Click...
Inside the quaint wooden house, a sudden sound of shattering glass rang out. The next moment, the entire world began to spin, invert, and move irregularly.
The Ancient One stood suspended in mid-air, watching Wanda, who was somewhat clumsy in controlling Chaos Magic, take flight, and said calmly,
Today is the first lesson.
To master magic, you must first learn how to take a beating.
Are you... ready?
"I... am ready!"
Wanda, manipulating the Chaos Magic within her body, had just nodded in agreement when she discovered that the Ancient One opposite her had suddenly conjured thousands upon thousands of versions of herself, surrounding her in place.
Swish----!
As the Ancient One moved, countless clones simultaneously lashed out golden whips, mercilessly striking Wanda.
"Tsk tsk tsk... The Ancient One is really ruthless! So vicious in the first lesson, Wanda must be covered in bruises."
Thor stood inside the house, manipulating the Law of Space and watching the battle. When he saw the Ancient One and unleash her ultimate attack, he had already foreseen Wanda's fate.
He seemed to remember that this spell was called the Images of Ikonn. Doctor Strange used it during his fight with Thanos in Avengers: Infinity War: Infinity War.
As Thor watched the battle, he also began to comprehend the various spells cast by the Ancient One. Spells that ordinary mages would need to spend time practicing, he could learn with just a few glances.
He continuously absorbed and comprehended energy fragments of various colors.
In no time, many Thor appeared inside the cabin. Each clone was not very strong, possessing only about 10% of the power of the original Thor.
However, he believes that as long as the numbers increase, the damage will still be considerable.
Thor waved his hand to retract his clone, and with a clench of his right hand in the air, a golden circle bearing magical runes appeared on his fist.
This is the most basic magic in Kamar-Taj: the Rings of Raggadorr.
Ordinary mages usually have to borrow from dimensional demons to cast spells, but it's different for him and Wanda. The two of them possess the corresponding power themselves, so they don't need to borrow at all. They can even lend to others in return.
Good heavens, so I'm a walking dimensional demon too!
Thor was overjoyed. It seemed that the Ancient One had noticed him secretly learning her magic, as she had cast a completely different spell in the past half hour. Each spell, with its vibrant colors and dazzling light, was now in the hands of the one-to-one replica.
"Alright, looks like I've gained another identity: Sorcerer Supreme Thor. Not bad, not bad at all. It's always good to have more skills!"
" The Ancient One! Someone outside is requesting an audience. He claims to be Strange! Should I send him away?"
The mage Mordo entered and reported the emergency. As soon as he entered, he saw countless magical lights dancing on Thor's hands.
"Wait! How do you know the Sword of Vishanti?!"
The mage Mordo stared in shock at Thor and the golden longsword he wielded, his mind reeling.
He distinctly remembered that this person was Thor.
How could he know the magic of Kamar-Taj?!
"Oh, you mean that? The Ancient One taught Wanda in the Mirror Dimension, and I learned by watching!"
"Wait! You mean you can see everything that happens in the Mirror Dimension, and then learn the magic the Ancient One casts? Just by watching it once?!"
For the first time, Master Mordo felt his worldview was being shattered. It wasn't just shattered; it was as if he had been pulled up, thrown to the ground, and stomped on several times.
This isn't mystical at all, okay?!
When did learning magic become so easy?!
"Master Mordo, I remember you just mentioned someone named Strange out there, right?"
"Yes, what's wrong?"
Before Master Mordo could recover from his shock, he answered instinctively.
"Then please take me to see him. I can solve his problem."
Thor.
"These kinds of questions are usually decided by the Ancient One, you..."
Mordo, still a fervent admirer of the Ancient One, was about to refuse.
"He was the future Sorcerer Supreme, but from today onwards he is not."
"Wait a minute?! What do you mean he's the future Sorcerer Supreme?!"
Upon hearing this news, the monk Mordo was taken aback at first, then stepped forward and suddenly grabbed Thor's hand, trying to get an explanation.
" Mordo, Thor's words are my opinion. Take him to see Strange."
Even while teaching Ancient One still had the energy to transmit messages.
"Yes!"
The mage Mordo bowed, gave Thor a deep look, and spoke.
"Your Highness Thor, please follow me."
Thor nodded and followed Mordo, who was leading the way. The two quickly arrived at the reception room.
Inside the reception room, a thin, long-faced man sat uneasily in a chair, wearing a dark black overcoat and black casual trousers.
His hands were wrapped in bandages, his palms were trembling, and he was wearing an expensive watch with a slightly broken dial on his left wrist.
This guy is none other than Stephen Strange, the future Sorcerer Supreme, who will be defeated by Spider-Man with mathematics. He can be called Doctor Strange.
Strange heard the two footsteps, slowly raised his head, and immediately focused his gaze on Thor.
The blond, muscular man in front of me, who was at least 1.9 meters tall, looked like someone you didn't want to mess with.
But why does he always feel like he's seen this person somewhere before?
Stephen Strange, what brings you here?
Thor mimicked the Ancient One, putting his hands behind his back and looking at the man before him with an air of profound mystery.
"I found this place through Jonathan Pangborn. You can help a person who was paralyzed for life to stand up again, so you can definitely heal my hand."
"Cure it, and you can name your price."
It has to be said that Strange before becoming the Sorcerer Supreme was just as annoying as Tony Stark before becoming Iron Man.
Upon meeting, he adopted a domineering, arrogant, and commanding tone.
Thor stared at Strange for a moment, then said, "But as far as I know, you should be penniless right now, shouldn't you? Where did you get the ability to make this promise?"
Strange was taken aback at first, somewhat puzzled as to why this burly man knew about his current predicament, but he still continued speaking, his tone full of confidence.
"Because of it! As long as you heal my hand, I'll never be short of money again! Name your price!"
"Sure, one hundred million US dollars, plus your Soul Stone. Can you do it?"