Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

At this time, there were two strangers and a big dog in his home. The dog was very thin. When he saw him coming in, his first reaction was to protect his owner who was sitting on a chair eating behind him and grinned at Kedar.

Kedar looked at the dog with admiration. Yes, it was a good dog.

But are people good people?

The young man who was eating suddenly jumped up from his chair as if his butt was on fire, and was still chewing in his mouth. The older man standing next to him looked at Kedar holding the ax and quickly raised it.

He raised his hands and said, "We don't mean any harm, we just want to ask you some questions."

Kedar glanced at him and lowered his ax, still at an angle that could launch an attack at any time: "You broke into my home and ate my food... No malice? I don't think so.

Bar."

The young man finally finished what was in his mouth. He swallowed it and hurriedly said: "I apologize, sir! I apologize!"

There was silence for a while, and the atmosphere in the room seemed tense and dangerous. Finally, Kedar spoke: "You are not from the Freljord, are you?"

He used an affirmative tone.

The young man's expression became a little stunned, and the older man smiled bitterly: "Is it so obvious?"

It's too obvious. Freljordians will not break into other people's homes casually... If anyone does this, it will mean death. Kedar put the ax on his shoulder and said calmly: "

Is that woman related to you?"

"Have you met her?!"

Young people are always impatient. Kedar smiled softly: "Yes, she is dead."

"Dead? Sir, are you sure?" The older man's expression became serious: "Have you seen her body with your own eyes?"

"She stopped breathing and her heart stopped beating. She was covered in blood and there were injuries everywhere. I dug her grave. Is this enough?"

The two uninvited guests looked at each other, and their expressions quickly became complicated. Finally, the older man said softly: "Sir, you may not know——"

A miserable scream interrupted his words, and Kedar could swear to Orn that he had never heard such an unpleasant sound, as if someone was rubbing two table knives against his eardrums.

At the same time, a naked figure broke through his window and jumped in. The corner of Kedar's eye twitched - there was no such thing as glass in Freljord, so he used a sliding window as suggested. This

The result of something crashing in was that the table he placed under the window also moved westward.

The table was broken into several pieces, and a sharp piece of wood avenged itself, inserted straight into the sole of its foot. No blood flowed out. It seemed as if it couldn't feel any pain, and its nose trembled slightly.

, assuming the posture of a wild animal looking for a scent.

Kedar discovered that it was the woman for whom he had dug the grave with his own hands.

She, no, she was naked. Compared with what Kedar had seen before, she was very different. The skin all over her body had turned an abnormal purple color, and there were a lot of purple spots on her thighs and arms.

Red blood vessels protruded. The face also became horrifying. Its sharp canines poked out of its lips and roared at the people in the room.

In the next second, an ax hit its head - Kedar's ax was embedded in its skull. At the same time, Ornn's mark on the ax handle glowed brightly.

In an instant, the ax blade turned a red color like lava, like a hot knife cutting through butter. It cut open its head smoothly and even split open half of its chest.

Kedar took back the ax and kicked the thing with his foot. After noticing that there was fresh soil on the soles of its feet, he put the ax on his shoulder and said to the two people and the dog who were still in a daze: "Come on.

Please explain."

The older man took a deep breath: "My name is Will Ledger, and this is my apprentice, Morse. We have been chasing her for half a month..."

"Stop, let me ask the question." Kedar made a stop gesture, and thanks to the intimidation brought by his axe, Wiledger said nothing. "First, why did I see

She had no clothes on?"

"She can't wear any clothes anymore. She is already severely infected. Any fabric or armor is fatal to them."

Frowning, Kedar did not hesitate on this issue: "Then, why did she show fear when she saw me?"

"Perhaps in her sight, what she saw was not you." Wilridge's face was very ugly, as if he had recalled some unbearable memory. "You said you dug the grave for her. We can go there.

Take a look?"

"I said, I'll ask questions."

"All right."

"Where are you from?"

"...Piltover."

"Do I look like an idiot?" Kedar sneered. "There's half a continent between Freljord and Piltover, and I don't think the rich guys over there will be fine.

Run over here."

"Whether you believe it or not, sir, we are indeed from Piltover." Will Ledger pursed his lips and touched his gray-white beard, feeling a little helpless: "Besides, we can go and take a look.

Her grave? Please, this is important, this involves..."

Before he could finish speaking, Kedar turned around and left: "Follow me."

Not long after, they were led by Kedar to the tomb located in the forest. The originally tightly covered ground had been dug up, dirt was everywhere, and there was no one in the tomb.

Willridge lay on the ground and solemnly took out a magnifying glass with a faint silver light from his thick coat pocket. He just started observing the soil with the magnifying glass in the dark forest. The scene looked funny.

And ridiculous.

After a moment, he sighed: "Hell, my guess is true... they can really be resurrected."

"Now, it's your turn to explain." Kedar said calmly.

Will Ledger stood up with a wry smile. This somewhat academic old man smiled like a widower: "Okay, okay, sir..."

Things are actually not complicated.

As we all know, the people of Piltover consider themselves the 'City of Progress', although the Zaans living below them may have different opinions on this. But the rich are the rich, and they don't care what the Zaans think.

, they only care about their own interests. Once upon a time, Will Ledger was also such a person.

Until his experiment went awry.

He has quite a reputation in Piltover and is a rare biologist. In a city full of machines, there is obviously little room for development for a scholar who specializes in biology. After all, everyone has begun to "mechanically ascend"

, you are still tinkering with the extremely expensive body strengthening injections, there is no future at all.

But as a native of Piltover, Willridge was not satisfied with this. His surname also did not allow him to stop there.

Otherwise, he will not be eligible to be buried in the family cemetery after his death.

By chance, his sponsor was an antique dealer, and he happened to buy a batch of "fresh goods" from the caravan. Among them was an ordinary-looking bear head mask. That thing was visited by someone who explained the progress of his research.

Will Ledger saw it.

According to his own words, "At first glance, I felt like I was possessed by a demon. I bought the thing back from the sponsor at a high price."

What happened next was somewhat beyond the scholar's understanding.

He began to lose consciousness and became unlike himself. He knew something was wrong, but for a whole week, he couldn't put down the mask on his own. It seemed like it was glued to his hand. Will

Laizhe didn't think about it, didn't do research, and stared at this thing all day long. After a week, he started to dream.

Weird dream.

In the dream, he put on a mask and became omnipotent, almost like a god, roaring at the sky all day long. Kedar was deeply impressed by Wiledger's expression when he said this - he didn't look like a god.

Instead of recalling this feeling, his face was full of fear.

Another two weeks passed, and he, who had been staring at the mask in a daze, failed to produce the results that the funder wanted, so the funds were withdrawn, and Willridge became a little depressed, although he had expected this.

.

But humans can't resist emotions, so he went to the bar and got drunk for a few nights. When he came home smelling of alcohol, his laboratory had been smashed up and the floor was in a mess.

, his research information and the unfinished human body strengthening injections have been looted.

In addition, the bear head mask was also missing. Wiledger immediately called the police, but the officers who arrived found nothing. Not long after, rumors began to spread in the lower town of Piltover——

There is a terrifying legend about a crazy murderous monster wearing a bear mask.

"Then what?" Kedar asked.

The lines on Willridge's face became tense, and through the moonlight, Kedar could see the expression on his face as if he was about to vomit. His throat rolled a few times, and he said tremblingly: "I invited a few people

The mercenaries went to investigate the matter, and the only person who survived was found by police officers who rushed to the scene later."

"His skin color turned blue and purple, and he bit everyone he saw like a madman. The people he bitten gradually became delirious until they had a high fever. It didn't take long before the whole Xiacheng District became popular.

Symptoms. It took the Piltover authorities half a year to stabilize things... Then, they found out about me."

He continued: "However, they didn't throw me out as a scapegoat, which is quite ironic. No one cared about the human enhancement agent I proposed at the seminar. I have been researching it for ten years and no one cared about it.

I don't care. But when my injection was stolen and turned into something like that... they became interested instead."

Kedar actually didn't care about any of this, but he didn't say it. Sometimes, people have to have some emotional intelligence. So he asked: "So, how did you get here?"

"They arrested all the infected people and provided funds for the teacher to study why those people became like this and what the inexplicable contagion was." His apprentice, Morse, answered this question on behalf of the teacher.

.

"Our operation in Piltover was relatively successful and we have sufficient knowledge of those infected. We have divided them into three stages according to the degree of infection."

"People with mild infections basically still have self-awareness and a certain degree of intelligence, but sometimes they fall into a manic state. In this case, their skin color will turn blue-purple, their strength and speed will be enhanced, and they will not be afraid of pain.

It will attack everyone present indiscriminately, and there is a certain chance that those bitten will be infected."

"Moderately infected people... only have a little bit of basic consciousness left. They will refuse to wear clothes and express great fear of wearing clothes. They can only be quiet for basically two hours a day.

The rest of the time they are in a manic state. Their strength and speed have been greatly improved, and even the cages made of alloys can't pay attention to them for too long."

"Basically, they have to be replaced every three days. If it weren't for the sedative, we really wouldn't be able to move them out."

"That's enough, Morse." Willridge shook his head: "I'll do it."

He sighed: "Then, there are the severely infected people. Just like the woman you saw, they... seem to have regained their consciousness and can communicate and speak normally. But their temperament has changed

Extremely irritable, extremely thirsty for blood. He is also very cunning, and his appetite has increased greatly, and he has an inexplicable preference for raw meat."

"A month ago, ten severely infected people escaped from Piltover. We chased them all the way to here."

Kedar's heart was unmoved, and he even wanted to laugh a little.

Except for the bear-head mask, which might be a point of attention for him, he didn't believe anything that came out of these two people's mouths.

Totally don't believe it.

He's not a fool - these two helpless people can deal with ten monsters like that? And they chased them all the way from Piltover to here. What do they rely on? With their skinny dog?

?

But the problem is the problem. The scene he saw with his own eyes cannot be faked. You know, the feeling of splitting the head of that thing is still fresh in his memory. Kedar has chopped off the heads of many people, as hard as it is

It's the first time.

To put it bluntly, it's not like he's chopping people, but like using an ax to chop stone or metal.

Kedar glanced at these two idiots who regarded themselves as fools and said nothing. He just turned around and said, "You said they are contagious, right?"

"Yes, sir."

"So, what about their corpses? Is the blood contagious?"

"Why do you ask that?"

Kedar held the ax handle with both hands, and a red light lit up, illuminating his face. The man said calmly and coldly: "Oh, there is a pack of wolves near my house."

"What?"

At first, Wiledger and Morse didn't understand what he was talking about and why he suddenly mentioned wolves. But soon, they understood.