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

Stryker didn't move, but Cyril took the lead.

With his back facing the morning sun hanging high in the east, the elf waved his staff, and a touch of magical energy mixed with slightly emerald green light centered on him, slowly spreading around, like a tide attracted by the moon's gravity, wave after wave With a wave, it continued to spread to a place hundreds of meters away.

Stryker, who was observing the situation in real time through the eyes of the sentinel robot, trembled, and finally pressed the button to launch an attack.

The sentinel robot who was silent in place came alive in an instant.

The dark red mechanical eye was lit up in an instant, bursting out with a stunning red light, and the unique friction sound of the mechanical movement sounded, which was heard in everyone's ears subtly and clearly.

"Fuck!" Wolverine, who had just been awakened by the screeching siren in the academy, jumped up from the bed in the bedroom, and the muscular man wearing only a tight black vest in winter swears, and grabs the boy who was thrown on the ground. Jacket, rushing out the door.

Just as he was rubbing his sleepy eyes, he had just rushed from the house to the hall downstairs, but was stunned by the scene outside the window, and even stopped for a while.

Those natural enemies that make mutants despair, those red-eyed robots that are always ready to rush in to slaughter, are actually entangled by those insignificant green grass on the lawn....

The grasses stimulated by the magic energy grew rapidly, gushing out of the soil like crazy, and the underground roots became thick and intertwined, and the volume increased dozens of times.

They are waving their green arms, like human beings with their own consciousness. The soft and flexible leaves are circling from bottom to top, wrapping the robots with steel bodies like mummy bandages. .

Tightly fit, airtight.

The little grass that was trampled on the soles of the feet at will also has its own magical power.

When met with the right manipulator of magic, they transform into ghostly green nightmares.

The unique fresh smell of soil and plants rushed towards his face. Cyril quietly floated in the air, opened his arms, took a deep breath of this smell that he missed very much, a smile quietly appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his irritability Dang and empty.

Logically speaking, a traditional mage has ice, magic, and light elements, and he cannot manipulate natural forces of other attributes.But since he came to this brand new world and shared his own things with others little by little, his perception of magical energy has become more acute without knowing it.

It was as if this world also had its own consciousness, and was giving back to him.

Too many previous battles were either in cities or in various experimental bases, and Cyril didn't have the opportunity to experiment with his new skills.

But today, who made Charles build his school into a suburban green estate with such good taste, and these robots crashed into his hands.

Perhaps because the power of nature and the elves are incomparable, Cyril's mana value did not drop as fast as expected, and after a large wave was released, there were still three quarters of the blue bar remaining.

Logan, who was about to rush out the door, froze in place. He raised his hand and stroked his head, quietly lighting a cigar, feeling very complicated in his heart.

The sentinel robot was solved so simply?

In the smog that filled the air, Logan exhaled and thought to himself, he really deserved to be the archmage who purified and killed a large number of undead in New York at that time by himself.

But Cyril, whose strength is infinitely overestimated, is definitely not as optimistic as Logan.

Because he could clearly see that the health bars of the sentinel robots had only dropped by a tenth. Although these mutated grasses held back their footsteps, they faced the steel made by humans from the laboratory factory. The body, the attack power is still not enough to see.

Soon, under the continuous struggle of the sentinel robots, the grass blades bound to them were broken away one after another. After cleaning the grass blades on their bodies, nearly a thousand robots began to move forward on foot.

Cyril waved his hand lightly again, and the dark green magic light engulfed the grass that seemed to come alive, and built a thick wall around X Academy.

The Sentinel robot shoots a red laser ray from its palm, and starts a tug-of-war with the green grass that grows at a strange speed.

There was no blood splattered in this battle, no tragic cry, but it made all the spectators nervous.

It has to be said that Cyril's decision to let all the mutants stay in the academy was very correct.

Because now these sentinel robots have just left the factory, and they haven't reproduced any mutant's ability.

For mutants, they are natural enemies, and they will become stronger as they fight.But to Cyril, these are just a group of ordinary targets with rough skin and thick flesh.

The thick grass wall temporarily blocked the attack.

But still not enough.

Cyril's eyes passed through the teaching building and playground of X Academy, then passed through the flat grass behind, and finally landed on the small hill behind.

There are many trees growing on the rolling hills. Although it is deep winter, they have lost all their leaves, leaving only bare branches trembling in the cold wind, but for Cyril, this is enough .

The elf raised his staff high, and placed this legendary weapon, which was originally made of wood, above his head.

This time, it was no longer a gentle and gentle tide, but a raging flood after the dam burst.Under the careful and delicate guidance of the user, the blue water-type energy and the ethereal green wood-type energy are entangled together regardless of you and me.

The scent of green grass in the air is getting stronger.

The sentinel robot without self-awareness didn't feel something was wrong, and was still competing with the extremely flexible winter grass according to the set procedures.

But their owner, General Stryker, who was sitting in front of the laboratory console, suddenly had an alarm bell ringing in his heart.

Retreat quickly, or the whole army will be wiped out!

He quickly pressed the retreat button, his eyes fixed on any trouble on the screen, but his right leg couldn't help shaking nervously.

At the same time, the mutant students who were gathered together by the teachers to sit in the classroom to watch the play, already exclaimed.

Logan was holding a cigar, looking outside, not even noticing that the ash had fallen on his most precious pair of leather boots.

There were rustling sounds from the hill behind X Academy, and some mutants with sensitive hearing couldn't help shivering—it sounded like some monster was being revived, and flesh and tissue cells competed for growth space. The resulting rubbing sound makes the scalp tingle.

The sentinel robot that received the order did not get stuck, put down its attack target without any hesitation, and turned around to scatter.

Seeing that the monsters that had gathered together were about to disperse, the mage floating in the morning sun slightly narrowed his eyes.

Introducing monsters and gathering monsters is a compulsory homework for a qualified mage, otherwise why would you just brush up some small dungeons by yourself.

The robots who were running all over the mountains and plains suddenly slipped their feet, and a heart-piercing cold air emerged from the ground. It quickly crawled all over their bodies along the soles of their feet, forming a layer on the black metal shell. Thick blue ice.

The wicked elves didn't think it was enough, so when their movement speed was reduced by 50.00%, behind these sentinel robots, a grass wall slowly rose.

The semi-circular grass wall completely surrounded them, blocking all escape routes.

But right in front, there was a small gap, a long and narrow passage.

Almost subconsciously, Stryker's fingers pressed a few control buttons, ordering the robots to rush towards the gap.

But right after he pressed it, the villain who had dealt with mutants for decades jumped up from the chair, kicked the chair under him suddenly, took a few breaths, and left angrily.

Because of the next scene, he really couldn't bear to watch it.

Those are all his hard work, his baby!

Just after Stryker walked away, under Cyril's endless obstacles, the slow-moving trees finally rushed to the battlefield from the rear.

They are tall, the largest one has reached the height of several hundred meters, and the smallest branches are as thick as the thighs of adult men.

The ground seemed to be trembling, and the treants dragged their heavy steps, blocking the gap that seemed to give hope, and struggling to squeeze in from the outside.

The new leaves of the trees are still delicate and tender green, but their shapes are sharp and thorny.

As the elves waved their hands gently, the treants shook their bodies, and the leaves flew out at a dizzying speed like darts. In the case of extremely high target density, more than half of them fell into the body of the sentinel robot. in.

The speed of the leaf dart did not slow down, entering the target's body, it was still spinning continuously, destroying the internal structure.

Immediately afterwards, the second, third...all more than 20 treants squeezed into the small encirclement.

A massacre begins.

The tree people's movements were clumsy, after all, they were just the products of magic, and Cyril couldn't command them like his own limbs.

But just stomping, banging around with roots and branches, and catching prey with their hand-like torsos, these behemoths have done enough damage.

The average bloodline of the sentinel robot has dropped below 30.00%.

Cyril calculated in his mind that it will take about 10 minutes before these annoying hard-shelled machines can completely stop.

Fragments of the sentinel robot covered the ground, and the internal nano-scale circuits and energy boards were exposed. Looking at the surrounding light sunlight, the cool cold wind, and the scene of mud and grass flying around, it looked very strange.

Before all these sentinel robots were scrapped, the support requested by Cyril had arrived.

Tony was closer in New York, but Superman was faster, and the two arrived at the scene of the crime one after the other.

In their imagination, thousands of sentinel robots are coming, and if mutants go out to fight, they will become blood bags of the enemy.So Cyril had to face these emotionless and vicious creatures alone, and it was likely to be a hard fight.

But the two people who flew over stopped the car in the air, stopped next to Cyril, looked at the scene below, and were speechless for a while.

Tony was silent for a few seconds, folded his arms and asked, "Did you ask me to come here to see how handsome you are?"

Cyril also didn't expect that using magic beyond the skill limit in the right time and place could cause such a great power. He looked at Iron Man and Superman who had slipped over by him.

"Sorry, I underestimated myself."

The elf said gracefully.

Tony: "..."

Clark: "..."

The electronic eyes on Iron Man's facial armor flickered.

Clark couldn't help laughing.

Cyril glanced at the situation below. After knowing that the victory was decided, she stopped paying attention. Instead, she turned her head to look at Tony, and made a request: "These are robots without their own consciousness. Someone must be manipulating them behind the scenes." , can you find out who is behind the scenes?"

Tony snorted softly: "It's not easy, just give me 2 minutes."

Within these 2 minutes, Cyril leaned close to Clark and whispered in his ear, "Have you seen that child?"

Clark scratched his head, and whispered almost pitifully, "...not yet."

Cyril raised her eyebrows, knowing Clark's entanglement in her heart, but she didn't ask any more questions at this time.

Soon, the results from Tony's side came out, and he gave a coordinate very simply, and said, "That's right here, shall we go?"

The relaxed smile on the elf's face remained unchanged, but a cold light flashed in his eyes. He glanced at the coordinates, opened a portal leading to New York City, and waved at them: "No, I'll go and see by myself." Just look at it, thank you for helping me today."

Tony, who still had a lot of things to do on hand, shrugged and was about to turn around and leave, but Clark grabbed his shoulders suddenly.

"Let's go together, I'm a little worried."

Tony was a little speechless: "Are you worried about that mage?"

Clark shook his head: "I'm worried about the man behind the scenes."

Tony, who had always thought that the mage was a gentle and kind big brother, felt that this was nonsense. Even if an elf like Cyril had to teach the villain a lesson, what trouble could he cause?

But the faces of those councilors who were miserably repaired by Cyril suddenly entered Tony's mind. He clicked his tongue and waved his hand: "Let's take a look together."

Afterwards, Tony, who could have stayed out of it, hated himself for being nosy at the moment.

He didn't have to be involved in such embarrassing things.

The author has something to say: Cyril: I am old enough to be the wife and grandfather of all of you.

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I suddenly saw it today, I have written almost 16 words, it seems that the plot rhythm is a little faster QAQ