Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"I'm starting to like him, Sheep."

The wolf bared its teeth and bit the neck of a soul trying to escape. It drank blood and spoke incoherently.

The sheep spirit knew who it was talking about. The big man from Noxus had made countless corpses in the past few months, and they had been able to extradite many souls here. But the words of the wolf could only be listened to.

It does things entirely based on its preferences. Without the involvement of the sheep spirit, no one would know what it is doing now.

"The living have nothing to do with us, wolf."

The wolf grunted: "Then, where is the mage?"

The sheep spirit plucked the pure white bow string in her hand, and the weapon from the spiritual world made a sound that mortals could not hear, leading several painful and ignorant souls to the realm of the dead. She said lightly: "He will have to do something else."

Forget it, wolf."

"Do you think this is treated differently?"

These four words came out of its mouth, which surprised the sheep spirit. She turned her head and glanced at the wolf spirit, and the white fur on her body shone with a pale white light: "...Go and do your thing."

The wolf bared its teeth and left, looking very dissatisfied. But the sheep spirit didn't bother to pay attention to it at all, and picked up whatever pot it didn't want.

The air after the war is always filled with the smell of blood and the smell of burned corpses. Most people can't bear this smell, and only a few people who really regard war as their life will turn a blind eye to it.

Darius is one of them. He is sitting on a big rock and letting two soldiers clean up the blood all over his body. Once upon a time, he would do this kind of work by himself, but this armor cannot be cleaned.

, just putting it on required five people to work for about ten minutes. During the weighing period, Darius still found two soldiers.

While he stared at the other soldiers collecting the corpses and disposing of their weapons, he said to Farong who was standing aside: "Are you sure General Thain is coming?"

"Yes, he said that training in the Immortal Fortress is too boring." Farong did not wear a helmet, and his appearance could only be described as ugly. It was not because he was born like this, but because of his acquired condition.

He grew up in a slum and joined the army as soon as he was old enough to earn a living. While in the slum, he was hit hard on the face many times by others, and it was no better in the army.

This face is now full of scars and pits, but no one would think he is ugly.

At least that's the case in the military.

Noxians are proud of their scars.

Darius shook his head, with a smile on his face: "It seems that the war will be over soon."

Yes, now, this is a tacit fact in the heart of Noxus. Any war, no matter who it is against, as long as Thane participates, then the war will end soon. Thain will lead

He appears in front of the enemy with his ax and blows a whirlwind of death on the battlefield. No one can survive his attack.

Either surrender or die.

Darius said as if complaining: "I was looking forward to fighting for a while - the soldiers have not adapted to the new tactics enough."

What he said, he did not regard the Demacians as equal opponents. This is indeed the case. The Demacians are no longer qualified to be opponents of Noxus. Farong also smiled lightly, he

You know, the day is not far away when Noxus will realize its long-cherished wish.

But, is that really the case?

South of the Immortal Fortress, across rivers and mountains, into the desert, where the Shuriman are dormant.

Aatrox took the sword from a blacksmith and held it in his hand for a while. The sword was not much bigger than a small branch in his hand. Aatrox simply shrank his size.

He became as tall as a mortal. Now, he could take a closer look at the sword.

A few minutes later, he nodded lightly, and the craftsman beside him immediately breathed a sigh of relief. But Aatrox's next words made him fearful again: "The balance is a little poor, and the center of gravity is a little forward. But it's not a big problem.

You made a good sword."

Grain

He turned his head, and there was a smile on his heterogeneous but still handsome face, which was different from humans: "Make some improvements, blacksmith. Your name will be remembered."

The blacksmith held up his work and left with a flushed face.

Aatrox waved his hand again, summoned a soldier, and asked, "Where is Lord Nasus?"

The soldier bowed slightly: "We are dealing with official business."

Aatrox touched his face unnaturally. Of course he knew why Nasus had to deal with official business every time he wanted to discuss matters - of course it was because there was someone who was unwilling to deal with official business, so he had to do it with Nasus.

Nasus has it all.

But he couldn't help it. He didn't like to deal with official duties by nature. Even in the past, he had never dealt with such chores. There were people in his mortal army who were dedicated to this kind of thing.

Aatrox could only nod his head: "Okay, then don't disturb him. Also, is there any news about the people we sent?"

The soldier replied: "That girl knows nothing about us. Do we need to bring her back now?"

"No." Aatrox waved his hand and said: "Continue to observe, just ensure her safety. Shurima is not so depressed that it needs a ten-year-old girl to take charge of the overall situation...

.in addition."

He said thoughtfully: "I also think that a thorn rose growing in a difficult environment is far better than a flower in a greenhouse."

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"Long time no see, Cronus."

The mage's voice came from behind him. Astartes turned around and looked carefully for two or three times before he was sure it was really him. Then, he immediately walked over and gave the mage a warm hug.

"...You were not so enthusiastic before."

While Cronus put him down, he said seriously: "This is the tradition of our legion. When we treat friends we haven't seen for a long time, we should make him feel our enthusiasm. This is the teaching of the father of Gene. I must not ignore it."

Comply.”

He Shenyan rolled his eyes: "Come on! Don't think I don't know what you are thinking."

A fleeting smile flashed across Cronus' face, and he laughed: "I thought you would continue to disappear for a while."

"Then I'm afraid you will be disappointed, Kronos." He Shenyan spread his hands and said, "If I don't come back, my wolf will probably tear down my tower."

"Besides...I have good news for you."

"oh?"

He Shenyan was prepared in advance, intending to use his influence to record Kronos's expression later. He suppressed a smile and said slowly: "Internal news, Robert Guilliman has recovered."

One second passed, two seconds passed. In this room, He Shenyan never got the expression he wanted. The reason was very simple. Cronus's expression fell into a stagnation, and he remained stagnant for several minutes.

What happened next can be described in four words.

The stubborn stone sheds tears.