Marvel – Immortal Path

In the back alley of Broken Cauldron Bar, there is a brick wall.

"Count three pieces on the top of the trash can, and two pieces across..."

Li Ang muttered and pointed his finger on a certain wall tile.

The vast spiritual power comes out through the body, analyzes, deciphers, and wears the constant witchcraft on the wall tiles.

What is the essence of witchcraft, or wizard?

This is a very good question.

Different from those sorcerers who rely on magic circuits to manipulate Ether to cast spells, the wizards that also belong to mystic tend to rely on bloodline energy to release spells.

According to Rebecca and Constantine, the wizard and the sorcerer in Ancient Era were originally a kind of people. They can communicate with Ether, manipulate Ether, and rewrite reality.

In the ancient European continent where the concept of "history" has not yet been derived, gods lived among mortals.

That was the age of magnificent and mysterious, in the ocean lurked giant beast Leviathan, an abyss comparable to an island, winged pegasus Pagasus ran through the jungle, and undying existed in the swamp. The immortal Hydra Hydra.

That was the time when people and gods lived together. The blood of gods flowed in the bloodline of people, and they held the power that gods could possess.

Then, the age of the gods came to an end, and these descendants of Demi-God scattered everywhere.

As time goes by, their lineage becomes sparser, and their control of Ether becomes more and more inadequate.

At this time, before the descendants of Demi-God, there are two choices.

One option is to close yourself, shrink your sphere of influence, and refuse to contact with mortals, so as to prevent the bloodline, which is on the verge of extinction, from being further diluted.

One option is to abandon the honor of Demi-God and find another way to supplement the purity of bloodline with magic circuit.

The ethnic groups of Demi-God descendants engaged in fierce disputes and finally parted ways. The former became a wizard, while the latter gradually extended to a sorcerer.

It's hard to say which of these two roads is better, but from Li Ang's point of view, they are both very interesting.

"Witchcraft, to put it bluntly, is to rely on the divinity in the bloodline to manipulate the Ether energy through gestures, language, actions, will and other methods. There is not much difference between spells that rely on magic circuits to cast.

As for whether there is another internal information hidden behind this...then we need to find some experimental samples for comparative analysis."

Li Ang deciphered the application on the wall tiles in minutes The brick wall made a "Cracking Cracking" folding and flipping sound, and the whole wall kept receding to both sides, exposing gaps.

A long street paved with cobblestones appeared in front of Li Ang's eyes.

On this not-so-wide street, pedestrians of all kinds of strange things walk through it. These people wear ridiculous peaked hats or loose and decent robes. The only What can be regarded as common is that they all carry a wooden wand the thickness of chopsticks.

Looking ahead, there are many shops on both sides of the street, including but not limited to Pataki Crucible Store, Ancient Spirit Pavilion Wizard Bank, Madam Morkin Robe Store, Lihen Bookstore...

These shops form the most prosperous commercial street in the magic world of United Kingdom, Diagon Alley.

Li Ang, wearing a windbreaker, walks on the long cobblestone street. The oriental appearance and long windbreaker make him appear a crane in a flock of chickens. Many wizards cast their inquiring eyes.

The total number of wizards with a total number of deaths of not more than 10,000 bows their heads without seeing them. In addition, they have been self-closed for many years. The social circle is narrow and terrifying. Any "routine" here will be It looks abnormal.

Li Ang glanced at the wizards who were staring at him indifferently. Although he did not speak, the will of "what are you looking at?" was clearly conveyed.

Fortunately, the wizards on the street are basically parents who go out shopping with their children. They have calmly shifted their gazes, and there are no idlers who dared to say "look at you" on the spot.

Li Ang flicked his windbreaker, found the sign of Ollivander’s wand shop, and walked in.

The facade of this shop is small and shabby. There is a magic wand on the faded purple cushion of the window. The golden sign on the door has already peeled off, and the characters on it are silently telling the ancient store.

"Ollivander, has been making excellent wands since 382 BC."

Stepping into the door, rows of shelves occupy almost 80% of the store’s area. The shelves are filled with hundreds of antique wooden boxes. It is doubtful whether the store owner has applied a stable structure on it, so that the shelves on the verge of collapse did not let the shelves on the verge of collapse blow down because of a sneeze from a customer. collapse.

Seeing a customer coming to the door, the owner of the shop known as the three Great Demon rod maker in Europe, the old Mr. Ollivander stood up and just said: "Sir, you are here to order ..." was interrupted roughly by Li Ang.

"Yes, buy a magic wand, ordinary style, no luxury, no connotation, no magic ruler to measure my arm length, height, head circumference, waist circumference, hip circumference, no set meal, no membership card , Me myself can buy it, pay and leave. From now on, whoever talks first is bastard, okay?"

Ollivander was dumbfounded, speechless, just lifted his ass After hesitating for a moment, he sat back on the cushion of the chair.

As for the measuring tape engraved with constant incantion in his hand, he fell down dejectedly, obviously annoyed that oneself could not be used.

Li Ang was nodded with satisfaction, walking between the shelves, examining the wands.

Each wand has two components, a core with strong demon power, and a stick wood carefully selected to complement the core.

The stick core can be unicorn hair, veva hair, dragon heart tendon, Phoenix feather feather, and the stick wood can be willow, mahogany, camphor, or holly. There is no mandatory requirement.

It's just how the core of the wand and the wood are integrated to achieve one. This highly difficult technique is the secret of every wand maker's family, and it will not be spread at all.

Li Ang picked up a magic wand casually, without using any incantion, just flowed spiritual power through his arm like a torrent of noise, and rushed towards the magic wand.

The tip of the wand core of the dragon nerve wand and the mahogany heart wand exploded with unimaginable brilliance. The rays of light are so dazzling that this old man's wand shop has been thoroughly photographed. Bright.

The mahogany Heart Demon rod made an overwhelming cracking sound, and cracks were visible in the naked eye.

The anxious Mr. Ollivander stood up suddenly, ignoring the danger that oneself might become bastard, and hurriedly shouted: "Sir, please don’t do this, you are killing it. !"

Li Ang did not stop turning around, scratching his chin with the tip of his magic wand, and said nonchalantly: "Oh? How do you say it?"

Mr. Ollivander swallowed saliva and said with the surging magic of Demon's wand, and said with courage: "Each wand can choose its owner oneself, and only by sincerely approving its owner's wand can it perform its magic perfectly. "

"Huh?"

Li Ang stared, pointed to the wand and said, "Do you think this thing is self-conscious?"

His The imposing manner filled the entire wand shop. Mr. Ollivander dared to swear to the sky that even the black Demon King whose name could not be mentioned could not beat the Dongfang Qing Nian in front of him at the level of power.

But who is Mr. Ollivander? The wand makers handed down from generation to generation, after inheriting a long-standing reputation, have their own restraints, and they can stand up to the pressure of Li Ang, difficult and nodded.

"So, your wizards are really superstitious."

Li Ang spread his hands, sighed and said: "The magic wand is just an organic reaction form achieved by the core of the wand. The carrier, a certain law that appears in the process of its chain reaction.

And this law, under the dual effects of idealism and empiricism, has been forcibly added a mysterious attribute or even beautified Blurring, and self-awareness mention on equal terms.

In my opinion, if you find the rules and make good use of them, your so-called magic wand of self-awareness will be like public toilets and shared bicycles. , Open whatever you want, use whatever you want."

"No."

How calm Li Ang's expression is, how bad his lines are.

Ollivander cherishes wands and understands wands. Every wand made by him is like a child he cultivated.

Because of his anger, he even forgot his fear, loudly shouted: "It's not like this!"

"Hehe, do I have to prove it to you?"

Li Ang jokingly smiled, the architectural form of spiritual power has changed, and it accurately imitates the Ether fluctuations of thousands of wizards.

In an instant, all the wands in the whole house exudes multi-colored splendor. Even the wand in Ollivander’s oneself’s hand, like a bitch, exudes Carina’s Coquettish rays of light, as if yelling: "Little Handsome Brother, come and play~~~"

"Look, just like I said."

Li Ang shrouded In the brilliance of the magic wands, Indifferent said: "These magic wands are really shared bicycles."