Shadow of the Beautiful World

Stephen Strange's trip to Europe has not been very smooth. watermark ad test watermark ad test

He didn't come to Romania just to travel. As the seventh person in the battle for the Supreme Mage, his magic training has entered the second stage, and his mentor gave him a powerful crystal wand.

The wand of Vatum, or the scepter of Vatum, is the beloved object of the former supreme mage, His Excellency Vatum, and has various magical powers.

This thing will be an important weapon for him to participate in future battles.

But it's only half.

It is said that the other half of the wonder was stolen by a dark wizard.

Strange has to rely on himself to take back the other half of Vatum's scepter from the dark wizard. This is his task to prove his ability.

But the wild mage seriously doubts the authenticity of this mission.

Although he was just entering the magic world and knew little about many things, he also understood some rules of the magic world during the period of time when he was studying in the mysterious house.

Since it was once the property of the supreme mage, the Vatum scepter must have been kept in the Kama Taj Holy Land, or one of the three holiest places in the world.

A random dark wizard can steal half of the wonders from that kind of place?

This is simply a fantasy!

Even if Strange's IQ is higher than his feet, he will not believe this story.

Moreover, it is very suspicious that the so-called accidental theft of the strange object was probably arranged in advance, and it is possible that Merlin himself threw the other half of the wand to a lucky dark wizard.

Then dispatches his poor apprentice to retrieve the wand.

Based on Strange's current understanding of the Lord of Hell, that is, his unpredictable mentor, this slightly absurd guess is very likely to be true.

But it's no use figuring it out.

The dark wizard who got the wand would definitely not be able to hand over the treasure in his hand so easily. Strange had to go through some fighting to get back the strange thing.

This is a trial, either fight bravely or die.

On the second day after Strange stepped into the city of Bucharest, on his way to visit a wizard's bar following the information he found, he encountered this expected ambush.

He had already prepared for it, so it didn't take much effort to deal with it.

swish

The wild mage flew quickly across the ambush area, clinging to the wall of the gloomy path.

A spell full of magic hit the wall behind him, like a buried bomb being detonated, light and shadow interlaced, the sound of the explosion reverberated, and there was a sound similar to the explosion of liquid.

In the blink of an eye, this historic alley was destroyed to a dismal state.

whoosh

In the magic version of Hail of Bullets, Strange nimbly dodged those magical shots, and while he was quickly approaching the hiding place of those dark wizards, he waved a few bundles of things to the ground.

The wand in his hand was raised the next moment, and before those gadgets fell to the ground, a flash of fire shot out from the top of the crystal wand.

Fierce Fire Curse!

The burning flame rushed towards the darkness in front of him like a snake, forcing the hiding dark wizards out, but Strange did not lock the enemy, but turned his wand backwards.

Burning flames covered the ground behind him, and the few things that were thrown on the ground were roasted by the flames, like lighting a fuse.

In the next second, a dazzling light exploded in the dark alley, like a sun suddenly shining in the dark night.

boom

A terrifying explosion sounded in the dark alley.

Those aliens and wizards who couldn't dodge in time were involved, and several tyrannical ghouls hiding in the darkness were killed on the spot.

Seeing that the entire alley was blown open a third of the gap, the wild mage floating in the higher night sky nodded in satisfaction.

The power of c4 is not bad, you should bring more next time.

Rubbing his chin, he looked at the messy alley below. Before the ambush, those wizards must have set up many magic traps here, waiting for Strange to step into it.

But how could the wild mage who was taught by Merlin do what they wanted?

Why fight on a battlefield arranged by the enemy?

If you want to win, you must first turn the battlefield to your advantage.

The standard bomb was quite powerful. While destroying the structure of the alley, it also cleared away those magic traps. Of course, Strange didn't expect a large-scale explosion to hurt those cunning dark wizards.

In the flames and smoke of the explosion, Strange, who was suspended in the air, clasped his fingers, and between several rotations, the orange rune was wrapped around his wrist.

Between the flashes of magic power, a whistling wind was summoned by him.

The wild mage pushed with both hands, and the wind quickly blew across the area under his feet.

This magic is the secret spell he learned from Kama Taj's secret scroll, the wind of Vatum, and you can tell from the name that it is also the spell invented by the former supreme mage.

Its effect is very simple, which is to clear the battlefield and cover the reconnaissance.

In places where the wind flows, places covered by the night can't stop Strange's perception, as if a real-time radar spreads in the wild mage's mind, exposing one enemy hiding place after another to his heart.

swish

Strange's figure disappeared into the air, and while the light of the Displacement Curse twisted, he quietly appeared behind a wounded werewolf. Green light shot out from the top of the wand and quietly sank into the back of the werewolf.

Before the body fell down, the figure of the wild mage disappeared again.

A dark wizard hiding on the roof vigilantly sensed his surroundings. He had a shining armor spell on his body.

He sensed the wave of the Displacement spell coming from behind him, and he turned around, pointing the wand in his hand at Strange who came out of the light.

But the latter did not dodge or evade, holding a gleaming battle ax in his hand.

The hazy moonlight shone on the roof, and a smear of blood surged up. Before the black wizard finished reciting the spell, the double-edged battle ax mixed with the magic-breaking holy silver smashed on his head.

The ax was fast and ruthless, and it split the black wizard's head in half.

Strange grinned, grabbed his tomahawk and rushed into the sky. The two assassinations had already attracted the attention of others, and there were many black shadows flapping their wings in the darkness.

Well, the vampires who were in ambush were also dispatched.

Fly higher!

Strange put away his battle axe, and said something to the swinging red cloak behind him.

This thing was a gift he got when he visited the New York sanctuary before leaving New York.

The supreme mage who had never seen his face was very generous to Strange, and the mage king who was the manager of the New York Sanctuary at the time did not stop Strange from taking this strange object.

This magical floating cloak is also a strange item made by a former supreme mage. It allows the user to fly freely in the sky regardless of gravity, and it can also protect the owner and fight back against the assassin.

It has its own consciousness and will choose its own holder.

Since Strange can get it, it means that the magic floating cloak has chosen him.

There are not many such strange things in Karma Taj, and even an auxiliary item can't change the strength gap of the contestants.

The magic floating cloak understood Strange's words, and it patted the wild mage's cheek with its corner, expressing intimacy in this way, the next moment, Strange's flying speed suddenly accelerated.

As if entering a supersonic state, the cloak took him all the way to the sky, leaving the limit range of the magic of those dark wizards.

Behind him, the vampires were hot on their heels.

Wild Mage glanced back, the handsome ex-doctor grinned, and he took out something from his pocket, a silver, spherical object with a purple light floating in the center.

This is a gadget made by the Mechanicus.

Strange took a lot of these with him when he left New York.

Who doesn't know that there are vampires in Romania, and Strange has already made a plan to deal with vampires.

whoosh

The thing was thrown behind him, and the moment he left his hand, the light shining in the silver grenade became faster in vain, and a few seconds later, a mass of purple light exploded in the air.

Just like the sun shining on the dark night sky, ultraviolet rays hundreds of times higher than the normal level pierced out like lightsabers, and the vampires who were caught off guard let out terrifying screams.

In just an instant, these guys were severely burned, smoking all over their bodies, and fell to the ground in a spin. The most unlucky ones were directly burned to ashes by the burst of ultraviolet rays.

However, vampires have amazing self-healing powers, and they will recover soon.

But less than a second after the ultraviolet grenade exploded, Strange, who had already charged into the sky, made a circle and rushed down again.

His hair fluttered in the air, and he clutched the tomahawk mixed with holy silver.

Under the horrified gazes of the falling vampires, this mage, who looked more like a warrior, swung his ax and kept raising and lowering the knife in the air.

With precise movements and experience as a doctor, Strange knows how to use sharp weapons to cause maximum damage to the enemy.

In just ten seconds, those vampires who were chasing were turned into burning ashes, howling in the fatal wounds of being cut off by Holy Silver.

Don't look at me as a beginner, but I have also received complete combat training as a demon hunter... I am not boasting, I am much more comfortable with an ax than with a wand.

Strange beheaded the last of the vampires, whistling, and said to the frightened head in his hand:

This is how our wild mages fight.

After finishing the vampire, Strange will fall back to the ground to kill those dark wizards who are hiding.

The attacker this time was of mediocre strength, and should have been thrown out as cannon fodder to test Strange's strength. The dark wizard who stole the other half of Vatum's wand should not have shown up yet.

Maybe it's time to keep alive.

Strange's hands are wrapped with a halo of runes, and the power of the group attack secret technique Sabot's Thunder is ready to go.

As long as the wild mage falls to the ground, the tumbling liquid thunder will deal a fatal blow to the last few guys who haven't escaped yet.

But at the moment when he was about to fall to the ground, the magic floating cloak behind Strange seemed to have sensed some kind of crisis, and changed direction at the moment of falling, like a vector propeller, with a surprised Strange into the sky again.

In the next second, a white beam of light appeared in Strange's field of vision.

The beam of light shot straight into the night sky, like a raised sword, and amidst the sound of the sword, it suddenly fell towards the dark alley where the dark wizards were hiding.

boom

It was like a nuclear bomb exploded in this small area, the flying light made Strange couldn't help covering his eyes, he could feel the stinging pain in both eyes.

The blow just now was definitely not something he could resist now.

And the beam of light came and went quickly, and after a few seconds, the night reigned over the land again, and everything became quiet.

The wild mage looked down, and the abandoned alley, together with the surrounding half of the deserted block, were all crushed to pieces under that blow, just like a demolition site.

Wild mages no longer need to worry about the problems caused by dark wizards who hide their heads and show their tails.

The masters of those problems have been solved.

Driven by the magic floating cloak, Strange slowly fell to the ground. Holding the crystal skull wand in his left hand and the ax in his right hand, he looked vigilantly at the lady standing on the edge of the ruins.

She has blond hair, green eyes, wearing a black lady's suit, with her right hand in her pocket and a blue-red one-handed sword in her left.

The most striking thing is that at the top of her hair, there is a bunch of dull hairs swaying in the wind.

I have dealt with all the dark wizards who played with sorcery.

The girl in the suit looked at the vigilant Strange, and the sharp sword in her hand turned into light spots and dissipated. Amidst the fluttering light feathers, she said in a calm voice:

You are safe, Wild Mage.

Then who are you?

Strange didn't relax his vigilance because of the girl's words, he asked:

I don't remember having a friend as amazing as you...

We are not friends, you can rest assured about that.

The girl in the suit snapped her fingers, and a moment later, a black classic car drove up from the distant night and stopped behind the girl in the suit.

She opened the car door, made a please gesture to Strange, and said:

But my master has some relationship with you. She wants to talk to you before the battle for the supreme mage begins. Don't worry, this meeting will not offend your mentor.

Seeing that Strange still hesitated, the girl in the suit tried to persuade him again:

When facing a strong enemy, the only way to win is for the weak to unite. I think Your Excellency Merlin should have taught you this truth.

Did you just say 'Master'?

Strange blinked, looked at the girl in the suit in front of him, and saw the abnormal magic line on her body, the wild mage suddenly realized, he said:

You are a Heroic Spirit... Ah, I see, Ms. Hermione is inviting me, another contestant.

Wild Mage glanced back at the ruined abandoned neighborhood, he thought for a moment, then put away his wand and tomahawk, and got into the classic car.

Ten minutes later, the car parked in a mountain manor outside Bucharest.

Strange opened the car door, and saw the deputy minister of the British Ministry of Magic, Merlin's sister, Ms. Hermione, waiting at the door.

She was wearing a lady's suit like the heroic girl, but strangely, she also had a mechanical long sword pinned to her waist, which looked like a legendary magic swordsman.

Welcome, Mr. Stephen Strange.

Hermione held out her hand to Strange in the cold yet gentle tone unique to the British.

She looked into Strange's eyes, and she said:

You are brother's disciple, and you are the seventh person in the competition, so I won't waste our precious time.

The battle for the supreme mage is about to begin, I want to form an alliance with you, if you agree...

Then we can discuss the details later.