Today is an important day.

Least for Stephen. Lord Strange, that's important.

The former neurosurgeon in New York had a bizarre disaster a few months earlier, and then turned on a second option in his life by mistake.

He made a "job change".

From a talented and proud excellent doctor, he has become a wild mage.

It sounds like a very unpromising profession, and it doesn't sound any different from the god-dancing mediums on the streets of New York.

Strange's previous life plan definitely did not contain such an absurd choice.

But fate is like this, it has become accustomed to being a wanton tyrant, and it will never be kind enough to ask your own opinion until your life is changed.

Strange, guided by the Raven Maharaja, made a very difficult choice.

"Whew..."

In the basement of the Mystery House, the room 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 a lot of suspended rocks on the surface of the sea, and there is no gravity at all, which looks extremely fantastical and unscientific.

But very magical.

Dressed in a blue robe, Gen Strange sat cross-legged on one of the stones, sitting cross-legged as if he were practicing yoga, holding the seal in both hands and placing it on his knees.

With his eyes closed, he breathed rhythmically, and the invisible magic followed the rhythm of his breathing, being absorbed from the outside world into the mage's body, integrating a trace of magic into his body, and the rest returned to the outside world with his breath.

It's like some kind of peculiar cycle has formed.

Meditation, the most basic magic lesson, every mage will, this is the most common, way to accumulate magic in the body.

The effect is poor, but it is better in the long run.

Moreover, the clarifying thinking brought by meditation is also a very much needed thinking environment for spellcasters, and many complex mana models often need to be completely analyzed in this state of no distractions.

Strange has adapted to this rhythm, and each meditation is as if he had once stood at the operating table, preparing for a delicate operation.

"Buzz"

The magic of calm vibrated at this moment, like a small stone thrown into a pool, and the waves woke the mage from his meditation.

He looked up a little dazedly, and saw that the Raven Lord was suspended in the air in front of him, looking at him with a scrutinizing gaze, still the same annoying feeling as before.

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

"I've heard you've been doing well lately."

Merlin put his hands behind his back and looked at Strange who stood up from the stone in front of him, the latter's figure had not changed much, but in the long study, he had a touch of the silence that a spellcaster should have.

It's like a man who rolls in the red dust and suddenly becomes an ascetic.

Merlin Says:

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

"Are you tired of this closed penance?"

"Pretty much."

Strange moved his wrist.

This is a habit he has recently developed, and in a previous car accident, he suffered a severe injury to his arm, which is already an incurable injury from the perspective of modern medicine.

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

In the face of Merlin's inquiry, Master Strange did not hide it, and replied so generously:

"Life in the Mystery House is good, Ms. Xuanlan takes good care of me, she is also a very good teacher, theoretically I shouldn't be disgusted here."

"But, theory is one thing, reality is another."

Looking out at the simulated ocean in the basement, he said:

"It's only been two months since I've been outside, but I've lived here for ten times as long, and I've been away from modern society for so long that I'm afraid that if I stay a little longer, I'll be completely out of touch with the world."

"That's how spellcasters live."

Merlin said softly:

"When we embarked on the path of magic, we were already out of step with the world, Strange, I can understand the unexplained panic that is surging in your heart, people are social creatures after all."

"But you should be very good at the situation you are facing now, and only by enduring loneliness can you win more life in that battle... Maybe you don't like this kind of persecution, but as an adult..."

"I know, I understand."

Strange interrupted Merlin's persuasion, and he grinned at the Raven Lord.

In the midst of the surge of mana, an orange-yellow light danced on his wrist, forming a runic magic seal around his arm, and he said:

"I'm not giving up, Lord Merlin, I still cherish my little life."

"I just don't think there's much point in continuing to study like this, in your words, I feel like I've reached a bottleneck, and I might need to do something different."

"Or rather, it's time to move on to the next stage."

"You can't 'think' that kind of thing, Strange."

Merlin's blue eyes stared at Strange.

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

The person who can be valued by the ancient master really has a magical place, Strange's talent for spell casting is extremely amazing, and it is also a rare rich magic physique.

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

Although it is still weak in Merlin's opinion, this progress is indeed amazing.

"Let's take a test."

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

"If you pass the high-level caster test, we move on to the next stage, and I don't restrict your movements anymore, but if you can't pass..."

"I'm going to stay here honestly and continue to learn."

Strange held up two fingers and made an oath.

He took a black wand from his belt and slid it through the air, accompanied by the starry light that shone at the tip of the wand, and said:

"Although I already know that magic is magical and powerful, I feel like a child who has just been given a new toy... You know what I mean, right? ”

"Whether toys are interesting or not, you have to play with your own hands to know."

Merlin smiled as well, and he made a "please" gesture to Strange, saying:

"There are 20 lower demons waiting for you over the door."

"Go kill them, or get them killed, and if you get through, I've got a 'new toy' for you."

As he spoke, Raven Lord waved his finger and tossed a beautiful wand made of crystal, with a demonic skull embedded in the top, up and down in his hand.

Strange is not a fool who doesn't understand anything anymore.

He could clearly see that the wind of magic that the crystal wand brought with it when it beat was several times stronger than the wand he had bought from Diagon Alley.

"Vatum's wand, a magical artifact left behind by the former Supreme Mage Vatum, is kindly provided by the current Supreme Mage, Master Ancient One."

"I should have given it to you a long time ago, but you can understand that I can't throw a rifle full of bullets to a child who can't control himself, and if you can come back alive, it means that you have the qualifications and ability to use it."

Merlin put away Vatum's wand, and he looked into Strange's eyes.

He said:

"This wand has been separated in the past due to some accident, and the other half has fallen into the hands of a dark wizard who, as far as I know, is now hiding somewhere in Europe."

"That's the next stage you want, snatching back the remaining half of the wand and reaping the first real loot in the mage's life."

"Leave my prize there."

Strange stepped into the portal to the border of hell, and said confidently:

"I'll be back soon."

"Huh"

Before the vertigo of walking through the portal had dissipated, a heavy, pungent smell of sulfur rushed into Strange's nostrils, and before his eyes appeared a rusty red earth.

At the end of the line of sight, there was a miserable white ball of light hanging in the sky like the sun.

In the hazy sky, those heavy clouds were full of jumping lightning, and from time to time, heavenly fire fell from the sky and blasted into this barren world.

Strange recited a spell, intending to cast an Iron Armor Charm on himself.

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

Wielding rusty weapons and making all sorts of strange noises, they try to scare the human into the borders of hell.

Just now, the queen of the border, Liana, had already promised.

As long as they can kill this human, they can get many, many benefits.

The corrosive green liquid was sprayed at Strange by a demon, who immediately interrupted the release of the Iron Armor Charm, but instead of dissipating the wand's magic, it injected it into another sketched mana model in a dangerous way.

Transfiguration!

"Whoosh"

Strange's figure appeared behind the 20 lower demons, and he didn't shield himself anymore, and threw several Drill Heart Charms with a wave of his wand.

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

The moment the fastest demons curled up in pain erupting from their bodies, the wild mage seized the opportunity.

He held his wand in both hands, and in the superimposed release of a huge amount of magical power, a tumbling lightning bolt like an orange light converged from the tip of the wand.

The electricity hit the ground, splashing dirt everywhere.

Like a foraging snake, it slammed into the body of the first demon in a single bounce.

The lightning struck its skin open, severing its arms with swift motion, and paralyzing it in place.

In a halo like a bomb explosion, the liquid light jumped away again, smashing into the second demon, then the third, then the fourth.

It's still a swarm attack of magic.

And I don't know if it's because of the nomage's fighting style, but after the first wave of lightning repelled the demons' horde attacks, Strange grabbed a rusty bone axe from the ground.

In the Transfiguration Charm, appear next to the paralyzed demons.

In the middle of the sword, the head of the paralyzed four-headed demon was simply cut off.

Strange, who was holding a blood-stained bone axe, waved his wand in his other hand, and he shrugged as he looked at the remaining 16 lower demons in front of him.

Well, sure enough, as he had thought about it in his mind countless times.

Towards magic, towards legend, towards bizarre.

Fighting, it's not difficult at all.

And it's interesting to unleash new powers.

It's like a new toy in a little boy's hand, not only does it look great, but it's also very fun.

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In the hall of the Mystery House, Merlin looked at the projection floating in front of him.

After seeing Strange grab the bone axe, flash to the demon's side with a shapeshifting charm, and cut off several heads with the axe, the Raven Lord nodded in satisfaction.

"He really wasn't bound by the caster's fighting style, he knew how to use all the means at his disposal, and his axe-wielding movements were quite standard, and it seemed that he had also practiced the skills of cutting heads."

"I said why he went to the gym for a few hours every day after meditating."

By Merlin's side, Xuanlan didn't like this slightly barbaric way of fighting.

She whispered:

"This way of fighting will be laughed at by peers."

"That's how I fight, and I haven't seen anyone laugh at me."

Merlin disagreed, looking at the scene of Strange with a tomahawk and wand fighting with the rest of the demons, and said:

"As long as you can kill the enemy, it's a good way, how can you pay so much attention."

Worthy of being a wild mage in the same vein, Xuanlan shrugged her shoulders, and she did not comment on this.

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

"Speaking of which, I haven't seen the magic that Strange used just now, did you teach it?"

"No, I didn't teach it, he probably learned it from the Kama Taj Secret Scrolls that no one but him could read."

Merlin opened the Book of the Visant, which contained all the white magic in the world, and after a few seconds, he found the magic that Strange had just used, and he read:

"Bosat Thunderbolt, derived from the ancient secret art of Kama Taj."

"It is characterized by its fast release speed and great power, which has additional damage to infernal creatures."

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

Merlin whispered:

"Strange has a talent for reading the Secret Scrolls, which means that he is destined to learn a lot of special magic that has been lost in this era, and this is his advantage over other candidates."

"Buzz"

While Merlin was watching Strange's spell casting test, a message from Kama Taj appeared on the pages of the Book of the Emperor Vishan.

This is a message from the Ancient One.

The Raven Lord glanced at it, and his brow immediately furrowed.

"New contestants? Loki? ”

"Is this what she said last time as a 'rule change'?"

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