Kamar-Taj, on the martial arts training ground, there are many mages training here as always.
However, there are far fewer people practicing Kamar-Taj classic magic such as portals and magic weapons. Most of the mages practice some strange spells that are completely inconsistent with Kamar-Taj's heritage.
Such as the wind blade, such as the fire dragon, such as the stone spear, such as the golden armor...
The brilliant light shines on every mage's face, and also reveals the fire and excitement in their eyes.
Different from Kamar-Taj inherited magic, you can save magic power by using less magic, and use more powerful melee combat ability combined with an occasional magic as the main fighting method.
Nowadays, these spells that can be used at will give mages a sense that magicians should use rich and powerful spells to solve problems.
Although the mages still have the magic loan contract with Agamotto, they use the inherited magic of Kamar-Taj less and less. There are more and more mages who use the elemental abilities obtained from Nine Heavens, and then combine the knowledge contained in the inherited magic of Kamar-Taj to transform spells.
Not to mention that there is also a collection of spells that Ancient One obtained from who knows where, which are almost the same as the spells sold at auctions, for mages to learn.
This has created an embarrassing situation. Although Agamotto is still nominally a force here, there are fewer and fewer mages who still believe in him wholeheartedly.
Li Ge has unknowingly begun to replace Agamotto's position here.
This is not because the mages' faith in Agamotto is too weak, but that what Li Ge gave them is more in line with their wishes.
After all, the power given by one is a loan that needs to be repaid, while the power given by the other belongs entirely to them, and all they need to pay is wisdom that they may not even think is of much use to themselves.
What's more, Li Ge also gave them a Path to Godhood that, although not really perfected yet, had already given them a lot of things, rather than the kind of ending where they only had power but would still die helplessly like ordinary people.
Among all the mages who practice magic, there is one figure that stands out in particular, and that is Strange, who has not yet become a master.
Although the spells used by other mages are gorgeous, it can be seen that they only have two or three elements at most.
But Strange is different. He uses fire method for a while, water method for a while, and then earth method, wood method, metal method, wind method, and thunder method.
The specially weakened energy output spells about the seven elements bloomed one by one as Strange's hands danced.
Even the elements of light and darkness are looming on his body, swimming between his skin and muscles, surging on his Soul Stone, making his body tougher and his Soul Stone more solid.
The mages next to him just felt a sense of oppression silently appearing on Strange's body, and they unconsciously moved away from him, looking at him with something inexplicable in their eyes.
It was wonder, envy, helplessness, jealousy...
He is indeed the most outstanding successor of Sorcerer Supreme in the original timeline, Ancient One said, and his talent is indeed powerful.
He has obtained the power of the nine elements one by one. The many hardships in the trial did not crush his arrogant heart, but instead tempered his will to become stronger and stronger.
I don't know what strength kept him going?
Maybe it's the high demands on himself, maybe it's the confidence that he can control all the power, maybe it's the pursuit of Li Ge's level, in short, he is one of the few people who can control nine elements at the same time.
Ancient One is no longer in Kamar-Taj. She is now busy sealing previously marked demons, evil gods, and alien space creatures as a source of energy for Kamar-Taj to condense Crystal Core.
She is very open-minded about the changes in the mages in Kamar-Taj.
Although she respects Agamotto, she has no reason to stop the mages from pursuing a better future.
Kaecilius did not practice spells, or in other words, he did not need to practice spells.
He hid in a corner where no one would notice, looking at the mages who were practicing their spells with great interest with an inexplicable look. Especially on Strange, he couldn't help but take a second look.
Then, some uncomfortable emotions brewed in his eyes, such as jealousy, desire, disdain, and murderous intent. The cold and biting malice almost condensed into substance and wanted to penetrate directly into the flesh and blood of Strange and Soul Stone.
Kaecilius's face was hidden in the shadows, and no one could see it. His eyes were surrounded by thick and ominous darkness, giving him an unconventional smoky look. His eyes were cloudy and lifeless, his lips were purple, and his face was dry. Only a thin layer of skin stuck tightly to the protruding cheekbones. A rune representing evil and blasphemy was imprinted on his forehead in a dark and gloomy color.
There is always a faint black mist lingering around his body. In the flickering of the runes on his forehead, and under the seals hidden under the robes, wisps of undetectable dark energy spread towards the training ground, and then silently submerged into the bodies of the mages and penetrated deep into their Soul Stone.
The mages only feel that their energy consumption is faster, but when they look at the various spells emitted from their hands, they feel that they must not be proficient in controlling the spells, so the consumption is higher.
Some more perceptive people may instinctively feel that something is wrong, but looking at the mages around them as if nothing happened, they stop thinking about it and continue practicing.
Even Strange, a genius who controls nine elements, just felt a little coolness in his body and Soul Stone, and then some energy was consumed. After subconsciously sensing carefully, he found nothing. It seemed that it was just a slight disharmony in the energy operation in his body.
Then, a sense of gaze that made him feel uncomfortable was imprinted on his senses along with the coolness, causing him to subconsciously stop the movement of his hands and look at the corner where Kaecilius was.
The shadows there were lighter than at the beginning, and the breeze picked up the dust on the ground, swirled it around, and then floated away gently.
There is no sign of anyone.
Stran looked away, the coolness in his body had disappeared. He looked at the mages around him who were separated by a large space from him, shrugged his shoulders, pinched his fingers and started practicing again.
In a secret space, Kaecilius's figure slowly emerged, his face a little gloomy.
His attention was still focused on the moment when Strange turned his head. He was almost, just a little short of being exposed.
"As expected of the person chosen by Ancient One, he has such a keen sense. What a pity, your life is destined to belong to Lord Dormammu!"
Kaecilius's voice was dry and hoarse, like words squeezed out from the depths of a throat lacking moisture by a thirsty person.
He grinned, his teeth gleaming with cold light, and murmured to himself like a sigh, "And those trash, Master Dormammu also needs their lives!"