Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Galen's hands were itchy.

Don’t get me wrong, he’s not unhappy because those Noxians have already surrendered, so what can he do if they’re unhappy? What’s more, he hasn’t seen these Noxians do anything evil. At present, they have nothing but execution.

The most important things besides demon hunters and nobles are to maintain order, distribute food to residents, and repair houses.

The reason for his itchy hands was simple: he was not used to holding a sword for too long.

Since Galen was seven years old, he spent most of the day swinging his sword every day. There were days when he even had to hold his training sword while sleeping. After he joined the army as an adult, the fearless pioneers often took on the most dangerous tasks.

As a result, the time spent holding the sword actually took longer than when I was a child.

This is a habit, a habit that has been integrated into his bones. But now he has no way to cure this itchy hands. Although the Noxians did not treat them as prisoners, they even gave Galen such

The commander received special treatment, allowing him to live in the former Demacia Royal Palace. But they were not fools, and collecting weapons and armor was a must.

Helpless, he had no choice but to stand on the balcony and look at the scenery below. A trace of peace suddenly appeared in his heart.

Naturally, this kind of enjoyment that seemed a bit luxurious now could not last long. Not long after, someone opened the door to his room. A Noxian soldier, whose whole body was wrapped in black armor, stood silently.

At the door, after Galen turned around, he said in a hoarse voice: "Please come with me."

Galen was not familiar with the palace. He didn't spend much time here, and he didn't like such a magnificent environment. Even the Noxians seemed familiar to him. They had been walking through the palace for a long time.

, and then walked out of this maze-like place.

Outside the palace gate, there is a very tall man standing on the magnificent stairs. He is not wearing a helmet. The black armor is the same as those of the soldiers, without any gaps, but it is a bit more thick than theirs.

It was ferocious. There were spikes on the shoulder armor and hand armor, and they shone with a cold light. They were obviously not just decorative items.

He had short black hair and a long and narrow wound on his right eye. The first time he saw Galen, he grinned: "So, you are the Galen Crownguard?"

"it's me."

Even without armor or weapons, he was still a head shorter than him. Galen still maintained his neither humbleness nor arrogance. He nodded calmly: "What are you doing?"

The man glanced at him, took a step forward, and suppressed his smile: "Silent Wolf Legion, Darius."

"Don't you have a military rank?" Galen asked with a frown. This Noxian man could tell at a glance that he was a veteran warrior. It was impossible for such a person to be promoted without meritorious deeds.

"We don't need these things here." Darius turned around and gestured to him, gesturing for him to follow him. As he walked, he said: "Everyone in the legion is treated as a brother or sister.

We only have one general."

"With all due respect, where are we going?"

"Go meet your sister."

Darius glanced back slightly. The expression on Galen's face was hard to describe. He was worried, lucky and other emotions mixed together.

"Then what?"

"What then?" Darius asked.

"You're not just planning on letting me meet my sister, are you?"

"if not?"

Galen took a deep breath: "If there are any conditions or things that need me to do, you can tell me now. Please don't talk to me about these things in front of my sister."

"You think of me too dirty, Garen Crownguard." Darius's calm voice came from the front, with an undoubted power. "Noxus is not willing to use a little girl.

To threaten you, not to mention, you are just a civilian now. Even if she doesn't find us by herself, you will be released soon."

"Civilian?" Galen asked in disbelief.

"Yes, civilian. Or are you planning to follow your example and join our army?"

After saying this, Galen was silent for a long time. They had been walking on the streets of the post-war Xiongdu. There were already civilians in twos and threes taking to the streets, either lining up to receive food from the Noxians, or

I worked with them to repair the damaged buildings. Everything seemed in order.

What made him even more unbelievable was that along the way, he didn't see any Noxian soldiers bullying civilians. This kind of situation was difficult to imagine in the past, even if Demacia advocates that everyone should be armed with discipline.

There will always be people who take advantage of loopholes.

They came to a camp all the way, which seemed to be a temporary residence for wounded soldiers from Demacia. Galen could see many doctors wearing white robes walking around the camp, and they all had a

The emblem of the wave. Obviously, this is also a Noxian.

Darius stopped at the door: "Your sister is inside. She has been here for three days. To be fair, she is doing a pretty good job as a caregiver."

"Care workers?"

Darius nodded lightly, without saying much. He just waved his hand to signal Galen to come in, and then planned to turn around and leave.

This situation was simply unacceptable to Galen - I am the commander of an elite enemy legion, and you just...thrown me at the door of the wounded camp?

Watching his leaving figure, Galen thought twice before walking in. The two guards at the door did not stop him, as if they had known he would come.

There were six tents in the camp, and painful groans continued to echo above the camp. Galen looked at the doctors at a loss as they walked back and forth between the tents, not knowing how he was going to find Lux. He simply stood there

At the edge of the camp, I began to observe the environment here.

It looked like a newly made wooden fence separated the camp from the outside. If Galen's memory was correct, the wounded barracks should have been built between the third city wall and the fourth city wall. Their efficiency was really exaggerated, so

The rubble was quickly cleared away. While he was observing, he heard a cry: "Miss Laxana!"

Galen immediately looked closely and found a doctor standing at the door of a camp calling: "Miss Laxana, please come here! We need your magic, he can't hold on any longer!"

A female voice answered him quickly: "Please wait a moment, right now!"

As soon as the words fell, a girl hurriedly ran out of another tent. Her hair was messy and she was wearing dirty clothes with blood stains on them. She ran into that tent with an anxious look on her face, and Galen also walked away.

In the past, he stood silently at the door of the camp, observing the environment inside.

It was very large, with dozens of wounded soldiers lying there, and his sister was standing in a corner, talking to a doctor. Galen's hearing was quite good, and he could barely hear what they were saying.

"It's a pity, but this has gone beyond the scope of medical skills." The army doctor shook his head regretfully. He took off the blood-stained gloves on his hands and said: "If you want to bring him back to life, unless there is someone with good intentions,

The gods send miracles."

Then what did you ask her to do? Galen thought silently.

Lux pursed her lips tightly, and then said seriously: "What's his name?"

"We don't know, Miss Laxana..." The doctor raised his finger and pointed to the depths of the tent, and said: "But you can ask him yourself. Please forgive me, I have to leave - you do

After you're done, please be sure to take a rest. If I remember correctly, you didn't take any rest last night."

"It's okay, doctor." Lux smiled, and then walked straight in the direction he pointed. Galen's eyes followed her closely, never leaving her.

The soldier they were talking about was lying on a narrow cot, his body covered in bandages, and blood was seeping from the bandages on his abdomen.

Galen moved slightly closer so that he could hear their conversation clearly. The military doctor walked past him, gave him a casual glance, and left.

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No matter how many times she saw such a scene, Lux couldn't adapt. She had seen many horrific scenes of death and blood in the past few days, but she couldn't face it all calmly.

It's really terrible.

Looking at the man lying on the narrow wooden bed in front of her, still trembling slightly, Lux carefully reached out her hand and held his right hand. She called softly: "Wake up, soldier."

The man didn't respond, so Lux had to repeat it again. This time, he finally responded. The soldier struggled to move his head so that he could see clearly who was speaking. He made a fuzzy sound from his throat.

After Lux got closer, she could barely hear clearly what he said: It hurts.

A sudden sourness made her twitch her nose, but her face remained calm. Lux held his hand, and her voice was calm and gentle: "Tell me your name, soldier."

"Ai, Aisa." The soldier struggled to speak. His voice was so hoarse that it even made people feel uneasy. The voice was also extremely weak, and it was mixed with the moans around him, making it difficult to distinguish.

"Okay, Aisa." Lacus smiled softly, held his hand tightly, and said softly: "My name is Laxana, and my friends call me Lacus. Are you okay?"

"It hurts..." He kept repeating this word, his eyes filled with a kind of desire - Lux knew that it was not the desire for life.

But the desire for death.

"Listen to me, Isa."

The soldier became quiet, but the ups and downs of his chest were still extremely violent. He had to use all his strength to breathe, and blood beads continued to seep out from under the bandage, as if his body was crying, blood-red tears.

Lux's voice was still gentle, with a calming power: "You are going to die."

silence.

There was a long silence.

Aisa opened her mouth, and her heavy breathing was like a hammer hammering Lux's heart. At some point, her eyes were still filled with tears, but Lux still didn't let go of her hand.

His breathing became sharper and sharper, until at a certain point, like a flashback, he coughed violently, spitting out large swaths of blood, staining the bandage on his chest red. After doing all this,

He seemed to be able to speak clearly: "I'm scared, miss."

Lux listened to him quietly: "I...actually don't want to join the army, I want to learn painting. I feel very hurt, Miss Lux, I really feel very painful."

His words were illogical. At one moment he was describing his childhood, and at another he was talking about how terrible it was to join the army, even though he had adapted to it.

After a few minutes, he stopped. His chest stopped rising and falling, and he just looked at the top of the tent and died quietly.

Lux was not surprised by this. In fact, there were not many people like Aisa who could say a lot before they died. Most of them would die before they had time to say their names. She just

feel sad.

Holding Aisa's still warm hand, Lacus gently placed his hand on his chest. In the dim tent, a ray of light flashed past. Only Lacus herself knew that Aisa placed it on his chest.

There is already a condensed light spot under the palm of his chest. When he is buried, this light spot will provide him with a long and weak light in the coffin.

Lux also knew that doing this was only to comfort herself, and that these things were of no use to the dead. But she had to do something to give herself some psychological comfort, otherwise, she would not be able to persist.

She slowly stood up, turned her head, and saw her brother.

"Galen? Is that you?" she asked in disbelief.

"yes......."

Before Galen could finish his words, he only had time to utter one word, and Lux ​​threw herself into his arms. The girl's head was pressed against his chest, and soon, a burst of moisture came from there.

Gently stroking her dry and messy hair, Galen whispered: "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

The girl made a muffled nasal sound.

"You know, you don't have to do this."

She raised her head stubbornly, the light in her eyes was the same as when she was a child and insisted on playing with the children in the slums: "No, this is my responsibility. I am the daughter of the Crown Guard family, since I can't go into battle

Kill the enemy, and Demacia is over. Then I have an obligation to make them less painful when they leave."

She lowered her head again: "...and this is the only thing I can do."

"It's my fault, if I came back earlier -"

"——It has nothing to do with you, brother." Lux shook her head and let go of him. The girl looked very serious at this time: "Demacia's demise is doomed. You should know this better than me."

Intellectually, Galen knew that what she said was right.

As Jarvan III grew older, he became more and more mediocre. The prowess of his youth was gone. He only knew how to sit in the palace and issue arbitrary orders one after another, exercising the authority of the king wantonly.

Sometimes the orders even contradict themselves.

Galen didn't want to investigate whether there was something fishy about it - Demacia was gone anyway, so why bother with it? He only knew that he only had his family left.