Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

"Are you looking for me, Stone?"

The sarcastic words came from his arm, clearly reaching Galio's ears. It looked up and found that the little man had jumped onto its left arm at some point, and at this time it was looking at it with an unpleasant smile on its face.

Galio gave him a fixed look, stopped the fist that was about to hit his face, and Sean didn't continue to choose to attack. Instead, he asked with a smile, "It doesn't seem like being big is useful, right?"

"You played very well... villain," Galio replied, and at the same time, the wings on its back lit up with golden light. "Then, I have to be serious too!"

The stone giant laughed boldly, it didn't seem to take the fact that it was blind in one eye to heart. Laughter sounded, echoing between heaven and earth: "You are the strongest villain I have ever seen!"

Shane narrowed his eyes. Although he was wild, he was not stupid. The colossus was obviously brewing a killer move. But he did not choose to dodge, but stood on Galio's left arm and carried the giant axe.

"Have you lived long?"

"Of course! I watched these little people build this city little by little!" Galio's voice fell, and the stretched stone face became serious: "Get ready, little people Galio never sneaks!"

"Your name is Galio..."

Sean raised his head and looked at the darkened sky. The astral winds that swayed around the stone giants became more and more manic as the clouds gathered. Sean's five senses, which have been transformed and mutated, became extremely sensitive and felt a little wet at this time. He knew that it was going to rain soon.

The wind was blowing, and the stone giant who called himself Galio suddenly clapped his hands together, and Sion's body lost a place to stand. He moved with the wind like a rootless weed, and the wind blew from the giant's wings to his side, wrapping him.

In the blink of an eye, they went from harmless breezes to violent tornadoes sharper than blades, and Sion's skin quickly ripped apart from such attacks. A trace of blood gushed out of the skin.

This is not over yet, Galio obviously has no plans to let him go - if he really thinks that he will be easily killed like this, it is contempt for him!

"Come on, little man!"

Its heroic voice echoes between heaven and earth, and its character is not like a stone statue, but like a belligerent and brave warrior, pursuing a fair battle. It retracted its right fist and the wind gathered. This time, the weapons and armors hanging on the guardian square all flew up and got involved, adding a new threat to the already deadly Gangwind.

Galio swung out a punch and accurately hit the tornado wrapped in Sion-in an instant, the wind was blowing, and the dark clouds that had condensed in the sky were scattered under the power of this blow.

And the Noxian soldiers who had just entered the inner city also felt the wind blowing, and many of them even had to grab the buildings around them so that they would not be blown away.

They weren't targets at all, not even a fallout. And Sean, who suffered such an attack head on, was dead or alive at this time?

Nobody knew, not even Galio. With the punch just now, it didn't feel the real feeling of hitting something. Although for its size, killing Sion is not much different from killing a bug. So it retracted its right fist, ready to take a closer look at the fist surface - just at this moment, a roar came.

Sion jumped up from his right fist covered in blood, with astonishing speed and strength. The double axe slashed into the only remaining eye of the stone giant. At this point, Galio's vision fell into darkness.

It heard the cold voice of the little man: "It's a pity... Stone, be a person in your next life, you will be a very good warrior."

There was a sharp pain on the face, and this kind of feeling that it had just been familiar with for a long time came in waves. If Sion is a bug to it, it is also an extremely poisonous bug. He slashed all the way from the stone giant's face to the breastplate, leaving countless scars on the heavy stone breastplate.

"You played really well, villain..." The stone statue whispered quietly, as if he didn't care about his attack at all.

This move made Shane stop attacking, he frowned in dissatisfaction, hooked the edge of its breastplate with the giant axe, and turned over and stood on it with a force.

"Go on, Stone, why stop?"

Galio ignored him and continued: "You're a good opponent, seriously. Better than the beast I fought a long time ago, but I can't keep fighting you any longer... …”

Its voice became more and more low, and at the end, the heroic voice that once resounded in the world was as small as a mosquito. If it wasn't for Sean's excellent hearing, he really couldn't hear what the colossus was saying.

"The magic power... has been used up, ah, I'm really unwilling, I can't even enjoy the battle..." It paused, used its last strength to put away its wings, and a wisp of wind fell on the On the ground, he brought a man covered in blood with his eyes still open to Sean: "He is the only one alive...Save him, little man."

"They are innocent..."

Sean was silent for a while, then nodded. He threw down the axe in his right hand and let it fall freely on its own. If Kronos saw this move, Astarte probably would have shouted again: "This is the divine weapon blessed by Him himself!" Then he preached to Sion for half an hour, but he was not here now.

Sean stretched out his right hand and took the man out of the hurricane. He obviously only had one breath left, his body was covered in scars, and there was a penetrating wound between his chest and abdomen, which was bleeding slowly. He looked at Shane and suddenly grinned, his teeth stained with blood: "Kill, kill them, Noxians. Kill them!"

Shane stared at his face for a moment, then leaped away from the inactive stone.

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"How can it be?!"

Huetel's face turned pale, and he counted everything, and even began to slowly plan how to transfer from the Fearless Pioneer a few years ago. Everything went smoothly, but he never counted that a monster that could stand up to the guardian statue would pop up from the Noxians! He even hit it abruptly until the latter's energy was exhausted and he didn't die...  

He threw the binoculars in his hand and shattered on the ground. The luxurious jewels inlaid on it are scattered all over the place, and this thing is more like a luxury item than a telescope.

He was standing on the balcony of the luxurious room belonging to Jarvan III, trembling all over.

Huttle took a few deep breaths, and the first thought was to escape.

The Noxian attitude towards nobles is obvious to all, especially towards kings. They don't believe in the so-called 'noble blood' at all. Even the emperor of their own country can be changed at any time. What will these cold-blooded barbarians do when they catch him, the aristocratic leader who launched the coup?

Don't even think about it!

Gu push

Jarvan III was dead, and the prince and the grand marshal were imprisoned in the palace by him. There are not many people available, and the nobles in the country are under his orders to stay at home at this time. Huetel's original plan was very clear. He understood the character of the Demacian nobles very well. He said that the grass is light, and most of them are brainless idiots.

In order not to let them stay in the palace, he specially asked them to go back home and stand by. But at this time, it seems that this is a foolish move... He regretted that his bowels were lighter, if he kept a few, at least there would be more ghosts to die for now.

Just when he was thinking about how to escape from the palace and even Xiongdu, the door of the room was kicked open. He shuddered, and when he looked back, he was not a Noxian. He neither wore black armor nor carried any sword. Even the face looks like an oriental.

He was wearing a blood-stained white shirt, limping, his face calm. The temples are already gray.

Huetel's face changed wildly: "Xin Zhao?!"

"I said it, Huttle..." The voice of the eastern man known as Xin Zhao was calm, but contained undisguised killing intent. "You should kill me right away, instead of keeping me for fun later in life. Night long dreams, late life changes, you don't understand this truth. Read more history books. Throughout the ages, many heroes have died in hesitation. above."

He looked past Huttle and looked out the window with a mocking smile on his face: "...No wonder you failed."

"So what?!" Huttle screamed. "The Noxians have entered the city, and I know a secret road leading out of the city, and absolutely no one knows about it except me. If you don't want to die, take me and Jarvan III with you! He and Tia Na was locked up by me—"

"—To be honest, I don't really care," Xin Zhao said softly.

He limped and slowly approached Huttle: "I once swore an oath to serve a wise master, a noble king. Although he became stupefied in his later years, an oath is an oath."

Huttle didn't have the heart to listen to what he said at all, and his eyes glanced at a precious vase not far from him. He moved closer without a trace.

Xin Zhao continued: "The monarch humiliated his minister to death, not to mention, you killed him in front of me. You also admitted that he had become incompetent, and that the orders to persecute innocent people were all yours. Magic is really useful, Huttle."

He smiled slightly, which made Huertel feel cold all over: "Do you want to guess, what do I want to do most now?"

"Guards! Guards!"

"No need to scream.... They're all dead. Your people are as useless as you are, and I can kill them all without a weapon."

Xin Zhao was only a few steps away from him at this time. He stretched out his hand to hold the vase that Huertel had been looking at, and said with a smile, "Do you like looking at vases?"

"boom!"

He threw the vase, which could be called a work of art, and smashed it in Huttle's face. The fragments splashed, and blood flew in the air together, Huetel's eyes went black, and a sharp pain came. He fell to the ground a few steps back, and when his vision finally returned to normal, someone stepped on his chest.

"Any last words?"

"Yes, yes!" Huttle shouted like a drowning man clutching a life-saving straw: "I have—"

"Crack."

"Uh--!"

"I said it, Huttle, you filthy bastard, **** bug..."

Xin Zhao retracted the right foot that had crushed his chest, and slowly squatted down: "I don't care, I just want you to die."

Huetel's body trembled, and blood foam slowly overflowed from the corners of his mouth. The whole person seemed to have been electrocuted, twitching on the ground. Xin Zhao just crouched there quietly, watching him die with a satisfied smile on his face.

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A Noxian soldier in black armor stood silently at the door of the civilian's home, sword in hand.

The civilians in the house stood in the corner with frightened faces. The woman held a spatula in her hand and tightly guarded her two children behind her: "Get out, get out!"

The soldier was silent for a while, put away the sword in his hand, and slowly stepped back. His actions made the woman even more nervous - she was not an ignorant idiot, if a soldier entered your home during the war and put away his weapon. Then what he has to do next is actually very simple.

The woman screamed: "Get out!"

She was waving the spatula in her hand like a tiger, and this scene made the soldier shake his head, and he seemed to be laughing. Then, to the surprise of the woman, he did nothing but simply left here.

Similar scenes were taking place throughout the great capital of Demacia, with some resisting and some surrendering. More people just shrank and shivered at home like the woman, and the soldiers were not interested in why she was alone. That's the Archons' business, and the demographics and subsequent series of plans are theirs.

As a soldier, he only wanted to win.

Drawing his sword again~www.readwn.com~ He walked on the streets of Xiongdu. Even the most discerning Noxians can't say anything about the city. Apart from the architectural style, the Demacian capital is undoubtedly one of the manifestations of their great national strength. Because of this, conquering it is even more satisfying for soldiers.

He walked along the road and was soon back in his group - after entering the city, the legion was soon separated. A group of eight people is responsible for a street. When his companion saw him coming back, he tapped his breastplate twice. Among the newly established legions, the language of wartime represents greetings: How are you?

The soldier put his five fingers into a palm and tapped on his left shoulder armor, which means: everything is normal.

Naturally, this kind of charade-like communication made many people uncomfortable, but none of them objected. March silently, attack silently, kill or be killed silently, and will not be allowed to speak until victory.

This is the new tradition of the Legion, announced by Thane. It is said that the Kronos instructor was silent for a long time after learning about this, but no one asked him why.

The soldier raised his head and stared at the sky where the clouds had just cleared in Demacian Xiongdu, and he realized that the war might soon be over.