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

The wind roared, sweeping the blizzard and hail that came out of nowhere, and fell from the sky.

The Chitauri wearing deep black armor was frozen in place by the ice and snow, and a thick and hard layer of ice climbed up on the surface of the body. Looking from a distance, it turned into a sea of ​​blue people.

After more than ten seconds, the vanguards who were sent to capture the earth fell down one after another.

Like a fly sprayed with insecticide.

Those alien creatures, which are hateful and terrifying to ordinary people, fell from the sky to the ground, their limbs were smashed to pieces, revealing the frozen internal organs inside the belly, and even the blood was filled with solid ice.

It's like a game, or a scene from hell.

Cyril held up his magic staff that looked ridiculous to people on Earth. With him as the center, a terrifying vacuum appeared in the surrounding hundreds of meters, so quiet that even the sound of the wind disappeared without a trace.No one spoke, only the reporters who risked their lives to take over the mission, sitting on the surviving helicopter, silently recorded everything with the camera.

Iron Man, who just flew from the ground to the sky, folded his arms and watched everything from afar.

Tony admitted that this teenager who came out of nowhere and dressed in fancy clothes did show surprising strength at this moment.

The blond elf tilted his head and smiled at Tony, not even a hair was messed up. He seemed to be in a good mood: "The energy of this space channel comes from somewhere 2000 meters behind the left. , if I’m not wrong, it should be something like a powerful magic crystal. Now I’m going to close the space channel, you’d better deal with that magic crystal, and don’t let it be taken away by people with ulterior motives.”

He spoke gently and softly, and there were some unnecessary tone words, which seemed a bit rambling.

But no one took lightly a single word that came out of his mouth.

Hearing this sentence, the most pragmatic and hardworking Black Widow among the Avengers kicked away the Chitauri who was entangled with her, rode a motorcycle on the street, and followed Cyril's instructions. In the direction of the road, he drove away at full speed.

Cyril was lifted by the levitation technique and flew towards the hole where the Chitauri emerged.

He simply used a cold wind technique to blow away all the Chitauri at the entrance of the passage, and at the same time slowed down their movement speed.

Immediately afterwards, Cyril activated the skill of the heart of the mountain worn on the neck - this skill was once one of the signature skills of Dragon King Les Owen, backtracking.

This ornament is made of the most majestic mountain range in the western continent. Seventy thousand dwarf craftsmen have been refining it for ten years without sleep. The young children and human girls were able to preserve the precious time when the mountain range evolved from a submarine ravine to a majestic peak.

This is the notorious evidence of the Dragon King Les Owen, the blood and tears of the elves, and also the most powerful magic tool in the entire continent.

Able to turn back time and come back from the dead.

The only downside is that the CD is too long.

Cyril's slender fingers flicked across the space channel, and invisible magic power flowed out along the milky white accessories around his neck.

Space and time are forcibly distorted, folded, and imprisoned.The space channel is gradually shrinking, and the small screams are issued unwillingly, incompetently announcing the shattering of the Chitauri's ambition.In the end, the connection between the space channel and the space gem of its energy source was completely erased.

The sky is blue and everything is back in place.

"I got the Space Gem," the Black Widow, who dared to arrive at the scene in time and didn't witness what happened above, took a breath, and said to the portable miniature earphone, "Hulk also caught a... Loki, you want to come over here Do you want to see it?"

At the same time, the generals on Capitol Hill in Washington sat on both sides of the round conference table, listening to the reports of their subordinates in a trance.

"Impossible! Our fighter jets have already taken off and flew to New York with nuclear warheads!"

"But our radar and eyes are not lying, the fighter plane has indeed parked at the airport again..."

"Someone must be playing tricks on it!"

"Check? How? Are you going to make such a fuss that the Avengers know we tried to blow them up with New York City?! You idiot!"

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The Battle of New York is over.

Cyril slowly fell from the air, and began to do what pleased him most.

Clean up the battlefield.

Chitauri can only be regarded as small monsters in all aspects, but they are numerous and drop a lot of items.Although this group of aliens were lacking in magic, their engineering accomplishments were acceptable, but after picking up a dozen corpses, Cyril obtained a lot of engineering materials.

Although he can't use it himself, these things can be sold for money!

Hawkeye Clint stood aside, with a dazed expression on his face. He saw the young man who single-handedly eliminated at least a few thousand Chitauri and closed the space channel, bending over.

He was groping for something on the corpse, with a smile on his face.

Clint poked the man next to him: "What do you think he's doing?"

Serious Steve is watching carefully.

After a while, Steve shook his head seriously: "I don't know."

On the contrary, Xi Ruier has sharp ears and heard their discussions.He was also puzzled: "Don't you guys pick up things?"

Clint: "Pick up what?"

Cyril has completely lost her temper with this group of novices, so she said patiently: "Get some money."

Clint widened the sharpshooter's eyes with excellent eyesight, looked around the ground, and said disappointedly: "There is no money on the ground, what money do you pick up from the Chitauri's corpse? Chitauri Will you take money with you when you go out to fight?"

Cyril: "..."

There was simply no way to communicate.

So, regardless of other people's thoughts, he painstakingly touched all the corpses present, and almost exhausted himself to death.

The Avengers stood with folded arms, watching the bewitching act.

Cyril met their gazes, endlessly repeating the motion of touching the corpse.

Until the system reminded him that the task reward had arrived.

[Perfect hero team, the initial task has been completed, please check the reward. 】

[Mission Reward: You will become a professional mentor and teach a skill to your teammates who are fighting side by side.Note: When the teammates have not learned the basic skills, they cannot pass on the high-level skills. 】

Do you teach skills?

The reward really fastens the theme of the mission.

Cyril straightened up and scanned the Avengers with tender eyes.

In his opinion, the orc berserker named Hulk is almost perfect, and "Thor" who wields a hammer and relies on physical fitness to fight against magic lightning can't learn any skills to improve himself. As for the mechanical man who controls the machine Master, this kind of profession that was almost monopolized by the dwarves in his original world, Cyril didn't know much about it.

So he turned his gaze, as gentle as if he was watching a kindergarten child, to the only hunter present.

"Why don't you have a pet?" Cyril asked, looking at Clint.

Clint scratched his confused head: "Are you talking to me?"

Cyril: "Exactly."

Clint hung his alloy bow behind his back, hesitated for a while, and said seriously: "Although pets are very cute, the nature of work and time do not allow me to keep that kind of furry animal, even though Natasha said that cats are a kind of animal. A very independent little creature... I have no intention of trying."

Cyril: "???"

Clint: "???"

After a while, Cyril, who had repeatedly hit the wall after coming to this world, touched his staff and tried to explain: "I'm not talking about the kind of house pets, but pets that accompany hunters in battle..."

Clint was even more inexplicable: "Although I can shoot arrows, it doesn't mean I'm a hunter. Let me introduce myself, I'm the seventh-level agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., Hawkeye."

Sol, who came to the scene after caring for and laughing at his dying brother who was thrown by Hulk: "???"

Saul lightly poked Steve, who was always there, with a hammer: "What are they talking about?"

Serious Steve shook his head seriously: "I don't know."

Cyril showed 100% patience when facing human children, and said persuasively: "Your nickname is Hawkeye, right? Maybe you will be willing to capture an eagle as a battle pet, which will bring you great benefits." promote."

Clint waved his hands again and again: "Many species of eagles are nationally protected animals and cannot be kept as pets. But why do you insist on persuading me to keep a pet?"

Cyril: "..."

The task is completed, but the task reward seems to be difficult to send out.

Cyril realized that this new world was horribly different from the one he knew.

He thought for a while, and had to change a way to persuade Clint.

"I don't know if there is magic in your world, but as you can see, I am a mage, and I have eyes that can see magic." The light elves frowned in distress, "Every creature has One's own totem. For example, the totem of the bear has the attribute of strength and strong vitality, and the eagle is the swift and brave attack... Hunters can use the power of magic to temporarily obtain the power of these totems through the pets they capture, so as to improve themselves attributes to gain an advantage in battle."

Clint showed a suddenly realized expression: "Are you talking about the settings in the old-fashioned game? In reality, it can be done like this?"

Natasha, who had been listening silently by the side, twitched her lips, "Are people who play billiards master qualified to say that other games are old-fashioned?"

Clint retorted angrily: "That's called a classic, you don't understand!"

Cyril smiled and listened to their bickering, looked straight into Clint's eyes, and inserted a sentence at the right time: "So are you willing? Accepting my kind help will make you a lot easier in the battle. "

Clint froze for a moment, and couldn't help showing a hesitant expression.

The other party's tone was too gentle, and the water waves in the green eyes were so gentle that they could almost drown people.

It is a kind of de-gendered tenderness, composed of heartfelt attention and love, as if by magic, it turns everyone who is stared at by this kind of gaze into a child.

Cyril stretched out her hand, "There's no harm in trying, just do me a favor, okay?"

The light elf is a creature created by the goddess according to her own appearance. From the hair strands to the toe joints, it is so perfect that people have nothing to say. When a light elf asks in such a tone.

No creature can refuse.

Clint's mind became hot, then he nodded, and put his hand lightly on Cyril's fingertips.

Transparent magic energy slowly flowed into Clint's body.

[Congratulations on learning the first-level capture technique]