Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Silence is today's Ornkar Rock Land.

Of course, I'm talking nonsense. No one comes to this place in winter, so of course it's silent.

He Shenyan glanced at the ground. He saw the sand that looked like it had been burned by flames, and could clearly feel the hot breath in the air. He tentatively spread out the tentacles of his spiritual power.

, not long after, the earth began to shake again.

"You are really tall enough."

He Shenyan raised his head, looked at the black shadow in front of him and said.

"who are you?"

Aoun's eyes were full of doubts. He suddenly felt a powerful aura appear in the rocky land. There was no warning, and it appeared very suddenly. After he hurried out, what he saw was an ordinary human being.

Ordinary?

Ornn stared at him, and the human looked quite relaxed, as if he was not standing in front of Ornn, but walking near his home.

"Oh... I have to say it again." He Shenyan complained half-jokingly, and then introduced himself: "Mage, traveler. From the east... You can call me He Shenyan."

Aoun's voice was like rolling thunder and boiling magma, and his tone was firm: "You are not human."

The mage raised his eyebrows: "Forgive me for not agreeing with this. Why do you think I don't look like a human being?"

He pointed at his face and asked with a smile.

Ornn replied dully: "There are many...and, humans cannot be so powerful."

"Okay, man. As much as I'd like to argue with you on this issue, I didn't come all the way to have a debate with you just to hold a debate on this issue."

"Ornn."

Looking at the ancient god of Freljord in front of him, the God of Forging who was highly respected in their myths and legends, He Shenyan got down to business: "Do you know the void?"

"..."

Aoun was silent for a while, and his body turned red, like flowing magma. After a while of squirming, he changed his body to be about the same size as a mage: "I know."

He is quite polite.

He Shenyan smiled and continued: "The people of Freljord call you the protector of Furnace. They think that you are completely different from other old gods. Unlike your sisters, every rebirth not only brings hope

.It also heralds a huge threat. Not like your violent brothers. They seem to use you as a symbol of some kind of spirituality."

"...It's just the humble opinion of mortals." Aoun didn't seem to adapt to such praise. He knocked on his horn and said: "The void was suppressed by the Frost Witch under the Howling Abyss... They can't come out.

of."

"Maybe. But any seal will be broken. This is an inevitable rule. Although I have never met the Lissandra you mentioned, I have already dealt with the void. I guess, you are too. You should know them.

How difficult it is.”

Ornn knew what the mage was talking about. Lissandra's seal could not last long. Those who stared into the abyss were also stared into by the abyss. And the void was not just "difficult", in the Freljord

In ancient times, He and his brothers and sisters led the barbaric humans to fight against the abominable alien monsters for hundreds of years.

There were countless casualties, and Anivia even had to use her own frost to permanently change the terrain of Freljord. It turned into frozen soil. Frost was very useful to them at the beginning, but later only the ultimate ice could stop it.

They. So Volibear used his thunder and lightning in addition to his fangs and claws, as did Ornn, and his flames roared non-stop.

Those long-past days and nights have forever changed this land, and also changed him and his brothers and sisters. Recalling the past, Ornn's eyes became a little scary.

He said slowly: "If they really get out of trouble, I will be the first to go to the battlefield."

"Ah, you are much more reliable than most of the gods I know. However, I have another suggestion."

"Instead of waiting for them to escape, why not strike first?"

"The Freljord has no army, and Volibear and I alone cannot solve them." Ornn shook his head: "What's more, my brother may have already fallen into madness at this time. He is addicted to blood and killing.

too long."

"We don't need an army."

The mage's words made Aoun frown: "What are you talking about-"

As soon as He spoke his words, He Shenyan's originally harmless figure suddenly changed in front of him. The air began to become viscous, and the ground let out an overwhelmed wail. The sunlight and the surrounding scenes disappeared in an instant.

Only deep darkness remained. Red thunder was boiling in his eyes, and the destructive power caused the surrounding space to collapse bit by bit.

The next second, Aoun came back to his senses. The scene around him did not change. They were still standing on the rocky ground, and the mage still looked the same. He looked like an ordinary human with no characteristics other than being handsome and excessively pale.

but......

The ancient god looked at him deeply and nodded: "If you have this level of power, it will even be easy to kill them with your backhand."

"But, I have a question."

"Why are you doing this?"

Aoun's question did not go beyond the mage's expectation. He smiled casually: "Interests, hobbies, whatever you want to understand. Don't be fooled by my appearance. Maybe I am also addicted to killing, but compared to the death of human beings,

I prefer to hear the screams of those aliens before they die."

Aoun shook his head and said succinctly: "You don't have that kind of madness."

He Shenyan sighed helplessly and said: "You really don't have any sense of humor, man. Of course I'm joking - why are you looking at me like that? Isn't this joke funny? But let's get down to business."

He looked at Aoun, his smile and helpless expression disappeared, leaving only a calm state: "...Do I need a reason?"

Aoun must admit that he was relieved until he saw the mage like this. Willfulness is the privilege of the strong.

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The tall elk in front of him collapsed suddenly, and its body made a dull thud on the ice. Kedar gasped and pulled out his ax from its neck. Blood spattered, causing heat in the air.

A lot of blood was spilled on the ax handle, but it was all absorbed by the hand wraps in the next second.

For wild animals and humans in the frozen soil, the overlord of the mountain forest is not the bear or the wolf. It is these elk. After all, bears and wolves only come out to look for food when they are hungry. But the elk will chase you because of a little curiosity.

Eight hundred miles away, as long as you are nudged by the horns on their heads, you can immediately pray to the sheep spirit.

Kedar put the ax at his side and pulled out a short knife from his waist. He chased the elk for a long time. During this season, they usually wander in groups in the mountains. Freljord

Most of the adult elk are about 4 meters tall, and they run with astonishing momentum. This lone elk is still underage, and may have been abandoned by the group.

He couldn't finish the elk, so he didn't even take off its cold antlers. Elk antlers are not only a symbol of force in the tribe, but also a precious material. The witch doctors can use their mysterious magic to communicate with frozen

The ancient natural spirit sleeping in the soil, mixed with various materials, can use elk antlers as the main body to allow ordinary warriors to temporarily gain the power of the Iceborn.

After taking this potion, the Iceborn can even temporarily regain the unrivaled power of their ancestors.

Kedar used a short knife to enlarge the wound on its neck a little, and then went up to it and drank the blood. It was not that he wanted to drink blood like this, but that there was no clean water source. Even if he wanted to drink the unclean snow water, he would do it.

No - he doesn't have a pot.

After temporarily quenching his thirst, he wiped his mouth. The traces of blood dyed his beard red, which looked particularly scary. But there was no need for him to care about his image. Kedar picked up the ax and chopped hard on the elk.

on the back leg, and then rubbed the small mark on the tail of the ax handle with his hand.

With a bang, the dark red ax surface turned orange-red. Kedar held the ax carefully, not letting the ax surface come into direct contact with the cut off hind leg. Then he turned the hind leg little by little and brought the fur and meat together.

After being roasted, he put down the axe.

Looking at the poor-looking hind legs in front of him, Kedar shook his head regretfully.

After spending ten years in Ionia, his appetite has long been cultivated. Are you kidding? What did he eat in Ionia? A dish can be eaten every day for a year. As a craftsman,

He is a good fisherman and has no family to support. He can even go to a town not far from the village to eat out every day.

Recalling the drunken shrimp and braised pork in their store, Kedar smashed it, tore off the rotten skin of the front and rear legs, and ate it. The original elk hind leg didn't even have salt, so that's what he ate.

Locally grown, original flavor.

So damn authentic.

After eating with a frown and a grimace, Kedar cut off a hind leg, cut some strips of meat from the elk's belly, hung it on his belt and went away. He threw the elk's carcass where it was.

He knew who would find it, but that was not his concern.

Want to return to Winter's Claw?

Kedar was a little lost in thought when he thought about this problem. In fact, he just thought that the tribe would definitely not welcome him. But now that he has fulfilled his oath... where should he go?

After walking for a long time, he took a rest on a cliff. If he couldn't find a cave that could shelter from the wind tonight, or a slope leeward, he would have to spend the night on this cliff.

Just as he was thinking this, voices and heavy footsteps came from the road going down the mountain in front of him. Kedar stood up with his eyes narrowed, and his hand had already touched the ax handle.

Flashing lights illuminated the surroundings, and a young girl wearing animal skin armor and two hatchets hanging from her waist appeared in front of him. Kedar did not despise her because of her youth, Freljord

Women are not easy to mess with. Especially the girl's long pale blond hair, which has obvious Ice origin characteristics, which makes him even more cautious.

He released his hand from the ax handle, not wanting to fight if necessary. Kedar raised his hands and said sincerely: "I have no ill intentions, I am just a passerby. I will leave soon."

The girl held the kerosene lamp in her hand higher, looked at his face carefully, and then hooted briefly behind her, imitating the hoot of an owl in the forest, which she imitated very much.

Kedar put his hand on the ax handle again.

A man came up from behind her, holding a long sword on his waist. His beard was neatly tied on his chin, his hair was messy, and his eyes were full of exhaustion. He walked up to the girl, and the two chatted briefly.

For a moment, Kedar was a little unsure of their thoughts.

After a while, the man walked towards him and stopped at a safe distance: "Wirt Ken Ibratar, we are from the Ibratar tribe. Stranger, why are you alone? Immediately

It’s almost winter.”

Kedar knew what he meant. In the Freljord in winter, no one could survive alone. This is true for humans, and it is true for animals as well.

He was silent for a while, not knowing whether he should tell the truth: "...Kedar Lowe Darwell. I just, alas."

Kedar sighed. He didn't want to lie or tell the truth, so he said: "Listen, I have no intention of conflict with you, I will leave, okay?"

As he spoke, he backed away. But Wilt suddenly frowned and said, "Wait, I've heard of this name... you are from the Winter's Claw tribe!"

These four words seemed to touch some incredible switch, and a wolf howl came, and Wilt also responded with a wolf howl. The cliff returned to calm again, and the girl walked up to him, her hand already pressed on the ax on her waist.

She said sternly: "I am the war mother of the Ibratar tribe, Variana Roxa Ibratar. Are you really from the Winter's Claw? Answer me, Kedar Lo Da

Will.”

Kedar sighed in annoyance. He had never seen this tribe, but apparently his tribe had done some good things. Their way of survival had never changed. When others were busy looking for land suitable for farming, they were

Robbery. While others are hunting, they are also robbing. They are either robbing or on the way to robbing.

They make a living from this.

"Listen, I do come from Winter's Claw. But I have nothing to do with them anymore. I was expelled from the tribe."

The young war mother's expression changed. No one would joke about being expelled from the tribe, and no one would say such things in order to survive. For a Freljordian, being expelled from the tribe is even worse than

Dying on a soft bed is even more unacceptable.

"How do you prove your words?"

But she still had doubts.

"I can't prove what I said, and I don't want to prove it. Just like this, I will make a way out and let your tribe pass. I don't know what the Winter's Claw has done to you, but it has nothing to do with me." Dark untied it.

He held the ax on his shoulder and backed away slowly.

Wilt suddenly said: "Are you from the Ornkar Rock?"

"...Why do you ask?"

"This road is the road leading to the rocky land. I have walked it many times. If you came from there, have you seen a warm-blooded mage? Black robe and black hair." He asked.

"No, I didn't see anyone along the way."

Varianna nodded: "Very good, you can leave. May the flame of the God of Forge illuminate the road ahead of you."

Dark left silently, tightening his grip on the axe.

"Just let him leave like this?"

Staring at Dark, the young war mother immediately asked after he completely left.

"We cannot stand a battle, and...my Variana, you are too young to know who he is."

Wilt seemed to be completely relieved, and the hair on his forehead was even soaked with cold sweat: "Dark Lo Darwell Winter's Claw... You haven't heard of this name, because he is

He disappeared ten years ago. But before that, he was the sharpest claw of Winter's Claw."

"Why are you so afraid? Our people have clearly laid an ambush, but you actually don't let them take action?"

"Because I saw with my own eyes that he tore apart the encirclement of ten people and killed them all one by one with an axe. Do you know what his title is? 'Soldier without Scars', I can actually see him again today.

He...ha."

Wilt let out a cold snort of unknown meaning, raised his head and looked at the night sky: "Should we rush on our way, or should we camp and rest now, my war mother?"

Varianna didn't speak, she just stared at Wilt, which made the latter a little strange. He scratched his head and asked: "What's wrong?"

"You think I'm too young, don't you? I know you think I'm too young as a partner."

This sudden sentence made Wilt seem to have been hit hard, and he almost couldn't breathe: "...What? How could you have such an idea? I didn't say anything!"

"You said it, you said I was too young and didn't know who he was."

"Isn't that true?"

Varianna looked at him expressionlessly, and her wolf-like gaze made him feel cold all over. Finally, Varianna slowly spoke, but she asked a very incomprehensible question: "Are you full tonight?

?”

"You're full, what's wrong?"

"Very well, come to my tent tonight."

After saying this, she turned around and left. Her pale golden ponytail swung in the night sky, obviously angry. Wilt shouted: "Where are you going?"

"Let the campers set up camp! You'd better be ready, Wilt, or you won't be able to walk tomorrow and no one will help you."

She said coldly.

"..." Wilt stood there with a puzzled look on his face, not knowing what he had done wrong to make her so angry. Wilhelm walked slowly from the bottom of the cliff, smiling very much.

Rampant: "Looks like someone is going to be unlucky tonight."

"what are you talking about?"

"Oh, come on, Wilt. The tent is not soundproof, but we know you were tortured by her."

"...I let her, what do you know?"

Wilhelm burst into indescribable laughter in the face of Wilt's murderous gaze: "Oh, so you are asking for mercy in order to give in to her? You are really good at giving in!"

Wilt gritted his teeth, threw a few words from his throat, and then left here immediately: "...Shut up, Wilhelm, you damn old bastard."