Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

For Mei Mu, killing is almost instinctive.

She became the Shadow Fist when she was young. The skills accumulated by her ancestors have not disappeared in her generation, but have become more dangerous and deadly. Thanks to this dangerous skill, she has killed seven people tonight.

There are more people colluding with Noxus than you can imagine - so many that it even makes Mei Mu feel sick. She doesn't understand why so many people are willing to sell their hometown and their compatriots just to exchange for some money.

Or the so-called eternal life promised by the Noxians.

Meimu flicked his wrist and retracted the hook. Blood spattered out and splashed on the wall. An old man fell softly. Meimu stepped over his body, and with a few light jumps, he left this antique courtyard.

left in the middle.

From beginning to end, the guards found no trace of her. Until tomorrow morning, they could only stare at the old man's body.

The night is still very long.

Shen was doing something else at this time. He was not killing anyone, but walking outside the city of Placidia. Ionia was very quiet at night, as was most places. He could hear the footsteps of his boots.

Those sounds on the soft soil.

The corpses of the Noxian people had been collected, and the people in the city felt that even the invaders could not let their corpses be exposed in the wilderness. However, they just dragged the corpses to the mass graves and buried them hastily.

Shen understands this idea. It is an ancient tradition in Ionia to give the dead a place to stay. It is best to put them in the grave. Only by being buried can people feel at ease - the living people can feel at ease, not the dead.

Just like funerals, funerals are for people who are still alive. Do the dead really need this? No, they don't need anything anymore. Because they are dead.

He squatted down, touched the ground with his fingers, and then put it under his nose and kissed it. The traces of blood on the soil had not faded away, but surprisingly, he did not smell a particularly serious smell of blood. On the contrary, the smell of soil was

Make up the majority.

In addition, in his vision of the spiritual world, the place was full of pure white flowers after the purification ceremony.

Someone performed a full set of salvation and purification rituals for the Noxians.

Shen stood up and took note of this matter. However, it had nothing to do with what he came here to investigate, and he began to look for other things.

On the other side, on the remote snow-capped mountains.

The road to Suji Monastery was extremely difficult for Ratcha to walk alone. He walked it once, but at that time he had several companions, but this time he was alone.

I don't know whether it was due to the season or because he was just too lucky, but Racha didn't encounter a snowstorm when he went up the mountain this time.

He climbed up the last step, and the monk was still standing in front of the small dilapidated temple. He stood in front of the door with his eyes closed, shirtless, and blue evil ghost tattoos covered his entire back and

His chest looked particularly scary. But his face was very calm, which only made people feel at ease.

He opened his eyes, nodded and smiled at Racha: "You are here."

"...you knew I was coming?"

"I don't know, Racha, I haven't left here for a year, how would I know?" The monk smiled, Racha noticed that he looked older than before.

"You look much older."

"It's just a necessary condition to bear their pain. Don't worry about my aging, Racha. Life span is meaningless to us." The monk clasped his hands together and saluted him.

Ratcha didn't dare to be negligent and quickly returned the salute. But the monk took a step aside and avoided the salute as if he was predicting the future.

"...Why are you doing this?" Racha was a little confused.

The monk smiled and replied: "I can't bear your courtesy, Racha" and then opened the door for him: "Go in, the dragon is waiting for you."

He stepped into the gate of the temple, and just like last time, the old man was still waiting for him in the center of the courtyard. It was obviously not snowing, but his body was still covered with thick snow, and his head, shoulders, nose, and the whole body were covered with thick snow.

The man looks like a snowman.

"Master?" Racha called softly.

As his words fell, the old man opened his eyes. Golden arrogance flashed past, and all the snow on his body melted away. He smiled warmly and asked: "Long time no see, Racha, it's been a year, right? How do you feel?

How is it?"

"...I don't know, Master. But, I have to say it."

After thinking about it, Racha decided to tell the truth: "I feel bad."

"Oh? How do you say this?" The old man became interested and asked with a smile.

There was confusion in Racha's eyes, and he tried to describe his feelings: "I went to Presidence and found a job. It was very prosperous there, and the people were very kind to me. But, the Noxians

Decided to invade us..."

He told the whole story of the cause and effect, and the old man listened quietly. When Racha spoke about Huai Zhuo's words when he died, he spoke: "You feel bad because he told you to run away before he died?"

"No, no..." Racha waved his hands quickly, but he really couldn't explain why he felt bad, so he could only wave his arms awkwardly, looking for a feeling.

The old man said: "It is normal to feel confused. Most human beings spend their entire lives looking for an answer. But you are different, Racha, you will always encounter new problems..."

He stretched out his right hand, which looked generous and strong: "Do you want to know the solution?"

Racha put his hand on it, and he felt a rough and primitive touch, like human calluses, but sharper and thicker. He even felt that the palm of his hand was about to be cut - until a burst of pain came.

Racha discovered that the palm of his hand was really cut.

He raised his head and looked at the old man with questioning eyes. The latter did not answer, but clenched his hand, and the pain became more and more severe. But Racha remained silent, gritting his teeth and enduring the pain. After a while, the old man relaxed

Opened his hand.

Racha looked down and saw that a long and narrow wound had been cut on the palm of his left hand, and blood was pouring out from it. He asked: "Master, what do you mean by this?"

"Does it hurt?"

"pain."

"Did you say it hurt when you were pregnant?"

"...No."

"Did Drew say he was in pain when he died?"

"Master, he shouldn't have the chance to say this." Racha is an honest person. He saw the way Dulu died with his own eyes. Frankly speaking, he didn't think anyone could say a word in such a shattered situation.

Die again.

The old man smiled and nodded Racha: "You are very stubborn, which is good. But..."

He stretched out his hand again: "Come."

After holding hands again, in just a blink of an eye, Racha found himself in another world.

It was very strange here, with quiet and noisy coexisting, night and day. He saw dozens of soldiers wearing tattered armor walking past him with evil expressions. But in the next second, these soldiers turned into linen clothes again.

Farmers, they seemed to have just finished plowing, carrying hoes, talking and laughing on their way home.

Racha watched them completely leave before daring to take a step forward.

The old man disappeared, and he only asked Racha to 'take a stroll' here. To be honest, Racha thought the scenery here was indeed very beautiful, but... this couldn't be said to be a place suitable for strolling, right?

Not far away, the light around him became darker and darker, and Racha stopped cautiously. A pale and slender arm stretched out from the darkness in front of him, followed by an equally pale but shiny thigh.

.After a moment, a beautiful woman with no clothes on her body walked out of the darkness.

Racha was just a country boy, how could he have ever seen such a scene? The woman's breathtaking beauty made him quickly look away, his face flushed and he closed his eyes. He heard a chuckle and a smell of fragrance.

The wind passed by, and then the woman's footsteps gradually faded away.

He opened his eyes and found that the darkness had dissipated and he could see the road in front of him clearly again.

He started to keep walking.

It was not that Racha had never thought about turning back, but whenever he had such thoughts, a voice in his heart would tell him not to look back. Racha always felt that the voice was not his own, but he did not look back.

Just walking along the road like this, the sky began to be filled with stars. Some of them had the faces of old men, and some of them were the faces of young girls. They were all different and strange. Racha could still see shooting stars flying by from time to time. He felt that even the craziest

No one could imagine such a scene. For a moment, he thought he was crazy.

It wasn't until he saw the old man's figure that he breathed a sigh of relief.

After rushing to his side in two or three steps, Racha asked with some complaint: "Master, where on earth is this?"

The old man turned back with a smile. He looked very comfortable, as if he had returned home: "This is the spiritual world - you call this place the spiritual realm, but in fact, it doesn't make any difference. There is no specific name here, and there is no

Specific creatures. Everything behaves differently here."

"For example, you, Racha, look at yourself."

Racha looked at him blankly. The old man waved his hand in a funny way, and a mirror appeared in front of him. Racha saw that the man in the mirror was blindfolded by a red cloth. It was indeed his face, but it looked different.

The vicissitudes of life have more than doubled. At the same time, the body shape has also more than doubled.

"This, is this me?"

"It's you, but it's not you either."

The old man waved his arms, and the person in the mirror turned into a golden man. He sat cross-legged in the air, the golden arrogance dyed his fists golden, and the same light shined in his eyes. He seemed to have noticed La

Checking his gaze, he actually turned his head and looked over.

The old man waved his arm again. This time, the person in the mirror changed again. He had white hair, and the upper half of his face was covered by an exquisite mask. Blue thunder and lightning danced around him, swirled, and transformed into

A soaring dragon. His right fist is blue, and a large dragon-shaped tattoo spreads and swells across his entire right hand and chest.

As Racha looked at all this, he just felt that he couldn't understand it: the faces of these people were all too familiar to him, and they were all his own faces.

The old man put away the mirror and asked, "Have you seen yourself clearly?"

Racha hesitated and said: "Master, although they look like me...but those people are not me."

"How do you know?" the old man asked.

At this point, Racha calmed down: "Because I'm just a poor boy from the countryside who has nothing to offer. Although they look like me, they have the same face, but..."

As he spoke, he actually laughed: "I don't think I can be that powerful, Master."

"Good for nothing? No, you are not worthless." The old man smiled, and then led him to continue walking forward.

The deeper they went, the scenery began to become more and more abnormal, and even the touch of the road under their feet became as soft as cotton. The old man led the way and said: "In the past, many people have seen

This mirror."

"But no one said what you said, Racha. They just looked at themselves in the mirror and became obsessed with it little by little."

They stopped in front of a towering tree, and Racha looked up. The tree towered into the clouds, and its branches almost covered the entire sky. Stars, the sun, and the moon were all surrounding it. Just looking at it

Looking at it, Racha felt an indescribable sense of holiness. He felt that he was simply insignificant.

The old man said slowly: "Now, tell me your problem."

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For a person of Thane's size, it is very difficult to take the transportation used by ordinary people - like now, they are planning to return to Noxus by water, but Thane cannot enter the prepared rooms on the ship.

These rooms are too small for his size. Not even the lower cabin can accommodate him.

As a last resort, Swain had to come to him to discuss it, but Thain didn't care about this matter at all. He just said lightly: "Don't worry about me."

That being said, how could he really sleep on the deck? Several soldiers built a very large tent for him so that the resurrected hero would not sleep on the deck, but the latter obviously did not

Thank you - he never used that tent at all, and during the seven-day journey, he didn't even close his eyes.

He often stared at the calm sea level, no one knew what he was thinking.

The seven-day journey came in the blink of an eye. They set off from the port of Pelor in Ionia and returned to the capital of Noxus, the Immortal Fortress.

This city can definitely afford these four words.

The Fortress is located in the heart of what would become the founding nation of Noxus, serving as its capital for centuries. But its history is much more than that.

It was the first castle to be captured by the tribes of Noxus. It is said to have been built by a terrible ancient tyrant in a very distant era. The Noxians made this captured city their capital.

And its name has been preserved to this day.

In the centuries that followed, as Noxian armies conquered more and more territory, the city's territory expanded far beyond its war-torn walls.

The old-school Noxians maintained the formidable character of the city, but the temptation of wealth and glory attracted all kinds of people to the capital, so the buildings that were separated from the function of city defense gradually became more diverse.

Be diverse.

However, because the history of this city is so long, many parts were ordered to be demolished and gradually rebuilt over the past few hundred years. This has resulted in the city becoming tiered, and some areas are even now

Being below the surface, the guards had to carry torches when patrolling during the day.

They disembarked from the port, and this sparse army raised their flags and walked on the streets. In the past, they would have received cheers and wreaths from girls. People knew that they were warriors returning in triumph. But today

Today, they get nothing - except the prying eyes of people in their own houses.

There is no one on the street.

Swain frowned and said to Thane beside him: "General, I'm afraid that woman already knows about you."

"snort."

Thain snorted coldly and said: "He is just an old man who plays tricks and witchcraft, so he is nothing to be afraid of. On the contrary, I almost don't recognize this place."

His eyes swept over the surrounding residences. In the Noxian city, even the simplest buildings would be built like fortresses. Not just the Immortal Fortress, but any other buildings under their jurisdiction.

Cities are like this, and anyone who wants to capture a Noxian city must pay the price with blood.

Black and red are the tone of this city.

Thain slowly showed a smile. Thanks to his ferocious iron chin, the smile did not appear gentle. On the contrary, it looked more like a monster choosing people to eat: "You guys did a good job...

.It seems that the spirit of Noxus has not been completely lost by you."

He lowered his head and asked: "Where should we find that damn woman? I can't wait to crush her head."

Compared to his irritability, Swain is much calmer. He also understands Thain's emotions very well. After all, the treatment he received is completely inconsistent with his status. Moreover, this general was known for his violent temper during his lifetime.

.

"General, we must first settle the soldiers, they are too tired. Afterwards, as usual, I will enter the palace to report the battle situation to Darkwill."

He called Darkwill by his first name, not even bothering to add the prefix 'Your Majesty'.

"Where is your crony?" Thain asked again.

"I sent him on another mission, General."

"oh?"

Swain laughed. He looked gloomier when he returned to the Immortal Fortress than when he was outside. He was completely different from those who returned to their hometown. They were walking slowly on the street, not like returning home, but like they were returning home.

march.

Thane heard Swain's whisper, like a crow waiting for its prey to die: "The Empire must be brought into order... What do you think, General?"

The giant looked down at him and said nothing. He just raised his head and continued to walk forward.

But at this moment, a sudden change occurred.

A sharp, gleaming blade was thrown out of the darkness by someone unknown, and the target was Swain's head. Thane stretched out his hand, and the dagger with obvious traces of magic stabbed his skin.

, without even leaving a blank spot for him, he stopped it easily.

Swain's army stopped, and countless pairs of eyes looked back at him, waiting for his orders, but Swain didn't say anything. He just raised his chin, signaling to continue moving forward.

"Mind showing me that dagger, General?"

Thain spread his hand, and out of caution, Swain did not touch the dagger directly. He carefully observed the graceful murder weapon, and did not let go until he caught a glimpse of a small mark on the end of the handle.

Take a breath.

"You are the first person I have ever seen who breathed a sigh of relief after recognizing the assassin's identity." Thain's deep voice sounded above his head.

"For us now, it would be more advantageous to know the identity of the assassin, General."

"who is it?"

"One of the daughters of General Du Cucault - the empire's sharpest blade and deadliest assassin, Caterina du Cacao."

"You can identify so many with just one dagger?"

"I've seen this dagger too many times, General."

Swain said slowly: "Most of the people she killed were my colleagues or superiors. In the end, it was proved that they should be killed. They were either corrupt or in collusion with the enemy. However,

A few of them died just because of a few words about Darkwill."

"The emperor's bitch?"

"General Du Couture is indeed a close confidant of Darkwill, and his daughter... With all due respect, General, she could have become an excellent battlefield assassin and killed local commanders for us.

Official. But that old bastard only uses her to stir up trouble in politics."

Thain uttered two words coldly: "Incompetent."

To the Noxians, these two words are tantamount to directly calling the Ionians their mothers.

"Do you think she's gone?"

"She won't give up until she completes her mission...but we are almost at the military camp."

There are dozens of military camps, large and small, in the Immortal Fortress, and Swain's troops have their own exclusive military camps, but even if the whole army is stationed at this time, it seems empty, and there are too many casualties. If Thain is not here, Swain

Because it may take several years to recruit, train, and then go to the battlefield.

However, there is no need to do these things at this time.

They are already on the battlefield.