Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

The wind in Irushil seems always so cold.

The cold wind howled, and Gwendelin stood barefoot on the cold ground. The temperature that was unbearable for normal people might even be somewhat comfortable for her.

She did not wear the golden helmet, revealing her beautiful face. The moonlight shone on her white hair, and the faint moonlight seemed to have been following this lonely god.

Some time has passed since the rebellion broke out, but for her, meeting the mysterious mage still seemed like yesterday. Thinking of the sworn look on his face when he left, Gwendelin chuckled unconsciously.

Throughout the ages, she has met many fire heroes and great people in Rodlan. Only the most outstanding among them are qualified to meet Gwendelin. So why be cautious... He is more powerful than them.

It looks even more special.

Gwendelin couldn't explain clearly what was so special about him. She only knew that maybe she would never meet another person like him again in the future.

As for what he said about coming back...Gwendelin actually hoped that he would not come back. No matter what he said when he left was true or false, she did not believe that anyone could really save Rodran.

The fire is getting weaker day by day, and she can feel it. As the daughter of the Black Flame King Gwen, she has an innate sense of flames. The small flame burning in the initial furnace is now so weak.

There is no point in adding it, and maybe one day in the future, it will be completely extinguished.

Then, just like those people said.

The world has fallen into darkness, and all living beings can only wait quietly in the darkness. No one knows what kind of species will be born again in that darkness - or is it a monster?

Her delicate ears twitched slightly, and there was a sound of footsteps coming from below the god's residence. Those were the footsteps of the Silver Knights, and they would not disturb her. It was obvious that someone was visiting at this time.

Gwendolen frowned, not knowing who would visit at this time. But she still put on the golden helmet. No matter what, as a god, her majesty must be maintained. This is not only related to herself,

More importantly, this is related to the glory of the Gwen family.

It is sad to say that the last king cannot be a woman, but it is a fact.

A silver knight stopped respectfully behind her, and a dull voice came from under the helmet: "My lord, there is an Ashes who wants to see you."

ash?

With her back to the silver knight, Gwendelin held her white and slender neck high, and there was no hint of happiness or anger in her tone: "Bring him up and meet him here. My residence has been defiled by the god-defying thief.

It's actually better here. At least we can still see the moon."

The silver knight lowered his head, paused lightly on the ground with the spear in his hand, and then left without saying a word.

After a while, an Ashes who had his weapons confiscated walked up. He was wearing a slightly worn knight's armor, and his broken cloak was shaking slightly behind him. As he breathed, little sparks were falling from his body, floating in the air.

Flying freely in it.

"Oh, this power..." Gwendelin raised her eyebrows in surprise. "I underestimate you, you are actually a king hunter."

Ashes bowed and performed a standard noble etiquette. Gwendelin nodded slightly, and then asked: "Do you have a name?"

"Ashes are enough."

The voice coming from under the knight's helmet was hoarse and unpleasant. It was not in line with his status as a king hunter, but no one would care about it at this time. In a world like this, power is everything. Let alone the unpleasant sound.

, he has green skin, a crooked nose and big and small eyes. He is also the ashes of the King Hunter, and he is already qualified to transmit fire.

"So, Ashes...what do you want?"

Hui Jin was silent for a while, and then he took out a small sapling from nowhere. It was still carrying soil and was carefully placed in a tile flowerpot. He carefully held the sapling as if holding a tile flowerpot.

Holding a supreme treasure.

From the first moment the sapling appeared, Gwendelin's eyes were firmly attracted to it.

That is the breath of life.

All lives in Rodlan were born with flames. When the flames weakened, they suffered more or less degradation to varying degrees. It would be better if someone as naturally powerful as Gwendelin could still maintain her appearance.

and self-awareness. But it's different for ordinary people. They will all turn into unconscious living corpses.

Different from the walking corpses that gradually become due to the loss of human nature, they...will still retain some of their habits and do the work they did during their lifetime. But the appearance of having completely lost their human form makes people feel even more sad.

"Where did you get it?"

"The Fire Sacrifice Site." Ashes' voice was still hoarse, which was very consistent with his voice after being burned by the flames. "A mage named He Shenyan left it to me."

Even with the golden crown on his face, Hui Jin still noticed one thing keenly. When he mentioned the three words "He Shenyan", the god's surprised expression appeared.

"No wonder...since it's him, everything makes sense." Gwendelin murmured to herself, her eyes locked on the small sapling again, and she said softly: "Besides that, there are also

Have it?"

"have."

Ashes nodded and put the sapling back solemnly: "He also left a message asking me to come find you."

"This doesn't make sense, he-"

A blue light lit up, and Gwendelin turned around to look. For some reason, her heart was beating fast. It wasn't until a familiar voice came from the blue light that she relaxed: "Oh, it seems I've caught up.

Already."

A man walked out of the blue light. He was wearing a black robe, holding the cane Gwendelin gave him in his hand, with a smile on his face: "Hello, ah, fortunately I'm not late."

He first smiled at Gwendelin, and then turned to Ashes. Noticing the doubtful look in her eyes, He Shenyan patted his shoulder: "I left the sapling and the message for you, have you received it?

, I almost forgot...what to call me? My name is He Shenyan, I am a mage and I am wandering around."

"ash."

"That's it, you don't have a name?"

The slightly desolate knight shook his head, his armor even faded a little: "The container does not need a name."

"Calling yourself that way is too...forget it, I don't need to correct you." The mage laughed it off, and his face became serious: "Then, please listen, you two, I have a suggestion.

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"...so fast?"

Swain looked at the messenger with some surprise, and waited until the other party nodded again before waving him away. The man with some gray hair rubbed his brows tiredly, but there was a trace of restlessness on his face.

He smiled brightly. He sat down on the chair and let out a contented sigh: "This is really..."

"marvelous."

Anyone else would have said these three words - when you have a general who can conquer a kingdom in less than a week, what else are you dissatisfied with?

Swain pondered for a while, then stood up. Behind him hung a well-made and detailed map. He slowly stretched out his hand and hung a black chess piece in the place marked 'Demacia'

Then the smile on his face got bigger and bigger, and finally he even laughed out loud.

After a short period of happiness, Swain returned to his unsmiling look. He knew that this was just the beginning.

"Guards!" he shouted toward the door, and within seconds, a heavily armed guard opened the door.

Swain didn't even look at him. He stared intently at the documents on his desk, his brain running rapidly. After a while, he whispered: "Help me find Instructor Kronos."

The guard said with some embarrassment: "Then you may have to wait for a while. Instructor Kronos is currently training new recruits."

"Recruit?" Swain raised his head in surprise. He frowned and asked in confusion, "Where did the recruit come from?"

"A group of new people are said to be of good quality. The instructor is very interested in them. You may have to wait until evening to meet him."

"It's okay." Swain's brows relaxed. No matter where they come from, as long as they can contribute to the empire, it doesn't matter how bad their background is.

He said calmly: "Then let's send someone to notify Instructor Kronos at night... Just in time, I can take advantage of this time to formulate future plans."

Swain turned around and stared at the map again, and his eyes caught a glimpse of a city directly below Noxus—no, maybe it shouldn't be called one.

It was a collection of two city-states, one was a city of progress, and the other was a slum housing filth and dirt. But for Noxus, they would not refuse anyone who came.

On the other side, the newly built training ground of the Immortal Fortress.

Kronos did not wear a helmet, but he still wore armor. Although it was not war time, this small empire in the mortal world did not need his power for the time being.

But he still can't bring himself to take off this armor - don't get me wrong, it's not that he doesn't want to make himself more comfortable. It's just because he can't put it back on if he takes it off now. There are no servitors here.

The tall giant stood expressionless on the high platform of the training ground. No one knew what he was thinking. Everyone among the recruits running circles below would glance at him as they passed by, regardless of gender or race. There were many of them.

People even looked a little trembling because of his expressionless face.

From their point of view, with this incredibly tall and strong officer showing such an expression, they would definitely not have a good life in the future.

But in fact, Cronus was just thinking about what to have for dinner tonight.

Although he can go without food for long periods of time, as an Astartes, his physiological functions are different from those of mortals on all levels. It's like he has to eat a lot of bones and absorb the calcium in them to strengthen himself.

It's okay not to eat, but who would refuse to make themselves stronger?

If someone can pierce your skin with a blade, believe me, if you have a bone that can jam the blade, the next thing will be much easier.

Yesterday, he ate two ice yaks shipped from Freljord by himself. The meat was of good quality and the bones were okay. His appetite was surprisingly large, but the chefs in the logistics department thought they could cook it for him.

Be proud of.

Although Cronus repeatedly requested that he didn't need any delicious food, just roasted food - or even eaten raw, they obviously didn't listen to his words.

However, it tastes really good.

Thinking this, his eyes instantly moved to a soldier who was lagging behind in the running team. Kronos frowned. The super brains of the Astartes allowed him to do two things, or even three things.

.It is easy to monitor their training while thinking like this.

Superman's vision quickly allowed him to see clearly the number on the soldier's right chest, and he shouted loudly: "No. 134, come to me!"

The soldier was startled. Under the sympathetic eyes of everyone, he trotted anxiously until he came to the foot of the high platform and looked up at Kronos. His shadow completely covered the soldier.

His expression was calm, but with a great sense of intimidation.

"You fell behind, why?" Cronus asked simply and clearly.

Even such a question made the soldier blush: "I, I'm not feeling well, sir!"

"Army doctor!" Cronus immediately shouted to the side, and a doctor in white robes immediately ran over. Seeing this battle, the soldier became even more panicked: "No, no, sir. I just don't feel well.

That’s it, I’m not sick, I can still continue training!”

Kronos shook his head.

At this time, the soldier was not only blushing, but also had red eye circles. He didn't want to be regarded as a deserter - he was unwell and could not train for the time being. What was this other than a deserter? At this time, he extremely regretted why he had to say that he was not feeling well.

Come on like this.

"Number 134, relax. I know you are not lying." Looking at his puzzled eyes, Kronos said softly: "You are indeed sick."

"What? Sir, I just felt a little uncomfortable when I woke up this morning...?"

Kronos made a gesture without any intention of explaining too much: "Go and check first. If you really don't have any problems, then I assure you that you will return to training soon.

"

Watching him and the doctor leaving, Astarte shook his head - his sense of smell allowed him to smell a special smell on the soldier. He was sick, and very sick, even himself.

Didn't know I was sick.

But the question is... Is this the kind of thing he thinks? It's not yet certain. Although the two universes are so far apart, it's not without lessons... Kronos

The purple light appeared in front of his eyes again, he snorted coldly, and returned to his duties.

Kronos's slightly sharp eyes began to scan around the training soldiers. Unsure of the reason, they thought that the officer was simply dissatisfied with them, so they accelerated their running speed.