"Hurry up! Strange, don't wait any longer!"
There was a misty light on the horizon, and a loud voice sounded at Kamar-Taj.
"Old Wang, pour a glass of lemonade for this sissy who is even weaker than your eighty-year-old grandma and doesn't look like a mage at all."
Luke, Thor and Rocket Raccoon, as well as the mage Old Wang who is responsible for making breakfast hand cakes, are sitting on the wooden balcony occupying the commanding heights.
Below is a winding mountain path. Strange is wearing that hard heavy armor that makes a "thumping" sound when running.
His chest was like a bellows, making a wheezing sound.
After finally reaching his destination, his legs were already weak, he was unsteady and almost rolled down.
"Water! Give me... a drink!"
Strange lifted up his visor, his throat felt like it was on fire.
Old Wang very considerately poured a glass of lemonade and handed over a freshly made hand cake.
"Sorcerer Strange, your body is a little weak. You have only run five kilometers and you are already exhausted."
Thor was picking his teeth while making sarcastic remarks.
Even after coming to another universe, his daily life did not change much.
The WiFi speed of Kamar-Taj is good, and there is no problem in playing games online.
"I am a mage, not a berserker..."
Strange retorted.
He believed that the training imposed on him by Luke was of no use at all.
Kamar-Taj's mage can indeed practice physical skills to improve his ability in close combat.
But in the final analysis, spells and magic are the most basic and important part.
What does it mean to do a hundred push-ups, squats, and high-intensity physical training every day?
"It seems it's time for me to teach you a lesson, Sorcerer Strange."
Luke wiped his mouth clean and said softly, "Throw all the attack spells you know at me."
What?
Strange was stunned, wondering if he heard it wrong.
It was the first time he had seen someone make such a request. What was the difference between this and suicide?
"Are you sure?"
Strange asked hesitantly.
Even a high-level mage can survive a few attack spells without any protection, and he will be half disabled even if he is not dead.
"Abandon your inner doubts and 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 opponent's emotions and said calmly, "Strange, with all due respect, your understanding of 'Melee Mage' is too one-sided and shallow, and you know nothing about the real power."
"Oh, is that so? In the name of Hoggoth, Oshtur, and Agamotto, call on the divine light of Vishanti to condense the holy sword!"
Strange pursed his lips and said no more.
Sparks of magic spurted out and quickly turned into a long sword, held in his hand.
"King, you have to testify for me. This is all what he asked for!"
Strange holds the sacred sword in his hand and cuts it off on the head.
Although he was wearing heavy armor and had difficulty moving, his attack speed was not slow.
The red sword cut through the air and landed on Luke's shoulder.
Click!
Like fragile porcelain hitting hard steel.
It shattered instantly and fell apart.
"This...Cyttorak's Crimson Bands!"
Strange did not believe in evil and cast another spell.
The tough chains emitting crimson light tightly bound the standing Luke, and then contracted tightly.
"Are you tickling someone, Strange?"
Luke just struggled with his arms, and the Crimson Bands of Cyttorak tied to his body broke inch by inch and turned into pieces.
Strange was stunned, he did not sense the slightest magical aura.
In other words, Superman relied on his extraordinary physique to resist all attacks.
"This is impossible..."
Strange is a little unbelievable. Isn't the power of magic enough to shake human flesh and blood?
"I understand your feelings, but that's the fact. It's important to hone your will, learn spells, and accumulate magic power."
Luke taught with earnest words.
"However, it is also important to keep fit and exercise regularly."
"If you want to become a high-level mage, you must have extraordinary strength. Otherwise, how can you afford the cost of casting spells?"
Strange was deeply touched and seemed to have a complete enlightenment.
After thinking for a moment, he nodded and said, "I understand! I'm going for a run right now!"
Boom! Boom, boom, boom!
Heavy footsteps sounded again.
Strange, who was half exhausted, felt full of strength.
Facing the rising sun, start running.
"What you said... are all the truth?"
Thor asked curiously as he looked at the figure disappearing into the mountain road.
"I'm just talking about my own experience. Whether it's effective or not requires Strange to practice it himself."
Luke curled his lips and answered vaguely.
Hopefully, Strange will not lose her hair.
New York City, Xiacheng District.
Kaecilius, wearing a yellow robe, walked into a dark alley.
He had no entourage, and was alone.
Deep in the alley is a wall.
The hand wearing Sling Ring moved slowly, and magic sparks jumped out, forming a circle.
Kaecilius walked in expressionlessly, and the lively atmosphere hit him.
The smell of alcohol, mixed with perfume and some weird smell, was a bit suffocating.
This is a bar.
It looked like it was Halloween, with all kinds of strangely dressed guests sitting inside.
Some of them are in medieval court attire, wearing long skirts with bright colors and complicated patterns, sitting in the corner.
Some look like indigenous people in the tropical rain forest, wearing collars made of animal teeth and with oil paint on their faces.
There are gentlemen in suits and monks in vintage robes.
Here is "No Doors Bar".
As the name suggests, it has no entrance or exit gates.
So, those guests who can sit at the table and drink and chat.
They are not ordinary, their true identities are mages and wizards from all over the world.
"A shot of tequila, a deal."
Kaecilius approached the bar as if there was no one around, ignoring the complicated looks that were either shocked or wary.
He is a man of the hour recently, a defector from Kamar-Taj and a fallen mage who took refuge in Dormammu.
Of course, the most shocking thing was the news that he plotted against Sorcerer Supreme and injured him.
This completely caused a sensation in the magical world, and everyone from the devils in hell to the Holy Spirit in heaven heard about it.
Therefore, the early arrival of Sorcerer Supreme Tournament has affected the nerves of all those in the know.
No matter what, the name Kaecilius has been spread.
He represents endless trouble, because Master Sanctum has launched an encirclement and hunt.
He also represents powerful power, because everyone knows that behind this person stands a Dimensional Demon God.
"Sorry, I don't do this business."
The bartender is an old man wearing a top hat, vest and white shirt.
"I'll treat you to this glass of tequila. Leave immediately after drinking it."
Kaecilius was not surprised. He took a sip of the liquor that was served and said softly, "Monark, you are the famous 'Magic Prince', how can you be afraid of Three Sanctuaries?"
The old man named "Monark" was once a powerful mage, active in the World War II period, and fought against the evil sorcerer of Axis Powers.
Later, he opened a bar and entered the stage of retirement life.
"Oh, don't use this trick."
Monark sneered and wiped the bar.
"Of course I'm afraid of Three Sanctuaries, which symbolizes absolute order and a commandment that cannot be violated."
"Even the old guy Mephisto is afraid of Sorcerer Supreme, and even the demon god hidden in the dimension has been expelled."
"Then, why can't I, a bad old man like me, be afraid?"
Kaecilius was silent for a moment, took out a dozen gold coins from his arms and threw them on the bar.
The crisp sound of tinkling sounds is quite pleasant.
"Ha, you are so generous! With the new master, I have become more generous with my actions."
Monark recognized it at a glance, this was Aztec cursed gold coins.
It is said that the ghosts of the dead attached to it will be cursed if they violate the oath.
There once was a group of pirates who robbed a merchant ship and got a box of gold coins like this.
As a result, he became immortal, suffering from eternal hunger and thirst and never being satisfied.
To a mage, it is a valuable collectible, as well as a spell-casting medium.
"It's a pity that I still said that I won't do this business."
Monark just glanced twice and then looked away.
"I know what you're going to ask, Kaecilius."
"A defector from Kamar-Taj, thinking of joining Sorcerer Supreme Tournament."
"Oh, aren't you afraid of being beaten to death on the spot?"
Kaecilius's expression did not change. He leaned forward and lowered his voice. "Monark, there is a page of the incantation "Darkhold" 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 Chthon's dark spell is to the people in this bar."
"If they get into a fight, your bar will probably have to be renovated."
Monark's expression was uncertain. After a moment, he glared at Kaecilius fiercely and said, "You win, damn bastard!"
"Add four more gold coins, and I will give you the list of candidates who are interested in participating in Sorcerer Supreme Tournament!"
Kaecilius nodded slightly and said softly, "Deal."
A few minutes later, he came out of the wall in the dark alley again, with a list written in cipher text in his hand.
"Mordo, Doctor Voodoo, Magik, Loki...Stephen-Strange?"
Kaecilius sneered. The guy at the end was definitely not here to make fun of him?
A low-level rookie who has only been in Kamar-Taj for two years also wants to win the position of Sorcerer Supreme?
"I really don't know the heights of the world."
Kaecilius raised his hand, and the list ignited into flames and burned to ashes.
In his opinion, only a very small number of people can pose a threat to him.
For example, old friend Mordo!
"I hope you don't run into me, otherwise..."
Kaecilius chuckled twice with unknown meaning, put on his hood, and walked out of the dark alley.