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

"First of all, I will not resurrect all the souls in the Hall of Valor at the moment."

Cyril stared straight ahead and sat upright. This elf, who had always been unhurried, also became serious at this moment.

"I will not disregard their personal wishes and let these fighters who know nothing about the situation act as cannon fodder against the undead."

Clint was confused: "Then what are you going to do?"

Cyril began to vaccinate the people present in advance: "To be honest, I am a pragmatist. The reason why I don't do this is not because I insist on human justice like Superman and Captain America, but after weighing the pros and cons. the most suitable solution that could be found."

Hearing what Cyril said, Superman lowered his head, his eyes dimmed.

"I'm going to leave this matter to the parties to decide." Cyril said.

In the windowless meeting room, the incandescent lamp above his head coated his face with a layer of enamel-like white, which looked delicate and cold, and its texture was like fine oriental porcelain.

The elf put his hands on the table, crossed his fingers, and said in an orderly manner: "First, I will enter the Hall of Valor, wake up the sleeping souls, and explain to them the current situation of the lost army trying to invade the entire universe; second, I will tell them all People offer a deal, if they are willing to fight against the undead together, I will gradually resurrect these people, provide them with training and daily necessities, after the victory of the war, those universes occupied by the undead will become a land of no man, that is them trophies, or they prefer to return to the planet they lived on, and I will do my best to help. Finally, for those who do not want to, they have the freedom to choose, but I will not revive them now, I can only Wait until it's all over before disposing of it."

Steve asked, "What do we do with them when it's over?"

Cyril raised the corners of her mouth and smiled helplessly: "If we win, there will be a large amount of resources to accommodate these tens of millions of people; if we fail, how do I know what they will become? Probably the same as ours. Let's become undead together, maybe we will become slaves to Heinxi's subordinates together in the future."

Cyril had thought about this plan for a long time.

He is an out-and-out pragmatist.

For the vast majority of earthlings who can only be used as cannon fodder, he has always held the mentality of "you just take care of yourself and don't mess up".But in the face of these powerful combat forces collected by Odin, Cyril absolutely does not want to miss it.

But if you want to bring out the best of these people, Cyril can't do it alone.

He needs money, needs materials, needs manpower.

He needs his teammates to stand with him even more.

Although he has the Ring of Nibelung in his hand, he can make those dead souls and resurrected people obedient, but he still has to win the support of his teammates.

You have to turn the earth into a war fortress.

Not every time is like the last time, just with the help of the Valkyrie, there just happens to be a loophole, and you can be safe and sound after patching it up.

After Cyril finished explaining his opinion, everyone sitting in the seat fell into deep thought.

This is a very compromised, but also very reluctant method.

Although it will not be unacceptable as soon as you hear it, it is definitely not satisfactory.

"I understand that this is not a perfect plan," Cyril said again in silence, "but it's pointless to argue at this moment. If you disagree, you can just leave like Batman."

"Following the world tree, there are still worlds of dwarves, elves, giants, and gnomes that we can mobilize. Will the titles of Thor, God King Odin, and Thor still work there?"

"This universe is so big, and there are countless civilizations who also don't want to become insensitive undead. Superman, Green Lantern, your abilities can almost let you reach any corner of the universe. Instead of arguing here, why don't you fight for more? help?"

The few people who were suddenly named were stunned for a moment, and they were choked back when they wanted to say something.

After more than ten seconds, Hal scratched his head, and said without embarrassment: "Actually, I have reported the situation to the headquarters, but they don't believe me, and the investigation team sent to Earth is still going through procedures... "

Cyril smiled at Hal: "Sorry, I didn't mean to target you, but I just gave an example-however, my plan has been finished, and the general framework will not change. If anyone disagrees, now You can leave now, and I will watch his back."

The elf stood up, and a simple wind magic came out.

The door of the meeting room slid open to both sides without a sound, and there was a bright and straight corridor outside, and there was no one in it.

"Anyway, the Ring of the Nibelungen is with me. If you want to take it away, you can only snatch it from me. I don't think it will come to this point?"

The wind gently swayed the corner of Cyril's robe, and the pure white cloth brushed the ground.The elf's ears trembled slightly, revealing that his heart was not as determined as his appearance.

He looks lonely.

In the silence where a needle could be heard falling, the friction of the chair against the ground suddenly sounded, and the eardrums of the listeners tightened.

The first to stand up was Superman.

Cyril's heart skipped a beat, and he looked up to where the sound came from.For a moment, he was a little uncertain whether Clark wanted to leave or stay.

Clark's footsteps were very light, and he walked towards the open door step by step, but when it fell on Cyril's heart, he felt that it was as heavy as ten thousand catties.

Cyril admits that she always absorbs Superman's body temperature through the most difficult times, which is an almost unconscious behavior.But at this time, even though it was expected that Clark might not support him again this time, Cyril found that he was not as detached as he said, and he didn't want to "watch his back" at all.

Under the watchful eyes of the elf, Clark walked to the door of the meeting room, stretched out his hand, and closed the door with gentle but firm movements.

Then he came back and sat down in his seat.

"Since I'm here for a meeting today, let's settle this matter here." Clark and Cyril looked at each other, then looked away, "He's right, we still have so many things to solve. I'll put my dissent aside until I come up with a better solution."

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There was a glass of water quietly on the table. After this unpleasant meeting finally ended, Xi Ruier rarely got up and saw him off with due courtesy. Everyone left.

Before the end, they had finalized the general framework of cooperation matters, and everyone carried out some tasks within their ability.

For example, the green light said that he would go back to the headquarters again, and Quicksilver ran back to the Brotherhood to try to persuade Magneto to go to Asgard to help plow the land-although this was doomed to fail.

In the end, only Cyrille and Clark were left in the conference room.

The two were speechless.

"You didn't tell me, you went to Tony's side to help." This time, it was Cyril who took the initiative to break the silence.

Clark lowered his head slightly, and from the corner of his eye, he could see Cyril's slender fingers caressing slowly on the water glass. He wanted to look away, but he was always attracted.

It seemed that he didn't expect Xi Ruier to ask this question, and he replied honestly: "Because you were too busy those few days, I think it's better not to disturb you."

Xi Ruier took a sip of water, put down the water glass in his hand, stretched, puffed out his cheeks and let out a long breath, the expression on his face became relaxed.

"I'm quite busy, so I didn't have time to drink coffee with you," the elf turned his head and asked with a smile, "Do you want to be together this afternoon? I remember you said that you would give me a gift."

Such a direct invitation made Clark a little embarrassed, and he nodded: "There is indeed a gift for you."

Cyril got up and asked, "Then have you figured out where to go for coffee?"

Clark pulled out a portal gun from his back waist and raised it: "Go to the Fortress of Solitude."

This is the first time Cyril has seen this thing, and it is said that it is a new thing made by the Justice League.He put his face to the muzzle of the gun, and said seriously, "Okay, Mr. Kent, you can shoot."

The elf's flawless face was brought close enough to count his thick golden eyelashes.

Even though Clark was not in a good mood right now, he still couldn't help raising the corner of his mouth slightly, and pulled the trigger towards Cyril.

Before Cyril could react, the surrounding space just flickered, and the scene in front of him became completely different.

He has entered the interior of the Fortress of Solitude.

The last time I came here, I still rushed to the centaur constellation through the teleportation equipment here, and I didn't see the inside clearly at all. Cyril always felt a little regretful.

But now he is standing in Superman's lair, seeing a dozen Kryptonian robots in front of him taking care of the interior in an orderly manner. The virtual light screen occupies a lot of space, playing some videos that he can't understand at all, about the solar system. celestial body movement monitoring.

After a few minutes, Clark opened the door and floated in from the outside before Cyril could clearly see where he was.

He changed out of the Superman uniform he wore at the meeting just now, and put on a white shirt and black trousers for himself. His glasses to conceal his identity were stuffed in his trousers pocket, and he carried two paper bags in his hand.

Cyril could already smell the aroma of coffee.He took a closer look, and saw a small deer head printed on the two dark brown paper bags, and the lines depicting the antlers were slender and graceful.

"Isn't this the coffee I invited you to drink when you interviewed me?"

Clark put the paper bag on the table and gently tore off the seal on it.

"Espresso and Mocha," Clark took out two cups of coffee, "Mocha has too much milk froth, I remember when I drank it, I got a ring around my mouth, and I didn't feel like drinking it after I wiped it off, after all still working."

Cyril recalled the scene at the time and found it a little funny: "I thought you didn't like Mocha."

The two sat down facing each other. Cyril picked up two straws and inserted them in. When her fingers touched the paper cup, she found that the coffee was still hot.

Although it only took a few minutes for Clark to run to the store to buy coffee and then run back, he passed through the Antarctic and did not know how to maintain the temperature.

"Thank you."

Cyril said suddenly.

The author has something to say: staying up late makes me bald day by day, my hair is no longer as old as my grandma ORZ