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

Although time is tight, but fortunately technology allows humans to work from home, and Clark has taken his annual leave. The three of them stayed in this calm town for four days and three nights before leaving.

When they left, it was Mr. Kent who drove them to the airport himself. After saying goodbye, Clark and Cyril boarded the plane with Connor who turned his head three times.

It was undoubtedly a pleasant trip.

Connor thought to himself that he would remember what happened in these few days for a lifetime.

After boarding the plane, the three of them sat apart in the economy class because they couldn't buy joint seats.

Clark picked up the travel magazine stuffed in the back of the seat in front of him and flipped through it. Sitting in the seat, Connor picked up the blindfold, closed his eyes and took a nap, while Cyril sat in the last row of seats and connected to the wireless network on the plane. The network has entered the office state.

After more than ten minutes, Cyril suddenly closed the folding screen of the phone and stuffed it into his pocket. He stood up, walked to Clark's side, leaned down, pressed it against Clark's ear, and said softly, "I have to leave beforehand." For a moment, if the plane has landed and has not come back, please explain it to me."

Clark pushed the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and nodded silently.

Then, Cyril walked through the narrow aisle, entered the bathroom on the plane, and locked the door from the inside.

The elf leaned against the alcove and closed his eyes, a brilliant halo rose from his fingertips.

The portal opened, and he disappeared silently on the United Airlines plane, stepping into an extraterritorial land isolated from the earth.

From the soft fluorescent light to the desolate and uninhabited dimensional island, the temperature around him suddenly cooled down, and Cyril narrowed his eyes, adapting to the environment in front of him.

"You're here." A somewhat hoarse voice came from behind, with a flat tone.

Cyril turned around.

He stood on a rocky reef roughened by wind and sand, he heard the sound of the boundless ocean's majestic tide, and there was dim starlight falling from above his head, which was reflected in the dark green eyes of the elf. Silent.

"Is there anything I need to know?" Cyril asked bluntly, not wanting to waste any time.

The woman who seemed to appear out of nowhere was just a fuzzy black shadow from a distance. She jumped onto the rock and walked towards Cyril.

She was wearing a black robe that covered her whole body, with slits on both sides, revealing her slender legs in a tight battle suit as she walked.When she got closer, Cyril saw that she was wearing a hood that could cover her entire face, only revealing her fair and delicate chin and a pair of full red lips.

"The internal structure diagram of Dyceville," the woman took out a parchment scroll from her arms, and threw it into Cyril's hand, "The biological magnetic field condensed by the power of the undead makes it difficult for the machine to operate. mages, knights and sharp-eyed hunters stand on duty day and night on the thousands of miles of city walls. I can only rely on myself to make maps, so the time is a bit slow. But it has been almost completed recently, this is the most detailed version of .

Cyril stuffed the sheepskin roll that smelled of ink into the backpack space, "You did a great job, beyond my expectations."

The mysterious man laughed, his voice was still hoarse, but no one could ignore the unique feminine charm on her body. She lifted the hood to reveal a strange face.

"You were the one who overcame all the arguments and sent me to sneak into Daysville," Natasha said with a face that was completely different from her own, but her expression was still familiar, relaxed and at ease, "I thought You expect more from me."

Cyril put her hands on her chest, bent slightly towards her, and paid respects according to the etiquette among elves.

And Natasha also responded with the same etiquette, her ears similar to Cyril's trembled.

Her current disguise is an undead night elf. According to the tradition and bloodline of the night elves, there are two dark red patterns flying out from the corners of her eyes, trembling with the blinking movements, like two blood-stained wings.

In order to make Natasha's identity as perfect as possible, Cyril conducted secret training for her for half a year. At the same time, together with the genius mage Strange on the earth, he personally created a magic weapon that can shield the infection of the undead and disguise his identity. Magic props, and prepared a large number of scrolls sealed with the highest level of purification.

After everything was ready, Natasha left without hesitation and started the hidden mission.

No deadline, no cost.

She is the eyes inserted by the earth on the undead, replacing humans to see places that cannot be seen.

"I'm proud of you," Cyril knew what kind of fear a human being would face when surrounded by billions of undead souls. The woman in front of him was worthy of everyone's admiration, no matter in terms of courage, ability or psychological quality. He couldn't help but recall Recalling the fierce quarrel that broke out with Tony at that time, "But I still need you to continue to lurk, please evaluate your own situation objectively, and then tell me if you can do it."

Natasha shrugged: "Of course, except for the special environment, the task is actually very easy. You also know that those undead have never suspected that there are creatures of other races who dare to sneak into their base camp, let alone they have not gone through Any anti-espionage/espionage training, even the intelligence agencies are only external and not internal."

"How is Heincili doing?"

Natasha: "It's not very good. After he led the army to attack Asgard last time and returned in a big defeat, his face was disgraced and his prestige was greatly lost. There are also ambitious people inside the undead. They want to be like Heinciri back then. Kill the dictatorial army leader and take over."

Cyril: "How is the situation behind the undead?"

Natasha licked her lower lip lightly, a bright smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, she said softly: "Of course it was worse, they were thrown by Heinciri in a place where there were no living beings, and they could only sit and watch My colleagues are plundering fresh flesh and blood on the front line, and their asses are almost roasted with jealousy. In this year, more than a dozen riots and mutinies broke out on the planet behind the undead, and the undead is not monolithic... not to mention , I have the most suitable manpower to do these things, infiltrate, assassinate, blame, alienate, spy on intelligence, subvert the regime..."

Cyril listened very carefully.

The hierarchy of the undead is strict, and the superiors have the power to kill and kill the subordinates. Any dissidents who oppose the leader will be violently suppressed.

When a military dictator rules with an iron fist, the system is a sharp knife.But once Legion Commander Heinciri loses frequently on the front line and shows a weak appearance, how can those greedy undead be willing to submit to others?

It has only been more than 100 years since Heinciri killed the previous legion commander, and the scene is so vivid that everyone still remembers it.

This is also the real reason why the earth has not been attacked by the undead on a large scale in the past two years.

Of course, Natasha and her helper also contributed a lot.

"Is it still the offline who refused to let me meet you?" Cyril asked.

Natasha narrowed her eyes: "Except for you and Tony, no one knows what mission I'm performing. Single-line contact is always the safest."

According to Natasha's statement, her offline was half-dead when the undead invaded New York for the first time. With the retreat of the undead, she was carried back to Daysville by the wave of retreat.

But because of his special constitution, in an environment where the power of the undead is the strongest, and because no one cares about such a small character like him, he deliberately transformed.

According to Natasha, this is a person who is as good at infiltrating and assassinating as she is, and is used to single-handedly causing chaos and destruction behind enemy lines. He has no worries and does not need to use magic devices for camouflage and protection.

Cyril could probably guess that he was also an agent, and maybe he was once a trusted colleague of Natasha, but Natasha refused to say anything more.

"Salute to the unknown hero instead of me," Cyril took out a bottle of vodka from his backpack, uncapped it, and handed it to the former Soviet female agent in front of him, "Persist for a while, the final counterattack will soon It's about to start."

Natasha took the wine bottle, took a few sips, and then touched the corner of her mouth happily.

"When the time comes, I'll take you home." Cyril clenched her fists.

Natasha raised her eyebrows: "Don't talk about Li FLAG at a time like this. I don't know if those people in the movie who said 'after finishing the last vote, wash your hands in the golden basin' are all dead in the end?"

Cyril patted Natasha on the shoulder and said goodbye to her: "It's time to leave."

Natasha nodded slightly.

The two turned around and walked towards each other, under their feet was the ever-changing tide.

When their figures disappeared, this once-used joint site was completely abandoned.

Natasha destroyed the opened teleportation scroll, and once again returned to the world of the undead, like a drop of water of different colors flowing into the sea.

Because Tony opposed the plan at the beginning, Cyril also hesitated.But in the end, it was Natasha who persuaded Tony herself and expressed her determination.

S.H.I.E.L.D.'s agent with the highest level of secrecy, Black Widow, can't calculate the specific coordinates of the undead like Iron Man and project the human army onto the battlefield, nor can she rely on her understanding of the undead and her special identity like Cyril Become the spiritual leader of Earth's fight against the undead.

But she knows her stuff.

Natasha plunged into the world of the undead and returned to the temporary residence of Daysville. She still had things to do.And in the corner shadow of the surging light gray mist, a long-haired man sat there quietly, waiting for the next order from his only chief with a blank expression.

"Let's go here, the satellite of Dysville. The commander of the regiment stationed there just contradicted Heinshili in the military council a few days ago. Tomorrow, I will hang his dead body drained of the power of the undead on the wall. "

The man raised his head silently, and said concisely: "Okay."

His brown hair was messy like a nest of weeds, and he looked downcast, but he had a pair of moist, beautiful and cold eyes, which were unforgettable.

At the same time, Cyril opened the door, walked out of the bathroom on the plane, sincerely apologized to those who were waiting in line, and passed by.

The author has something to say: Shhh, I can’t directly write about copyright reasons, as long as everyone knows who it is~