Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Sitting in his tent, Thane rubbed his fingers on the cold armrest. Both his tent and this iron chair were specially made in size. In order to fit his body shape, the empire's logistics staff went to great lengths.

A lot of thought.

There was nothing extra in his tent, it was empty except for this iron chair.

This chair is the style he specially requested. It does not make people feel comfortable when sitting on it. On the contrary, this chair has square lines and sharp corners like swords. Just looking at it makes you feel dazzled. After sitting on it, you just feel...

It can give people an endless feeling of coldness. Thain heard that in order to achieve this effect, the craftsmen specially put some perfect ice from the Freljord inside the chair.

He was sitting in the dark, thinking.

Thain has no intention of going into battle himself.

At least when facing the Demacians, he won't. If Thane decides to go into battle himself... then the war will be over quickly within a few hours - and without any suspense.

However, the battle a day ago had already made him aware of the quality of the Demacians. They were very tenacious and could indeed be regarded as the elite among mortals. Although the armor did not meet Thane's aesthetics, he had to admit that Nok

Thath's existing mortal weaponry would have difficulty facing their sturdy plate armor.

Not to mention the weapons in their hands. Demacia has a unique geographical advantage. They are backed by the Forbidden Stone and can mine special steel. After being enchanted by their craftsmen, the famous runesteel in Valoran was born. Through

Weapons made of this kind of steel are not only extremely sharp, but also have a particularly powerful demon-breaking effect.

The reason why he didn't go into battle was simple: he had to train.

The legion had just been established not long ago, and there were both new recruits and veterans in it. It was the time when they needed to get used to each other. In his opinion, the Demacians were an excellent training opponent. This legion would follow him for a long, long time and would not let them get enough training.

Exercise is not okay.

Thane knew very well that Valoran had never been a world for mortals - the evil things that were really hiding in the dark had not yet come out to make trouble. Thinking of this, his expression became much gloomier.

Inhuman things.......

"General, the legion is ready."

Darius, who was only half his height, walked in and interrupted his thinking. Even though Thane was sitting, he had to raise his head to speak.

Thain nodded: "Let's go ahead and do it, Darius. Besides...you should know the information about the 'Demon Seekers' very well."

Darius nodded, with murderous intent in his eyes. He was born in the port city of Besilico, and he and his brother Draven were orphans living on the streets. He was recruited by General Cyrus after he became an adult.

Army, before that, every day for him was a hard battle.

He and his brothers had to use force to face the older children, who were also orphans. In addition to the first time, there were also human traffickers and city guards. These chaos were not ended until Noxus occupied Besilico.

Darius, who had been accustomed to darkness since childhood, naturally knew very well what those demon hunters did to the poor girl.

But the most infuriating thing is not this... That girl is a lucky person. Before her, how many innocent people were persecuted by the magic hunters? It seems that the Demacians also

Not as upright as they appear.

"Very good." Thain laughed, and he began to tap his steel chin again, which seemed to have gradually become a habit for him. He grinned and said with a sinister smile: "Kill them all, the wolves will

On the move."

A grin similar to his appeared on Darius's face: "As you command, General. The wolves will devour all the Demacians..."

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Demacia, Castle of Dawn.

"It seems that the matter is a foregone conclusion, Your Majesty."

The marshal of Demacia, Tiana Crownguard, was leaning against the wall, crossing her arms and talking to the destined prince of Demacia, Jarvan IV. They had been under house arrest for half a month.

"You don't seem to be worried about our current situation at all, Marshal."

After all, Jarvan IV didn't seem worried at all. He even had the time to carve wooden sculptures with a knife.

"There is no need to worry... They will eventually pay the price for their stupidity. I guess you think so too, Your Majesty?"

Jarvan IV raised his head slightly. Time has been very kind to Tiana Crownguard. She is almost forty years old, but she is still beautiful. She wears gold and silver armor and a blue cloak around her shoulders. The only drawback is that

, her sword was taken away.

"No, on the contrary. I'm actually very worried." Jarvan IV smiled slightly and used his left hand hard, and the wooden sculpture was quickly broken by him: "But, it's just a death."

"They won't necessarily kill you."

Jarvan IV shook his head: "They have already killed my father, and I don't think they have the guts. What's more, is there anything we can do? At this moment, I would rather keep fighting than struggling in vain.

Be graceful and die with dignity."

Tiana Crownguard had to admit that if she hadn't been very familiar with the prince's character, she would have been fooled by him.

Her expression became a little displeased: "...You don't even want me to tell the truth, Your Majesty?"

Valley

Jarvan IV stared at her for a while and shook his head gently: "Marshal, why do you just don't want to believe that I really don't-"

With a creak, the door opened, interrupting their conversation. A man walked in. He was wearing disgusting and flashy clothes, not the traditional gold, silver, and blue colors of Demacia, but very vulgar.

Bright purple and red. The arrogance on his face is almost solidified. He even wears a wig.

Tiana glanced at him with disgust: "...What are you doing, Huter?"

Huter smiled slightly, bowed and performed a standard noble salute. He said in an annoyingly slow tone: "Ah, Marshal, your beauty is so amazing. Even if you are locked up here, you have not lost any of your beauty."

."

Jarvan IV immediately confirmed one thing: this bastard did it on purpose. As we all know, Tiana hated others praising her appearance. In her opinion, she did not become the marshal because of her beauty.

As expected, Tiana frowned: "If you came here to scold me, Huter, then you succeeded."

Huter waved his hand grandly: "Oh! No, no, no, I don't have that kind of hobby..." He turned to Jarvan IV: "Your Majesty, can you take a step to speak?"

Jarvan IV replied expressionlessly: "Just say it here."

He didn't even look at Huter, and he didn't even use the word Huter, his contempt was palpable.

However, Huter also seemed indifferent: "I can tolerate your small offense, Your Majesty the Prince - after all, I don't have to compete with a dead man."

"Just say what you want to say, you damn rat." Jarvan IV cursed coldly.

Huter smiled slightly: "In about two hours, you will see the Noxians launching an attack. I believe you have also seen what the Noxus did yesterday. Phew, he is really scary, isn't he?

?Those barbarians can always find some tall and excessive people and throw them into the army..."

"But it doesn't matter. We have found a way. As for what it is, I can't say it - I want to leave you two with some suspense."

He pointed to the large floor-to-ceiling window on the other side of the room: "Do you want to know why you two were specially moved to this room today? Because the view here is the best, and you can clearly see the entire process later."

The smile on Hueter's face became brighter and brighter: "When the Noxians break through the inner city wall, they will be surprised. Because the Dauntless Vanguard has not returned, and the Dragonhawk Knights directly affiliated with the royal family have not been dispatched.

.....You know what’s the best part?”

He laughed heartily: "I don't even need to give them a reason at all! Because you and your father won't show up. By then, they will develop things in the direction I want."

Tiana asked calmly: "Then how are you going to deal with the Noxians?"

"This is what I want you to see." Huter's smile gradually subsided, and he said slowly: "Let's wait and see, you two. The show is about to begin."

He turned around and walked out of the room, and said to the two armed guards standing at the door: "Watch them... When the matter is completed, you will know what to do."

The guards nodded, and the man in flamboyant clothes left with a relaxed pace. He walked all the way to the main hall of Dawn Castle, and the gold throne was as bright as new. The blood that had previously poured out of Jarvan III's throat

Without a trace, Huter stared at the throne for a while before sitting on it.

"How do you feel?" A demon seeker in black robes walked out of the darkness of the hall. Hueter replied calmly, as if he had anticipated his presence, "This chair is very uncomfortable."

"Yeah?"

"Do you think it would be comfortable to sit on the throne? No, Jarvan III looks like a seventy-year-old at the age of fifty. This chair..." Hughtel said with an intriguing tone.

He patted the armrest of the chair with a smile, and then said: "But it's a curse."

The magic seeker didn't say anything more about the chair. He turned to another matter: "When should we activate the colossus?"

"Are the preparations done?"

"The magic power of three hundred mages should be enough to keep him active until all the Noxians are killed."

Huter nodded. He leaned on the throne with a lazy posture as if he was the real owner of the chair: "Then... let the show begin."

The demon searcher nodded slightly and then withdrew, leaving Huter alone sitting on the throne.

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This is not the first time Darius has fought against the Demacians. In fact, he has fought against these stubborn bastards too many times. However, this is the only time he has fought with these people in their capital.

A war.

He had already expected that things would not be easy - Demacians were always known for their stubbornness and strict discipline. This could be considered a Patriotic War, and they would only fight harder than before.

But... this is actually better.

Thinking like this, a hideous smile appeared on his face unconsciously, and his appearance became more and more similar to Thain's.