Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Aatrox is doing a rather thankless job - he's teaching a group of mortals martial arts.

Although he loves the greatsword the most, this does not mean that Aatrox will not use other weapons. On the contrary, he only chooses to use the sword after he has mastered all weapons, because in his heart, this is the only one.

A weapon with both violence and elegance that clearly expresses his fighting art.

In front of him was a battle formation of forty people. Once upon a time, when ancient Shurima still existed, each ascended person had ten thousand soldiers under his command. And these soldiers would move in a battle formation of forty people. They were proficient in

All kinds of coordination, all kinds of tactics. Without exception, they are all elites, and they also have different division of labor according to the different attributes of the battle formation.

What he is training now is spearmen.

With a pistol and a shield, they were often the unit that killed the most enemies in a war. Except for ascendants like Aatrox, he didn't think any mortal could break the gun-shield formation by himself.

"one!"

The elegant tones of ancient Shurima sounded in his mouth. The scorching sun was in the sky. The soldiers were sweating profusely on the training ground with their shirts on. There was no slack in their standard movements. This made Aatrox even more satisfied. As he shouted

With slogans, the soldiers raised their shields and thrust out their spears.

"two!"

They withdrew their spears and hid their bodies behind their shields.

These forty soldiers were carefully selected by him. Although they are not up to the previous standards, they are enough - they cannot be greedy, and he cannot demand things to go against the laws of nature. Mortals with good physical fitness will not be like those

The wheat in the ground grew suddenly under the ripening of magic. Despite this, Aatrox was still a little dissatisfied.

He knew what the emotion was. He had suppressed it for too long and urgently needed a noble war to let him vent. Thinking of this, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

The void...and the protoss. His great sword has longed for too long, blood...death, war!

The wings behind him suddenly spread out, and the wind surged everywhere. The mortal soldiers in the battle formation began to rest as expected. They knew that when Aatrox fell into this state, he would not care about anything in the outside world, and training must

It has to be done under his nose, so they usually use this time to rest.

On the other side, the dog-headed man was correcting various orders in the newly built masonry building in this settlement. After he and Aatrox unified the separate city-states in Shurima, he would do it every day.

The number of government affairs to be handled is counted in the thousands.

According to the laws of ancient Shurima, the city-state elected a new ruler. After seeing the force of Nasus and Aatrox, they had no other small ideas. And Nasus had to admit that

, some of them did really well. But this could not free him from the complicated government affairs. Compared with Kia Tox who focused on military training, he had much more things to deal with.

From the buildings in the city, to the magical transformation of the land and how crops are sown. From the maintenance of roads to the tax collection of caravans... Nasus has never felt so smart and capable - he has not rested for more than a month.

Although the Ascended One doesn't need much rest, mental fatigue is inevitable. However, seeing Shurima getting better little by little, he can temporarily ignore this fatigue.

"Sir, the new approval document has been sent."

A guard opened the door and walked in. He was holding a large roll of parchment in his hand. Nasus didn't even raise his head. He had a pair of round glasses on his nose. The dog-headed man said calmly: "Very good, let go."

Put it on the table on the left, and by the way, take what I have corrected from the table on the right. Also, send a message to the caravan leaders in the sand sea - don’t bring in animal bones or anything else."

"That thing is useless except for decoration. Who would buy this kind of thing as decoration except those wealthy businessmen? Let them buy and sell things that are more useful to common people!"

After finishing speaking, he continued to correct the mountain of official documents in front of him, and the sound of the door closing was heard soon after. Nasus tried his best not to be anxious, but he could not forget the matter raised by the mage - it was like it was stuck in his throat and he could not forget it.

Void.

The dog-headed man's expression became a little colder, and he corrected the official documents at double speed, as if he was pouring his anger into these official documents that seemed to never be completed.

Until he saw a piece of information, Nasus narrowed his eyes and began to read it carefully.

"Lord Nasus."

"As for the void threat you mentioned, we have been wandering near Amakra for a month, and the locals are quite hostile to us. But as of the time I sent this intelligence, they have not done anything extraordinary. I

I hope they will not force us to show our swords. After all, this is your teaching, and all the sons of the yellow sand should have more ambitious goals."

"Back to the topic, the so-called 'prophet', the locals used deliberately vague language to mislead us about his existence. But they are not always of the same mind. After paying a few threats and a few gold coins, we got

got the answers we wanted.”

"His name is Malzahar, and he is the only son of a grocery vendor. He grew up in Amakra since he was a child. When he discovered that he had the gift of prophecy, his parents were already terminally ill. The boy spent his first few years on the streets.

I’m going to do divination for people in exchange for some food from Weibo.”

"As he grew older, his divination became more and more accurate, and his reputation became more and more famous. We asked several people and got some of his deeds."

"He once accurately predicted the marriage partner of a camel rider, the landing point of a flying knife in a gambling game at the market, and even the bad omen that a wealthy businessman would soon face a bloody disaster. Soon, he came to divination

The shoes worn by people in front of the stalls changed from straw sandals stained with mud to slippers encrusted with jewels."

"However, after his divination career made some progress, he chose to leave. We found a person who was close to him at the time, and using some small tricks, he gave us the information we wanted.

.”

"He said that Malzahar was increasingly able to feel the improvement of his abilities during the long period of divination. He could easily see certain fragments of other people's futures, but he could never see his own future clearly. He once had a conversation with him in a tavern.

This man complained, saying that he saw the uneven distribution of wealth, with the poor getting poorer and the rich getting richer. The poor could only wallow in the sand, and eventually died in pain."

"He also saw violence, and the man said that Malzahar was unable to sleep almost every night for a while. He would tremble and mutter to himself, falling into a half-asleep state. His friend said he heard Malzahar

The words he talks in his sleep are filled with horrifying words about blood and death."

"The last time he saw Malzahar was a year ago, he said goodbye to his only friend. He said that he was disappointed with mankind, and that mankind was destined to fall into a never-ending cycle of suffering, and usually brought it on itself, even if it was

No amount of hopeful prophecies could break the curse. He left all his money to this friend and walked away."

"No one knows where he went, but we noticed that in some small settlements near Icathia-May You Bless Me. The cursed land, the reputation of a prophet

It's starting to spread like wildfire. We'll be waiting here for your next orders."

"Shadow Guards."

The dog-headed man tapped his fingers on the table, and he felt a chill coming over him, which quickly disappeared. People with precognitive abilities are not uncommon in Shurima. Under the scorching sun, there will always be such lucky ones born.

However, of all the prophets, only a few were able to spend their old age peacefully. Most of them died unexpectedly.

Is this a destiny?

Nasus felt a burst of absurdity rising in his heart. He showed a cold smile, grinned, and stretched out his fangs in the air threateningly: "Damn the void..."

He could almost imagine what would happen to such a prophet who was disappointed with mankind when he got close to Icathia - nothing more than temptation, corruption, and degradation. Nothing more than that, how fragile the will of mortals is when facing the void.

, he had expected this.

He rubbed his brows, feeling a little worried. He pulled out a new piece of parchment and wrote on it.

"Shadow Guards."

"Leave that place quickly. Icathia is definitely not a place you can get close to now. I don't want you to sacrifice your lives for an insignificant, corrupted prophet. After you come back, you can recover for a while, and I will give you new orders.

.”

He rolled up the parchment without signing, and then coughed. The wooden door was immediately opened, and the previous guard asked humbly: "What are your orders?"

"Same as usual, orders from the Shadow Guard. By the way, please come to my place, Lord Aatrox. He didn't leave the city today to go hunting, right?"

"No, sir. Lord Aatrox should still be in the barracks."

"Very good." Nasus nodded, the guard exited the room, and he returned behind the desk to continue correcting.

It didn't take long for the heavy footsteps to make him put down the quill in his hand. Aatrox walked into his door in a reduced size. The ancient Ascendant quickly recalled his thoughts after breaking free from the prison.

He has used his former magic - changing his body shape at will is just one of them. His ability to stand firm on the battlefield is not just based on this hand.

"What's the matter?"

"A prophet."

Aatrox narrowed his eyes: "Ah, Seer... I understand, he was corrupted?"

Nasus nodded, his heart full of worries, but he did not show it: "General, our current situation is not optimistic."

"Although every city-state is prospering, we still haven't found the bloodline of Queen Setaka - if your memory is not wrong, then she should still have a bloodline wandering outside. A country cannot live without a king. These

After all, it is unfair and unfair for you and me to do things."

Aatrox waved his hand: "Don't worry, Huangsha will not abandon us. Her bloodline will show signs sooner or later. Let's talk about the prophet."

Nasus briefly talked about Malzahar's situation, and Aatrox frowned: "I knew it would be like this... All the prophets are immersed in the so-called nihilism.

.They are exposed to too much of the evils of human nature and ignore the good sides.”

His words surprised the dog-headed man. After all, Aatrox had been clamoring to fight since he woke up. He did not expect that this senior Ascendant, who was famous for his martial arts, had such a side.

Aatrox continued: "I knew this a long time ago... There are only two ways to get them back on track. First, let them face death-throw them on the battlefield and never come out.

In one year, as long as they are not dead, they will return to normal."

"Second... let them stay with Qian Jue, and let the cruel wolf spirit bite their throats." He said coldly.

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He Shenyan and Cronus Tiberius were walking on the snowy field. The giant's steps were very fast. Compared to his huge body, his movements were incredibly light and fast. The mage's was even simpler.

——He flew close to the ground without even touching the ground with his feet.

The two of them were walking and chatting.

"I am not boasting - we never despise mortals. On the contrary, all human life, no matter how small it may seem, is sacred and worthy of our protection. The Emperor will never abandon any human,

This is an iron rule."

"Interesting, but I guess this tradition should only exist among your legions, right?"

"There are other brothers as well...but for others, please forgive me, I don't want to mention their names." Cronus's voice became gloomy.

"I understand that on this point, my attitude is the same as yours - mortals are the cornerstone, and they are the most important."

He Shenyan nodded, with a rare sense of relief in his voice: "Maybe some people think that ordinary living beings are not worthy of standing with their noble bodies, but history will eventually prove that only those who stand with the people will

win."

After bidding farewell to Lissandra and the heroic warriors of the Frostguard Fortress, they quickly left. The mage promised to send Kronos back after he had done something here. Therefore, the man who called himself Astartes

The noble warriors began to follow him. He Shenyan planned to return to Ionia first. He had to admit that he missed Feng a little.

I don't know how she is doing lately.

Not long after, they came to a jungle not far from the Frostguard Fortress, where Udyr continued his practice.

"You are back, mentor."

He bowed respectfully to He Shenyan. In the past two days, he had not improved. In fact, the effect of his talent combined with this ancient practice method from the druids was far more than 1+1=2

So simple. This young man's body changed from the thin body before, and in just two days, his muscles became stronger as if he was a different person.

Psychic telepaths...your practice method is really convenient.

He Shenyan glanced at his perfect pectoralis major muscles, shook his head without any trace, and said, "How do you feel?"

"Excellent, mentor." Udyr looked a little happy, he said: "I can already ignore the voices of those animals. As long as I want, I can still understand their words. But at least their endless chatter

Whispers will no longer be received by me at any time and anywhere."

"The progress is good...but you have to be punished." The mage spread his hands and said: "It's a small test - although I didn't tell you, but such a tall warrior is standing in front of you, you don't feel anything at all.

No."

Udyr took off his blindfold and fell into shock.

Standing in front of him was a warrior as tall as a mountain. The huge armor of blue, gold, and white embodies the purest aesthetics of violence. He was fascinated by a deep attraction. There was also a tattoo on his waist.

Udyr raised his head and looked at the scarlet eyepiece of his helmet, forgetting his words for a moment.

After a while, he said to the smiling He Shenyan: "I am being punished...teacher."

"You have good qualifications, kid." The giant raised his hand and put a cold hand on his shoulder amid the buzzing sound. Although his voice seemed strange and emotionless, Udyr still felt

A kind of encouragement after being comforted: "Work hard and don't let down your mentor's hard work."

Kronos must admit that this desolate, technologically backward planet gave him another surprise. If he had come here with the battle group, there is no doubt that this young man would be the first to be seen by them.

He was drafted into the army. Astartes' eyes were very vicious, and he could see that this young man was not just physically strong.

Sometimes, the real strength lies in the soul. And the eyes of this young man are enough to say it all, that kind of determination... He will definitely become a solid shield against the enemies of mankind.

Ignoring Udyr who was very motivated because of this, He Shenyan's expression looked a little strange.

painstaking...

You misunderstood, Cronus. I just taught him casually, and I really didn’t put any effort into it...

Without saying anything, he took out a book from somewhere and handed it to Udyr: "Read it when you have nothing to do. It will be very helpful for your future practice. In addition, if you think you are qualified,

Just go to Frostguard Fortress to find the Frost Witch."

Udyr raised his head, a little confused: "What... do you mean?"

"I'm going to leave for a while. You have to practice on your own. Don't neglect it, otherwise you will know my attitude towards students." He Shenyan nodded to him and opened a very large portal.

Left with Cronus.

Udyr stood there, holding the book in his hand, a little happy. He could hear the meaning of the mage's words, and he was recognized as a disciple.

the other side......

He Shenyan's face was a little gloomy when he returned to the mage tower, and the corners of his eyes twitched. Soon, the mage's voice sounded in the tower.

"Feng! What did you do to my table?! Where are Jie and Shen?!"