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

Heinciri sat on the throne of bones in the main city of Daisville, and hung the long sword made by the dwarf craftsman behind him. In the light gray mist, the blade of the sword flashed cold light from time to time, and his The reflection of the face is cloudy and uncertain.

"Master Legion," under the main hall, a group of dark blue humanoid flames hurriedly saluted, and fluttered up the steps in a panic, "A B-level riot/chaos occurred on Satellite [-]. It is estimated that the participants The number is as high as one million, and after Captain Costa Ice was assassinated, the undead of the entire planet are robbing the power of the undead that he leaked... It's completely messed up there."

Heinciri lowered his gaze, his eyes shrouded in the shadow of the high brow bone, like a swamp of poisonous gas surging in danger, cold and sticky.The back of the deputy who was staring at him felt cold, and he couldn't help shivering.

"Lord Legionnaire?"

Cyan Flame raised his head and asked cautiously: "What should we do?"

Heincily remained silent.

After the Valkyrie Kandos drove a giant dragon to break through the barrier of the gods to invade the earth and disappeared, Heinciri seemed to have an arm cut off, and the only demon left around him was the demon.

Before the undead appeared, the most despised race on the mainland was the devil.Unlike the demons transformed from human souls in hell, they are half-human, half-elemental beings who can reproduce themselves and are proficient in elemental magic that other races regard as evil.

Elemental magic bypasses the blessings of the gods and directly communicates with the magical elements in the world, which is considered a felony of blasphemy.

Therefore, when the power of the undead appeared, these elemental demons who were massacred, persecuted, and even captured as contract slaves quickly surrendered and became valuable magic elite forces in the Lost Legion.

At the same time, the wisdom of elemental demons should not be underestimated.

Cyan Flame has always been the deputy in charge of daily administration and logistics in place of previous legion commanders.

"Kill them all," Heinciri finally raised his eyelids, and gave his attention to the blue flame floating two steps away from him, "You still want to ask me about this kind of thing?"

"We can't go on like this..." Cyan Flame gritted his teeth, but still couldn't help admonishing him, "We need a victory to deter those greedy undead. Just killing those rebellious undead won't solve the problem!"

The big clock used to record time in the main city rang suddenly, and the deep, loud and oppressive sound spread rapidly in the city, the ground also trembled slightly, and the long sword above Heinciri's head hummed accordingly.

The lights in the hall were suddenly extinguished, and everything was plunged into darkness, only the face of the General Commander Jian Guang was shining brightly.

The cyan flame saw undisguised ridicule in it.

"Those greedy undead...?" Heincily put his fist against the corner of his mouth and laughed softly, "Aren't you one of them?"

Cyan Flame stood there dumbfounded, as if hurt by the distrust implied in the officer's tone.

"Big, big..."

The dark cyan light on the cyan flame suddenly faded, he hesitated for a few seconds anxiously, and finally his knees gave way, and he knelt down slowly, his upper body lying on the ground, his human-like face pressed against the cold and rough surface. On the bricks and stones, tears dripped silently, "Please don't worry, I will go and deal with all the traitors on the No. [-] satellite for you."

"Go." Heincily closed his eyes, and seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.

The blue flame walked out of the palace made of stones, bones and swords, and walked towards his office.He dared to stop only after leaving Heinciri's range of perception, and sighed deeply.

"You're right," Cyan Flame said to the empty street behind him, "He and his father, the lunatic who was ridiculed by everyone on the mainland, are becoming more and more alike."

The female elf gathered her body in the light gray mist and said softly: "Heinciri is a person who will not face failure. More and more frustrations will make him crazier. We should look for the undead." There is a new ruler."

The cyan flame lingered in place for a long time, not responding to the woman's provocative words.

But the graceful female night elf turned around, and the sound of her footsteps gradually drifted away.

The blue flame turned around and looked in the direction of Heinciri.

As a demon who has never been accepted by the world, he received the best treatment after turning to the undead, and the displaced clansmen also had a place to live in peace. Undead—he loves the Lost Legion, the collective that brought him everything.

For this reason, he will find the most suitable military leader for the undead and lead them to move forward.

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After getting off the plane, Cyril held a secret meeting non-stop.

In order not to be discovered by the intelligence personnel left by the undead on the earth, the location of this meeting was set in the uninhabited Himalayas, guarded by reliable temple mages.

He reported the progress of the work during this period and all the forces that can be put on the battlefield on the earth at this stage.

Then, no extra nonsense.

"The time for the decisive battle is coming soon. This is the last stage of our preparations. I hope everyone can be ready to go to the battlefield at any time."

Cyril's eyes slowly swept across the Chaoying with different faces in the conference room. Some of them were single-handed, and some had huge forces behind them. Because of the common goal of defending the earth, they sat at this thin conference table. Let a visitor from another world dictate to them.

"Thank you very much for your support. There is a magic communication stone made by Strange in front of you. Please carry it with you from now on. As long as its light is on, you must reach the 'bright' point of the moon as soon as possible. department."

Tony was the first to stand up, and casually threw the ordinary stone into the pocket of his expensive suit. Without even giving Cyril an extra look, he put on his armor and left.

Cyril smiled behind her back and shook her head.

It is estimated that Tony will continue to fight with him until Natasha returns safely.

Instead, Batman, who had been dealing with his official business, came over, raised his hand, and squeezed his shoulder moderately, and he could hear a bit of arrogance in his deep voice: "The production line of Xandar Star has already Work on overload, our spacecraft will be in place soon."

The elf turned his head slightly, and asked back: "Then have you made a plan, our commander-in-chief?"

Batman withdrew his hand, "Of course."

After Batman left, Black Panther, Captain America, and Aquaman also left one after another.

Green Lantern Hal came over and chatted with him, telling him that the Green Lantern Corps would also join the battle, but it would take some time to come over, and asked Cyril if he could be notified in advance.

After seeing off all the superheroes attending the meeting, Cyril also walked to the door, and one step further, there was the snow-capped plateau. He couldn't help but look back.

An empty meeting room hidden in a cave.

He should have just taken a picture of all the attendees, Cyril thought.

"Aren't you going?" Superman's head poked in from the hole, with a smile on his mouth, and the pure sunlight behind him fell on his face, outlining his handsome and sharp outline very clearly.

Cyril was still a little regretful, but quickly put this emotion behind her.

Because Clark actually picked him up and continued to fly up into the sky, with the bitter wind and the plateau sunshine full of ultraviolet rays rushing towards his face, a glare of snowy light flashed on the elf's retina, and he couldn't help but close his eyes.

Clark stopped, he pushed Cyril on the cliff rock covered with thick snow, and gently pecked the elf's white side face with his soft lips, bringing the only warmth in the cold wind.

Cyril is not afraid of the cold, but subconsciously hugs the warm and muscular body tightly in the freezing cold.

"I don't like your eyes." Clark rubbed his head against the pointed ears of the elf, and said a little aggrieved.

Cyril was puzzled: "What kind of eyes?"

"You looked at the empty meeting room, and it seemed like we were never going to come back."

Cyril held Clark's face in both hands, glanced at his handsome eyebrows, graceful thin lips, and angular jaw, suddenly raised his eyebrows, and smiled narrowly: "Obviously you are the one who is afraid, That’s why when I look at other people, I feel that they think the same way.”

Clark's head was supported by Cyril, and he could only rub the elf's chin with the tip of his nose, "I admit, I'm really scared."

The wind blew harder, blowing dry snow particles across Cyril's golden hair.

"This world is so beautiful, I am afraid that I will never see it again," Clark said frankly, "I am also afraid that if we fail, the earth will face crazy revenge from the undead."

There was an unspeakable bitterness in Cyril's heart.

He didn't know how to comfort Clark, because what he said was very likely to happen.

But the elves know that there is one thing that can make people temporarily forget their troubles.

He clasped Clark's strong arms with his arms, raised his head slightly, and pressed a kiss on the forehead with light-colored lips as soft as cotton, as if comforting a child who had a nightmare.

Clark froze.

Then, he grabbed the elf's slender waist, and his fingertips just stuck on the pair of slightly sunken waists.He moved forward slightly, biting the lips that the elf wanted to shrink back, and transformed a kiss out of comfort into a kiss full of love/desire, exclusive to lovers.

But when Clark finished slightly out of breath and opened the distance between the two of them, the elf suddenly grabbed his collar, narrowed his beautiful eyes slightly, and the light scent of grass and trees on his body suddenly became stronger.

"continue."

Clark's face was a little red, he turned his head and looked around: "Are you here?"

The elf's ears quivered.

"Elves... love nature."

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