"Hurry up! Strange, don't grind! ”

The sky shone brightly, and a loud voice rang out in Kama Taj.

"Lao Wang, pour a glass of lemonade for this grandmother, who is weaker than your eighty years old and not at all like a mage's sissy."

Luke, Thor, and Rocket Raccoon, as well as the mage Wang, who is in charge of making the breakfast finger cakes, sit on the wooden balcony that occupies the high ground.

Below was a winding mountain path, and Strange wore the stiff armor that ran with a "thump" sound.

The chest is like a bellows that is pulled, making a "whoop" gasp sound.

When he finally reached his destination, his legs were already weak, his feet were unsteady, and he almost rolled down.

"Water! Give me...... Take a sip! ”

Strange lifted his visor, his throat burning like fire.

Lao Wang thoughtfully poured a glass of lemonade and handed over a freshly made finger cake by the way.

"Master Strange, your body is a little weak, and you're too tired after only five kilometers of running."

Thor picked his teeth and said something cool.

Even when he came to another universe, his daily life did not change much.

Kama Taj has good WiFi speeds, so I had no problem playing games online.

"I'm a mage, not a berserker......"

Strange retorted.

He thought that the training that Luke had imposed on himself was of no use at all.

Kama Taj's mage does practice physical skills to improve his ability to fight in close quarters.

But in the final analysis, spells and magic are the most basic and important links.

Doing 100 push-ups, squats, and high-intensity physical training a day, what's going on?

"Looks like it's time for me to teach you a lesson, Master Strange."

Luke wiped his mouth clean and said softly, "Throw all your attack spells at me." ”

What the?

Strange was stunned, wondering if he had misheard.

It was the first time he had seen someone make such a request, what was the difference between that and suicide?

"Are you sure?"

Strange asked hesitantly.

Even a high-level mage, without any protection, if he eats a few attack spells, he will be half-crippled if he doesn't die.

"Abandon the doubts in your heart, don't be like a sissy, don't you even have the courage to cast spells? Or are you a coward at heart? ”

Luke continued to stimulate the other party's emotions and chuckled, "Strange, with all due respect, your understanding of 'melee mage' is too one-sided and shallow, and you don't know anything about true power. ”

"Heh, is that so? In the name of Hoggs, Oshutu, and Agamodha, call on the divine light of Emperor Weishan and condense the holy sword! ”

Strange pursed his lips and said no more.

Sparks of magic erupted and quickly turned into a long sword that was held in his hand.

"King, you have to bear witness to me, and this is all his own request!"

Strange slashed his head with the divine sword in his hand.

Despite the fact that he was wearing heavy armor and had difficulty in his movements, he was not slow to attack.

The crimson sword sliced through the air and landed on Luke's shoulder.

Click!

Like fragile porcelain, crashing into hard steel.

Shattered and cracked apart in an instant.

"This ...... Setolak's Crimson Chains! ”

Strange doesn't believe in evil and casts another spell.

Tough chains that glowed crimson bound Luke firmly as he stood, then contracted tightly.

"Are you tickling someone, Strange?"

Luke just struggled with his arms as he snapped the crimson chains that strapped to his body and turned into crumbles.

Strange was already stunned, he didn't feel the slightest hint of magic.

In other words, Superman, with his extraordinary physique, was able to resist layers of attacks.

"It can't ......"

Strange was a little incredulous, wasn't the power of magic enough to shake the flesh and blood of humans?

"I understand your feelings, but that's the way it is, it's important to hone your will, learn spells, and accumulate magical power."

Luke taught earnestly.

"However, it is also important to keep fit and exercise."

"If you want to become a high-level mage, you must have extraordinary strength, otherwise how can you afford the price of casting spells?"

Strange was quite touched, and after pondering for a moment, he nodded, "I understand!" I'm going for a run! ”

Knock knock! Knock knock!

Heavy footsteps sounded again.

Strange, who was tired and half dead, only felt full of strength.

Facing the rising sun, start running.

"What are you talking about...... It's all true? ”

Looking at the back of the disappearing mountain road, Thor asked curiously.

"I'm just talking about my own experience, whether it works or not, Strange needs to practice it himself."

Luke pursed his lips and replied vaguely.

……

……

New York City, Downtown.

Dressed in a yellow robe, Casillas walked into a gloomy alley.

He had no retinue with him, and he was alone.

Deep in the alley, there is a wall.

The hand with the hanging ring swiped slowly, and magical sparks leaped out to form a circle.

Casillas walked in with a blank face, and the lively atmosphere came to his face.

The smell of alcohol, mixed with perfume and a certain eccentric scent, was a little suffocating.

It's a bar.

Inside, it looks like it's Halloween, and there are all kinds of strangely dressed guests.

Some are court costumes from the Middle Ages, and they sit in the corners in long dresses with bright colors and intricate patterns.

Some resemble the natives of the rainforest, wearing a collar made of animal teeth and painted on their faces.

There are both gentlemen in suits and leather shoes, as well as monks in vintage robes.

This is the "no door bar".

As the name suggests, it has no entrance gates.

So, those guests who are able to sit at the table to drink and chat.

They are not ordinary people, but mages from all over the world.

"A cup of tequila, a business."

Casillas walked up to the bar as if no one was around, ignoring the mixed glances that were either stunned or wary.

He is one of the most influential people of recent times, a defector from Kama Taj and a fallen mage who has taken refuge in Dormammu.

Of course, the most shocking thing was the news that he had plotted against the Supreme Mage and injured him.

This completely caused a sensation in the wizarding world, from the demons of hell to the Holy Spirit of heaven.

The Supreme Mage Battle that came ahead of schedule touched the nerves of all those in the know.

Anyway, the name Casillas, has spread.

He represents endless trouble, as the Sanctuary mages have launched a siege and hunt for them.

He also represents a great power, because everyone knows that behind this person stands a dimensional demon god.

"I'm sorry, I'm not in this business."

The bartender was an old man in a top hat, waistcoat, and white shirt.

"I'll invite you with this glass of tequila, and leave as soon as you're done."

Casillas was not surprised, he took a sip of the liquor he had brought and said softly, "Monak, you are the famous 'Prince of Magic', and you are also afraid of the Three Sanctuary?" ”

The old man named "Monarque" was once a powerful mage who was active during World War II and fought against the evil wizards of the Axis powers.

Later, he opened a bar and entered the life of retirement.

"Heh, don't use that trick."

Monac sneered and wiped down the bar.

"Of course I am afraid of the Three Sanctuary, the symbols of absolute order, the precepts that cannot be violated."

"Even that old fellow Mephisto is afraid of the Supreme Mage, and even the Demon God hidden in the dimension has been banished."

"Well, why can't I, a bad old man, be afraid?"

Casillas was silent for a moment, then took out a dozen gold coins from his bosom and threw them at the bar.

The crisp sound of clanging is quite pleasant.

"Ha, that's generous! With the new master, the shots have become generous. ”

Monac recognized it at a glance as an Aztec cursed gold coin.

It is said that the spirits of the undead attached to them will be cursed if they break their oaths.

There was once a gang of pirates who plundered merchant ships and got a crate of these gold coins.

Thus they become immortal, in the torment of eternal hunger and thirst, and never satisfied.

For mages, this is a valuable collectible, as well as a medium for spellcasting.

"Again, I don't do this business."

Monak only glanced twice, then withdrew his gaze.

"I know what you're asking, Casillas."

"A defector from Kama Taj who wants to compete in the Supreme Mage Battle."

"Heh, aren't you afraid of being killed on the spot?"

Casillas's expression remained unchanged, he leaned forward, and said in a low voice: "Monak, there is a page of the spell of the Dark Book in my arms, if you insist on not doing business, then I will take it out and put it on the bar." ”

"You should know very well how attractive Sithorne's dark spell is to the people of this bar."

"If they get into a fight, you're probably going to have to renovate your bar."

Monak's face was cloudy, and after a moment, he glared at Casillas fiercely and said, "You won, damn bastard!" ”

"Add four more gold coins, and I'll give you a list of candidates who are interested in participating in the Supreme Mage Battle!"

Casillas nodded slightly and said softly, "Deal." ”

A few minutes later, he came out of the wall of the dark alley again, with a list in ciphertext in his hand.

"Mordo, Doctor Voodoo, Mycco, Loki...... Stephen Strange? ”

Casillas sneered, this guy at the end of the line, is he sure he's not here to be funny?

A low-level rookie who has only been in Kama Taj for two years also wants to win the position of Supreme Mage?

"It's really unbelievable."

Casillas flicked his hand, and the list ignited and burned to ashes.

In his opinion, only a very small number of people can pose a threat to himself.

Like, old friend Mordo!

"I hope you don't run into me, or ......"

Casillas chuckled meaninglessly, put on his hood, and walked out of the dark alley.