Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

The journey was pleasant.

Traveling on horseback is the most common way of traveling in this era. Although it is much more comfortable than walking, the rider's inner thighs and buttocks also have to bear a certain degree of suffering.

For this reason, a better saddle is indispensable. After He Shenyan cast a spell to solve this problem, Geralt was surprised to find that riding a horse turned into a kind of enjoyment. He no longer had to feel the shock on his butt.

Feeling sore.

"Magic is so convenient." The demon hunter sighed.

"Do you want to learn?" the mage asked while riding on his horse.

"What?"

"Do you want to learn?" He Shenyan repeated again. "Considering your affinity for magic and the proficiency you have accumulated through casting spells over the years, if you want to, you should be able to become a good mage.

,Geralt.”

"Well..." The demon hunter pretended to think for a while. Until now, he still thought He Shenyan was joking. "Will you let me take a test or something?"

"certainly."

"Then I won't study."

The mage rolled his eyes, turned to Regis and complained: "Some people just don't know what they are missing."

The early morning fog covered the sky with a thin layer of gauze, making it look so misty. A few hard-to-see black spots crossed the horizon. Their horses walked along the path in the forest, their legs and tails brushing against each other.

The wet leaves swept down the morning dew. Some birds were chirping, and some kind of animal entered the forest behind them, and there was the sound of soft footsteps.

He Shenyan turned the page of the book in his hand, and the corner of his eye was focused on the scene in the forest. He looked at it for a while and simply put the book away. With such a scenery in front of him, it would be hard to read any more.

Some seem rude.

Their first stop was Soden. This country was once an ancient independent kingdom. However, as times changed, it became a vassal state of Temeria. This country is interesting because it is not a whole, but a vassal state of Temeria.

It is divided into Upper Sowden and Lower Sowden across a river.

It is bordered by many other countries, one of which is Sintra.

Geralt is the one who leads the way. He has traveled around the world and is familiar with every place. Take this road for example, he has walked it no less than ten times. Geralt recalled it in his mind and calculated the distance. In the end, he

A conclusion was drawn.

"We should arrive at Lower Soden before six o'clock tonight. There is a fairly civilized city there called Amelia. I remember there is a very good stew restaurant in the city, and the boss can always stew the meat.

Very mushy.”

The witcher kept talking, his voice echoing in the forest, and the trees communicated to each other, carrying his voice far away: "However, that place is actually not peaceful."

"Oh?" He Shenyan became interested. "For you to have such a comment, is it possible that the residents in that city are more violent than those unruly people who don't give you money and drive you away with pitchforks?"

"You can't say that." Geralt sat on the horse and shook his head. "Most people are honest and responsible, but the security situation in that city is not very good. There are a lot of gangs."

Regis also interjected: "Doesn't their mayor care?"

"I don't know about that." Geralt spread his hands. "Thinking about the worst, maybe the mayor has been bribed by them, or he himself is the protective umbrella behind these people."

As they moved forward, a stream that was not in Geralt's memory appeared inexplicably in the middle of the road. It was so clear that one could even see the pebbles on the river bed. Despite this, not a single fish was swimming in it.

The demon frowned, and at the same time, his wolf head pendant began to tremble crazily.

Geralt's pupils shrank sharply, wanting to warn the remaining two people. But he forgot that none of these two people needed his warning - Regis jumped off the horse in an instant, and even carried his horse.

He went to a big tree on the other side, acting extremely relaxed. The horse didn't even realize what happened.

As for the mage, he didn't even bother to move his fingers. With just a glance, the incoming thorns stopped working. They stopped in mid-air, unable to move. The front ends of the wooden thorns shone with lavender magic light.

"bass."

Geralt pulled out the steel sword with a gloomy face. Several bird calls came from the woods, but they sounded extremely sad. Then, the sound of flapping wings sounded wildly, and a large group of crows with scarlet eyes came from nowhere.

Falling from the sky. The target is Geralt.

The witcher neither dodges nor dodges, he knows that he is not fighting alone.

The development of the matter did not exceed his expectations. Amidst the cries of the crows and their rushing sounds, Geralt heard a slight snap of his fingers.

The next second, red light bloomed.

They came from nowhere, like heavenly fire that was nowhere to be found. With unparalleled violent power, they accurately burned every crow to ashes. Those ashes fell from the sky and fell on the demon hunter. He was light and agile.

He danced with sword flowers on the ground and accurately found a dagger aimed at him in the dust.

"clang--!"

The attacker missed the attack and immediately wanted to escape. However, Geralt formed the Seal of Alder with his backhand, and his telekinesis exploded with all his strength, pushing him to the ground. At the same time, a black shadow passed by him, lightly

He took the restless Carrot to the open space on the side. Immediately afterwards, he appeared next to the attacker.

It's Regis.

The old vampire's expression wasn't very good either. He was obviously angry about being attacked while walking on the road. He kicked the attacker's wrist and kicked the dagger he was holding away. It just happened to land on the attacker's wrist.

At the feet of He Shenyan who was dismounting.

The mage picked up the dagger, looked at it carefully, and suddenly let out an interesting sound.

It was an animal bone dagger. It was roughly made and had no bright spots. But it was wrapped with a curse of resentment that made him shudder. The quality of this curse was not very good, but it was made up of different elements one after another.

It is formed by the compounding of resentments.

In other words, there are a lot of them.

"Regis, don't kill him yet."

Hearing this, the vampire released his foot that was about to crush the attacker's neck, but suppressed him unable to move. Geralt patted the dust on his shoulders unhappily, shook his white hair, walked to the attacker's side, and frowned more and more.

The deeper.

"This kid doesn't look like he's grown up yet..."

The witcher knelt down and looked at him gloomily and said. The latter was not convinced and muttered words, mostly curses, which made Geralt slap him with a backhand.

"Speak with respect, kid. Didn't your parents teach you how to speak normally?"

"Mutant freak!" The underage child stared at the witcher with red eyes. "You and your companions will all die here! You have violated the territory of the followers of Zoran Akh Terra, and you will all

have to--"

Before he could finish his words, a huge force from nowhere crushed his vocal cords, making him unable to speak anymore.

He Shenyan came behind Geralt and played with the animal bone dagger in his hand. He said, "This dagger is interesting, gentlemen. Also, what is this Zhuolan Akh Tra?"

He lowered his head and looked at the child who was struggling endlessly and looking at him with hatred in his eyes, and suddenly smiled at him.

"It's better to let you speak." The mage said softly.

The damaged vocal cords began to function again, but not in the healed way, but in the broken form. The child opened his mouth uncontrollably, his tongue curled up, and fluent common language continued to speak from his mouth.

Although his voice was unpleasant and hoarse, it was enough for the three of them to hear what he was saying clearly.

They were all satisfied. Only the young attacker fell into fear. His education made him completely confused about what was happening at this time. The priests said that he was under the influence of Zoran Akh Tela.

Blessed, he is born with the ability to cast spells, so he has to take on the important task of killing everyone who passes by.

He did as they asked, but——

Isn't he a favored person? His body belongs to Zoran Akh Terra, so why does he speak against his will at this time?

As if he knew what he was thinking, the oriental man lowered his head to him with a gentle smile, and said to him in a very relaxed and natural tone: "Because your god does not exist at all, child. I wish you the best in your next life."

Be a good person."

His consciousness fell into darkness.

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"Ah, what the hell."

The expression on Geralt's face can only be described as unlucky.

Zoran Akh Terra, also known as the Lion-Faced Spider, the people who believe in it are a standard cult. This sect always uses bloody sacrifices to worship the cruel gods they made up, and Zoran

The priestesses of Ran Akh Terra are also known for their powerful curses.

Admirers of Zoran Akh-Tela believe it to be the "Great Weaver" who weaves human destiny into a giant web.

This network is constantly being expanded and constantly being changed. If some threads are broken, some people will die suddenly. And when someone kills himself, his threads will be disconnected and he will be killed by Zhuo Lan.

·Akh-Tela Devours. Therefore, it is worshiped as a god in charge of unfavorable death. Its temples are usually lit with green fires, and the firelight is filled with human bones.

However, in fact, this sect is nothing more than a cult created by a merchant named Ambrosio in Roleto in 1161 and eight other people who were bewitched by him.

This belief is banned in most parts of the world. Because this sect pursues human sacrifice, they will be hunted down as soon as they show up. However, they apparently learned a lot after being taught a lesson and built the temple.

They were built outside the town, in forests, swamps or valleys.

It is worth mentioning that due to their bad reputation, even the poorest mothers refuse to sell their children to the cultists of the Sphinx Spider. For this reason, the cultists usually choose to abduct children or steal babies and bring them back.

Raised by the Church as future servants of the Lion-Faced Spider.

Geralt looked at the body of the dead child and sighed.

He was a born spellcaster who could have had a better life, but he was brought here by those damn idiots to kill passers-by...

Damn it, what happened to this world?

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There are still two chapters left, let’s have a meal and then come back.