Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Ash walked down the steps, where was the city gate, or rather, one of the city gates. After opening the door in that room, you will see a ring of cliffs.

Standing on the cliff, he took out the small ring flag, just about to raise it, but a woman's cold voice came from behind him.

"Are you... Ashes?"

Ash turned her head and saw a beautiful woman holding a group of powerful souls in her arms and looking at him. She was beautiful, wearing silver armor adorned with beautiful pale blue cloth.

He nodded.

The woman smiled, very sad. She handed him the soul in her hand: "This is... the soul of Bordo of the Cold Valley. I hope he can help you."

Ashes reached out and took it, and he asked, "Who are you?"

"It's just a nameless dancer, why ask?"

Ash didn't say much, he nodded and took off his gloves again. The dancer looked at the tattoo of the Dark Moon Sword on the back of his hand and laughed again. Only this time, it seemed a little relieved.

She knelt on the ground and showed her slender neck: "...Please do it."

"Why?"

"Aren't you going to kill me?"

"Why should I kill you?"

The dancer didn't look up, she said: "Cold Valley... is another name for Illushier. This city was built under Anor Lund. Bordo and I are the current Pope of the Dark Moon Knights. A knight of expedition sent by Shalivan. Block here for him, and kill all the ashes that try to pass."

"And you, both Ash and a Darkmoon Sword. No matter what, there is a reason to kill me, right?"

Ashes brought up another matter: "What did he ask for?"

"Let the flames go out... He has made a deal with the cannibal villain, Eldridge the Deep Sage. If you arrive at Illushiel early... you may see the body of the Shadowy Sun. Bar."

"Very good." Ash nodded, and he drew his sword.

The dancer closed her eyes, she looked so beautiful even when she was dying. But the expected pain did not come. She opened her eyes and saw that Ashes just hovered the sword above her neck, and did not really swing it down.

Ashes said lightly: "Although I have lost most of my memory, I don't remember much. But it can be seen that you are not willing to die for him. Why should you die for him? What's more, you didn't stop me. Besides, ...I can still feel the aura of the Shadowy Sun still alive, and she's not dead."

He took out a piece of bone, stuffed it into the dancer's hand together with Bordeaux's soul, and then pulled her up from the ground.

"Squeeze the bones...you can go to the Fire Sacrifice. Although I don't know what the relationship between you and Boldo is, you can preserve his soul for him."

"That's all."

He waved his hand, motioning the dancer to stop talking, and then waved the small ring flag.

-------------------------------------

The mage looked at the huge oil painting in front of him with interest. He was in a large hall at this time. From the rotten table, it could be seen that this place should have been used to entertain distinguished guests in the past. But it has not been used for too long, and no one has cleaned it. As a result, those beautiful decorations, luxurious tableware, tables and chairs have become rotten.

Only this oil painting is still as bright as new.

In the picture, an old man with white beard and hair, tall and strong, wearing a crown holds a thunderbolt in his hand, and the thunderbolt bombards the overwhelming dragon with a magnificent scene.

Gwendelyn's voice sounded behind him: "I've made you wait for a long time, but there are too many rebels... Ah, I'm looking at this painting."

The mage looked back and saw that Gwendelyn was walking slowly from the gate. She put on the golden helmet that covered her face again, and only exposed the lower half of her face. The pale skin and the bright red rouge had been applied at some point in time. The lips look very contrasting.

But his attention was actually not on it. He Shenyan looked at it, and his eyes drifted to Gwendelin's leg unconsciously.

She stopped walking and said sullenly, "What the **** are you looking at?"

"Nothing...I'm just curious, how on earth did you walk with those snake tails."

Gwendelyn fell into a rare silence, she bluntly opened the topic, and she could see that she had never done this before: "Your Excellency said before that there is no need for a reward, but as a shadowy sun..."

The mage didn't listen carefully to what she was saying, in fact, he knew what Gwendelyn wanted to say as soon as she opened her mouth. It was nothing more than to reward himself or something, but his attention was now on another thing.

"...So, what do you think about it?"

"Huh? Okay, I'm fine... no, wait, what did you just say?"

Gwendelyn's cheeks bulged.

"So, you didn't listen to me just now?"

The mage smiled awkwardly: "Haha, I'm thinking about something else. Why don't you say it again? I'll definitely listen carefully this time."

"No, I'll assume you have agreed."

She took the mage's hand and took him out of the hall to the outside terrace. Together they overlook the city of Arnor Lund.

In all fairness, whether it's Ilusil built below, or the wreckage of Anor Lund above. They are all magnificent cities that the Mage has never seen before, and the buildings with large spires form a cluster, surrounding the palace where they are standing. The horizon is a beautiful pale blue, with the aurora appearing above, unlike anywhere else.

There were even faint snowflakes floating in the sky, and a crescent moon loomed in the fog on the horizon. The beauty of this place needs no words.

It's just that there isn't a single civilian on the street.

Gwendelin sighed deeply: "This is now Anor Lund..."

"But it's still beautiful~www.novelmt.com~ Hearing this, Gwendeline smiled proudly, this smile was so short-lived: "Yes, He is beautiful at all times. But, how long can it last? "

"Salivan's betrayal... made me think about something."

He Shenyan stared at the beautiful scenery in front of him, and he replied indifferently: "I can't give you any advice, Gwendelin. So, keep your heart's content in your heart. I'm just a passerby and I'll be leaving soon. "

"Leave? Didn't you already promise me to be the new Pope?"

The mage looked at her amusingly, but Gwendelyn seemed very serious, her face was covered by the golden helmet, but the mage could see the pleading look on her face.

He shook his head gently: "Perhaps someone will inherit this honor and become the new Pope in the future. But it won't be me. Forgive me for rejecting it, Gwendelyn."

"I don't know anything about your history. But from the current perspective, the flames that will continue at such a price... Does it really have the value of existence?"