and took his father's hand.

With his sword, he picked up the snow and covered his body.

Keeping the sword in Dolores' hand is an ancient custom that can only be used by true warriors. The Freljord believe that the dead will one day return, and they will need weapons.

After doing all this, Kedar continued to move forward.

There were four corpses behind him, including the future of his tribe, his father, his brothers, and his siblings.

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Migration has never been an easy task, and the people of the Ibratar tribe need to do this every year - other tribes only migrate once every three years.

But they have nothing to do with magic.

I don’t know if it’s due to a curse, but iceborn will still be born in the Ibratar tribe, but no spellcasters have ever been born. People inherit their power from the frozen soil and blood. Some people can only be furnace households because they

They cannot fight. But they are keen on making weapons and armor for warriors. At the same time, they also do things like production.

Others are warriors. There are many of them, and all of them are good fighters. The fewer and stronger ones are the Iceborn. They have inherited the special power from the three ice sisters and can ignore the freezing wind and snow.

Even use those dangerous weapons made by Zhenbing.

But, for some unknown reason, no spellcaster has ever been born in the Ibratar tribe.

Wilt Crolidas Ibratar looked at the road ahead with concern. It was not far from their migration destination and the place where they were preparing to spend the winter. They only needed to climb over the mountain. But every year they migrated

Dead people, the situation this year is particularly bad. Fifteen of the furnace households froze to death and two died of starvation.

There were no casualties among the soldiers, but most of them were suffering from hunger. Wilt could see this. As the only remaining ice bloodline in the tribe and the partner of War Mother Variana, he felt quite heartbroken about this.

If we had a spellcaster—!

With this thought in mind, he turned around and motioned for the team to take a short rest. A soldier quickly passed on his order. The furnace households at the end of the team began to set up camp, while the soldiers took a short rest in place. They were on guard against possible dangers.

Any danger that comes - man, beast.

No one is trustworthy unless he is a member of the tribe.

This is one of the rules of survival in the Freljord.

Wilt walked to his partner, War Mother Variana. She looked very absent-minded, with her hand on the short ax at her waist. Seeing him coming, Variana sighed.

"How much food do we have left?"

"Only enough for five days," Wilt replied.

He then said: "How about I take the hunters out for a walk?"

"It's useless, my dear." Variana shook her head, her pale golden hair reflecting a mysterious luster under the sunlight. The young war mother smiled sadly: "The animals have left long ago.

The lake is also frozen. Even if we have you, we can't break the ice."

"We can't just watch them starve."

"We have no choice but to continue on our way."

Wilt shook his head: "More people will die, furnace owners, soldiers, even you and me."

"That doesn't matter, as long as the tribe can continue."

The young war mother replied, she looked at Wilt's blue eyes and couldn't help but stroked his cheek: "...But you'd better die behind me, Wilt Crolidas Ibrata

you."

"Otherwise?" Wilt grinned.

Varianna pulled him close and gave him a deep kiss.

After a long time, the lips parted.

Variana pretended that nothing happened, turned her head and chased him away: "Go and do your business."

Wilt smiled even brighter, he liked Variana's shyness.

Not long after they set up camp, the wind suddenly blew again. Wilt's heart, which had just become lighter because of the kiss, became heavy again.

This is a sign of the coming snowstorm.

If a blizzard breaks out, they won't be able to hit the road tonight. Let alone getting on the road, it's hard to say whether they can continue moving forward tomorrow morning. Moreover, more people may die because of this weather.

Ibratar is not a large tribe. They now only have forty-three furnace households, twenty-five warriors, and two iceborn. They cannot afford any losses.

Wilt immediately shouted to the team: "Put your tents tighter! The blizzard is coming! Be prepared! I want everyone to be prepared! Do you understand!"

He received a series of feeble but still loud shouts in reply. Even if they were starving, they still had the integrity that the Ibratar tribe should have.

An Ibratar never surrenders.

Amid the increasingly loud wind, a warrior approached him. He carried a giant sword on his back, a big beard, and three daggers hanging on his waist. His eyes were sunken: "Wilt, we have to find some food.

."

"There is no prey here, Wilhelm, you should know that."

The warrior known as Wilhelm gritted his teeth unwillingly: "Then we have to go out! Look at those furnace households, damn, they are so hungry that they can't walk! If this continues, we will have to boil snow water to drink.

Yeah, you know what’s in the snow water, right?!”

Wilt said calmly: "Calm down, Wilhelm. Don't be blinded by anger."

Wilhelm sighed: "...I'm sorry, Wilt. I'm just too excited. The furnace owners have worked hard for a year, and I thought there wouldn't be another one this year...Oh!"

He sighed heavily, and Wilt knew what he wanted to say. The furnace farmers had a good harvest this year, but they didn't get much food. They were looted and had to hand over some food in order to save people's lives. This

It also caused many people to die during the winter migration. Originally, they set out early, hoping to reach their destination quickly, but this damn wind and snow...

Patting Wilhelm, Wilt said: "Go and rest, don't stand outside. The wind and snow will come soon."

Yes, the wind and snow will come soon. In the evening, before the sun has completely disappeared, the blizzard has already set in. People are sitting in tents, enduring the cold, hunger, and fear of the future. The wind blows

The sound of the tent was so loud.

Wilt was not afraid of the cold, so he chose to stand in the snow and wind as a sentry. There was no other way, even in a blizzard someone still needed to stand sentry.

He saw a rickety light in front of him walking towards him in the wind and snow. Needless to say, he knew that it could only be Variana. Only he and Variana were Iceborn and could survive in such an environment.

Move around freely.

Sure enough, the young war mother walked towards him through the wind and snow and gave him a deep kiss again.

"This thing is really useful." She pointed at the kerosene lamp and said.

"Yes, warm-blooded people are not useless. At least the thing they sell can withstand the wind and snow." Wilt hugged her and replied.

"Do you think the snowstorm will stop tonight?" he asked.

Zhan Mu shook her head gently: "I don't think so. It looks like we have to rest here for two days."

"Okay." Wilt sighed, and then said: "If the wind and snow don't stop tomorrow, I will take people out to find food. I can't just watch the furnace households starve."

Varianna didn't speak for a while. Just when Wilt thought she was expressing her objection, she suddenly said: "Wirt, look over there."

Looking in the direction she pointed, Wilt's expression immediately became serious.

From behind their team, in the endless wind and snow, a white light was slowly approaching.

"what is that?"

"I don't know... inform everyone, Wilt!" Varianna said decisively. At the same time, she pulled out the hatchet from her waist and walked towards the end of the team.

The closer she got, the clearer she could see the scene in the wind and snow. The white light got closer, and Variana was shocked to find that there was a man standing next to the white light. He was obviously not from the Freljord.

People, but warm-blooded people outside.

He lowered his head and was reading with a book in his hand. Wherever he walked, the wind and snow stopped. It resumed roaring after he passed by and continued to wreak havoc on the earth. He completely ignored the bad weather.

The weather was good, and as he got closer, Variana could even hear him humming, as if he was on an outing.

The man seemed to have noticed her, put away the book, raised his head, smiled and nodded slightly to her: "Hello, madam."