Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

For Meim, killing is almost instinctive.

She became the Shadow Fist when she was young, and the craftsmanship accumulated by her ancestors did not disappear in her generation, but became more dangerous and deadly. Thanks to this dangerous skill, she has killed seven people tonight.

The number of people who colluded with Noxus was unimaginable—so many that it even made Maym sick. She didn't understand why so many people were willing to betray their hometown, their countrymen. In exchange for some money or the so-called immortality promised by the Noxians.

Meimu flicked her wrist and retracted the hook. Blood splashed out and splashed on the wall. An old man fell down softly. Meimu stepped over his corpse and left the quaint courtyard with a few light jumps.

From beginning to end, the guards found no trace of her. By tomorrow morning, they could only stare blankly at the old man's corpse.

The night is still long.

Shen was doing something else at this time. He didn't kill anyone, but was walking around the city of Presidian. Nights in Ionia are very quiet, as is the case in most places. He could hear his boots on the soft dirt.

The bodies of the people of Noxus have been restrained, and the people in the city feel that even the invaders cannot let them expose their bodies to the wilderness. However, they just dragged the body to the mass grave and buried it hastily.

Shen understands this idea, and giving the dead a place to live is an ancient Ionian tradition. It is safe to be buried in the earth, and only by being buried in the earth can people feel at ease—the living are at ease, not the dead.

Like funerals, funerals are for those who are still alive. Does the dead really need this? No, they don't need anything. Because they are already dead.

He crouched down, touched the ground with his fingers, then put it under his nose and kissed it. The traces of blood on the soil have not yet faded away, but surprisingly, he did not smell a particularly serious odor of blood. On the contrary, the earthy taste is in the majority.

In addition, in his vision of the spiritual world, the place is full of pure white flowers after the purification ceremony.

Someone did a full set of transcendence and purification rituals for the Noxians.

Shen stood up, and he took note of it. However, it had nothing to do with what he was here to investigate, and he started looking for something else.

On the other side, on the remote snow-capped mountains.

The road to Suji Temple was extremely difficult for Racha alone. He walked by once, but there were several companions at that time, but this time it was only himself.

I don't know if it was because of the season, or if he was too lucky, Racha didn't encounter a blizzard this time.

He climbed the last step, and the monk was still standing in front of the small dilapidated monastery. He stood in front of the door with his eyes closed, shirtless, the blue devil tattoos covered his entire back and chest, looking extremely terrifying. But his face was very calm, which only made people feel at ease.

He opened his eyes, nodded and smiled at Racha: "You're here."

"...you knew I was coming?"

"I don't know, Racha, I haven't left here for a year, how would I know?" The monk smiled, and Racha noticed that he looked a little older than before.

"You look much older."

"It's just a necessary condition to bear their pain, don't care about my aging, Racha. Life is meaningless to us." The monk folded his hands and bowed to him.

Racha did not dare to neglect, and hurriedly returned the courtesy. But the monk stepped aside like an unpredictable prophet and avoided the ceremony.

"...Why are you doing this?" Racha was puzzled.

The monk smiled and replied, "I can't stand your ceremony, Racha." Then he opened the door for him: "Go in, the dragon is waiting for you."

He stepped into the gate of the monastery, and just like last time, the old man was still waiting for him in the center of the courtyard. It was clear that there was no snow, but his body was still covered with thick snow, the top of his head, his shoulders, and the tip of his nose. The whole person looks like a snowman.

"Master?" Racha called softly.

As his voice fell, the old man opened his eyes. With a flash of golden arrogance, all the snow on his body melted away. He smiled genially and asked, "Long time no see, Racha, has it been a year? How do you feel?"

"...I don't know, Master. But, I have to say it."

After thinking about it, Racha decided to tell the truth: "I don't feel good."

"Oh? How do you say this?" The old man was interested, and he asked with a smile.

With a dazed look in Racha's eyes, he tried to describe how he felt: "I went to Presidian and got a job. It's bustling and people are nice to me. But, Noxian Decided to invade us..."

He gave a complete account of the cause and effect, and the old man listened quietly. When Racha said what Huaizhuo said when he died, he said, "You don't feel good because he told you to run away before he died?"

"No, no..." Racha waved his hands quickly, but he really couldn't tell why he didn't feel well, so he waved his arms awkwardly, looking for the feeling.

The old man said: "It's normal to be confused. Most human beings spend their entire lives searching for an answer. But you are different, Racha, you will always encounter new problems..."

He stretched out his right hand, which looked broad and powerful: "Do you want to know the solution?"

Racha put his hand on it, he felt a rough and primitive touch, like a human callus, but sharper and thicker. He even felt that his palm was about to be cut - until a burst of pain came, and Racha found that his palm was really cut.

He raised his head and looked at the old man with questioning eyes. The latter didn't answer, just clenched his hands, the pain getting worse and worse. And Racha never said a word, he gritted his teeth and endured the pain. After a while, the old man released his hand.

Racha looked down and saw that a long and narrow wound had been cut in the palm of his left hand, and blood was pouring out of it. He asked, "Master, what do you mean?"

"Does it hurt?"

"pain."

"Did you say pain when Huaihuo died?"

"...No."

"During the death of Doru, did he say that he was in pain?"

"Master, he shouldn't have had a chance to say this." Racha is an honest man, he saw Duru die with his own eyes - frankly, he doesn't think anyone can say a word in that kind of broken body Die again.

The old man smiled and nodded Racha: "You are stubborn, which is good. But..."

He stretched out his hand again: "Come."

After holding hands again, it was only a blink of an eye, and Racha found himself in another world.

It's very eccentric, quiet and noisy, night and day. He saw dozens of soldiers in tattered armor walking past him, looking bad. But in the next second, these soldiers turned into sackcloth-clad peasants, who seemed to have just finished farming, carrying hoes, talking and laughing on their way home.

Racha has been watching them completely leave before he dares to move his footsteps.

The old man disappeared, and he only asked Racha to 'walk around' here. To be honest, Racha thinks that the scenery here is indeed very beautiful, but... This is not a place suitable for a stroll, right?

After walking a short distance, the light around him was getting dim, and Racha stopped cautiously. A pale, slender arm stretched out from the darkness in front of him, followed by an equally pale but shiny thigh. After a while, a beautiful woman with no strands of hair walked out from the darkness.

Racha is just a country boy, how could he have seen such a scene? The breathtaking beauty of the woman made him quickly look away, and closed his eyes with a flushed face. He heard a chuckle, a fragrant wind passed by, and then the woman's footsteps gradually disappeared.

He opened his eyes and found that the darkness had dissipated, and he could see the road in front of him again.

He started walking.

It's not that Racha hasn't thought about turning back, but whenever he has such thoughts, a voice in his heart will tell him not to look back. Racha always felt that it was not his own voice, but he did not look back.

Just walking along the road like this, the sky began to be filled with stars, some of them had the face of an old man, some of them were the faces of young girls, all different and strange. From time to time, Racha could see meteors flying by, and he felt that even the craziest of people couldn't come up with such a scene. For a moment, he felt like he was going crazy.

It was not until he saw the figure of the old man that he breathed a sigh of relief.

Rushing to his side in two or three steps, Racha asked with some resentment, "Master, where the **** is this?"

The old man looked back with a smile. He looked very comfortable, as if he had returned home: "This is the spiritual world—you call this place the spiritual realm, but in fact, it doesn't matter what it is called. There is no specific name here, and there is no Specific creatures. Everything behaves differently here."

"Like you, Racha, look at yourself."

Racha looked at him blankly, the old man waved his hand amusingly, and a mirror appeared in front of him. Racha saw that the man in the mirror was blindfolded by a red cloth. It was indeed his face, but it looked more than double the vicissitudes of life. At the same time, the body shape has more than doubled.

"This, is this me?"

"It's you, but not you either."

The old man waved his arms, and the man in the mirror turned into a golden man. He sat cross-legged in the air. The golden arrogance dyed his fists golden, and the same light shone in his eyes. Seemingly noticing Racha's gaze, he turned his head to look over.

The old man waved his arm again. This time, the person in the mirror changed again. He was covered in white hair, and the upper half of his face was covered by a beautiful mask. Blue lightning danced wildly around him, circling, turning into a soaring dragon. His right fist is turquoise, and a large area of ​​dragon-shaped tattoos spreads on the entire right hand and chest, stirring.

Looking at all this, he just couldn't understand: the faces of these people were all familiar to him, and they were all his own.

The old man scattered the mirror and asked, "Have you seen yourself clearly?"

Racha hesitated and said, "Master, although they look like me...but those people are not me."

"How did you know?" the old man asked back.

At this point, Racha calmed down: "Because I'm just a poor boy from the countryside, useless. Although they look like me, but..."

As he spoke, he actually laughed: "I don't think I can be so powerful, Master."

"Worthless? No, you're not worthless." The old man smiled, then led him forward.

The deeper you go, the more abnormal the scenery becomes, and even the touch of the road under their feet becomes as soft as cotton. The old man led the way and said, "In the past, many people have seen this mirror."

"But none of you said that, Racha. They just looked at themselves in the mirror and lost themselves little by little."

They stopped in front of a giant tree, and Racha looked up. The tree was so high that its branches covered almost the entire sky. The stars, the sun, and the moon are all around it. Just looking at it made Racha feel an indescribable sense of holiness. He felt that he was so insignificant.

The old man said slowly: "Now, tell your question."

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For someone of Sion's size, it is very difficult to take the transportation that ordinary people use - such as now, they are going to return to Noxus by water, but Sion cannot enter the prepared rooms on the ship, These rooms are too small for his size. Not even the lower deck could hold him.

As a last resort, Swain had to come to him to discuss, but Sean didn't care about this kind of thing at all, he just said lightly: "Don't care about me."

That being said, but how can he really sleep on the deck? Several soldiers set up a very large tent for him so that the resurrected hero would not sleep on the deck, but the latter obviously did not appreciate it - he had never used the tent at all, and on the seven-day journey, he Didn't even close his eyes.

He was constantly looking at the calm sea level, and no one knew what he was thinking.

The seven-day journey came in the blink of an eye, from the port of Pelor in Ionia to the Noxian capital, the Immortal Fortress.

The city definitely deserves those four words.

The location of the immortal fortress is the very heartland of what Noxus would later become when the nation was founded, and has been used as the capital for centuries. But its history is much more than that.

It was the first castle to be captured by the tribes of Noxus. It is said to have been built in a very distant era by a terrible ancient tyrant. The Noxians made the captured city their capital, and have preserved its name to this day.

In the centuries that followed, as the Noxian army conquered more and more territory, the city's borders expanded far beyond its war-torn walls.

The old-fashioned Noxians maintained the city's forbidding character, but the lure of wealth and glory attracted all kinds of people to the capital, so the buildings that were out of the city's defense function gradually became more diverse Be diverse.

However, due to the long history of the city, many parts have been ordered to be demolished and gradually rebuilt over the past few hundred years, which has caused the city to become layered, and some areas are now even Below the surface, the guards had to carry torches while patrolling during the day.

They disembarked from the port, and the small army raised their flag and walked the streets. In the past, they would receive cheers and garlands from maidens, and people knew that they were warriors who had returned in triumph. But today, they get nothing—except the prying eyes of people in their houses.

There was no one on the street.

Swain frowned, and he said to Sean beside him: "General, I'm afraid that woman already knows about you."

"Humph."

Shane snorted coldly, and said, "It's just an old bacon who plays tricks and witchcraft. It's nothing to be afraid of. But here, I almost don't know it anymore."

His eyes swept over the surrounding dwellings. In Noxian cities, even the simplest buildings were built like fortresses. Not just the immortal fortress, but any other city under their jurisdiction. Anyone who wants to capture a Noxian city must pay the price in blood.

Black and red are the keynotes of the city.

Shane slowly revealed a smile, thanks to his hideous iron chin, the smile was not gentle, on the contrary, it was more like a monster choosing someone to devour: "You guys did a good job... .It seems that the spirit of Noxus has not been completely lost by you."

He lowered his head and asked, "Where are we going to find that **** woman? I can't wait to crush her head."

Swain was much calmer than his irritability. He also understood Sean's emotions very well. After all, the treatment he experienced was completely inconsistent with his identity, and this was a general known for his violent temperament during his lifetime.

"General, we must arrange the soldiers first. They are too tired. After that, as usual, I will enter the palace to report the battle to Darkwill."

He called Darkwell's name directly, and didn't even bother to add the prefix of 'Your Majesty'.

"What about your cronies?" Sean asked again.

"I sent him to do something else, General."

"Oh?"

Swain laughed, looking more gloomy when he returned to the immortal fortress than when he was outside, unlike those who returned home. They marched slowly on the streets, not as if they were returning home, but as if they were marching.

Shane heard Swain's whisper, like a crow waiting for its prey to die: "The Empire must be brought to order... What do you think, General?"

The giant looked down at him and said nothing. He just raised his head and continued to walk forward.

But at this moment, a mutation suddenly occurred.

A sharp, gleaming blade was thrown out of the darkness by someone, and the target was Swain's head. Shane stretched out his hand, and the dagger with obvious traces of magic stabbed him on the skin, without even leaving him a white spot, he was easily stopped by him.

Swain's army stopped, and countless pairs of eyes looked back at him, waiting for his order, but Swain said nothing, he just raised his chin and motioned to move on.

"Would you mind showing me that dagger, General?"

Sean spread his hands, and out of caution, Swain did not directly touch the dagger. He carefully observed this graceful murder weapon, and he was only relieved when he caught a glimpse of a small mark at the end of the hilt.

"You're the first person I've ever met, and after recognizing the identity of the assassin, I was relieved." Sean's low voice sounded above his head.

"For us now, it is more beneficial to know the identity of the assassin, General."

"who is it?"

"One of the daughters of General Du Quecao—the Empire's sharpest blade and deadliest assassin, Caterina du Quecao."

"You can recognize so much with just a dagger?"

"I've seen this dagger too many times, General."

Swain said slowly: "Most of the people she killed were once my colleagues or superiors, and in the end, they were proven to be killed. Either corruption or collusion with the enemy. However, A few of them died just because of a few comments about Darkwill."

"The emperor's bastard?"

"General Du Kakao was indeed Darkwill's henchman~www.novelmt.com~ and his daughter...with all due respect, General, she could have been an excellent battlefield assassin, for We kill the local commander. But that old **** only uses her to make a mess in politics."

Sean spit out two words coldly: "Incompetent."

Those two words were to the Noxians the same as scolding the Ionians directly at their mothers.

"Do you think she's gone?"

"She won't let it go until she finishes her mission... But we're almost at the barracks."

There are dozens of military camps in the Immortal Fortress, and Swain's troops have their own military camps, but even if the entire army is stationed at this time, it seems empty, and there are too many casualties. If Thane wasn't here, Swain could have spent years recruiting, training, and moving on to the field.

However, at this time there is no need to do these things.

They are already on the battlefield.