Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"True, all the civilians who need refuge have been brought here."

"Very good, let's get down."

In a few words, Illaoi asked all the monks and priests to go down and rest. They are no longer needed. The temple is protected by Naga Kapoulos, and the undead and the black mist cannot approach here. According to the past, she would be here

I sit here until dawn and until the end of the Soul Eating Night.

But not this time.

Illaoi was carrying the 'Shenxi', this terrifyingly heavy statue with one hand. She took heavy steps and came to the center of the hall. It used to be very clean, but now it is crowded with refugees. At least three hundred people were crammed here.

The callers range from civilians to pirates, traders, sailors... there are all kinds of people, but there are definitely no people who commit heinous crimes.

They cannot enter the temple of Nagakapoulos, or even get close. If they dare, Illaoi will smash all of their knees with the 'Gods'.

"The True One." A sailor with bare arms greeted her anxiously. Illaoi knew this man. He lived nearby. His parents died young, leaving him with two younger sisters. This twenty-year-old

The young man had to bear the burden of the family on his own shoulders. He had been working as a coolie on the dock for four years.

"Hello, Fabian."

Illaoi nodded calmly to him, and the power contained in her movements made Fabian calm down and no longer panicked. When he saw the two girls huddled behind Fabian

, she showed an imperceptible smile.

"Don't worry, Fabian. Stay here with your family." She said with relief. "This terrible night will be over soon."

"I believe you, the real one, you have been protecting us for many years." Fabian swallowed, raised his hand and hammered his chest. "But...are you going out?

"

"Yes."

Illaoi said calmly.

Her answer surprised Fabian. In fact, it was not just him. The hall was soon filled with whispers, and people began to fill Illaoi's ears with various speculations. She was not bored.

——Ordinary people are like this, and she can't blame them for this.

They have no power, no power, no money - they don't have anything that can give them higher insights, which is why they rely on Illaoi wholeheartedly, hoping that she can lead them through this terrible crisis.

Night. How could she blame a group of people who believed in her wholeheartedly?

"Everyone! Be quiet and listen to me."

She didn't need to make loud noises or roar to remind them. With just a simple shout, everyone fell silent. They stared at this strong lady and waited for her next words.

Illaoi spoke slowly.

"I do have to leave the temple, but you don't have to worry. The power of Nagakapoulos protects all of us. It protects me and you. Her love for everyone is equal, but she just hopes that you can

It’s just to truly understand your own path, that’s all.”

"And my departure has nothing to do with this - you don't have to accept my teachings and trials. The reason why I left is because I want to put an end to the evil beast that harms people, Soul Eating Night, once and for all."

Her words were loud and clear. Three hundred pairs of eyes looked at him, gradually turning from numb and lifeless to full of light. Like theirs, Illaoi's heart was filled with strength little by little: "It has been seven years since the evil beast invaded.

Hundreds of years of history. In these seven hundred years, few people really want to resist."

"I will be the first one," she said calmly. "No matter whether I succeed or not, no matter whether I can survive - but I want to be the first one, and I want to prove it to you."

"What do you want to prove?" one person asked boldly.

Illaoi didn't answer, but just smiled. Such a smile should not have appeared on her face. It was quiet and beautiful, and it was completely unmatched by her face that was incompatible with beauty. However, at that moment, she

so gorgeous.

A radiance bloomed on her face.

The priest of Nagakapoulos slowly walked out of her temple, still holding the gods in his hand. A man stood outside the hall with his hands behind his back, having been waiting for a long time. He stared at the long steps below without saying a word.

Illaoi came behind him respectfully and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty the Messenger."

"I heard your speech inside, really - I have to say, you exceeded my expectations. You are one of those few people."

"the minority?"

He Shenyan turned his head to look at her, stretched out his hand, and gently took the heavy statue that she never left more than twenty meters away from her body. The solid iron block was as light as a stone in his hand, and the mage even relied on only two

He lifted it up with his fingers. In Illaoi's eyes, this kind of thing was just another miracle.

She doesn't know yet - this man actually has nothing to do with her god.

"Yes, only a few people really have the courage to do the right things. This is very difficult, very rare."

He raised the god high, and the power belonging to Naga Kapoulos completely exploded on it. A dark blue vortex suddenly emerged from the air, and the surrounding area was filled with the moisture of the sea, which was very common around the temple.

Uncommonly, a green tentacle grew out of the ground and gently took over the god.

"What is this, Lord Messenger?"

"A trial - haven't you done this many times? Accept the power of Naga Kapoulos and let those with potential meet their true self and find their mission. I want this city to meet it

My true self.”

As soon as He Shenyan finished speaking, the ground shook.

The rubble started to fall down bit by bit from the top of the highest mountain in Bilgewater. These stones carrying fatal kinetic energy did not kill any mortals along the way, but accurately hit the body of every undead. They were wailing.

Disappeared. This time, their spirits truly disappeared, instead of returning to the black mist to recharge their batteries.

In the deepest part of the black mist, a pale ghost sitting on a throne suddenly opened his eyes.

"By the way, Illaoi. I remember you are from the Serpent Islands, right? Is there a profession there called Snake Caller?"

"Yes, Sir Messenger...why do you ask this suddenly?"

"Because I plan to give it a try."

He showed a smile and lightly stamped his feet. The magic power sank into the ground and into the sea. In an instant, he established a connection with Nagakapoulos from the deepest part of the distant sea. The power of the snake mother began to flow from the sea.

The plane emerged, illuminating the night, and the blue-green light of power appeared in people's eyes along with the huge figure of her heir.

Illaoi looked at what was happening in front of her in shock - she couldn't understand it, and she couldn't understand it. This messenger did what even the best snake caller couldn't do. He summoned the holy beast with just one stamp of his foot.

And they are the kind of holy beasts that will never appear in shallow sea areas. There are even fifteen of them. You know, each of them is tens of meters in size.

"give it to you."

He said lightly, took out a horn from his arms, and threw it to Illaoi. Above their heads, the tentacle was still raising the god higher and higher, as if it was about to touch the sky.

"What are you going to do?"

"Do something I should have done a long time ago."

He Shenyan laughed: "Drive them to kill the undead. The black mist can also be swallowed by them, but driving them depends on your determination, true. This is also a trial, let me see your

Determination can keep these sea beasts at bay - don't let me down."

As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared from the spot.

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"what happened?!"

Foego lost his temper and threw the King's Blade on the ground. He had no bearing of a king at all. However, his current appearance was no longer comparable to that of a king.

An undead with a dark green face replied expressionlessly: "My lord, no one knows what is going on. Thresh and Hecarim are both dead. Only Karsus is still executing your orders. He is on the coastline.

Fighting those Noxians on the border, they're extremely tough."

"I don't give a damn about Noxus!" Foego roared. "Thousands of undead just really died—! Do you understand!?"

He made his voice grow longer: "Dead! Really dead! The Curse of Destruction cannot bring back their souls. Do you know what this means? You incompetent waste, do you know?!"

The pale ghost fell to the ground, covered his face and cried with a hoarse voice: "This means that those ordinary people have found a way to counter me - oh!"

He cried out in grief: "Isulde! Why is fate so unfair to me! First I lost you, and then mortals can actually resist! How can I find your memory left in the world? I want to

How can I bring you back to me again?!"

The undead bowed gently to him and left the depths of the black mist without saying a word. He had long been accustomed to the king's behavior, and he was getting crazier day by day. A second ago, he might have been holding a

You are smiling happily in an oil painting, and in the next second you may beheaded with a sword.

He floated and came to the wasteland. This is the embodiment of the king's heart. From this desolate scenery, we may be able to get a glimpse of some inner problems. However, the undead has no intention of thinking about this at all. He just wants to hurry up.

Return to the Shadow Isles so that you can continue to torture the few souls you exchanged for Thresh.

His little wish came true.

A pale and slender hand held his head, and tiny thunderbolts surged out from the palm of his hand, shocking him to death, but unable to truly die. At the same time, he was horrified to discover that the ruins that maintained his existence were

The curse is disappearing little by little.

Almost in an instant - the feeling of dilapidation that had existed for thousands of years disappeared, replaced by a dead silence and coldness that suppressed all emotions. He no longer had emotions and no longer had self-awareness.

.

The hand loosened.

The undead knelt on the ground without saying a word.

He Shenyan sighed softly and shook his hand. He had just used pure necromancy to undo the curse, and then used some tricks of the necromancy school to regain control of the corpse. The soul in it had already been completely absorbed.

Be loyal to him. His past memories are being quickly reviewed by the mage.

After a moment, he nodded.

"Okay, first question."

He raised a finger: "Who is Isolde?"

"The king's queen." The undead replied dully.

"Nothing unexpected... Okay, what kind of tragic old-fashioned love story is this? Forget it, I don't care." He Shenyan sighed again. "Then why does he drive Black Mist to go to the living every year?

The world? Is it related to the stars?"

"I have never heard of the existence of star spirits. The king wants to find the queen's broken soul by driving the undead in the black mist. Her soul was shattered in the reversal of Blessed Light Island and is everywhere in the world. The king wants to save her.

return."

"I've heard enough."

The mage nodded and removed the spell that maintained the undead body. When the cold death energy left, the corpse quickly turned into ashes, and the soul in it was naturally wiped out. He was in some ways similar to Hammer.

Shi has the same hobbies, and He Shenyan has no intention of sending him to Qian Jue's place.

So, this matter has nothing to do with the protoss?

Only ghosts believe it.

The mage glanced at the desolate plain, raised his hand, and golden thunder fell from the sky, hitting the ground heavily. A man suddenly screamed with great pain, but in the blink of an eye, he raised his hand

A huge two-handed sword appeared in front of He Shenyan.

"Oh, hello."

Facing the incoming sword blade, the mage smiled and nodded to him.