Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Shane stood in the darkness.

There is no moon tonight, not even a few stars. Dark clouds covered the sky, thick clouds rolled over their heads, faint thunder came from it, and the air became slightly cool and moist. This made him know that a torrential rain would soon fall.

The wind is gradually getting colder.

Shane lowered his head slightly, rubbing his fingers on the handle of the axe. They raided in the early hours of the morning, when people were at their worst. If all goes well, they will be able to hang the kings and nobles of Duinmans at the gates of the city at dawn.

"How's it going?"

He asked Darius, who was standing beside him. He was still wearing the armor, and he was holding a telescopic telescopic sight. This technology comes from Piltover and was originally designed for hunters to find prey. The Noxians were the first to discover that it could be used in warfare.

The distance between them and the scouts is really a little far, and even with the eyesight after the transformation, they are only small spots in the lake. It has to be done with the help of technology.

"The Warg scouts have arrived under the walls of Duinmans. They have cavalry and barracks stationed outside... According to the plan, the scouts will launch a sheep attack in five minutes."

Darius said briefly, then put away the telescope. The delicate brass gadget made a click and then compressed. He threw it to a soldier standing behind and carried his Black Cleaver.

Behind the two of them was a large crowd of black people, no one spoke, and even the rhythm of each other's breaths was very similar. They all wore dark armor, only the eye boy shone brightly. The wolves waited patiently, and five minutes later, several explosions of fireworks lit up from across the plain.

"Charge," Shane said.

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Vladimir walked out of the castle slowly, his pace was slow, it could even be said to be uncomfortable. The crooked footsteps somehow reminded people of puppets on strings. He did not choose to close the gate of the castle, but let it open blankly.

The rotten air in the castle was brought out, mixed with the moist night wind, and blew into his nostrils, which had long been unable to perceive any smell, but still brought a smile to Vladimir's pale face.

"It's time too." He muttered to himself, and two scarlet lights lit up in the Tong Kong.

Blood rose from under his feet, lifting him up. This torrent of blood from nowhere took him down the hillside like a monstrous wave, and no one knew about this terrifying scene - the residents of Duinmans City were still asleep at this time. among.

No one knew death was coming until the torrent of blood washed over their home.

When the viscous and hot blood turned into a human-devouring blade and cut them all into pieces, the overwhelming screams finally made the edge of the lit sky rise with a fish belly white, as if it could not even see the night. It's like going down.

The waves were getting higher and higher, and blood and stumps floated in them, adding to it. It also made Vladimir stand taller, fifty meters, one hundred meters—until he looked down at all living beings, and finally a morbid flush appeared on his pale face.

He took a deep, deep breath of air, the nasal cavity had lost the ability to perceive smells, so he stuck out his tongue and panted like a dog, the sweet smell of blood reached the tip of his tongue, It made his child's hole shrink to a small point.

"strength!"

Vladimir roared excitedly, and the blood wave rose again to a new wave, as if it should match his emotions. No one survived where the blood wave went, it mercilessly ran over all the civilians, and they even chant the name of the false **** until they died, hoping that he would protect them.

- Vladimir did not remove his evil witchcraft, he watched everyone die, men and women, young and old, and even felt happy from the bottom of his heart. To him, these people are just sacrifices, 'things' not much different from stones.

Are you uncomfortable with the destruction of stone or dirt?

No, you won't.

In his roars of laughter, the towering walls of Duinmans were engulfed in blood. The wall was originally engraved with names, and each stone had the names of those who built it. This was the will of the founding king of Duinmans not to forget the laborers - however, it was ruthlessly destroyed.

The masonry was corroded, and blood with a strangely high temperature completely melted it into slag. Like some kind of annotation.

Not far from the city wall, the barracks of the blood knights.

A man with an upturned mustache was stroking his bald head, his face full of sadness. The Noxians were soon approaching the city, while their shared master was locked in the castle, wondering what he was thinking.

What's worse, just a few minutes ago, some Noxus scouts quietly touched their vicinity. If it wasn't for a slave who was in charge of guarding the watch, I was afraid that the blood knights who were indulging in the blood feast would not be at all. You won't know the enemy is coming.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but get even more anxious. He patted the table directly, his eyes were already staring at a young blood knight who was eating a **** liver: "When is it, you are still eating here?!"

The young blood knight was startled, but he was still reluctant to give up the food in his mouth. He actually chewed it for two or three times before swallowing it: "...Sorry, sir! This is the blood food I just bought today. I wanted to eat it tomorrow morning, but I was woken up at night, and it was a little bit different. hungry."

Having said this, he laughed naively, and at the same time he used a fork to pick up a piece and hand it to the mustache: "From a thirteen-year-old girl, would you like to try it?"

The mustache glanced at the fresh-looking liver and rolled his throat twice. But considering that this was the subordinate's food, for his face, he still didn't choose to take it, just waved his hand.

"No, I'm not hungry. Eat it, go out and see if those waste spies have any information for us."

"As ordered, sir." The young man smiled again, his teeth full of blood. He lowered his head and began to gulp down, taking a sip from the crimson liquid in the cup next to him from time to time.

He ate quickly and had most of his liver resolved in no time. The young man stood up, intending to go out and carry out the orders of the chief. Just as he walked to the door of the tent, his face suddenly twitched and he fell to the ground.

"Huh?! What's wrong with you?!"

The moustache was startled and hurried over - this is the descendant of a nobleman, if something goes wrong, he might be in trouble. However, in the next second, he also fell to the ground clutching his heart.

The pain started to spread from the heart and spread to the whole body little by little. Limbs, body, and even the ends of the eyeballs are in pain. He even lost his sight, and just when he was about to fall into complete darkness, he saw that blood was gurgling out of his body.

Strange, I'm not injured, why am I bleeding?

This is his last thought.