Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

The wind in Illusher always seemed so cold.

The cold wind howled, and Gwendrin stood barefoot on the icy ground. Temperatures that are unbearable for normal people may even be somewhat comfortable for her.

She didn't wear the veiled golden helmet, showing her beautiful face. The moonlight shines on her white hair, and the faint moonlight seems to have been following the lonely god.

It's been a while since the rebellion broke out, but for her, meeting the mysterious mage seemed like yesterday. Recalling the sworn look he had made when he left, Gwendline chuckled involuntarily.

Throughout the ages, she has met many of Rodland's heroes and great people, and only the most outstanding of them are qualified to meet Gwendrin. And He Shenyan...... He is more special than them combined.

Gwendelyn couldn't tell exactly where he was in particular, she only knew that maybe she would never meet another such person in the future.

As for what he said about coming back...Gwendelyn hoped that he wouldn't come back, no matter if what he said when he left was true or false, she didn't believe that someone could really save Rodland.

The fire was getting weaker day by day, and she could feel it. As the daughter of King Gwen of the Blackwood, she has an innate sense of fire. The small flame burning in the initial furnace was already weak to the point where it could no longer be added, and maybe one day in the future, it will be completely extinguished.

Then, like those people said.

The world has fallen into darkness, and all living beings can only wait quietly in the darkness. No one knows what kind of species will be born again in that darkness - or, is it a monster?

Her delicate and small ears moved slightly, and there was a sound of footsteps from below the god's residence. It was the footsteps of the Silver Knight, and they wouldn't bother her if she was okay. Obviously, someone was visiting at this time.

Gwendelyn frowned, wondering who would be visiting at this time. But she still wore the veiled golden helmet. No matter what, as a god, majesty must be maintained. It's not just about herself, but more importantly, it's about the glory of the Gwen family.

It is sad to say that the last king cannot be a woman, but it is true.

A silver knight respectfully stopped behind her, and a dull voice came from under the helmet: "My lord, there is an ashes asking to see you."

ash?

With her back to the silver knight, Gwendelyn held her white and slender neck high, and there was no joy or anger in her indifferent tone: "Bring him up and meet here. My residence has already been defiled by that god-defying thief, It's better here. At least you can see the moon."

The silver knight lowered his head, the spear in his hand paused lightly on the ground, and then left without saying a word.

After a while, an ashes who had collected weapons came up. He was wearing a slightly worn-out knightly armor, and the tattered cloak shook slightly behind him. With his breathing, little sparks are falling from his body, flying recklessly in the air.

"Oh, this power..." Gwendelyn raised her eyebrows in surprise. "I underestimate you, you are actually a king hunter."

Ash bowed and performed a standard noble etiquette, Gwendelin nodded slightly, and then asked, "Do you have a name?"

"Ash, that's enough."

The voice coming from under the knight's helmet was hoarse and unpleasant, and it didn't fit his identity as a king hunter at all, but no one would care about that at this time. In such a world, power is everything. Not to mention the unpleasant voice, he has green skin, a slanted nose and big eyes, that is also the ashes of becoming a king hunter, and he is already qualified to spread fire.

"So, Ashes.... what are you asking for?"

Ash was silent for a while, then took out a small sapling out of nowhere. With soil, it was carefully placed in a tile flowerpot. He held this pot of saplings carefully, as if holding a supreme treasure.

From the moment the sapling appeared, Gwendelin's eyes were firmly attracted.

That is the breath of life.

All of Rodland's life was born with flames, and when the flames weakened, they also suffered some kind of degradation to varying degrees. It would have been nice if she was naturally strong like Gwendrin, still retaining her appearance and self-awareness. But ordinary people are different, they will all turn into unconscious corpses.

Unlike the walking corpses that have gradually become corpses due to the loss of humanity, they... will still retain some of the habits of their lifetime and do their jobs during their lifetime. But the fact that he had completely lost his human form would be even more sad.

"Where did you get it?"

"Passing the Fire Sacrificial Field." Ash's voice was still dry and hoarse, which matched his voice after being burned by the flames. "It was left to me by a mage named He Shenyan."

Even with the covered gold crown, Ash was keenly aware of one thing. When he mentioned the three words 'He Shenyan', the god's surprised expression.

"No wonder... Since it's him, then everything makes sense." Gwendelyn muttered to herself, her eyes locked on the small sapling again, and she said softly, "Besides that, what else? Have it?"

"Have."

Ash nodded and put the sapling back solemnly: "He also left a message asking me to come to you."

"It doesn't make sense, he—"

A blue light lit up, and Gwendelyn turned her head to look. For some reason, her heart was beating fast. It wasn't until a familiar voice came out of the blue light that he relaxed: "Oh, it seems I caught up."

A man came out of the blue light, wearing a black robe, holding the cane that Gwendelyn gave him in his hand, with a smile on his face: "How are you guys, ah, fortunately I'm not late."

He smiled at Gwendelyn first, then turned to Ashes, noticing the suspicious look in the other party's eyes, He Shenyan patted his shoulder: "I left the sapling and the message for you, have you received it? Ah? , I almost forgot... How do I call it? My name is He Shenyan, I am a mage, and I am wandering around."

"ash."

"That's it, don't you have a name?"

The slightly desolate knight shook his head, his armor even faded a little: "The container doesn't need a name."

"It's too much to call yourself that... Forget it, I don't need to correct you." The mage smiled and his face became serious: "Then, please listen carefully, two, I have a proposal ."

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"... so fast?"

Swain looked at the messenger in surprise, and waved him away until the other side nodded again. The man who already had some white hair rubbed his eyebrows wearily, but there was an unstoppable bright smile on his face. He sat down on the chair and let out a contented sigh: "This is really..."

"marvelous."

Anyone can say these three words - what's not to like when you have a general who can conquer a kingdom in a week?

Swain thought for a moment, then stood up. There was a huge well-made and detailed map hanging behind him. He slowly stretched out his hand and hung a black chess piece on the place marked 'Demacia'. Then the smile on his face became bigger and bigger. In the end he even laughed.

After a brief period of happiness, Swain returned to his unsmiling appearance. He knew that this was just the beginning.

"Guards!" he shouted towards the door, and within seconds a heavily armed guard opened the door.

Swain didn't even look at him, he stared intently at the papers on his desk, his brain racing. After a while, he said in a low voice, "Help me find Instructor Cronos."

The guard said with some embarrassment: "Then you may have to wait for a while. Instructor Kronos is now training new recruits."

"Recruits?" Swain raised his head unexpectedly. He frowned and asked inexplicably, "Where did the recruits come from?"

"A group of new recruits are said to be of good quality. The instructor is very interested in them, and you may not be able to meet him until the evening."

"It's okay." Swain's brows stretched. No matter where they came from, as long as they can contribute to the empire, it doesn't matter how bad their origins are.

He said lightly: "Then at night, send someone to inform Instructor Cronos... It's just right, I can take advantage of this time to think about future plans."

Swain turned to stare at the map again, and his gaze caught a glimpse of a city directly below Noxus—no, maybe it shouldn't be called one.

It was a collection of two city-states, a progressive city and a filthy slum. And for Noxus, they are open to anyone.

On the other side, the new training ground of the Immortal Fortress.

Kronos was not wearing a helmet, but the armor was still on. Although it is not a time of war, this small empire in the mortal world does not need his power for the time being.

But he still couldn't get himself to take off the armor—don't get me wrong, it wasn't that he didn't want to make himself comfortable. It's just that I can't put it on again because I take it off now. There are no servitors here.

The tall giant stood on the high platform of the training ground with a blank face, no one knew what he was thinking. All the recruits running in the circle below would glance at him as they passed by, regardless of gender or race. Many people even looked a little trembling because of his expressionless face.

In their opinion, with this look of this incredibly tall and strong officer, they must not have a good time in the future.

But in reality, Kronos was just thinking about what to have for dinner tonight.

Although he can go long without food, as an Astarte, his physiology differs from that of a mortal on every level. It's like he has to eat a lot of bones and absorb the calcium inside to strengthen his bones. It's okay not to eat, but who would refuse to make themselves stronger?

If someone can pierce your skin with a blade, trust me, if you have a bone that can hold the blade, things will be much easier to do next.

Yesterday, he ate two yak from the Freljord by himself. The meat was good and the bones were okay. His appetite is surprisingly large, but the chefs in the logistics department are proud to cook for him.

Although Kronos repeatedly insisted that he didn't need any delicious food, just roasted it - even raw, they obviously didn't listen to him.

However, the taste is really good.

Thinking like this, his eyes instantly shifted to a soldier who was a little behind in the running team. Kronos frowned, the super brains of the Astartes could make him do two things, or even three things. Watching their training while thinking like this is a breeze.

Superman's vision quickly allowed him to see the number on the soldier's right chest, and he shouted: "Number 134, come to me!"

The soldier was startled, and in the sympathetic eyes of everyone, he trotted nervously all the way to the bottom of the high platform, looking up at Kronos. His shadow completely obscured the soldier, his expression calm, but with a great sense of deterrence.

"You're behind, why?" Cronos asked succinctly.

Even such a question made the soldier blushed: "I, I'm not feeling well, sir!"

"Doctor of the army!" Kronos immediately shouted to the side, and immediately a doctor in a white robe ran over. The soldier was even more flustered when he saw this battle: "No, no, sir. I'm just not feeling well, not sick, I can still continue training!"

Cronos shook his head.

This time, the soldier not only blushed, but even the circles of his eyes were red. He doesn't want to be treated as a deserter - he's unwell, he can't train for the time being, isn't this a deserter? At this moment, he deeply regretted why he had to say such uncomfortable words~www.readwn.com~number 134, relax. I know you are not lying. Looking at his puzzled eyes, Kronos said softly, "You are indeed ill. "

"What? Sir, but I just woke up a little uncomfortable this morning...?"

Kronos made a gesture, not wanting to explain too much: "Go down and check first, if you really don't have any problems, then, I promise you. You will be back to training soon. "

Seeing him and the doctor leaving, Astarte shook his head - his sense of smell allowed him to smell a special smell on the soldier. He was sick, and he was very sick, even himself. I didn't know I was sick.

But, the question is....is this the kind of thing he's thinking? It's not certain yet. Although it is so far apart from two universes, it is not without lessons... Kronos' eyes flashed that purple light again, he snorted coldly, and returned to his duty again. middle.

Kronos' eyes that became slightly sharp began to sweep around the soldiers in training. For unknown reasons, they thought that the officer was simply dissatisfied with them, so he accelerated his running speed.