I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

After exchanging the fire ore on hand for elf goods, John began to visit the seagulls.

As a guide, Dunbar gained a new understanding of John's wealth.

This guy has so much money that he doesn’t even want Warner currency.

Palu returned to the spacecraft and worked silently.

The life of enslaving one's own people is gone forever, and Palu is the real Palu.

"Where are you from, magician?"

"Asgard."

"That's a great place. Odin, the conqueror god-king, does he really have one eye like the legend?"

"That's true, but he's become very strange recently."

The magician from Asgard said to the blue-skinned man: "I have never seen him doting on his son so much."

"Thor, God of Thunder, I have heard of his prowess."

"No, it's the other one, Loki."

"He built a statue of Loki and rehearsed a very moving play about Loki's heroic death. God, you should see it."

The two people were walking and talking. John listened to the voices fading away. He was silent and said, "Is Loki a little too narcissistic?"

Loki's heroic death?

If John hadn't seen him jump back to Asgard with his own eyes, he would have believed it.

Loki returned to Asgard in the dark elf world with reluctance.

One thing John needs to admit is that Loki is indeed a very high-level magician, although he likes close combat.

Loki's illusions can even deceive the mighty Thor.

It is very difficult to let such a person die.

Even Loki's endless ability to fake death reminded John of Voldemort.

A guy who makes Horcruxes and is afraid of death.

"It seems that Asgard has changed a lot with Loki's return."

Loki wants to be a king, but judging from his hedonistic character, it's more of a perverse temper that irritates his brother.

With Loki's character, he could be a cynical prince, but becoming a king would be insufficient.

John shook his head and put these things down.

You don’t need to think too much about Asgard’s affairs. As a member of the Avengers, Thor will have his own solution.

Among the seagulls, the magician and his servants.

Some magicians use staffs, while others choose a crystal ball or other weapons.

Without exception, it is all to better enable oneself to better communicate with magic, so that magic can undergo different changes.

In essence, these weird props all play the same role as the wizard's wand.

John saw a magician in luxurious purple robes showing off the staff in his hand.

"This is a staff made from the arm of the Flower God Colossus."

The curved spiral wraps a diamond-shaped light-transmitting gem.

An old man with a gray beard, wearing a big magician's hat, a kind of modesty on his face.

But the origin of this staff made the well-informed magician uneasy.

"The Flower God Colossus Clan? That's a rare life."

A magician's eyes shone, "That ethnic group is cruel by nature and has great power. If ordinary magicians encounter it, they will only die."

"This is still secondary. They are extremely rare and were once judged to be extinct. How did you get this?"

Not only him, but other magicians couldn't help but marvel.

The Flower God Colossus clan is already rare, with only a few in the entire universe.

In addition to its fierce fighting power, it also has super self-healing capabilities.

Even if an arm is amputated, it will grow back.

It is a kind of tree man, which is regarded as a symbol of strong wood element.

The old magician stroked his beard and smiled without saying a word.

This staff of his makes him the center of attention.

Even John was attracted.

He looked at the wand with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Because it is a genuine material from the Flower God Colossus clan.

It's just that due to the production process, this staff did not achieve the maximum increase in magic power it should have exerted.

Even so, being able to produce different changes in magic power is very useful.

There are not many intelligent life forms of plants and trees.

In Hogwarts, there is a precious whomping willow.

John once used the 'fallen' branches from above to make amulets. The resulting amulets were more powerful than ordinary amulets and could provide better early warning.

If it was made by the Flower God Colossus clan, John could directly make a standing tree guard.

When made into a staff, it is still a rough staff, which is a bit of a waste of materials.

John felt a little distressed for such good material.

The old magician didn't know that his skills were being disliked, and he was flattered by so many people.

"I found this in a prison," he said.

"The last of the Peanut Colossus clan was imprisoned there. Unfortunately, it was too late when I went there. That's all."

Having said that, the old magician felt a little pity.

If he could get more materials from the Flower God Colossus clan, he could even make more staffs.

The old magician, who only had a staff in mind, spent a lot of money to buy such an arm from those people.

The other magicians felt particularly distressed when they heard this.

They all accused those who were stupid and didn't know magic, and didn't understand the true value of these things at all.

That might be the last Peanut Colossus in the universe.

As long as you stay, there may be an endless supply of materials to use.

For these magicians who study magic, that is simply a fatal temptation.

John also felt it was a pity that he would not arrest the Peanut Colossus clan and imprison them to obtain materials.

The language of the Flora Colossus tribe also plays a role in communication magic.

If you can delve into it, it is also a good method.

Feeling sorry for the cherished Flora Colossus clan material again, John walked to the inside of the seagulls.

Only the magician and his servants can enter here.

For a proud magician, entering here without magic is equivalent to a kind of blasphemy against magic.

They have always believed that only they who communicate magic and trade magic are worthy of being bathed in the light of sacred magic.

Dunbar had snuck in before.

He had seen with his own eyes how his companions were punished for being discovered.

The magician's torture is only 10,000 times crueler than ordinary criminal law.

That's why he almost pissed himself after learning that John was a wizard.

He is afraid of death, but in his heart he longs for magicians who can easily decide the life or death of his companions.

It's a pity that the knowledge of magic relies purely on talent.

This is not something that means you can succeed if you work hard.

Dunbar tries hard to please John and wants to become a magic apprentice.

John was unmoved because Dunbar was not a wizard.

He might be able to learn magic, like Karma Taj.

But there was no way he could learn the wizard's magic.

Therefore, Dunbar's efforts are destined to be wasted.

John saw three or three magicians gathered together in a group of seagulls to discuss.

There are also more luxurious teams, wearing uniform magic robes to communicate.

They belong to the local magic academy in Vanahem.

This is an academy for magicians only.

Welcome all magicians who delve into magic.

There was only one person left out.

When John saw the somewhat lonely magician outside the Magic Academy, he was greatly surprised.

There are no servants, there are no complicated and gorgeous patterns on the magic robe, and the whole person even has a feeling of desolation.

It was out of place among the seagulls.

Anyone who can come here, even John, has a Dunbar who claims to be a servant.

The remaining magicians carry anywhere from two to ten servants.

There was only the magician in front of him. Not only was there no one around him, but there were also some harsh voices discussing it, which seemed to be deliberately told to him.

"Is it him?"

"That's him, that piece of shit."

"A person without potential should not be in the academy."

Those vicious and unpleasant words are reaching the men's ears.

The man's expression just darkened.

His sad beard and his head lowered due to ridicule and sarcasm all seemed to tell him that he was a man with low self-esteem and no arrogance and confidence as a magician.

John was curious as to why, as a magician, he was ostracized in such a magical environment.

So John blended into the crowd.

With his gorgeous robes and the magnanimity of the superior, he successfully obtained the information.

Because of talent.

Magicians like to call people with talents pyroxene, while conversely, people without talents are useless stones.

Everyone who enters the academy is proud to leave their own magic behind the seagulls.

They studied magic and analyzed the magic of their predecessors.

And Tops is a mediocre person. He didn't use the talents that a magician should have.

His research is ridiculous.

A kind of magic that can rebound or even eliminate or avoid magic.

Years of research, but no progress.

The low magic power makes people doubt whether he is a magician.

I don’t know when the name Waste Stone Tops spread from the academy.

In fact, the magician was pranked and locked out of the academy.

Only the key to the academy can help him re-enter.

But no one was willing to help Waste Stone.

"This is a surprising research direction." When John looked at the man named Waste Stone, his eyes changed.

Even when he lowered his head to his chest in the face of ridicule, Topps was eager to return to the academy and continue his research.

John saw it.

I saw it all from his eyes.

Amid the magician's ridicule, Topps didn't know how to go back.

John ignored those cheeky smiles and walked in front of Tops.

His shadow fell on Topps.

The haggard man raised his head in discomfort.

The shadow made John's face somewhat unclear.

Topps believes that this is a man who knows his own deeds and laughs at himself.

He never gave up magic, just as he firmly believed that magic was useless, he wanted to give back to magic.

"Hello."

Unexpectedly, the young man in the gorgeous robe that was incompatible with him did not laugh, but smiled.

"My name is John."

John looked at Topps, "From Hogwarts."

At that moment, Topps seemed to think that he had returned to the past.

He saw a trace of fluctuation in John's body.

Just like before, the joy of magic coming to me came to my mind.

Tops was a little at a loss, "My name is Tops."

The Witch King and the Waste Stone.

Very interesting combination.

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