Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Do you really know yourself?

This problem, which sometimes accompanies a person for most of their life, may not be fully resolved until they die - **** it, I'm dying, and it's pointless to understand.

Only a few people can really find the answer.

Racha stared at the palm of his right hand, where a violent golden air mass was slowly flowing with the texture of his skin. His face didn't change, but it looked completely different from the thin and cautious young man before.

If I had to say it, he looked like a flame that was slowly burning, and just staring at him would make the eyelids tingle.

"call......"

Racha let out a light breath, and then his right hand suddenly pressed down and slapped on the snow. The surrounding snow melted away in an instant, as if it had been wiped away by an invisible big hand. Racha watched all this indifferently, with a sense of alienation from the changes that had happened to him.

Standing on the top of the snow-capped mountains, the cold wind blows fiercely around. His thin clothes were fluttering about in the wind, and the corners of his clothes were bulging.

The old man's voice came from behind him, with a smile: "Still thinking?"

"I......."

Racha turned around.

"Who am I, Master? Am I Li Qing, or is it Racha?" he asked in confusion.

"It depends on who you want to be. Racha is an ordinary person, and he will live his life in an ordinary and painless way. This is good, but Li Qing is different. Li Qing's life is very painful, very painful. Difficult." The old man replied.

"I can't tell you about it either, Racha. No one can tell another man what he should be, and it's all up to you, doesn't it? If you want to be Li Qing, then do If you want to be a racha, that's fine. Who can blame you? Of course, you can choose neither."

"Choose neither?"

The old man laughed and said kindly, "Life doesn't have to be a choice, Racha."

Racha lowered his head, and when he looked up again, there was still confusion in his eyes, but there was something new. He said to the old man, "I want to start as a walking monk, Master. I want to go down the mountain to see if anyone needs my help."

The old man smiled and nodded.

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"Go down and set up camp."

Darius watched with satisfaction as his troops set up a camp in half an hour, with simple fortifications and tents large enough to accommodate them all. Every time he saw such a scene, he felt a sense of comfort, almost equivalent to cutting off the head of the enemy with his axe.

late at night.

"General."

Irwin walked into his tent with a gloomy expression on his face.

"what's up?"

"Are we going to send spies?"

Darius, who was sitting behind the table, raised his head and glanced at him: "We are only a few hundred meters away from the gate of the immortal fortress, what other spies do we need?"

"But we don't know anything about the city, General."

"That's not something you should worry about, Erwin. You should take care of those cavalry treasures now. It's about to start at dawn. I hear the dragon lizards still screaming. What's going on?"

Irwin bowed his head in shame: "It was like this ten minutes ago, it's no use asking the animal trainer to appease it."

Darius frowned: "Take me to see."

After a moment, they stood in silence in front of the dragon lizards' enclosure.

The erratic light of the torches cast irregular shadows on Darius' face, and he frowned as he looked at the restless dragon lizards. The legion's animal trainer said uncomfortably beside him: "General, this has never happened before. These dragon lizards were taught by myself, and they will never violate discipline, not to mention shouting in the middle of the night.. …”

Now in season, the nights are not hot, even cold. However, fine sweat broke out on his forehead. The animal trainer's body trembled slightly, and he stuttered: "General, general. This is definitely not normal."

Do you still need to say it?

Of course Darius knew about it, the trainer had been with the Trefary Legion for five years. The dragon lizard taught by him has always been a partner vying for the cavalry. This guy is very capable, he can make the tyrannical dragon lizards obey the discipline and obey orders. That alone is amazing.

"What do you think could be the reason?" Darius asked lightly, suppressing his uneasiness for a while.

The trainer watched the dragon lizards in the enclosure with uneasy eyes, and they were neighing. But even so, they didn't attack each other or riot. This is enough to prove the results of his training. It seemed that Darius' calm voice gave him strength, he also calmed down and replied slowly.

"First of all, the weather can be ruled out, general. Except for the deadly cold place in the Freljord, the dragon lizards take any environment seriously. The food can also be ruled out. They eat better than me." With a daze and doubt on his face, he muttered to himself as if he had fallen into self-denial.

"No...it shouldn't be what I thought."

A hand was placed on his shoulder, strong and cold. The animal trainer raised his head, saw Darius' calm face, and heard his low voice: "Say it, don't panic."

The animal trainer swallowed, and he replied, "I have been doing this for twenty-seven years, General. My grandfather and father were both animal trainers with the army. I've only seen dragon lizards so restless once in my life."

"That time...they were facing a real dragon."

The trainer's words made Irwin and the guards behind him look at each other, and Darius frowned. "Tell me more about it," he said.

The animal trainer seemed to be lost in memory, and his eyes lost focus: "I was still with my father at that time, and I still remember those dragon lizards. They were the last batch that my father personally trained."

He swallowed. "Twenty-one years ago, the Trefary Legion was not formed. My father and I worked under General Villiers."

Darius nodded. "Iron Hand, Villiers. A hero."

The trainer smiled proudly. "Yes, he's a real Noxian... sorry, I'm going too far."

"At that time, we were attacking the people of the hills, which is now Kursara. The war went well. Although the people of the hills were all good, their weapons and equipment were too backward. They couldn't resist us. of new gear and plate armor. Until their king got a cursed golden helmet from nowhere..."

"In front of the two armies, he put on the golden helmet. Then the whole person seemed to be sucked dry and turned into a mummified corpse, and then... the sky was smashed by the dragon. Wings are obscured, it just came from nowhere, and it was scary enough to fly over us. That's the only time I've seen dragon lizards as anxious as they are now."

Darius knew what he was talking about, the cursed golden helmet should now be sealed in the imperial treasury. This is a treasure from ancient times. Every time it is opened, it requires a special noble bloodline as a sacrifice, which can summon the soul of a giant dragon-of course, the bloodline of the king of the people of the hills has already died, so this gold The helmet now only looks good.

Irwin's voice came from behind him, interrupting Darius' thinking: "The story is wonderful, Beastmaster. But there are no dragons in the Immortal Fortress."

The tamer's expression seemed beyond doubtful, and he replied, "Yes, my lord! That's why I can't figure out why they are like this..."

Two minutes later, Darius understood why they were so upset. He remembered the words of a zoologist who said that animals are usually much more intuitive than humans, and that they are naturally more sensitive to danger than dull humans.

Darius two minutes later watched the huge figure approaching them, and clenched the battle axe in his hand.

The zoologist was so **** right, he thought.

As the thing approached, the ground began to tremble more and more obviously, and no one in the barracks was resting. They all formed a battle formation, waiting for the approaching figure. Darius squinted, tonight, there is no moon above the sky of the immortal fortress, and even the stars are very rare.

He couldn't see the face of the... thing. Yes, Darius was pretty sure it couldn't be a person - who could grow to be five meters tall? What's more, that thing looks far more than five meters.

He finally stopped in front of Darius and emerged from the darkness. Darius' pupils shrunk to a small point, he couldn't believe what he saw - it was actually a person.

He was naked, and a terrifying sense of oppression and aura came over him. Although he wasn't in a fighting stance at all, he just stood there peacefully. Darius looked up at his face, feeling as if he was facing a humanoid dragon. Given that momentum, after a while, he realized that this man's face was very familiar.

"Don't panic, um, you should be Darius." The other party's voice sounded like a thunder on the ground, and even if it was lowered, it was still deafening.

A hideous smile slowly opened on his rock-like face, and his chin made of black steel was terrifying: "I heard from Swain that you are the latest Hand of Noxus."

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Kronos stared at the two figures on the training ground. He said to the mage who was drinking tea leisurely, "Is it normal for him to be like this?"

"What do you mean?"

"height."

He Shenyan shrugged: "It's only five meters, what's wrong?"

Kronos didn't speak for a while, he only felt his teeth were sore-the Primarchs were only over three meters tall after wearing their armor, and Shane was five meters tall without armor after the surgery. And that iron jaw... For a moment, Kronos almost thought he saw an orc Warboss.

He Shenyan smiled: "A piece of advice, Kronos. You'd better start broadening your horizons from now on. At least you have to relax, you will be surprised in the future. I don't want to see you. It's time to yell at everything like a fool."

Kronos shook his head, put down his thoughts for a while, and began to watch the battle on the training ground seriously. Although the two sides are extremely different in size. One side is five meters high, while the other side is 'only' more than two meters high.

Darius thought there would be nothing to make him nervous anymore, but when he actually stood on the training ground, facing Shane, his heartbeat inevitably accelerated.

"you first."

Sean nodded at him, not even holding a weapon. Darius felt the humiliation of being slighted, but he didn't show it. He said in a deep voice, "General, are you sure you don't need armor and weapons?"

His question received an eager smile from the latter: "Come on though....Hand of Noxus."

Darius let out a roar, and then charged towards Shane.

This inexplicable battle was proposed by Thane, euphemistically called "Come and see if you qualify for the Hand of Noxus".

Although Darius's exploits have spread his Blackstone statues all over the Empire, it's entirely unnecessary to say that he is qualified. But it would be a great honor for him to be recognized by the original Hand of Noxus himself.

Sean turned slightly, and the superman's agility even gave him time to taunt Darius while dodging the dangerous axe blow: "That's all you can do?"

He got an angry turn around from the latter, and the target was very clear, which was his waist and abdomen. Obviously, the other party has gotten serious.

Sean laughed silently, fine, that's all.

His eyes also became serious unconsciously: Let me see if you have that qualification...  

A dull muffled sound reverberated on the training ground~www.novelmt.com~ Darius was shocked to find that his axe was actually held by Shane with one hand. His five fingers seemed to have been fused together with the Black Cleaver at the beginning of the casting, and no matter how hard Darius tried, he couldn't get his axe to leave Thane's fingers.

"The skill is not bad...you lost in strength." Sain commented briefly.

"If you're pity me... that's not necessary. A warrior will not complain about his strength against his opponent, he will only be excited." Darius replied calmly, at the same time putting his foot on the ground. on Sean's knee. Although Sion was completely indifferent to this level of attack, he let go and let Darius get the axe back.

"Don't get me wrong, kid. Have pity on you?" Sean laughed out loud. "I won't insult a warrior's fighting spirit! Now show your true abilities and let me see your strength!"

Darius unknowingly showed a faint smile, the anger that had been underestimated at the beginning was quickly receding. He had to admit that, even without armor or weapons, Thane was still a formidable foe—so powerful that he even began to enjoy the disparity in the fight. He's always been that way, always willing to challenge those who are the strongest.