[Comprehensive British and American] After the mage traveled through the super British world

Clint rubbed his hands, feeling inexplicably guilty: "Hey, when did you come back?"

Cyril was rarely silent, and just cast her eyes on Steve.

His eyelashes are the same color as his hair, two dark green eyes wrapped in a touch of gold, just staring at them reminds humans of a forest pierced by golden beams, mysterious, quiet, and bottomless.

Steve put his hands behind his back and faced him directly, without avoiding: "We are having a meeting to discuss things about you and Dr. Samson, as well as the lost legion you mentioned."

"How did the discussion go?" Cyril didn't hold a staff in his hand, and his hands were quietly hanging by his side.

Tony supported his body on his elbows, turned the chair around, and faced Cyril: "We don't think you killed Samson, and we don't think you have anything against the Avengers or S.H.I.E.L.D. or people in this world Malice, we just..." Tony shrugged, "We just can't fully trust you yet, because we don't know anything about you."

Natasha observed them quietly, and said abruptly: "But we want to trust you very much. If we disappoint you, I'm sorry."

The Avengers are charged with defending Earth, which forces them to be cautious and skeptical.

But as an agent who has to hide her whereabouts and past, Natasha has experienced too many things like this—clearly reaching out to help others, but being suspected by the other party in turn.

Since those men who are either proud, awkward, or stubborn can't speak, let her speak.

The evening sun outside the window is in full bloom, and the rich gold covers the room, making people lazy.

Cyril almost melted into the gold.

Tony even felt that if he stretched out his hand like Cyril at this moment, he could only touch an invisible light.

"When I explained the situation to the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., you probably heard about it." He took the first step, walked forward, and sat between Tony and Clint, "Human beings always have hearts. By luck, you are unwilling to believe that the existence of the Lost Legion is normal. I have even imagined me as a witch or a paranoid patient who deceives the public."

To be honest, Cyril is an elf who never hesitates to speculate on people's hearts with the greatest malice.

He wasn't born that way.

Hundreds of years ago, he was just an elf who had a strong curiosity about humans and other races, but his nature was inseparable from his natural pride and reticence.

Therefore, at the beginning, Cyril was actually clumsy about how to distinguish between good and evil, and how to establish friendship with other creatures.

Mistakenly giving friendship to selfish people, mistakenly entrusting life to tyrannical and bloodthirsty people, being killed, used, betrayed, deceived... are all the pits and thunders that Cyril has fallen through.

But he ended up growing up alone, with a defenseless skin that was loved by everyone.

Cyril has never expected the Avengers to believe him, a person of unknown origin, so how can he be disappointed now.

Instead, the attitude of the Avengers gave him a little surprise in his heart.

"Now, you are willing to sit here and listen carefully to my explanation, and I am not disappointed." Cyril smiled again and rolled her eyes, "I didn't say it at first, just because I found that my experience is nothing to you. The Arabian Nights, I want to let you know me better, and then slowly reveal it. But now, it should be too late."

Tony hesitated to speak: "We actually..."

In fact, a few days ago, I discussed in private whether to invite you to join the Avengers.

"Hush," Cyril put his index finger in front of his lips, his expression still inclusive and friendly, "Needless to say, since you are curious, let me explain more about the Lost Legion."

"My world has two continents and five large islands hanging alone overseas. Humans, elves, orcs, tauren, dwarves, goblins, trolls... Although all races have their own main cities and territories, but Basically, as long as we are adults, we will leave our hometown and wander around the whole continent. Just like your teachers, policemen, and workers, we also have different professions. Warriors, mages, and priests are the most basic three. More mainstream occupations include Hunter, Assassin, Summoner, Knight and Shaman.”

"When we were born, there would be elders in the clan who would survey our talents and determine our future occupations. Each race has its own advantages and disadvantages. For example, humans cannot be shamans, tauren cannot be assassins, and elves are weak. Its body cannot lift a warrior's shield, and the night elf branch among them has difficulty learning holy magic to become a priest..."

"As we grow up, we will gradually discover that our professional talents are also different. Berserkers are powerful melee output, while defensive fighters are the protectors of everyone; summoners will find out whether they are more suitable for summoning Possession of creatures or command them to fight long-distance; priests choose the sacred power of group recovery, or the power of discipline with powerful single recovery function; mages have a little more choices, high critical strike arcane fire, high control water system Ice method, light magic with extremely high damage bonus to demons and undead..."

"...I came here because I was inspired by the Goddess of Light to help the world that is about to be invaded by the Lost Legion."

"The scary thing about the Lost Legion lies in its ability to assimilate. You all know the specifics when I first told SHIELD...their legion leader is named Heinhiri, who used to be a human prince, and the legion Below him are his two assistants, the Valkyrie Kandos and the demon Cyan Flame..."

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When Cyril stopped talking, the last ray of sunset also disappeared from the horizon.

What he was talking about was nothing more than the simplest reality of his world.

As for the numerous myths, the various factions and types of gods, and the grievances and grievances between the major races... It takes too long to talk about it, so forget it.

Even so, the complex information sent the Avengers into a tizzy.

They were lost in thought.

Clint was the first to speak. He swallowed and touched his own bow: "So you thought I was a hunter when you first met because I can shoot arrows?"

Cyril asked back, "Then do you know how to shoot arrows?"

Clint snorted, "I'm a marksman!"

Cyril raised the corner of her mouth: "Then you are a hunter."

Clint wailed: "No, compared to warriors, knights, assassins, hunters don't sound cool at all."

"If it's not a hunter—" Cyril dragged out the end, and when he saw Clint looking at him eagerly, he said maliciously, "then there will be no pets."

Clint hugged his bald eagle tightly, pitifully.

Seeing his stupid teammate being pinched to death by Cyril, Tony couldn't help pinching his brows helplessly: "Can you stop being so stupid, Barton?"

Clint: "Who are you talking about? Believe it or not, I let my little white rabbit secretly eat all your donuts!"

The bald eagle named Little White Rabbit let out a deadpan cry.

Tony rolled his eyes and turned to look at Cyril: "How did you get out of S.H.I.E.L.D. Didn't Nick Fury make things difficult for you?"

Cyril smiled at Tony and Clint: "Nick Fury wanted to keep me to assist in the investigation, but I really didn't like that place, so I came back on my own. As for Nick Fury embarrassing me... he There is no such thing.”

Tony gave a thumbs up: "Nice job."

Cyril glanced over the faces of the others.

Some of them are still thinking, and some have been playing with their nails idly.

A possible storm disappeared invisible.

The superheroes in this world basically have tragic life experiences, powerful abilities and relatively strong personalities.They often quarreled with each other, hated each other, and had to join forces when the villain appeared, so they could slowly get along peacefully.

But Cyril is too lazy to die, he will not quarrel with others if he can be honest or say a few more good words that can be eased or even resolved.

Now that the matter is over, Cyril stood up, straightened her white robe that was not wrinkled at all, and said understandingly: "I have talked too much today, I don't mean to ask you all to believe it, I just hope you You can have time to think about it.”

"Now, I have two parting gifts for you."

The sudden end of the topic, on the one hand, was because the talking elf was a little tired, and on the other hand, it was because he suddenly received two prompts from the system.

[The reward for the perfect hero team task chain has arrived, please check it]

[The task of visiting guests from another world has been completed, please check the reward]