Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Fear is contagious, and a stiff chain spreads among the crowd. Sarah herself is among them - she has made a lot of preparations and has done countless self-psychological constructions beforehand. However, when she really saw those

When the dead returned, she was inevitably paralyzed by fear.

Fortunately, it was only for a moment.

The pistols fired repeatedly, and they were carefully maintained and lived up to Sarah's trust. An amorphous group of undead was penetrated by bullets, and a big hole was made in its mist-like body. Sarah was surprised to see an appearance on its face.

The expression of pain made her quite puzzled by this discovery.

Is it possible that these undead people can still feel pain?

She didn't quite believe it, but she continued to pull the trigger. The recoil was perfectly controlled by her, and every bullet fired with fatal speed and accuracy.

Then, she killed another physical thing. The damn thing looked like a cross between a bat and a wolf. It happened to be that the most disgusting parts of the two creatures were chosen.

Raven brandished the saber in his hand, which he had snatched from the Demacians during a raid. He had been bragging about it for a long time, no matter how much he exaggerated his bravery in the story. But the saber

It's genuine Demacia steel, forbidden from magic, sharp and tough.

"Damn it, Demacian products are so useful!"

Her first mate yelled vulgarly, and the others didn't show any mercy. They either shouted the name of the bearded lady, or the name of their lover or hometown, and some even shouted that they didn't know where they came from.

The name of the god, that weird name sounds like an evil god from a foreign land.

There is faith.

This thought flashed through Sarah's mind again, yes, there are beliefs - just believe. The purpose of these beliefs is to give yourself the courage to defeat the enemies in front of you, rather than to delve into whether the existence in those mythical stories is true.

All right.

She sighed softly, and took off the two prepared fragmentation bombs from her belt. Specially provided by Zaun, they strengthened the lethality. She raised these two treasures that could even sink ships, and aimed at them.

The black mist rolled in from the other end of the Pickpocket Square and threw him into it.

The explosion was so deafening that Sarah almost felt like she had lost her hearing. Wood chips and gravel flew everywhere in the rising firelight and thick smoke, and some bone fragments were blown out from the thick fog. She was very satisfied with what she saw.

As a result of the battle, the sound of explosions in her ears had not subsided, and because of this, she could not hear the warning from the first mate.

"Captain! Captain!"

Lei Wen roared with blinding eyes, trying hard to aim the pistol in his hand at the ghost hovering above Sarah's head. It was like a rag, with two sharp claws protruding from both ends of its body.

There was even a dark blue will-o'-the-wisp glowing on it.

It circled again, seeming to laugh at Raven's trembling arms.

The face hidden under the rag was revealed for the first time. It was full of rotten meat, with black holes in the eye sockets, and its jaw opened and closed. It even gestured to Raven. This situation made

The first mate felt chills all over - they actually have brains?!

It rose high and rushed down from Sarah's head with icy mist. Its sharp bone claws were about to pierce her through.

The first mate fired repeatedly, but none of them hit. This damn thing was incredibly fast. Raven closed her eyes in pain, not wanting to see her captain die. She was the only real person in this hellish place like Bilgewater.

The captain treats his crew as human beings.

"clang--!"

The sound of gold and iron mingling resounded in everyone's ears. Raven opened his eyes and found that his captain had pulled out the long sword from his waist at some point and was currently fighting with the ghost.

He was overjoyed, but the movements of his hands were not slow at all - he really couldn't hit that damn thing flying around in the air before, but it was different now!

"Son of a bitch! Try this!"

Raven pulled the trigger repeatedly, and in the smoke of burning queen grass, the bullets flew out, turning the thing into a hornet's nest.

"Hold!"

Sarah also rarely used foul language. In a life-or-death situation, you cannot ask everyone to maintain elegant etiquette. She put the sword back into her waist, picked up the pistol she had thrown on the ground in desperation, and carefully observed her surroundings.

Her subordinates also gradually moved closer to her.

"What the hell, Captain, where did that bomb come from? It's too powerful!" a crew member complained to her, digging his fingers into his ears.

"Zun's goods." Sarah briefly explained to him, then turned to her first mate and asked. "What's going on? Why didn't they attack?"

"I don't know either."

Raven answered honestly, while loading his pistol, he said: "I have spent six soul-eating nights, captain, and this is the strangest one. Logically speaking, those fear knights

We should have taken action long ago."

"Dread Knights? I thought they were just legends."

"Sometimes." The first mate took a breath and replied flatly. "Riding a horse, wearing an iron helmet, coming and going like the wind, and able to kill a dozen good men with just a swing of his weapon - these are the Dread Knights, and they

The head is even more remarkable."

Before he could explain who their heads were, he was stunned. The mist dispersed by the bombs gathered again, revealing an unacceptably huge shadow. The mist slowly enveloped them.

"Damn..." Someone cursed in a low voice, but Sarah did not make a sound. She fell into great regret.

Every year on Soul Haunting Night, Gangplank makes a deal with the Baru priests to let them protect the city.

Therefore, everyone must pay to him, and those who do not pay have no right to live. Even so, the high amount is not affordable for most people. For civilians, you either owe him money.

, lingering in his own home relying on the Baru statue he bought to survive the soul-eating night, or simply die.

Everyone who owed money to Planck died miserably.

The reason why she wanted to kill Gangplank was not just because of her parents' hatred, but also because she wanted to prove that as long as people unite, they can survive the Night of Souls, and there is no need to rely on that bastard Gangplank. But now, look at it

Come......

As the fog drew closer, Sarah thought, I didn't just kill myself and my crew, I pushed the city into a pit of fire.

——Then, a thunder sounded.

"boom--!"

Huge golden lightning fell from the sky, illuminating everyone's faces. The burst of light at that moment illuminated the night like day, and the thunder became louder and denser, as if there was a mad giant waving in the sky.

It was like a hammer hitting iron felt. Raven's face was completely drained of blood.

He didn't understand what was going on.

In fact, no one understands.

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He Shenyan was sitting on the highest mountain in Bilgewater. The biting cold wind blew through his black robe, making the corners of his clothes rustle. It should be impossible to go up here. The cliff is too steep, unless

You can fly, otherwise it would be impossible to gain a foothold here.

As it happens, he can fly.

The sight in front of him made him feel a rare emotion - to be honest, he was used to seeing the Astartes blasting each other with bolters and using star battleships to fight each other in gangs. Come back and see these unique

Mortals' close combat with cold weapons has a somewhat different feeling.

At this moment, the magic runes that had been placed in advance gave him a feedback. From the lower city of Bilgewater, a mother and daughter hiding at home were about to be abducted by the undead in the black mist. He moved his fingers slightly,

A golden thunder fell from the sky, bringing the dead man back to where he originally belonged.

A black wolf paced back and forth maliciously beside him.

"Why are you the only one this time?" He Shenyan turned his head and smiled at it. The black wolf was so frightened by this sudden smile that he almost turned into smoke and flew away.

After a while, it found that the hateful mage had no intention of attacking it, so the black wolf became bolder again. It walked back cautiously, sticking out its scarlet tongue and said: "The sheep has other things to do."

"Isn't this right? Together you are Qian Jue."

"Huh." Hei Lang shook his head unhappily. "No, Qianjue is the name of a sheep, and that's not my name."

"Really? What's your name?"

"I won't tell you! Damn mage!"

The wolf spirit made an unpleasant cry and seemed to be laughing. He Shenyan glanced at it and was surprised by the innocence of this god of death - in most worlds, the existence responsible for harvesting and extraditing souls would not be so lively, and in front of him

This one is different.

"Let me guess, it was probably you and her who had a conflict?"

"We never quarrel."

Wolf Spirit put on a bad face again: "It's just that she doesn't need to come here. There are escapees everywhere. They can't use Qianjue's bowstring, and they only deserve my teeth."

"I didn't even watch you go down and kill a few undead."

"What do you know? A mage is a mage and will never understand the wisdom of a wolf!"

This wolf spirit without Qian Jue to restrain him seemed to be getting carried away.

It was no longer afraid of He Shenyan, and simply lay down next to him, putting on a treacherous look, and the black mist on its body even trembled: "Now is not the time, the escapees will still return if they are killed by mortals."

I won’t go down into that nasty black fog now. It’s all a waste of time.”

"Can't you just take them away?"

"We have to follow the rules."

At this point, Hei Lang stuck out his tongue in great frustration: "The damn master of the black mist took advantage of this opportunity. As long as the black mist exists, those undead are not really dead. I can't take them away directly."

soul."

"You are too weak." He Shenyan said with great sympathy. "To be honest, you are probably the weakest Shinigami I have ever seen."

"That's just because you are too strong!" Wolf Spirit grinned at him. "Damn mage, as strong as a monster! I hate it, I hate it! You are as annoying as that dragon!"

"Dragon? Do you mean the dragon that is as bright as the stars?"

"it's him!"

The black wolf tilted its head to the side unhappily, and just missed the moment when He Shenyan shook his finger and pulled the thunder to kill a large group of ugly undead. It said: "He hasn't come back to see me and Qian Jue for a long time!"

He Shenyan raised his head thoughtfully. The sky covered by dark clouds was pitch black, with almost no stars visible, let alone the moon. But this was a situation for mortals, and for him, it was

It's a different scene.

He laughed intriguingly and softly comforted Hei Lang: "Maybe it's not that he doesn't want to come back, but that he can't come back."

"I don't believe what you are saying. There is not a word of truth in your mouth."

"You think of me too badly."

"You were so bad to begin with, weren't you? You brought that sun here inexplicably, and now it's better. Neither the sheep nor I can find a human to take it away!" The wolf spirit roared at him angrily.

"He has taken away all human souls!"

He Shenyan shrugged: "Is it possible that they wanted to follow him instead of him deciding to take them away? Souls also have feelings and basic intelligence. Maybe they just don't want to leave with you two.

."

"Anyway, whatever you say makes sense..." Wolf Spirit lay on the side in frustration, motionless.

The next period of time was quite dull. He Shenyan tried to tease this stupid black mist-like wolf several times, but it was obviously not that stupid. No matter how much the mage provoked it, it stopped talking.

In desperation, He Shenyan had no choice but to continue the work at hand - he didn't care about the pirates who were guilty of crimes, but the kind-hearted people and civilians who lived honestly were always used by him with thunder when the situation was critical.

Saved.

Like Black Wolf, he is also waiting.

What are you waiting for?

Waiting for dawn.

The Night of Soul Erosion only lasts for one night. Although the undead can return to the world of the living, they cannot resist the power of the sun. When the time is up, they must return. And then, it will be his turn.

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Foego was trying to remember.

Ah, what does her face... look like?

Blonde, blue eyes? With a delicate nose and full lips, with dimples every time she smiles...? No. It doesn't seem to be the case.

Black hair? Brown hair? What does her face... look like?

This man who was as pale as a ghost sat on his throne without saying a word. The throne was charred and dilapidated, like the heart left after being burned. The king's blade was inserted into the ground by him, and the hard obsidian was like tofu.

It was torn apart easily, and the blade trembled slightly deep in the ground.

Just like his heart - always trembling because of pain.

A kind of hole took root and sprouted deep in his heart. Logically speaking, what grew should fill the heart, but what grew in his heart was a hole.

Foego stared blankly ahead, the warning of the black mist falling on deaf ears to him. Thresh is dead? He deserves it. He is a cruel jailer, an executioner, a madman. If he is still the king, Thresh will definitely be punished.

put to death.

Hecarim is also dead? Ah, that doesn't matter...it doesn't matter, there is no shortage of powerful dead people in the Black Mist.

Such as him.

The King of the Dead sat on his throne, his fingers gently stroking the hilt of the King's Blade. A kind of sadness made him speechless - Isulde, where are you?

He got no answer.

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"His grandma's performance is really awesome!"

Olaf happily used an ax to perform a small operation on a rotten corpse, making it talk openly to him. Even the best surgeon in Piltover could not find anything wrong with the rotten corpse.

The entire chest was opened by Olaf. No matter what he was like in life, he must be an open-minded person now.

Before it was over, the berserker who jumped into the black mist and started killing people turned around and hit his head with an axe. The ax blade made by Zhenbing was extremely sharp, but he used it from the side - the thick Zhenbing killed one in one go.

The amorphous smoke turned into ashes. He shouted Locke's name, not to mention how happy he was living here.

"If I don't die this year, I will come again next year!"

Olaf's words were heard by others on the side. They all followed the Freljordian closely in the black mist, not daring to leave him at all. There was no way, only he had the fighting ability to fight with him.

One enemy has many enemies, and with his help, others will have more hope of survival.

But his words... still shocked many people.

A trembling sailor held the sword in his hand and asked a Freljord captain who came here with him with a sad face: "Has he always been this crazy?"

"You still don't see enough."

The Freljord man was a little older and had a gray beard. This was rare on the cruel ice plains, and perhaps it had something to do with the fact that he had left there long ago to go to sea to survive. While loading his pistol,

While saying to the sailor: "Olav is famous in our place, everyone has basically heard of his name."

"Why? Because he's a madman?"

"No. Just in terms of the degree of madness, he is not even ranked among us." The guy said firmly, and then he laughed. "He is from Luokefa, and the fortune teller in his tribe predicted that he will be peaceful.

To the Lockeans, this way of dying is no different from that of a coward."

"Then what?"

"Then he did this - running around, challenging giants and legendary warriors, and he made up his mind that he was going to die in an epic battle worthy of praise. So, you should be able to understand now why he said he would come back next year

Already."

"Damn it, what is this if not a lunatic?!"

Another man wearing an open-chested shirt and dressed as a harpooner interjected indignantly, and at the same time, he beat a zombie hound that Olaf had missed without touching it to death with a shovel in his hand: "We spend money every year.

I tried my best to run away and leave this hellish place, but he said he would come back next year?!"

Olaf didn't bother to pay attention to their gossip. He heard them all clearly, but he didn't want to pay attention at all - no one could understand him, not his fellow tribesmen, not even the warm-blooded people. He understood this from a long time ago

It's over.

Just kill.

He laughed softly. For a moment, he was covered in blood and rotten flesh and still laughing loudly. Compared with the ghosts walking through the black mist, he couldn't say who was more terrifying.

The sailor shuddered and asked the Freljord captain with fear: "He won't kill him, so he will kill us too, right?"

"Don't worry, as long as you don't mess with him, Olaf generally has no interest in soft-legged shrimps like you. Unless, of course, you scold him in front of him."

"Do I look sick?"

"It's very similar." The old captain kicked him to the ground and fired repeatedly with the pistol in his hand, killing several carrion crows that appeared out of nowhere. They fell to the ground, and some even

They were still twitching. The captain ran over them with his feet and pulled the sailor up from the ground.

"Aren't you sick?"

He looked at the sailor seriously and said to him seriously: "Everyone is busy finishing their wounds and looking for things that Olaf didn't kill or didn't see, but you are here asking questions. You

Is your brain okay?"

The sailor's face turned blue and white.

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Not far away from them, a hooded figure was slowly walking alone. It was not that the ghosts in the black mist had no thoughts about him, but that they really could not contact him.

A low buzzing sound flashed, and two beams of light hit a huge ghost horse one after another. The poor beast was quickly melted into a puddle of mud. Its essence rose from it, and before his eyes, it

He was about to be taken away by the black mist again. But the hooded man took the lead and took out a silver nail from his arms.

After being soaked in the holy spring, it is nine inches long and is engraved with runes to ward off evil spirits.

He pressed the silver nail against the spirit that was about to rise, and stabbed it fiercely into it. The miserable green spirit dissipated with a fierce whine, and the hooded man took off his hood,

Revealing a dark face: "Don't resist, death is coming for you. As I say, this is the end."

A pendant around his neck was shining in the dark.

He took back the silver nail with a complex expression on his face, and his heart was full of loss - he had been chasing the evil undead for several years, but he had never really found its existence. The Soul Eating Night might be an opportunity, but he was already roaming here.

One night, it was still two hours before dawn, but I still hadn't found it.

Hammer stone......

He silently recited the name of his enemy. There was not much hatred in his eyes, but only a kind of calmness and a terrifying persistence that would not give up until he achieved his goal.

"I will find you." He muttered silently, raised his hand to caress his pendant, and slowly opened it.

With a slight click, the pendant box opened, and a slight light suddenly illuminated. Lucian stared blankly at the face on it, not even realizing where the light came from.

He didn't realize anything until the pistol in his waist that once belonged to Senna was so bright that it almost burned him.

As if all the strength in his body had been drained, Lucian suddenly collapsed to the ground. He raised his head and looked at the sky. A tiny ray of light rushed straight towards him and formed a human shape in front of him.

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