Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

He Shenyan believes that Gwendelin's purpose is not as simple as finding a reason with him. After all, the Mage can complete this matter alone. She followed firmly, probably because she had stayed in the palace for too long.

Gwendelin is now wearing black clothes, and her height of nearly three meters was also covered with illusions. Now she looks like an ordinary black-robed preacher, and the mage's eyes can't help but drift to her again. Legs, where are now a pair of boots. The snake's tail has disappeared before.

"Qing...why keep staring at my leg?" She turned around suddenly and asked.

The mage's face was as usual, as if he hadn't done it at all: "Just curious."

"Curious what?"

"How on earth did you walk with a snake's tail..." He Shenyan replied.

Gwendelyn didn't answer him again, she turned her head away. The mage couldn't see her expression and felt a little regretful.

Continue walking ahead. The two walked on the snow-covered streets of Ilusil, the civilians were slaughtered, the Pope Knights who were transformed by Shalivan were all executed, and those who remained loyal and not betrayed had already been killed. Throwing into the prison, now, I am afraid that it has turned into a monster.

Or perhaps something more terrifying than that, after all, in the prison under Illushiel, what exactly is there, even Gwendrin herself can't tell.

As for the remaining silver knights, that is, the heroes who followed Gwen to fight against the ancient dragons, there were only three remaining, and they were all left outside the palace to protect Yulshica.

It can be said that the current Ilusil is a city without people. The sky here is forever hung with a crescent moon, and under the illumination of the aurora, snowflakes slowly fall. A lot of it fell on Gwendelyn, who was like a child who hadn't been out in a long time, kicking the snow on the street with her boots as she walked, looking very happy.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"Where are you going?" He Shenyan didn't answer, he asked instead.

"Isn't this journey started because of you? It would be too cunning to let me decide the destination."

"But you've joined now, and of course I'll ask your opinion."

As they strolled down the streets of Illusher, Gwendrin took off her hood. Although she used illusion to cover her real body, her face was exactly the same as before, only without the golden crown.

"Qing said that he came from other worlds...other worlds, what is it like?"

"There are not many worlds I have been to, but none of them are as desperate as you." The mage's straightforward words made Gwendelin smile bitterly, and she had no room to refute. There is no other reason, the result of this world seems to be doomed as early as the moment the flame ignites.

He Shenyan continued: "I can't describe the scenery of other worlds in words. After all, I'm just a mage, not a poet. If you want to see it, go and see it yourself."

"What do you mean by this sentence?"

Gwendelyn asked with a smile. There was no expression on the mage's face. He turned to look at the chapel with a steeple on the side and said, "It's just an invitation, don't think about it too much."

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Ash pulled out the long sword from the body of the fat and tall woman in front of him. The armor on his body was full of blood, and a voice came from above his head: "Oh?

Ash looked up and saw a very strangely dressed old man standing in a cage, hanging from the beam above. There are many such cages around him, and they are all undead who have lost their self-consciousness. They just vainly stretched their pale, wrinkled fingers out of the cage, then roared meaninglessly.

This old man was in such an environment, with a black turban on his head, covering his eyes and wrapping his head at the same time. The clothes on his body looked like a combination of rags and bandages, Ashes noticed that he was always smiling.

"Hello, fireless ashes. My name is Komacus, an old and useless conjurer—as you can see, an old crow in a cage."

Ashes didn't answer, he seemed to be amused by his own clumsy joke, he laughed: "But there are always a few interesting encounters in life, are you right?"

"This is your home?" Ash asked.

"Yeah, don't you think the scenery here is very good? However, if you insist on what I say, there is only one disadvantage, that is, the neighbors are not very friendly." The old magician replied with a smile.

Nice scenery?

Ash turned to look at the ever-gloomy sky here, the crows pecking at the bodies of the dead on the ground, and the stumps and broken arms scattered all over the place. Not to mention the **** scenes he caused, the undead people locked in the cages looked disgusting enough.

The old magician said to himself: "A fireless ashes, I want to ask you a question. I heard that you are all containers that can accept things, not only the power of the kings, but also other things. Stuff. How? Do you want to learn spells from a useless old man like me?"

Ashes looked up at him, turned his head and ran away, Komikos let out a sigh, and he said to himself, "Why are you in such a hurry? Old man, your life is too boring..."

However, Ashes quickly turned back~www.novelmt.com~ He dragged a large dilapidated tree trunk from nowhere. Although the appearance was corrupted, it was actually quite solid. He lifted the huge tree trunk with one hand, and the old spellcaster exclaimed: "Oh! You are really a strong man, so it seems a bit underpowered for you and me to learn spells."

"I'm interested in spells," Ash said, completely straightening the tree trunk and leaning against the wall beside him, then he picked up a stone from the ground and began to grind it with the end of his scabbard. Flat stone up.

"...Although it's a little bad to disturb you, I still want to ask, what are you doing with the ashes without fire?"

"I want to smooth this stone, and then save you."

Kemakus laughed, the cage shook, and the iron chain made a sound in the air.

"So you agreed? This is really a pleasant surprise. My Komacus from Onuma was able to meet a disciple in his later years. Life is really wonderful, what do you think?"

"The most urgent thing is to put you down first." Ashes said intermittently, he didn't know why, as long as he didn't speak that ancient language or talked to the fire girl, he would be like a robot.