Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Of course Ornn remembered him.

For an old god like him who has existed since ancient times, time is just a toy in the palm of his hand. But for a god like Ornn who would rather stay by his own furnace for hundreds of years, a profound impression

The mortals deserve to be remembered by Him for a long time.

Such as the one in front of him.

Although he has grown from the little kid back then to a bigger kid, and can be considered a qualified warrior. His face is also obscured by a beard, and his eyes are full of sadness and exhaustion, but Ornn still sees him at a glance.

I recognized him. Not by his face, but by his will.

He muttered, "What do you want from me?"

He seemed to have no consciousness of being a god at all. He looked just like a man who had to put down his work and go out to deal with the neighbor's child because he kept knocking on the door.

"I received a revelation - the great Ornn, from a god from the east. According to the oath I swore to you, I came back to inform you. Volibear - He is back!"

Just because of this.

It's hard for Aoun to express his current mood. He was originally making a dagger. He rarely makes such delicate gadgets, and he is a craftsman who is very picky about his works. Therefore, what he makes is in line with human beings.

A dagger the size of a toothpick is not even a toothpick to Him.

For this, He even had to spend a hundred years thinking about how to reduce his size. Not long after the furnace was finally turned on, the child came back and kept calling Him. The result was because of something He had known for a long time.

.

but......

He looked at Kedar standing in front of him and said slowly: "You have done a good job, I already know it."

A stiff smile appeared on Kedar's face, and then he fell down. He was too exhausted, not only physically, but also mentally. Ornn watched him fall to the ground and reached out to pick him up.

of that ax.

"Well......"

From His point of view, this ax was extremely crude. But because of this, there was room for improvement. The Forging God, who looked quite like a humanoid goat, smiled and touched his beard. He

It was a few hundred meters away from Kedar. Then it spit out flames from its mouth, lighting up half of the night sky.

The extremely high-temperature flames caused the ax head to gradually deform. At this moment, he took out a hammer and an iron felt from nowhere. He began to tap on the ax head, and the clanking sound lasted until dawn.

Ornn was known to be critical of his own work, and the same was true for this ax that was not made by his own hands. After everything was completed, he finally tapped the end of the ax handle gently with a hammer, sealing the mark.

He left his mark.

Putting the ax back to Kedar's side, Aoun's big iron-like hands brushed the air above Kedar's body. The hot air flow made him lying on the ground open his brows. It dispelled the cold outside and connected with him.

After feeling the corrosive coldness in his body, Aoun turned around and left.

How short is the life of mortals? Most of them don't even survive the time it takes Ornn to conceive a work. But because of this, their lives are extremely brilliant. Ornn has met many people like Kedar, who

The image of the boy who accidentally lost his footing and fell off the cliff out of fun gradually overlapped with the image of the warrior who fell to the ground due to exhaustion.

He began to recall the past.

Every summer, people come to this rocky land above His foundry to spend the summer. The climate here becomes warmer than other places because of Ornn's presence. This is very important. They will offer some of Him to Ornn.

Things that he is not interested in at all. Aoun never appears, does not accept their sacrifices, and does not communicate with them.

Except Kedar.

At the moment when he lost his footing and fell off the cliff, Orn was not working on the work. He drove the rock and saved the child. Orn later felt regretful. He clearly only needed to drive the rock to bring him back.

Why show up?

Kedar recognized who Aoun was the first time he saw him. Aoun, who was very troubled by this curious child, had to coax him, or even beg him to go back. He really didn't want to

Communicate with people.

A child is a child after all, and it was quite bluffing for Aoun to say with a straight face that he had a mission for him.

He still remembered what he said.

"I have a mission for you, child. You need to leave here and replace me to monitor my brother - you may have heard of his name. Volibear."

What He didn't expect was that these words made Kedar make an oath. He was still young at the time, but he made the oath with a serious face: "I will be your eyes and monitor Him for you. I will not stop until death."

.This is the oath of Ke'dar from Winter's Claw!"

Ornn later paid attention to him in his spare time and watched him grow up little by little. But because of that stupid oath, he had to leave his hometown - the reason is very simple. The Winter's Claw tribe is quite popular with Volibear for its cruel and ruthless style.

of love.

Ornn understands his brother. In his eyes, Volibear is the embodiment of barbarism in the world. He is proud of brutal killing and hunting. He also requires all mortals to abide by his "ancient way", but the paths of mortals should be guided by

They make their own decisions instead of being interfered by by old gods like them who have been eliminated by time.

When Kedar grew up and learned about the conflict between his oath and the tribe, he left without a word. Not even leaving an explanation, and Ornn knew the mortals of this land. Kedar's actions will undoubtedly

interpreted as betrayal.

The tribe raised you, and now it's your turn to serve the tribe. Just like all the ancestors before you, Kedar left quietly.

He said he called me with the blood of his father and brothers...

Ornn narrowed his eyes, and the silent blacksmith walked back to his mountains and continued to forge daggers without saying a word.

When it was completely light, Kedar slowly woke up.

He didn't wake up on his own, but was pecked awake by a seagull. The damn beast tore off a strand of his beard. Kedar quickly grabbed it with quick eyes and hands while feeling heartbroken, and then broke its neck.

Consider it for breakfast today.

He stood up and found a brand-new giant ax placed next to him. Kedar's eyes were immediately attracted to the ax. In his eyes, this ax was now the most attractive thing in the world.

The rough arc of the dark red ax body became perfect and fierce. Just looking at its sharp edge made Kedar feel a sting in his eyes. The handle even became brand new, even more careful.

He was wrapped in hand wraps, and under those hand wraps were ancient characters that kept flashing.

Kedar picked up the ax with trembling hands, and the warrior's instinct made him swing it twice. Flames immediately swelled in the air, and the unlucky seagull body turned into charcoal together with the surrounding sand, and Kedar was stunned.

This doesn't matter at all.

He just stroked the dark red surface of the axe, feeling the beating power of the flames contained in it, and then once again tightened his grip on the handle that was engraved with ancient characters. His fingers touched the small mark on the end of the handle.

He grinned.

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He Shenyan flipped through the books in his hand. He had been worrying about collecting knowledge before, so he just created a small spell by himself during the three days on the ship.

The principle is not complicated, even simple. He only needs to release the mental tentacles, and then set a small task goal for them in some form: for example, scan all the things that can be called books on the surrounding earth, and collect those

After writing down the contents of the book, he brought it back. Considering the strength of his soul, it would be a piece of cake for his mental tentacles to do this.

Then he made a book that could store a lot of knowledge, threw the knowledge collected by the tentacles into it, and then sorted it out.

Nothing makes him more happy than reading. He Shenyan sometimes feels that he may have a reading habit. No matter what kind of knowledge he has, he absorbs it all. Now he has seen the tribal customs of Freljord.

The residents of this land generally conform to outsiders' imaginations of them, being savage, cruel, and ruthless - but they are not born like this, nor are they like this all the time. The people of Freljord are actually quite romantic, and their tentacles have appeared on more than one occasion.

Some parchment rolls were found in abandoned villages or houses left behind by migration.

The history of ancestors, of course, is the most numerous. But the second most numerous are all kinds of love poems, with bold and hot words. Many of them made the mage shake his head after reading them - good guy. There are three of them in the whole 500 words.

A hundred words means I want to have sex with you.

What kind of love poem is this?

He closed the book and thought of the breath he felt last night. It seemed that the people of the Ibratar tribe had not pointed him to the wrong path, and he was going in the right direction.

The mage can scan their respective locations and visit them one by one, but that would be impolite. Looking along the road to visit is different from throwing a rock at someone's window before visiting. If you choose the latter, forget it.

If you come to your door with a gift, people will probably think that you are here to cause trouble.

Looking at the mountains in front of him, he slowly flew up. The scenery in the snow was indeed good, but it was a pity that after looking at the white for a long time, no matter how hard I said it, I would get tired of it. It was not like a female hairless naked ape legs wrapped in some kind of black silk fabric.

It allows people to keep watching while they can't put it down.

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"I'm glad to see you're safe, be careful."

Sitting opposite Shen and Jie is a short yordle - this sentence may sound a bit ambiguous, after all, every yordle is quite short. However, even among them, Kennen can be regarded as the tallest.

The shortest batch.

Kenan was wearing purple tights, with furry claws exposed behind the wooden gauntlets. He held up a cup of hot tea, pulled down the mask that covered his face, and took a sip.

Shen was a little unsure of Kanan's purpose in coming here.

Of course he knew Kennen. The Kinkou sect has a long history and is scattered throughout Ionia. Kennen is the oldest member among them. He is the first and only Furious Heart. The sect has two members who are constantly changing.

Duties, or responsibilities, whatever you want to call them.

Eye of Twilight, Fist of Shadow.

The Eye of Twilight stands proudly in the world, looking at every corner between the spiritual realm and the material realm with cold and ruthless eyes.

The Fist of Shadows spends every penny. They kill the most people, and the same goes for evil spirits.

After leaving his hometown, Kennen traveled around the world and came to Ionia. Here, he met the nascent Cult of Balance. After watching for a long time, he not only had a new understanding of the meaning of balance and was accepted by

Attracted, I realized one more thing.

A balanced leader also needs another person, someone who seeks common ground while reserving differences. This person must prevent the "fist" with strong fighting spirit from suppressing the "eye" that is calm and introspective, and also prevent the "eye" from being too arrogant and indifferent to block the "fist".

'action.

Since yordles can exist in both the spiritual and physical realms at the same time, Kennen volunteered. The Kinkou accepted him, and he has been serving as the Heart of Fury to this day. His duty is to make judgments and decide how to act to better protect the people.

balance.

But...if he didn't appear when Ku said he died, what does his appearance mean now?

Jie took the initiative to speak: "Master Kainan, I wonder if you know about Master Kushuo?"

"He is no longer a master, Jie."

Kennan's voice sounded quite like that of a young child, but the determination contained in it made it easy to realize the difference between him and a young child.

"What do you mean?"

"This is my dereliction of duty - I return to Yodel City every fifty years. I am afraid that Kushuo came into contact with something else during the time I left. He was far away from the equilibrium, and I was away because of my departure.

Ionia has been unable to discover this for too long."

"what?"

Shen asked, his hands on his knees clenched tightly.

"Something very deep, very ancient. Something that you are not suitable to know now... Let's talk about business. Who is the owner of this tower?"

Kennan changed the subject.

"A traveler, a mage. A...person worthy of my respect," Jie replied.

Kenan smiled, then turned to Shen: "As far as I know, he killed your father, right?"

Shen didn't have a big reaction to this: "Yes, but my father has gone astray. He has deviated from the balance. Such an order should not appear in the sect under any circumstances. It should not be implemented by us. It is only right to kill people to pay for their lives."

"Very good, you are right. But the sect is currently in danger. The Eye of Twilight is dead, the Fist of Shadows is nowhere to be found, and now only me and the other remaining members of the cult are left." Kennan nodded.

He didn't need to ask, Shen knew what he wanted to say.

"I'm afraid I'm not qualified for the position of Eye of Twilight yet, Master. I'm still too young and immature." Shen lowered his head and said.

"Of course I know this. The most valuable thing in a person is self-knowledge, Shen. If you can understand your own shortcomings, you will already be better than many people."

"That's it. If the day comes when I really need you, I will come back and inform you. As for now, the balance of Ionia does not require two young people to join in it."

"Besides, please learn more from that traveler, he is far better than the rest of us."

After he finished speaking, his figure disappeared in a flash of lightning, and a crackling sound passed by. The yordle disappeared in an instant, and the cup of tea had been finished long ago, leaving only Jie and Shen in the room.

"...Do you still remember the story of Taga (ga, three tones) Qili, the founder of Balance?"

Shen turned his head, looked at his white-haired brother, and asked slowly.

"Of course I remember."

Tagaqili, the founder of the Kinkou Sect, a wise man who has died long ago but has deeply influenced many people.

At that time, Ionia experienced a large-scale war. They rebuilt their homeland amidst the devastation after the war. It was in this environment that Patriarch Tagaqili met Kenan.

No one knows exactly how Kennan was attracted to the Balance. But there is a reason why the founder of Tagaqili realized the way of Balance.

After the war, Ionia became unstable due to the dead creatures. New deaths occurred every day, and the evil spirits from the spiritual realm harassed the civilians all the time. In such an environment, equilibrium was first born.

Yes. They drove away the evil spirits that caused trouble and killed the bullies who caused trouble in the village. They upheld justice and maintained balance.

When did the equilibrium become like this?

Killing a group of civilians to maintain the equilibrium...has the equilibrium changed, or have we changed?

Shen asked himself, but could not get an answer. This gap in belief made him particularly painful, but Jie was different. He raised his head and said, "Do you still remember the story of Patriarch Tagaqili and Master Kainan?"

Hundreds of years ago, when Kennan first joined the Kinkou sect, Tagaqili once asked him, as a yordle, what he admired most about human beings.

"Your stories. You have many stories." Kennan's eyes widened. "Human life is short, but your stories inherit the things you cherish most. That's why you are suitable to protect the two realms, far better than any other."

Immortal."

Under the clear sky and scorching sun, Kennan expressed his thoughts and how he wanted to do his best to contribute to the balance. The Patriarch listened carefully and thought about it again and again.

"You will all die one day," Kennan added happily. "But I am willing to carry your story on my back. The story of the Kinkou."

After hearing this, Patriarch Ta Ga Qili said with a smile, "This thought is noble and righteous, but this trip has a long and arduous task."

Subsequently, Kennen joined the Kinkou and serves as the Furious Heart to this day. The yordles are creatures with infinite lifespan, and they seem to never grow old.

Jie slowly said: "We may make mistakes. But there is no need to dwell on the mistakes for too long, my brother. Mistakes are not terrible, but not reflecting on them is terrible. We will not make the mistakes of Master Kushu - and Kennan

The teacher will pass on our story."

Shen didn't say anything. He just stood up calmly. His whole person looked completely different. When he turned around, Jie saw the purple light in his eyes: "The way of balance...exists among all things. I finally understand, Jie.

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