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50. Towards the Strange

Today is an important day.

At least it is very important to His Excellency Stephen Strange.

This former New York neurosurgeon underwent a bizarre disaster a few months ago, and then turned into a blessing in disguise and started his second choice in his life.

He made a "replacement".

From a talented and arrogant doctor, he changed his position to a wild mage.

This sounds like a profession with no future, and it sounds no different from the psychics who dance masters on the streets of New York.

This absurd choice is definitely not included in Strange's previous life plan.

But this is the fate. It has become accustomed to being a tyrant who acts recklessly. Before life is changed, it will never kindly ask you for your own opinions.

Under the guidance of Raven Maharaja, Strange made a very difficult choice.

"call"

In the basement of the mysterious house, this room with a folded space is as wide as a rolling sea, which is a simulated environment.

The simulation is very realistic, and there is even a fishy sea breeze blowing.

There are many suspended stones on the sea surface, which have no gravity at all, which seems extremely fantastic and unscientific.

But very magical.

Master Strange, wearing a blue robe, sat cross-legged on one of the stones. He sat cross-legged like practicing yoga, pinching the seals with both hands and placing them on his knees.

He closed his eyes and breathed rhythmically. The invisible magic power continued the rhythm of his breathing. He was absorbed from the outside world into the mage's body, and a trace of magic power was integrated into his body. The rest returned to the outside world with his breathing.

It's like forming some kind of strange cycle.

Meditation, the most basic magical lesson, can be found by every mage. This is the most common way to accumulate magic power in the body.

The effect is very poor, but it is better for a long time.

Moreover, the clarified thinking brought by meditation is also a thinking environment that spellcasters need very much. Many complex mana models often need to be fully parsed in this state of mind without distractions.

Strange has adapted to this rhythm, and every time he meditates, he is like he once stood by the operating table and was preparing for a precise operation.

"Buzz"

The magic of calm vibrated at this moment, like a small stone was thrown into the pool, and the waves that aroused awakened the mage from meditation.

He raised his head a little confusedly and saw the Raven Lord floating in the air in front of him, looking at him with a scrutiny look, still feeling as annoying as before.

He seemed to be seen through, and in the gaze of those blue eyes, he had no secret at all.

"I heard you've done a good job recently."

Merlin looked at Strange, who was standing up from the stone in front of him. The latter's figure did not change much, but over the long study, he had a trace of the silent temperament that the caster should have.

It's like a person who rolls around in the world, suddenly turning into a monk.

Merlin said:

"Xuanlan tells me that you have read most of the classics in the library of the Mysterious House, and have mastered many low-level magic and secret techniques of Kama Taj inheritance. You took the initiative to apply for the assessment."

"Are you tired of this closed asceticism?"

"It's almost the same."

Strange moves his wrist.

This is his recent action habit. In the previous car accident, his arm suffered severe damage. From the perspective of modern medicine, it was an incurable pain.

But with the process of learning magic, the transformation of his body by magic has restored his arms and fingers to his previous flexibility.

Facing Merlin's inquiry, Master Strange did not hide it, and just replied openly:

"Life in the Mysterious House is good. Ms. Xuanlan takes good care of me. She is also a very good teacher. In theory, I shouldn't have a disgust with this place."

"But theory is one aspect, reality is the other."

He looked at the simulated ocean in this basement, and he said:

"Although only two months have passed outside, I have lived here for ten times longer. I have been away from modern society for too long. I have a fear that I will be completely out of touch with the world and out of place."

“That’s how the life of the casters is.”

Merlin said softly:

"When we embarked on the road of magic, we were already out of touch with the world. Strange, I can understand the unintentional panic that surges in your heart. Humans are social animals after all."

"But you should be very powerful. The situation you are facing now. Only by enduring loneliness can you win more vitality in that battle. Maybe you don't like this kind of forced, but as an adult."

"I know, I understand."

Strange interrupted Merlin's persuasion and smiled at the Raven Maharaja.

As the magic surged, an orange-yellow light blew on his wrist, forming a rune seal surrounding his arms, he said:

"I don't want to give up, Mr. Merlin, I still cherish my life very much."

"I just think it's not very meaningful to continue learning like this. In your words, I feel like I've reached a bottleneck, and I might need a different way."

“Or it’s time to move to the next stage.”

"This kind of thing can't be 'you think', Strange."

Merlin's blue eyes stared at Strange.

He could see the magic flow circulating in Strange's body, and he could also feel the state of the caster in front of him.

Those who can be valued by the ancient masters are indeed magical. Strange's spell casting talent is extremely amazing and is also a rare magical physique.

Under Xuan Lan's patient teaching, his magic power at this time had broken through the limitations of ordinary spell casters and entered another level.

Although Merlin still seems to be weak, the progress is indeed amazing.

"Take a test."

Merlin reached out and snapped his fingers, and a door leading to the border of hell opened in front of Strange's eyes, he said:

"If you pass the advanced caster test, we will go to the next stage, and I will no longer limit your movements, but if it cannot."

"I will stay here and continue to learn."

Strange raised two fingers and made a swearing move.

He took out a black wand from his belt and slid in the air, accompanied by the light of star dots shining at the top of the wand, he said:

"Although I already know that magic is magical and powerful, my mood is like a kid who just got a new toy, do you understand what I mean?"

"I have to play with toys myself to know whether they are interesting."

Merlin also smiled, and he made a "please" gesture to Strange, and he said:

"There are 20 inferior demons waiting for you on the other side of the door."

"Go and kill them, or get them killed, if you pass, I have a 'new toy' for you."

As he spoke, the Raven Lord waved his finger and threw a beautiful, crystal-making wand that was inlaid with a demonic skull on the top up and down in his hand.

Strange is no longer a fool who knows nothing.

He could clearly see that the magic wind brought about when the crystal wand was beating was more than several times thicker than the wand he bought from Diagon Alley in his hand.

"The Watum magic wand, the magical object left by the former Supreme Mage Watum, is provided by the current Supreme Mage Guyi Master."

"I should have given it to you, but you can understand that I can't throw a rifle filled with bullets to a child who can't control himself. If you can come back alive, it means you have the qualifications and ability to use it."

Merlin put away Vatum's wand and looked at Strange's eyes.

He said:

"This wand was separated from some accident in the past, and the other half fell into the hands of a dark wizard. As far as I know, the wizard is now hiding somewhere in Europe."

"That's the next stage you want, grab half of the remaining wand and harvest the first real spoil in the mage's life."

"Leave my prize there."

Strange stepped into the portal leading to the border of hell, and he said with confidence:

"I'll be back soon."

"Swish"

Before the dizziness of walking through the portal had dissipated, the strong and pungent smell of sulfur rushed into Strange's nostrils, and before him was a rusty red earth.

At the end of the sight, there is a miserable white ball of light hanging from the sky like the sun.

In the hazy sky, there were jumping lightning in the thick clouds, and from time to time, sky fires fell from the sky and burst into this desolate world.

Strange chanted a spell, intending to cast an iron armor spell on himself.

But the lower demons who had been waiting for a long time would not give him time to react. The moment Strange raised his wand, 20 hideous demons rushed over from all directions.

They waved their rusty weapons and made all kinds of weird sounds, trying to scare the human being who broke into the border of hell.

Just now, Queen Riana at the border had already made a promise.

As long as they can kill this human, they can get a lot of benefits.

The corrosive green liquid was sprayed at Strange by a demon, who immediately interrupted the release of the iron armor curse, but did not dissipate the magic power of the wand, but injected the magic power into another outlined mana model in a very dangerous way.

Transforming the shape spell!

"Swoosh"

Strange's figure appeared behind 20 lower-level demons. He no longer added shields to himself. He waved his wand and threw out several diacritic curses.

Although this is an unforgivable spell in the eyes of orthodox wizards, the rules of orthodox wizards cannot control Strange, who is a wild mage.

The moment the few demons who rushed the fastest curled up because of the pain that broke out from their bodies, the wild mage seized the opportunity.

He held the wand in both hands, and a rolling lightning like orange-yellow light gathering came from the top of the wand as the superposition of the huge magic power was released.

The electric current hit the ground, splashing the soil.

It also hit the body of the first demon in a bounce like a feeding snake.

The lightning made it burst into pieces, and it cut off its arm with a rapid posture, and then paralyzed it in place.

In the halo like a bomb explosion, the liquid-like light jumped away again and hit the second demon, then the third and fourth.

This is still a group attack magic.

And I don’t know if it’s the fighting style of the wild mage. In short, after the first wave of lightning repelled the demons’ cluster attack, Strange grabbed a rusty bone axe from the ground.

In the flash of the shapeshift, it appeared next to the paralyzed demons.

As his hands were lifted and the sword fell, the four paralyzed demons' heads were cut off neatly.

Strange, holding the blood-stained axe, waved the wand in his other hand. He looked at the remaining 16 lower demons in front of him, and shrugged.

Well, it was as if he had thought about the hypothesis in his mind countless times.

Step towards magic, step towards legend, step towards strangeness.

Fighting is not difficult at all.

And it is very interesting to release new power.

It's like a new toy in the hands of a little boy, not only has a great appearance, but also very fun.

In the hall of the mysterious house, Merlin looked at the projection floating in front of her.

After seeing Strange grabbing the bone axe, flashing to the demon with a shapeshift spell, and chopping off several heads with the axe, Raven Lord nodded with satisfaction.

"He was indeed not confined to the caster's fighting style. He knew how to use all the means he could use. Moreover, his axe swing was quite standard. It seemed that he had practiced the beheading skills hard."

"I just told you why he has to go to the gym to exercise for a few hours every day after meditation."

Beside Meilin, Xuanlan doesn't like this slightly savage way of fighting.

She whispered:

"This kind of combat method will be joked by fellow travelers."

"I fight like this, and I haven't seen anyone laugh at me."

Merlin disagreed, watching Strange, holding a tomahawk and the wand fighting with the remaining demons, he said:

"As long as you can kill the enemy, it's a good idea, there are no such things to pay attention to."

As a wild mage of the same lineage, Xuan Lan shrugged, and she did not comment on this.

She looked at the projection in front of her, she said

"Speaking of this, I have never seen the magic that Strange used just now. Did you teach me?"

"No, it wasn't what I taught. It should be what he learned from the Kama Taj secret scrolls that no one can understand except him."

Merlin opened the Book of Weishan Emperor, which recorded all the white magic in the world. A few seconds later, he found the magic that Strange had just used, and he read:

"Bosatra Lightning originates from Kamataj's ancient secret technique."

"The characteristics are that it releases quickly and has great power, which can cause additional damage to hell creatures."

"The disadvantage is that the conduction of this magical lightning requires material medium and cannot be conducted in the air, and the speed of lightning flying is not particularly fast, so it is easy to be avoided."

Merlin whispered:

"Strange has the talent to understand the secret scrolls, which is destined to learn a lot of special magic that has been lost in this era, and this is his advantage over other campaigners."

"Buzz"

While Merlin was watching Strange's casting assessment, a message from Kama Taj appeared on the flipped pages of the Book of Versan Emperor.

This is a message from an ancient master.

The Raven Lord glanced at him and his brows immediately frowned.

"There is another new contestant? Loki?"
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