Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

The sands of Shurima carry the weight of history, which is rare. The history of this place is so ancient that even the ubiquitous sand has an air of magic.

He Shenyan put his hands behind his back, the wind followed him, and they swept across the sand as fast as a ghost.

He stopped somewhere, lowered his head, and looked at the building with only a small corner under his feet. The mage nodded: "It looks like we are here."

He snapped his fingers.

The yellow sand scattered, and the giant tower, which had been buried for thousands of years, was pulled up out of thin air. The yellow sand shook, the earth trembled, and finally, when the smoke and dust dissipated, what appeared in front of him and Feng was a huge tower that was broken but still undiminished in its glory.

He Shenyan whistled, he was obviously in a very happy mood, but it was not the time to enter the tower.

He took out the golden cup.

"Okay, let's get on with the puzzle - why are you looking at me like that?"

Feng turned his head to the side, and the mage rolled his eyes: "Don't think I can fool you this time, and complain again that you won't have anything to eat at night, Feng."

With that, he held up the golden cup, upon which the intense sunlight of Shurima shone. Emerging from the two small holes at the bottom of the cup, the giant tower began to vibrate, resonating with the magic in the air. Bits of magical fluorescence emanated from the cup, and a woman appeared in front of He Shenyan.

It is not quite accurate to say that it is a woman. To describe it in the spirit of seeking truth from facts, she is just an illusory spirit body and has no self-awareness.

The woman was dressed in armor and held a giant sword in her hand. Her voice was intermittent, as if the age was too old, and the mage could only hear four words clearly: "Descendants of the royal family."

After speaking, she disappeared.

"So the next step is to find this royal descendant... We can put that aside for now."

He Shenyan turned his head, and a shadow slowly emerged from the yellow sand in the sky. He has a dog-like head and a strange weapon in his hand. It was said to be a cane, but it was too huge and had an axe-like structure. But it is an axe, and its shape is not very similar.

The tall dog-headed man spoke, his voice low and hoarse: "Stranger, did you raise the giant tower?"

The mage didn't answer, he looked at the dog-headed man with a strange look that made him feel a little offended. The dog-headed man showed his sharp teeth and tapped the soft sand with the scepter in his hand. The earth trembled, and his voice became like Hong Zhong Da Lu, echoing in the desert.

"Answer my question! Stranger! Or you'll get wrath from Nasus!"

The mage still didn't answer, his black pupils were replaced by bright blue light, He Shenyan laughed excitedly: "I must admit, no matter who made you, he is a genius."

"You—! What?!" Nasus waved the scepter in his hand angrily, wanting to give this strange mortal a bit of hardship. He had seen too many people who came to Shurima like this to try to desecrate their history and steal its artifacts. Although this is rather special, the giant tower is activated. But only a mortal.

But when he wanted to let the sand under the mortal's feet rise and surround him. However, he found that he could no longer drive these yellow sands.

"Don't be so irritable, I don't mean anything to you. Maybe you have to thank me in the future."

He Shenyan shrugged, he threw the gold cup in his hand to the soles of Nasus's feet, and then said, "I don't want to look at your memory out of courtesy. So, would you mind telling me directly what the Ascension Ceremony is? ?"

"wishful thinking!"

Nasus growled angrily, though he could no longer control the sand. But he was still an ascendant, a demigod. He can still control death.

He moved his fingers, and a strange fragrance came. The flower of death appeared out of thin air behind him and slowly bloomed. But the most terrifying power Nasus wielded was useless to the mortal before him.

Is he really mortal?

Nasus began to laugh at his recklessness, cursing himself inwardly. You've been lost for so long that you left your brain in the desert! He is obviously not a mortal, maybe he is one of those protoss!

"Oh, you can also control death... I see, corrosion, accelerated aging, sickness... Nice curse."

He told the truth of the power that Nasus had driven in an understatement, which made him shudder even more. The dog-headed man clenched the scepter in his hand, and he would not use this power again if it was not necessary. But now it seems to have to be used.

Just when he was about to evoke the flames of his soul and the yellow sand to be applied to himself as before, the mage and the wolf who were not afraid of him slowly disappeared, leaving only one sentence that echoed in the desert.

"I don't want to be forced to kill you, friend."

Nasus stood where he was, not knowing what to do. All kinds of questions swirled in his mind, and in the end, he just silently walked into the giant tower that had just risen.

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

"Ascendents must go through the ritual of the sun disc to ascend. They become extremely powerful, long-lived, and possess special powers."

The mage was sitting on a chair, a light spot was floating in front of him, and the mage was talking to it and recording something.

"There are reasons to believe that there are other things in this process that I don't understand. Unfortunately, I can't directly go back in time on such a large scale. That would lead to the collapse of reality, but for now, we can focus on the ascendants first. With their secrets in hand, maybe I can find myself some other fun... Geralt the Ascended? Sounds good, but I don't know if the guy wants to."

"The hidden void under the desert is a problem. Pure malice and greed are rare. Each of their creations fits the definition of what is beyond, with one difference. They belong to this universe, so they do not come from the endless sea of ​​stars~www .novelmt.com~ Interesting, is it possible that some outside thing came here to give birth to an offspring?"

"Just now, the thing under Bilgewater has sent me a 'communication request' again, but I don't really want to deal with her at the moment. Take time to go to the Shadow Isle sometime, I'm very interested in that. I'm also very interested in the curse, maybe I can expand my curse spell... Ha, what am I talking about? I never curse anyone."

He stroked Feng's hairy head and continued: "As for the investigation of those ancient demons, we can end the investigation. According to the books, legends and some things I have found, they are just the embodiment of ancient malice, not The kind of demon I know. But the threat is still great... Of course, no threat to me."

"Maybe you can wait until Shen and Jie grow up and let them deal with it... I thought the situation in this world was not complicated, but the reality taught me a lesson. It seems that the people of Rodland need to wait for a while to move to a new home. It's time."

The wind pressed against his palm, and the mage looked down. She was looking at herself with longing eyes: "Okay, I know you're hungry."

He took out a dragon heart and placed it on the ground, the wind's transformation was about to be completed. If nothing else...she'll be the world's first flying wolf.