The Wizard of Winterhold In Marvel Universe

To the question raised by Peter Quill, Thor laughed directly. After all, he rarely saw someone say this to Nolan:

Shake it. "Haha, Atrium people, have you seen it? No matter how good you are, your home planet is so humble in the universe that even a rookie mercenary knows that the earthlings can't afford it!"

"Which junk planet's arena did you get out of, big guy?"

"What did you call me?" Thor pointed to his chest in disbelief: "Have the courage to say it again?"

"Anyway, your mission has already been released, and no one has been able to complete it so far."

Peter Quill was taken aback by him, obviously thinking that they might not be reliable, and he didn't bother to waste any more time: "And even if I can find something called 'Cosmic Spirit Sphere', I can also find a more suitable one Buyer. Not an earthling."

"You hate Earthlings?" Thor asked.

"I can't say, I'm from the earth myself. But I don't believe that people on earth can afford my employment price."

Obviously, it is another task that cannot be done alone.

This is also the daily routine of a novice mercenary. Peter Quill is used to it. He only secretly said bad luck in his heart, and was about to turn around and leave.

Suddenly, a word came from behind, like a thunderbolt from the blue, buzzing in his mind.

"As long as you help, I will give you a brand new spaceship as a reward, and you can customize it according to your requirements, and you can pay in advance. What do you think of this condition?"

"Are you serious?" Star-Lord turned his head suddenly, his face full of incredulity.

A brand-new spaceship is not the same price as a second-hand one.

After all, you get what you get for every penny, and the brand-new spacecraft has fewer problems and higher safety, which is very important in the vast universe.

In order to break away from the past life and become a truly free space mercenary, Xing-Lord has been saving money for more than ten years, but he can barely take a look at the most **** second-hand ships.

A new spaceship with various optional accessories, he can't even think about it. The gap between this is like a new Audi and an eighteen-handed Alto. It can't be calculated, let alone before the mission paid him in advance.

Coupled with Nolan's identity as an earthling, this matter seems bizarre no matter how you look at it.

Nolan shrugged: "Anyway, for a novice like you, time is not valuable, why don't you check with us?"

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Carefully pulled out his arm from under the jade body, Tony fumbled for the glasses beside the bed and put them on.

厺厽 Baolai Novel Network baolaishiye.com 厺厽. A chaotic stream of data slid across the lens, and a watchman's emblem popped up. At the same time, Jarvis thoughtfully opened the floor-to-ceiling windows for him, allowing him to directly enjoy the sea view outside the villa.

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){} Of course Tony Stark is not nearsighted, and these glasses are also flat glasses.

Its main function is to facilitate communication with Jarvis and to analyze experimental data at any time. And, of course, to add a little charming intellectual flair to yourself.

Just like the female reporter who was fascinated by his temperament as soon as we met last night.

Before even starting the official interview, he veiled teasing him with his toes. Finally, just a few words were written on the notebook, and it was thrown aside. But it's nothing, anyway, after she returns to the company, she can just pick a few nice words and say a few words.

After all, the current watchman is a savior-like existence. Even the White House can only issue several commendation orders one after another today, and a medal tomorrow to coax them. Not to mention, no one will jump out and say things like "watchmen are illegal and non-compliant" or "civil organizations have too much power".

Anyone who dares to say that must first look up at the eight Chitauri motherships floating in outer space.

Nowadays, since individual aircraft and medium-sized warships are only to deliver food when they fall, they cannot even reach the surface; the Chitarians are less and less motivated to send combat soldiers.

And the energy shield of the Qitarui mothership could not be destroyed from the earth side, and the two sides were in a deadlock like this.

Just the day before yesterday, there were no invaders in the sky, and the earth ushered in a rare peace.

Therefore, in addition to the necessary vigilance, the long-suppressed earthlings also held various celebrations to vent their inner pressure crazily.

But Tony Stark did not lose his cool.

巘Xian Baolai Novel Network 巘Xian. Even though he was snapping, he was still spinning his brain frantically thinking about how to crack the energy shield of the Chitauri mothership.

After taking a shower and putting on a slim suit, Tony regained his energy.

Then he drew a circle on the soles of his feet and let himself fall freely through the portal;

The next second, he appeared in an extremely vast and spacious laboratory. Originally a main base for the Watchers, it is now filled with the remains of various Chitauris, aircraft, battleships, and even the power structure of a Chitauri mothership.

Looking at these parts with a sense of technology, Tony Stark couldn't help rubbing his hands, showing a more excited look than he was in bed last night:

"Okay, baby, let me see how you work..."

'Boom--ka-cha--boom-boom--'

The continuous sound of friction and collision suddenly sounded, startling him, and almost threw the high-pressure water saw out of his hand.

Then a roar came from the pile of parts in the distance:

"Why did our base turn into a garbage dump?!"

"What is this place? Dude, did you set the wrong location, why did you send us to the garbage dump?"

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){} "God, I feel like my waist is about to break..."

Thor, Nolan, and Peter Quill crawled out of the pile with circuit boards and metal fittings.

"Tony? Can you explain, what's the situation?" Nolan looked at the base that used to be clean and tidy, but now exoskeletons, spaceships and even Chitauri corpses were piled up everywhere.

"Well~www.NovelMTL.com~ I'm sorry." Tony seemed to want to laugh, but forcibly held back: "These were delivered just yesterday, and I haven't had time to sort them out."

"What do you want all this garbage for?" Nolan kicked a Chitauri skull at his feet.

"Analyze their technology."

"Oh? Then have you analyzed anything useful?"

"It's a little strange, the technologies they use are so varied, as if..." Tony tilted his head and came up with a suitable metaphor: "Cyberpunk and steampunk technology trees are stuffed together, can Understand? By the way, won't you introduce me to the new friend over there?"

"He? You don't know him?" Nolan was a little strange.

"Why should I meet?" Tony was even stranger than him.

"When you were observing the future, didn't you look away from the earth... Forget it, when I didn't say it."

Nolan suddenly remembered that the relationship between the Silver Guard and the Avengers was already around 2018, and at that time Gu was gone. It's normal that Tony doesn't know him.

"This is Star-Lord, a cosmic mercenary, bracket, rookie. And this is Tony Stark, the technical director of our team."

"The brackets can be removed!" Peter Quill glared at him, then shook hands with Tony: "Uh, that guy said, you can customize a spaceship for me, right?"

"Spaceship?"

"Yes, a spaceship, not a sailboat, nor a rocket. Just like that one, a spaceship that can travel around the universe," Peter Quill tapped on the hull of a Chitauri battleship: "Of course, not with it Just as ugly."