Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Udyr heard the howls of wolves coming from the forest not far away. One after another, they began to make noise at night again. However, they were still far away from him and would not invade his mind. They could still retain some humanity, and he felt

I feel quite happy about this.

I must live in isolation.

The young man thought this way and put a handful of snow on his face. Feeling the coldness, he became calmer and calmer.

Yes, I must live in isolation...

His eyes dimmed for a moment, and the tragedy a few months ago was still not erased from his mind, perhaps even in this lifetime.

On this frozen soil, there are many kinds of indescribable ancient powers. Among them, there is a group of people who are born with a deep connection with spiritual magic. They are called "Spirit Walkers", and they are shamans of fighting and rage.

.Unlike witch doctors who are proficient in poisons and healing herbs, they can only fight, and they can only fight. They work in various tribes, using their abilities in exchange for a community where they can live and train.

There is no other reason. The ancient beast spirits of Freljord are all violent and bloodthirsty. If they want to accept this power, they must give up something.

Such as reason.

Udyr was born under the blood-red moon. He showed his talent for spiritual magic when he was still young and could not even walk. He could feel the raw emotions of nearby creatures and speak before he spoke the first word.

He has been able to accept the howl of the direwolf. The mentor in the tribe said that he is destined to become a great spirit walker.

So Winter's Claw accepted this child - he was originally too thin, and in the frozen soil, such a baby would be abandoned. If you are not strong enough, you are not even worthy of living. This is not cruelty, but the experience of generations

summary.

In such a harsh environment, no matter how you protect the thin children, they will not survive. So, why not let those who are much stronger than them have more food?

Although his mentors all believe that he can easily master the various abilities of the Beast Spirit Walker, sometimes too much talent is not a good thing.

Udyr soon discovered that his talent limited his growth. Too many chaotic thoughts of other creatures filled his mind, making him almost lose his mind. At that time, he had not even begun to communicate with those primitive

Beast spirit.

Udyr couldn't accept the days when there were thousands of other voices talking in his mind. He longed for silence day and night, and longed for alone time - even if it was just for a moment.

But this wish came true in the most horrific way.

One night a few months ago, everything was business as usual. Most of the people in the Winter's Claw tribe went to bed early. Only the sentries were still on guard, but they were no match for the Frost Guards. These mysterious sworn sworn men from the Frost Witch had no problem.

Show no mercy and use their advanced ice weapons and excellent horses to kill wantonly in the camp.

They even specialize in eliminating those who show signs of spiritual magic, and Udyr is their number one target. If it weren't for the lives of several of his mentors, he would have died long ago.

With his heart filled with sorrow and his ears tortured by the screams of his tribe, Udyr lost control. He unleashed his rage and created a huge explosion of spiritual energy that even shook the tops of nearby mountains.

Collapse. Within seconds, an avalanche swept across the battlefield, forcing those despicable Frost Guards to flee.

Later, he climbed out of the snow and saw no survivors.

Everything he saw was blood and mutilated limbs everywhere. Udyr was trembling in the snow, and the remaining Winter's Claw tribe abandoned him out of fear of his destructive power. Now, he was alone.

But Udyr felt that this was better. He understood the tribe's thoughts and supported their thoughts. In his opinion, he might be more suitable to live in isolation.

The young man sighed. He touched his beard, which was not long enough to be braided into a bun. He killed a deer yesterday, and the scream of the deer was still lingering in his mind. Although the deer was still lingering in his mind.

Dill was the murderer, but he was still struck down by the huge grief for a moment, followed closely by the fear of facing death.

However, he must survive.

Now, the remains of the deer lie beside the campfire at his camp.

Slowly returning to the camp in the night, Udyr planned to go there tonight and stop eating. He didn't want to kill anything anymore in a short time. He couldn't control his abilities, and he didn't want to experience them again.

It was painful. But when he saw the man sitting next to his campfire, his spirit immediately became tense.

How could it be? I didn't sense him. Where did he appear from? No, he must be allowed to leave.

Udyr approached him slowly. The instructors taught him well. He stepped on the snow without making any footsteps.

The man had his back turned to him, as if he didn't feel Udyr's approach at all. Just when Udyr was about to touch him, he suddenly spoke: "Oh, sorry, I borrowed your bonfire.

"

He turned around, and Udyr's eyes met with his. At that moment, a huge force forced him to fall to the ground and twitched.

Looking at Udyr foaming at the mouth, He Shenyan was a little speechless. He was somewhat responsible for this matter. He was quite happy to feel that he was a naturally powerful telepath. He thought he could see how the locals behaved.

After using this ability, it turned out that this young man's talent... was a bit too strong.

But the mage really didn't expect this situation. Other psychics can also sense the emotions of people around them, but their skills are active. The young man in front of him has passive skills, and not only can he feel emotions, but he can also feel them slightly.

Take a peek at his power.

Shaking his head, He Shenyan laughed: "You're in bad luck, kid."

the next day.

where am I?

Udyr slowly opened his eyes, the stinging pain still lingering in his mind. For a while, he couldn't think about anything at all.

"Get up when you wake up."

A strange man's voice came, Udyr's eyes widened, and he immediately got up from the ground. He put on a vigilant posture, looked at the man sitting on the fallen tree trunk, and said in a hoarse voice: "You'd better

Leave quickly, stranger..."

"And you, you'd better not look into my eyes."

The man didn't even raise his head, and said with a smile in his voice: "Didn't you forget what happened last night?"

Udyr recalled it and turned pale: "You...who are you? How did you do it?"

"That's not what I did, kid. That's your own ability - it's just that you haven't mastered it yet."

The man shook his head. He didn't look at Udyr and said casually: "As for who I am... whatever, traveler, mage. You can call me whatever you want... Oh, hell, how many more do I have to say this?"

all over?"

Udyr still remained nervous, and he said loudly: "Okay, mage. You'd better leave quickly, or I will kill you."

"If you can really do this, I'm afraid a lot of people will be very happy. But..." He finally raised his head and looked directly into Udyr's eyes, which made his heart skip a beat, but

But the situation last night did not happen again.

The mage suddenly said: "How long have these symptoms lasted?"

Udyr didn't realize what he was saying for a moment: "...What?"

"How long have you been having this symptom, this passive acceptance of the emotions of all the creatures around you?" the mage asked patiently.

After hesitating for a while, Udyr still told him: "...from when I was born to now."

The mage raised his eyebrows, a little surprised: "Oh, this is a bit strange...Okay, I'll keep it short. Do you want to get rid of this symptom?"

Of course he wanted to, how could he not want to? This ability was not a gift to Udyr, nor did it make his life better. On the contrary, he couldn't even hunt like other Freljordians.

——Because he will hear the dying sounds of those prey and feel their consciousness, which is tantamount to killing himself once with his own hands.

Looking at Udyr's eager eyes, He Shenyan laughed: "It seems the answer is obvious."

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"Continue." He Shenyan said.

Walking on the snow-capped mountains, Udyr followed the mage. He was blindfolded and walked cautiously. He held a stone in his hand, but he accidentally crushed it into pieces.

Udyr took out a new stone from the pocket on his waist and put it in his hand. He tried his best to feel the feeling of the stone in his hand. At the same time, he held it tightly. Because he was blindfolded,

He can't see the road, so his passive perception is maximized. He can see the surrounding scenery and roads in another way.

This perspective was very strange. While it fascinated him, it also made him feel vaguely uneasy, because Udyr could 'see' that not far ahead, there was a bottomless darkness suppressing under a fortress. Just gently.

One glance made him tremble all over, but it was the mage who patted his shoulder that brought him back to his senses.

"When you can do it without crushing the stone, and at the same time completely open your mind to accept this information, we can move on to the next step."

He Shenyan looked at Udyr with a strange expression on his face. This young man's talent was so good that it was exaggerated. The training method he gave to Udyr came from those ancient druids, who could also communicate with wild spirits.

The soul can transform into a beast, so there is also a lot of training for psychic telepaths.

What Udyr is doing now is one of them, which is simply named 'Stone'. The trainees are required to walk blindfolded while completely opening their minds to accept things from the outside world. This process usually makes their bodies

Unconsciously, mental strength will also act on their bodies. Unknowingly, they will surpass ordinary people's physical fitness and reach a new realm.

But this is not enough to complete the training. They also have to ensure that they use all their strength without crushing the stone in their hands. When they retract and release, they must be able to retract and release freely. And this is just He Shenyan.

The first step in a training plan tailored for him, such as his ability to feel the emotions of the creatures around him all the time...

If this ability is properly utilized, it can have miraculous effects when combined with some mental magic. But he must master it first. The black cloth Udyr used to blindfold his eyes can help him temporarily block those feelings, which also allows him to perform the first step.

Current training.

Funny, I haven't trained as a telepath before.

"Where are we going, mentor?" Udyr asked. He seemed to be able to see the road in front of him, and jumped over the stone in front of him with a slight jump. The mage floated on the snow, flying in front of him.

Although He Shenyan didn't admit it, Udyr had already started calling him mentor.

"My Frost Guard Fortress - the fortress of the Frost Guards. Have you heard of it?"

"...I have seen the Frost Guards. It was they who killed my mentor and many people in the tribe." Udyr was silent for a while and then said.

"Really? Haha..." He Shenyan smiled inexplicably: "Don't you want to know why they attacked you?"

Udyr replied calmly: "The Frost Guards have never dealt with us. They only carry out the orders of the Frost Witch, attacking and killing everywhere. If possible, of course I want to know."

"You will get your chance, but not now, Udyr."

The young man, blindfolded by a black cloth, patiently waited for the next step.

"There are some very dark... very ancient things hidden under the Frostguard Fortress. If you 'see' them, I'm afraid you will lose your consciousness at that moment and become a corrupted puppet. So, in

When you haven't fully mastered your abilities, it's best not to get close there. Just stay here and wait for me."

"What about you?"

"Of course I want to talk to that Frost Witch. Damn it...I won't say those words again, right?" He Shenyan muttered and disappeared in a flash.

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The Frostguard Fortress stands among the mountains, with a bottomless abyss underneath it. The sound of the cold wind blowing through it was so miserable that it was named the Howling Abyss.

A bridge floated by magic is the only way for Frostguard Fortress to connect with the outside world. It is heavily guarded. An ancient statue is located in the center of the bridge. He holds a sword and wears a horned helmet. But he has no ears and is covered.

The eyes and mouth were also sewn shut. This is one of the creeds of the Frost Guards: don't listen, don't see, don't speak.

Complete silence.

He Shenyan overlooked the magnificent building below. This fortress existed almost as long as the Freljord. Although he was very interested in archeology, now was not the time to do such a thing. He could feel that he

The person you are looking for is in the fortress on the cliff ahead.

He easily broke through the defense lines that were constantly patrolling the bridge. No one would be prepared for enemies from the air, not to mention he used that little trick. When he came to the outside of the fortress wall, he walked through the wall and entered it.

There is no light in the hall of the fortress, and coldness and ice are the main themes here. Some ancient carvings on the ceiling sway monotonously with the chandelier, making a hoarse sound. There are obviously no windows here, but the cold wind comes from nowhere.

It just echoed in the hall.

He Shenyan turned his head, looked at the seemingly sleeping figure on the throne in the hall, and said, "There are guests coming, but the master still pretends to be asleep. Isn't it not good?"

"What kind of guest is an uninvited guest?"

The figure raised his head, and the hall suddenly lit up. Blue flames were burning in the surrounding braziers. Sitting on the throne was a graceful woman. She was wearing a blue dress and her long white hair was spread out behind her head.

. draped over the throne, her eyes were covered, and her light blue skin exuded crystal white light.

Her voice is like ice.

"Really? But I remember that I clearly informed you that I was coming to visit." He Shenyan smiled casually, summoned his favorite chair, and sat down opposite her.

"He Shenyan, traveler, mage...I still said it."

"Lissandra."

"So, let's talk about business?" He Shenyan spread his hands and asked.

"Business? What is business?" An intriguing smile appeared at the corner of Lissandra's mouth. She held her face and asked casually: "Frost Guard Fortress does not need help from outsiders, especially mages like you."

"That's really interesting, because in my opinion, you are also a mage."

Shaking her head slightly, Lissandra said slowly: "You don't understand what is being suppressed under this fortress."

"Isn't it just void?"

There was a crisp sound, and the sound of cracking came from Lissandra's throne. She corrected her sitting posture without changing her expression, and then said: "How do you know?"

The mage smiled and said: "You don't need to know this. In short, I am here to inform you, not to discuss with you what I want to do."

The smile on his face disappeared in an instant, and he performed a unique skill of changing his face. The mage stood up, and the chair disappeared. He said calmly: "I can see what kind of deal you have made with those things - you

He's really a lunatic, isn't he? He actually wants to master the power of the void."

Lissandra was stiff and unable to move. She thought of those people who were sealed in the Perfect Ice because they resisted her, and for the first time she felt frightened. And the source of all this was just a glance from the mage.

"No wonder I've always felt strange... The Iceborn are few in number and powerful. But they all carry a dark aura. It turns out that you are their source."

The mage strolled to the throne, reached out and caressed Lissandra's cheek, and took off the blue crown she used to cover her eyes. Her eyes had two burn scars and were tightly closed at this time.

, there is nothing underneath the eyelids, apparently even the eyeballs have been removed.

He felt Lissandra's trembling and said maliciously: "How does it feel to make a deal with the void?"

He is asking questions knowingly, which is natural. Throughout the ages, anyone who wants to do business with the things in the other world will die miserably, and at the same time, a lot of innocent people will be implicated. And the void...

Although the void is not a thing from the other world, they have similarities. For example, they have endless greed and pure malice towards the world of the living. Dealing with this kind of thing is more dangerous than seeking skin from a tiger.

Lissandra gritted her teeth. She rarely became so emotional, but she had to do it now. She took a few deep breaths, her attitude suddenly softened, and she begged: "No, you don't understand... You can't...

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