Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Kedar did not speak, but Sejuani frowned, even though she was not a deterrent at her age: "He saved me!"

But the guy obviously didn't take her words seriously, and still raised his bow. Kedar stretched out his hand to push her behind him, and said: "The agreement is completed, Sejuani. You have returned to the tribe."

After he finished speaking, he wanted to turn around and leave. Sejuani's expression became a little strange. At this time, another voice spoke: "Is that the scar Dolores left on you?"

Kedar turned her head. The person who came was white-haired, and her face looked a bit younger compared to her hair, although the wrinkles had indeed left indelible marks on it. Her remaining right eye looked at Kedar calmly.

, without any weapons on his hands or waist.

He looked down at his right arm and said, "Yes."

Xi Jian, the war mother of Winter's Claw, showed a smile: "Then, he deserves to die."

Sejuani rushed to her grandmother, anxiously wanting to say something. But Xi Jian just touched her head, looked at her granddaughter carefully, and after confirming that she was not injured, she pushed her to the

He grabbed the Winter's Claw warriors behind him and motioned for them to take her down. Soon, two people carried the struggling Sejuani away.

"You haven't been back for ten years, Kedar, where have you been?"

As she spoke, she strolled within Kedar's attack range. As an experienced warrior, she could not reveal such a flaw. And she did not bring a weapon, so Kedar did not choose to put her hand on the ax handle.

It's almost like chatting, Kedar thought.

"Ionia."

"Well, I've heard some warm-blooded people talk about it, and they say it's a very nice place. Is that true?"

"At least it's much better than Freljord."

"Ha!" Xi Jian let out a sharp laugh, and then said: "You have only been out for ten years, and you already start to dislike your hometown?"

Kedar shook his head and closed his eyes calmly. He knew that what he said next might directly trigger a fight, but he didn't care anymore: "No, I just dislike you."

Xi Jian was not angry, or in other words, she had not had time to be angry. The Winter's Claw warriors behind her started to curse like a mountain and a tsunami. Many of them even made a very insulting comment to Kedar directly.

Sexual gestures. In Freljordian tradition, if a person makes that gesture towards you, only one of you will survive.

Xi Jian raised her hand and put it down, and the noise behind her instantly subsided. The old war mother smiled indifferently: "You are a Winter's Claw, Kedar. No matter how much you dislike this bloodline, you are like this.

Born in Freljord, and destined to die in Freljord.”

"In what capacity did he die? A robber? Or a bandit who wantonly massacred Furado?"

Xi Jian had some emotional fluctuations for the first time. She narrowed her eyes. There was no anger in her tone, but the expression on her face had become serious: "This is an ancient tradition, Kedar, since we have become Winter

A member of the Claw must choose this way of life. Don’t I know that finding a piece of land suitable for farming will help the tribe survive better?”

"Who prescribed it?" Kedar asked, "Who drives you to choose this chaotic lifestyle? Who is it? Volibear? As far as I know, he doesn't like killing unarmed people either.

——But the one you killed the most was Hedo."

"Let's make things clear, Xi Jian."

"Throw aside those reasons...throw aside those so-called words like 'the tribe can only do this', did you ever feel uneasy conscience when you killed those innocent people?"

"You don't need your so-called conscience to survive on the frozen soil, Kedar."

"Oh? Really? If I were like you, Sejuani would not survive well."

The atmosphere changed in just a moment, and the people behind Xi Jian were boiling again. This time, Zhan Mu didn't even need to make a gesture. She just looked back and calmed them down.

"The past grudges... have been wiped out, Kedar." She said slowly: "Your father and brother volunteered to hunt you down. Now, you are the only one left with the blood of Luo Daweier. Even if you are

For the sake of our ancient ancestors, I won’t kill you. What’s more, your sins have been atoned for by your father and brother.”

"Schir said that you even paid the lives of three prophets to trace my traces. I want to know, what can make you pay such a price? Just my life?"

Kedar turned to talk about another thing that had been buried in his heart. Xijian didn't answer, so he planned to turn around and leave.

"Where are you going?"

He didn't speak. Xi Jian narrowed her eyes and stretched out her hand behind her. Without her needing to speak, a Zhenbing long-handled ax was handed into her hand.

Kedar felt a gust of evil wind blowing behind him, and he sighed in his heart.

"clang!"

Zhenbing collided with the dark red lava axe, and the aftermath caused the snow on the ground to melt a lot in an instant. Xi Jian looked at Kedar's face and suddenly laughed. As the ax collided, she said:

“The response was good.”

Kedar still didn't answer. Xi Jian spun the ax and struck a powerful and heavy blow, but he easily dodged it by taking a step back. But the Zhenbing weapon was a Zhenbing weapon after all, and the ice-blue ax exuded cold air quickly.

A spreading glacier was created on the ground. Then Kedar smashed the ax in the same way - flames burst out.

The firelight dyed half of his face red, and Kedar, who had been silent all this time, seemed to finally lose his composure: "I don't want to fight you."

"how?"

Xi Jian rushed out of the flames, with a shield made of cold air spinning around her to help her avoid the damage of the flames. The old war mother made an extremely insidious move, but was struck by Kedar again.

The ax handle blocked it. In the flash of lightning, she grinned and said, "You're not afraid of me, an old man, are you?"

"No."

Kedar said suddenly, he pushed forward with both hands, and Xi Jian was immediately pushed back a few steps by his strength. But the gap of just a few steps was enough for him to place the ax blade across Xi Jian's neck.

On: "I just don't want to kill you and make Winter's Claw really fall apart."

Xi Jian looked at the blazing ax blade, as if she had no consciousness that life was in Kedar's grasp. She looked at the ax with interest and said, "It's really Ornn's power..."

Kedar frowned. He took back his axe, put it on his shoulder and turned away again, leaving only a cold word: "Don't come to me again... We are settled."

Watching him leave, Xi Jian said loudly with a smile: "You have always been a Winter's Claw, Kedar Lo Darwell Winter's Claw! Don't forget this! There is a lot of blood flowing in your body.

It belongs to the blood of Lou Darwell! And he is an outstanding predator, you can't deny this! Your ancestor is the most brutal murderer you look down on! "

He did not stop until the wind and snow that appeared at an unknown time obscured his figure. Xi Jian heard a vague word: "Maybe... don't die, Xi Jian."

You too, Kedar. You too.

Xi Jian sighed in her heart, and when she turned her head, she had returned to her stern appearance as a war mother. She looked at the guys surrounding her, raised her eyebrows and shouted: "You little bastards are all here to watch."

What?! Huh?! Did you hunt today? Did you farm?!"

Everyone immediately dispersed, and the guy who was on guard at the beginning walked up to her and asked in a low voice: "Why didn't you tell him that we had decided to abandon the tradition of looting? We even found a piece of land..."

"You won't understand, Ke Luo. Now get out of here and stand guard. Don't mind my business."

Ke Luo glared stubbornly: "I have already lived twenty winters! After this winter, it will be twenty-one winters!"

Xi Jian didn't say anything. She glanced at the boy, and he immediately shut up and ran off to watch.

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Mortal celebrations have nothing to do with Cronus Tiberius. It's not that he despises these heroic and fearless mortals, but that he is not suitable to appear at such celebrations.

It would make the atmosphere tense, and he knew this.

The huge warrior was sitting on the edge of the cliff, with the cold wind blowing across his forehead and his helmet on his knees. This environment was nothing to him. Even if he was thrown naked into the ice and snow, Crowe

Nothing will go wrong with North. But...he doesn't like this environment very much.

Perhaps some of his brothers would particularly like such an environment, but he still declined.

Kronos was holding a huge pen and a cowhide notebook, writing and drawing on them. The proportions of these two things were a bit too big for ordinary people, but they seemed just right on him——

As long as you ignore where he came up with these two things that have nothing to do with his temperament.

He wrote on it: "A strange planet, a strange psyker - maybe I should call him a mage. He said this is another dimension. I don't know whether to believe it. However, those mortals really fought

Very good, some of them surprised me. This may be a good recruitment point. I am sure that in time, the best among them will become one of our brothers."

"The anxiety still exists. I forced myself to forget this through fighting before. Although those abominable aliens called the Void are not one of 'them', they are still enemies of mankind. This is undeniable. The killing of aliens is still the same

It is one of our vocations, and it delights me as well. But do not indulge in it—yes, Cronus, do not indulge in it."

"I thought about my brothers and the Empire, and wondered if everything was okay with them. The mysterious mage said he would send me back after he solved his own problems. I can't ask for a strange mage who has not been taught by the Empire.

Help me without asking for anything in return, so I will wait patiently."

"A thought for the day: The emperor's ambitions will be torched, and the monsters will be extinguished in the cave."

After he finished writing, he flicked the side of his left shoulder armor, and a hidden compartment popped up. He put this thing, which was more like a personal essay than a battle log, in it, and then put on his helmet. Crono

St. Tiberius stood up and stared at the abyss in front of him, wondering what kind of challenges were waiting for him in this strange world.

But he didn't care - he was the Emperor's machine, his blade, the blade that spread death. And the blade didn't need any personal emotion, it just needed to stay sharp.

A mortal walked quietly behind him, and Kronos acquiesced to this behavior. He knew that this mortal was probably here to invite him to the celebration banquet. A female voice sounded behind him, with a hoarse tone.

Untamed wildness: "Hey, you big guy. Why don't you come in and drink with us?"

Kronos turned around. The cold eyepieces of his helmet and the gloomy style did not make the mortal female warrior take a step back. On the contrary, she showed a provocative smile, raised the horn cup in her hand high, and then

He drank it all in one gulp and took out another one from behind.

After pondering for a while, he took off his helmet, revealed his handsome face, and said calmly: "I have a more noble responsibility."

This is what rejection means.

But the female warrior did not retreat despite the difficulties. Her long pale white hair was tied into a ponytail and swayed in the cold wind behind her head: "Don't be so rigid. Don't you celebrate after winning the battle?"

Cronus tried his best to keep his voice as soft as possible, not wanting to sound too threatening. He was well aware of the intimidation of his size: "Occasionally, but I have to keep my head clear - not to mention, your alcohol can't make it worse."

I'm drunk."

"Yeah?"

She raised the horn cup provocatively, which was full of transparent wine. Cronus reached out to take it and drank it all in one gulp. He handed the horn cup back without changing his expression and said: "Only special ones

It takes wine to get me drunk, so it's no different from water to me."

"You're a very good player. Tell me, where are you from? I've never heard of a place where people like you can be found, big man." She asked.

Cronus felt a surge of pride in his heart. He would not reveal his origin to mortals. Unnecessary arrogance was something they also needed to avoid. But...

A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "I come from above the starry sky... No, maybe further than that. In the dark galaxy and stars, there is a huge empire that is fighting for the well-being of all mankind.

Fight—and I am just one of them."

She looked at Kronos' armor in fascination. Those gorgeous reliefs and scars existed on this huge armor. In the eyes of a warrior, it was not just a simple armor, but also the ultimate weapon in war. More

What's more, the female warrior has already seen his heroic appearance on the battlefield wearing this armor.

"You mean there are many people like you?"

Kronos nodded slightly: "That's exactly it."

"That's really unimaginable. I mean, what kind of war would need soldiers like you?"

Hearing this, Cronus's expression changed slightly. He said somewhat seriously: "That's a good question, that was a war that you wouldn't believe if you didn't see it with your own eyes... What's your name?"

name?"

"Marytis Beheader."

"Is the last name at the end your nickname?"

"No... I have abandoned my original surname. This is one of the costs of joining the Frost Guard. What we guard is the darkest and most terrifying thing. Therefore, we need to remain anonymous. This name... is

I earned it for myself.”

"Oh?" Cronus had a hunch that he would hear a good story.

Sure enough, a proud smile appeared on Maritis's face, and she said hoarsely: "I fought one against fifteen in a battle, and chopped off all their heads with a giant sword. This is what I got.

Honor. What about you? What’s your name again?”

"Cronus Tiberius."

"That's it? Don't you have a nickname or something?"

Cronus shook his head calmly. The three golden nails on his forehead caught Meritis's attention. She asked: "What are those three nails...?"

"Service nails."

"Service nails?"

"Yes, one for a hundred years."

Malitis suddenly understood that the warrior in front of her did not need any so-called nicknames or stories to prove his bravery - he himself was a living legend. And for some reason, for what he said, the war between the stars

, she didn’t have the slightest doubt.

A faint sadness suddenly surged in her heart. Maritis understood that it was impossible for such a person to have even the slightest relationship with her. This sadness soon faded away, followed by a thought

To follow his impulse - if the empire he talks about really exists, then the war they fight is undoubtedly much nobler than her war.

To die in such a war... is a compliment to a soldier.

Kronos seemed to have seen her thoughts, and he smiled calmly: "Go back to your banquet, Maritis Beheader. I will remember your last name."

He didn't say much, but these words were enough. Maritis's face was flushed with excitement. She didn't say anything more, her right fist collided with her chest, and then she turned and left. Kronos heard those few words

A companion who was waiting for her in front of the banquet hall made fun of her: "I knew that the giant would never agree to your promise, Maritis, you are asking for trouble."

"Look at him, by all the gods. I can't believe we're fighting alongside such a warrior."

"How many damn void bugs do you think he killed? I bet it's at least five hundred."

"He might have killed more than Ornn, and there's that sword. Did you see it? Damn it, if I could touch that sword, I would die right away!"

"Come on, you are famous for not taking good care of weapons, so you deserve it? It's my turn anyway!"

They gradually became quiet while talking and laughing, and watched with surprise as Maritis walked past them into the banquet hall, looking like she had won. Several people looked at each other and asked: "You don't know how?

Was it successful?"

Meridis said nothing.