Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

When He Shenyan saw Udyr again, there was rubble piled under his feet.

The mage deliberately reduced his presence, but did not make it completely invisible. Udyr raised his head and said hesitantly: "Mentor? Is that you?"

After removing the spell, He Shenyan smiled and said, "Yes, you have made great progress."

Udyr nodded calmly. He once again took out a stone from the bag on his waist and placed it in his palm. The mage looked up at the night sky and said, "You don't want to ask Lissandra why she gave such an order?"

?"

With a click, the stone in Udyr's hand turned into powder. He took a deep breath, stood up, and took off the cloth that blindfolded him: "Do you know the reason?"

"I don't know why she did this, but I can guess it." He Shenyan did not completely deny the matter.

"Please also inform me."

"It's very simple, Udyr. The void is suppressed below the Frostguard Fortress."

The cold wind blew by, and these two words seemed to be filled with endless chills when they came out of the mage's mouth. An indescribable trembling feeling instantly climbed up Udyr's back. He Shenyan frowned and turned around.

, he cursed a piece of trash.

"...What happened to me just now?"

The young apprentice raised his head, looked at his mentor blankly, and asked.

He Shenyan shook his head: "Remember that feeling just now, Udyr. That was the void. Besides... I'm afraid I have to leave for a while."

As he finished speaking, a portal opened under his feet, slowly engulfing the mage.

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Sigvar Half-Arrow has a shield in one hand and a sword in the other. His expression is firm but slightly uneasy.

His name is strange, but most people in the Frost Guard are like that. After they join the Frost Guard, they must abandon the surname they received from the clan, so they have to choose one of their past glory to add to the end of their name.

His name has a lot of origins, but now is not the time to tell it. He has experienced hundreds of battles, and is of ice descent. Under the care of Lissandra, he has won great achievements, honors and reputation. But when he stood in front of the fortress gate,

He still felt a little anxious while listening to the frantic screams of the brothers and sisters inside - his former brothers and sisters.

Oral Stonefist stood beside him. He was a legend among the Frost Guard. He had been fighting in the Frost Guard for half his life before Sig was born. His beard was gray and his eyes were determined. On his shoulders was a

Ice bear fur, but the only things covering his arms were faded war tattoos and dozens of iron rings, each one won from battle rituals.

No words are needed, just the moment they see him, people will know what kind of warrior Oral is. His weapon, the prestigious war hammer: Son of Thunder, is hanging behind him. The hammer head of the weapon is perfect.

Ice Wrap, its glory is only much more than that of Oral.

"Relax, kid. They... no, they can't come out just yet."

Oral didn't look very nervous. He slowly took off the war hammer behind him and held it in his hand. The wind was roaring, and they stood on the bridge, listening to the sound they made when they blew across the abyss below the bridge. It was like a woman.

The wail of a demon.

"What's going on?" Sigvar was very nervous. It was the first time he encountered such a situation, but it was understandable. After all, he had only joined the Frost Guard for less than three years.

"have no idea."

Oral weighed the warhammer in his hand and grinned, revealing a few of his sharp canine teeth, reminiscent of the deadly direwolf: "But it has to do with those dead things below the fortress. Damn it - Lissandra

Forgive me - it seems there is something wrong with the seal."

Sigvar's face turned pale: "But - how could it be possible?! Lissandra suppressed them herself!"

Oral remained calm: "Yes, boy. If they break through the seal, it means Lady Lissandra has failed."

He turned his head and looked at Sigvar who couldn't accept the news. He said slowly amidst the screams of the wind and the howls of the monsters inside the door: "But this is the meaning of our existence, boy.

Hold them until the other brothers and sisters arrive. We must suppress and seal these ugly things. You know what to do."

Sigvar closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he had regained his composure. He tapped the edge of the shield with the blade of his sword, and murmured to himself: "We are born of ice, and we return to ice. We are Lissandra's eyes.

, is the sharp blade in her hand."

Oral joined him: "We are the storms of the North, the horns of fury..."

As the two chanted, the solid door made of enchanted black iron in front of him was violently opened. Soon enough, Sigvar caught a glimpse of the first thing rushing towards him.

That abominable thing no longer looked like a human being at all. Only the horned helmet on its head still proved something. It opened its mouth wide, with fangs and sharp teeth that were constantly rotating inside.

That long, mucus-laden tongue is a match made in heaven. Purple light emanates from the thousands of eyes on its body.

Sigvar felt nothing but disgust.

He leaned down, bumped his shoulder, and let the thing roll back. At the same time, he used his shield to block the sharp claws of the second monster. Without hesitation, he stabbed out with the long sword in his hand, instantly piercing its head, and then violently stirred it.

.

Oral was not idle either. He roared wildly and slammed down his war hammer. The ice weapon created an artificial ice storm on the bridge - several monsters were frozen and then swung by him with the war hammer.

Crush them one by one.

But it's useless.

Both of them knew this. After all, they were still mortals. No matter how brave and skilled they were, they could not resist these monsters for too long. Behind them, a hoarse female voice shouted: "Get ready!"

Sigvar didn't need to look back to know who it was - Hala Ice Soul. If he worshiped Oral, then he was in excessive awe of Hala. She possessed complete fearlessness and ruthlessness. Her

Faith is indestructible, I am as deadly as winter.

Hala rushed past him, and the two deadly mandarin duck axes whizzed past, accurately cutting off the heads of the two monsters. Blood Fang and Blood Claw, those are their names. The perfect skills passed down from hundreds of years ago to this day.

Ice weapons. Hala wore her black chain mail and horned helmet, fighting bloody battles with Oral like her legendary ancestors among them.

For some reason, Sigvar felt a deep disgust.

Just looking at their twisted forms was hard for him to accept, not to mention the eyes on them that were always peeping out. Sigvar felt that a string in his mind was slowly tightening, and he was about to arrive soon.

The limit. He gritted his teeth to stop himself from thinking and focused on the battle in front of him, but it seemed that he was about to reach the limit.

how come?!

Sigvar was shocked at his own weakness - No! I refuse to be corrupted by them!

However, mortal will is useless in the face of void.

The sword blade in Sigvar's hand fell to the ground, and he began to tremble violently. Something strange was slowly taking shape under his skin. Almost in a moment, Sigvar's existence completely disappeared.

Replace them with brand new ones.

Oral let out a low roar. He had been paying attention to Sigvar and saw this situation. The old man rushed in front of him, and when his head still looked like Sigvar, he struck hard with his war hammer.

The ground shattered it.

There was no time to grieve, so he muttered in his heart, may the cold wind of the three sisters protect your soul. Then he continued to devote himself to the killing.

He knows why Sigvar was corrupted - Zhenbing.

The weapons in his and Hala's hands are the only things that have proven to be a threat to the void for thousands of years, and at the same time can ensure that the user is not corrupted. But how rare are the Zhenbing weapons? No one can make them now. These precious

One weapon is broken and one is missing. The existing Zhenbing weapons are all inherited from ancestors.

"Are you okay?! Old thing!"

He heard Hala shouting at the other end, and Oral sneered: "You rude bastard, how long until support arrives?!"

"Hold on a little longer! They will blow up the bridge soon, we just need to delay for a while! Or are you saying that you can't even hold on for this little time?"

Oral smiled and cursed the Freljord, and the warhammer smashed down again, hammering the head of the damn monster in front of him into the chest. He knew that no matter how many he and Hala could kill, it would be of no avail, and now only

They can pray that support can come quickly and blow up the bridge so that they can be buried in the abyss with them.

It's a worthy death.

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Ornkar Rocks.

The ancient god gently put down the forging hammer in his hand. He took down a huge war hammer forged for himself from the wall nearby, held it in his hand, and stared at the orange-red hammer head, thoughtfully.

Ornn knew that the Frost Witch had failed.

He was not surprised by this, it was a matter of time. The seal was something that had to be broken sooner or later. From ancient times to the present, there were no exceptions.

He carried the war hammer, and the surrounding rocks began to twist and deform according to his will, sending the god out of the mountain little by little. When he once again held the war hammer and set foot on the land of Freljord, all the

Every creature heard a low trumpet sound.

The sound of the horn came from nowhere. It was so low, yet so distant, and it contained a blood-heated fighting spirit.

Some old people said that it was Ornn's return.

Frostguard Fortress.

Lissandra was in a very bad condition at this time. She lost an arm. The Frost Witch was half-kneeling on the ground. In front of her was the ice that spread hundreds of meters, and the gleaming purple light spread in the cave again. She decided with resentment

Look at those ugly things with your eyes.

I should really be careful.

She said in her heart, after the mage finished dealing with their main body, Lissandra felt unprecedentedly tired. People always relax when they are done. Even she was no exception, so the void grabbed the only one.

Chance.

Corruption lasts only a moment.

When a guard without a perfect ice weapon saw their wreckage with his own eyes, the fate of the Frost Guard Fortress was doomed. None of the two hundred Frost Guards who came out of the wreckage were spared, and all were transformed into void creatures, with their ugly

The form mocked Lissandra for her carelessness. The Frost Witch felt nothing but shame.

She knew it was her fault.

Regardless of whether the guards have ice weapons or not, they are still mortals after all. Lissandra can protect them for a while, but she cannot protect them all. When the corruption begins, this contagious plague will infect all mortals very quickly.

But she is not a mortal, she must take responsibility, and it doesn't matter no matter how many people die for it - even her own death is acceptable and even counted.

The Frost Witch summoned the cold wind in her remaining left hand. This power born out of the void has been completely controlled by her for tens of thousands of years and turned into her own use. She once again poured the cold wind into the perfect ice in front of her, but she heard a

An impatient voice sounded from behind: "I should finish everything at once."

Lissandra didn't notice that she was relieved. She didn't speak, but worked harder to inject the cold wind into Zhenbing. He Shenyan knocked off her arm, impatiently like a student who saw two

The teacher who can't even solve a linear equation.

He glanced at the pale face of the Frost Witch and said, "Look, this is how ice is used."

Black ice similar in color to Zhen Bing suddenly emerged from the underground abyss, and Lissandra felt a chill to her bones - it had nothing to do with her body, but its function and soul. She looked at the black ice that had replaced Zhen Bing.

, he actually wanted to touch them with some fascination. But he was slapped on the hand by the mage.

He said coldly: "Don't be mean - go up there and see your mortal followers. They seem to be dying soon."

After coming back to her senses, Lissandra nodded. Ice floated under her feet, carrying her to the upper floors little by little. The mage looked at the spreading void corruption in the black ice, feeling troubled for the first time.

And frowned.

There's more than just corruption happening here.

If it was just corruption, he could have dealt with the corrupted mortals and the void debris and walked away, but the voids obviously weren't just freeloaders. At least that's the case here in the Freljord. They had a hand in the corruption.

After killing those mortals, some kind of summoning array has been set up here, and a steady stream of void creatures and their unique purple energy are constantly coming here through the summoning array.

He now has two options.

First, simply close the summoning array and kill all these ugly and deadly things - this is the simplest and most direct method.

But He Shenyan's thinking has always been different from that of normal people, so he turned to consider the possibility of the second method.

Reversal Summoning Array.

As we all know, the essence of the summoning array is to open a gap in space to allow things that exist outside the world to come over. But this method can be reversed, that is, the summoning array is turned into a teleportation array - I believe someone has already

You guessed what He Shenyan wanted to do.

Yes, he intends to do it once and for all.

But the problem is... the flow speeds between different worlds are different. He has set up surveillance in Kaer Morhen and Karma Taj, so he can control the speed of time in these two worlds so that he will not

He disappeared for more than ten years. But the dimension he was going to was a brand new, disgusting world filled with void creatures.

Not to mention the degree of danger, he was not sure if he would go there and come back and Xilia would be an adult, and then his plan would be completely out of control.

However, the temptation to settle once and for all is quite big - if he directly destroys the void, then he can directly bring over the people of Rhodeland, and the oath he made must be completed. But between completing it earlier and completing it later, he still

I'd rather choose the earlier one.

How to do?

Purple light kept brightening and dimming in the cave, and finally, his figure disappeared from the spot.

Above Frostguard Fortress.

Lissandra rose from the abyss, and the first scene she saw was the moment when the Frost Guards blew up the bridge. The explosives from the warm-blooded people played a considerable role at this time. The bridge broke, and the frost on it

The guards and the monsters fell into the abyss together. She moved her fingers slightly, and the howling cold wind formed solid ice, and rescued several Frost Guards closest to her.

She flew them to the other end of the fortress, and the Frost Guards in dark armor knelt down on one knee to her. Lissandra shook her head, and her cold voice sounded: "Frost Guards... I failed.

"

She pointed to her missing arm and actually made a little joke: "I believe you can also see this - but we still have a chance to save everything."

No one spoke, and the Frost Guards were silent and waiting for orders. They did not expect retreat or anything like that, and they did not expect goodwill. The beliefs of the Frost Guards were harsh and cold, inhumane, and full of coldness. Just like the cold

It's like ice, but that's what they want.

To deal with the void - you can only be more ruthless than them.

"How many more of us are there?" Lissandra asked.

A priest raised his head. He was very old, with a skinny and haggard face. His cheeks were sunken and his eye sockets were deep. There was only peace and indifference to death: "Less than five hundred people, my lady."

"enough."

Lissandra nodded. She finally had time to make an arm for herself out of solid ice. The arm was filled with coldness and glowed white under the moonlight. She said: "Darkness is calling, Frost Guards."

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The misty wailing flowing in the wind became more intense, and the snowflakes falling from the sky hit them, but no one wavered in the slightest. They were happy with this. Ice and snow were their allies. Ice and snow were their truth.

"Now, we're going into the abyss."

Lissandra turned back and raised her hands suddenly, a loud roaring sound sounded from the abyss, and steps made of ice appeared out of thin air. It didn't take long for those roaring echoes to disappear in the cold wind.

Then, she pointed from a distance: "Go, my warriors - death is calling, no one will remember what you have done. People will shout your names with curses and curses, there will be no honor, and there will be no stories to spread.

..."

The Frost Guards spoke in unison, continuing her words: "But the ice remains."

Lissandra watched them one after another towards death with sad eyes.