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

The portal to the Avengers Building just opened in S.H.I.E.L.D. is not a reward for the mission [Visitor from Another World].

It was because he killed thousands of Chitauri by himself in the Battle of New York, and closed the space channel with his bare hands. After being hyped by the media, Cyril's reputation in New York City has reached respect, so naturally he can Purchase spell-casting materials from the system acting as an NPC to open the portal to New York City.

Thanks to the proud nature of the elves, the initial reputation of each elf in a non-hostile city is only a pitiful "coldness".

The lowest value of the reputation system is hatred, then disgust-indifference-neutral-friendly-respect-respect-worship.

The initial reputation value of humans is "friendly", while other races are "neutral", which shows how unpopular elves are.

However, the prestige is low, and you need to work hard to reach neutrality to open the portal, buy or sell things to NPCs in the main city, this is probably the only place where the elf mage is inferior to other mages.

The affinity of elves to magic elements is much higher than that of orcs and tauren, and they have steadily suppressed humans. Most of the legendary mages who have left their names on the mainland are elves.

Hearing the "farewell gift", the Avengers once again looked at Cyril in unison.

Although what Shriel just revealed was unbelievable, and S.H.I.E.L.D. was doubting him again.

However, having a mage with a gentle personality, strong strength, and strong complementarity with the Avengers as a partner has really made the Avengers feel comfortable and at ease during this period of time.

Cyril smiled and said, "I came back here directly from S.H.I.E.L.D. Another reason is because I'm going to say goodbye to you in person. I'm leaving New York City."

Tony frowned: "Is it because of Nick Fury's bald head?"

"It's not because of him, I need to find comrades in arms," ​​Cyril said sincerely, "The fact that Dr. Samson was infiltrated by the Lost Legion sounded the alarm for me, my enemy is coming, and the mage who is fighting alone is under too much pressure." Lots of shackles."

Having fought side by side twice, it would be a bit hurtful for Cyril to say that.

Clint touched his pet eagle, a little aggrieved: "You are going to find comrades, is it because we are not good enough?"

Even Dr. Banner, who has always been calm, frowned slightly.

Cyril patted Clint on the shoulder to reassure him: "Don't get me wrong, you are all very well, but unfortunately I am a mage, I need a powerful warrior, one that can block all attacks and injuries facing me Shield, only in this way can I unreservedly display my full strength in the face of the enemies of the Lost Legion. In my hometown, warriors, mages, and priests are the eternal golden triangle, and it is also my combat habit."

Steve involuntarily looked down at his shield.

Cyril is really being open and honest with the Avengers this time.

The powerful skills of the mage are accompanied by a long reading time, and any damage received during the period will be interrupted.

The instant skill is very easy to deal with mobs, but it is only a drizzle to deal with the undead army with a thick blood bar.

In the Avengers team, Hulk, Captain America, and Thor are all powerful fighters, but all three of them are more focused on output than defense.

At this time, finding a defensive fighter and a holy priest to form a tacit team became Cyril's priority.

Steve was the first to express his opinion. He stood up and said, "I wish you a smooth journey. If you need help, you can come back to me at any time."

Cyril was also a little bit reluctant: "Why do you look like you are going to lose me forever, don't forget that I can open a portal to the Avengers Building to come back at any time, don't forget if there are any villains to fight in the future Call me."

After instructing Clint again on how to take care of the pet, Cyril opened the backpack and checked.

After seeing the system's random task rewards, he couldn't help but click his tongue.

I don't know who's life is so good, but a main weapon fell out.

【Dagger of Valkyrie Kandos】

Although it is a purple outfit, compared to the orange staff in Cyril's hand, it is only one lack of control skills.

[Attack +9000, Spirit +20, Stamina +19, Agility +394, Crit Rate +100%, Crit Damage +30%]

[After inflicting critical damage twice in a row, a combo will be added, ignoring the opponent's armor, and causing real damage equal to 30% of the target's total HP]

The 20 attribute of the mental attribute bonus is only useful for the hit rate of long-range attacks, and the 19 of the stamina is not worth mentioning. Converted to life, it is just more than 3000 points added.

What matters is crit rate and crit damage.

Taking this dagger means that the user's critical strike rate has reached 100%, which means that every attack can reach 130% damage of his original base value, and the additional real damage attribute makes this dagger even more The dagger has reached the level of divine equipment.

As long as the enemy is slashed twice in a row, the enemy's blood bar will be reduced by 30% instantly.

After reading the attributes, Cyril understood very well that this kind of equipment is the best weapon for assassins.

In other words, the red-haired female agent has won the lottery.

Cyril took out the dagger from his backpack and put it on the table.

Compared with Hulk's 119 million HP and Thor's 107 million HP, although Natasha is an excellent agent standing at the peak of human physical fitness, she doesn't have any "equipment" in Cyril's eyes, and her HP is only over 4. , which is even more pitiful than the 9 health points of elves.

Moreover, Cyril has observed that Natasha's commonly used weapons and guns produced by S.H.I.E.L.D. are effective against humans, but they are basically useless against monsters with a life value as high as Hulk and Thor.

If she had this dagger, relying on Natasha's skill and already impressive thousands of points of agility, her output would have a ton of terrifying increase.

After all, for Natasha, it is very simple to hit an enemy twice in a row. In the future, when she encounters an enemy with rough skin and thick flesh, she only needs to rely on critical strikes and real damage to win.

If Natasha used this dagger to attack herself, Cyril thought about it for a while, with his poor blood volume, his death would only be a matter of four consecutive attacks.

Although Xi Ruier will definitely not stand still and let people cut it.

The dagger was placed upright on the transparent table, and the cold light flickered.

Both sides of the dagger of Kandos are sharpened, the tip of the knife is bright and compelling, exuding a strong bloody smell for no reason, and there are two sharp fangs of orcs inlaid in the handle, although it is clean, it is for no reason. People feel that there are still fresh flesh and blood hanging on it, waiting to be devoured by someone at any time.

For some reason, Natasha couldn't help clenching her fists the first time she saw the dagger.

"Its name is the dagger of the Valkyrie Kandos." Cyril rubbed his finger on the back of the knife, and a few drops of blood immediately appeared on his fingertips, "The Valkyrie of the Burning Legion hunted down the hero of the orc clan Keqi sealed his heroic soul in this dagger, and sacrificed it with fresh blood for three thousand days, endowing it with extraordinary attributes."

Tony, who was more of a scientist in nature, didn't like this kind of bloody weapon. Instead, his nasal cavity was irritated, and he couldn't help sneezing: "Ah! Is this something from your hometown again?"

Cyril held the handle of the knife, turned the tip of the knife towards himself in a very gentlemanly manner, and pointed the handle towards the black widow, and handed the dagger out: "Here, Agent Romanov."

Although she really liked this dagger, Natasha shook her head and said in a slightly low-pitched voice, "Sorry, I can't accept it, it's too expensive."

Cyril said with a smile: "As you can see, I am a mage, and I can only hold a staff in my hand. This dagger is a burden to me. If you don't accept it, I don't have any other friends. If you give it away, you can only waste it and sell it for money."

Clint secretly slandered, who said that no one wants it, he also wants such a handsome dagger!

But since Cyril said it was for Natasha, Clint just stood by obediently and watched.

"Accept it," Cyril added another bargaining chip, "If someone wants to kill me, the crispy little mage, I still count on you to protect me."

Having said that, if Natasha still refuses, she will feel bad about it.

She took the dagger from Cyril, carefully pinned it on her combat uniform, and thanked earnestly: "Thank you, I will treat it well."

Everyone is here today, and Cyril didn't plan to hide it, so he just explained the professional attributes of his world to everyone in detail.

Obviously, Clint and Tony, who had played online games a lot, were the quickest to accept this.

Clint immediately smelled sweet: "Wow, I know you are cool, but I didn't expect your house to be so cool! Then can I learn more hunter skills from you?"

Cyril was a little sorry: "I am not a professional hunter trainer, so I can only get some opportunities to impart skills from time to time. Now I do have a chance to impart a professional skill, but if you want to cooperate with this dagger, Romanov Agents are the ones who do the most damage, so you might have to wait a little longer."

Several people chatted for a few more words, and then they left. Only Cyril and Natasha went to the combat training room together.

Cyril was going to tell her the purpose of this dagger in detail, and let Natasha choose which skill to learn by the way.

Just two steps away, Sol suddenly turned back and asked abruptly: "You said you can see everyone's health, so how much is mine?"

Clint, who hadn't gone far, pricked up his ears.

"107 million," Cyril said truthfully, "a very rare high value, only the orcs and tauren warriors who have been baptized by the earth can reach it."

Saul left contentedly.

Natasha smiled silently.

After 3 minutes, two people were already standing in the war room.

As a professional agent, Natasha quickly accepted all kinds of weird-sounding terms in Cyrille's mouth, and also understood the value this dagger could bring her.

"Here are a few professional skills that I think are suitable for you to learn, invisibility, backstab, and sap."

"Invisibility allows you to enter a stealth state, reducing speed by 50%. The invisibility state makes the enemy unaware of your presence, but when you attack and enter the combat state, the invisibility will fail. Backstab sounds like it The same as the name, it attacks the target from behind, causing 150% of the original damage. Sap is one of the few control skills of the assassin. It is not convenient because it needs a stick. After hitting the enemy's head, it can cause 1.5 seconds coma."

Finally, after consideration, Natasha chose invisibility.

After holding Cyril's hand, a ray of golden light flashed, and Natasha immediately switched to an invisible state, watching her body become transparent and integrated with the air, and finally even the air flow between breathing and action changed. imperceptibly.

She couldn't help expressing emotion: "It's really magical."

Cyril gently reminded: "This is only a first-level invisibility technique. When you encounter a mage or priest with high spiritual value, you may be discovered if you get too close, so use it carefully."

Natasha nodded, then canceled the stealth status, and extended her hand to Cyril: "Thank you very much, it will be much easier for me to perform any sneak missions in the future."

The etiquette of shaking hands is not popular in Xi Ruier's hometown, but he still stretched out his hand without hesitation, and shook with the female agent with moderate strength, with a warm smile: "You don't need to thank me, we are all comrades in arms against evil, you It is an honor to be able to use these skills."

After two seconds, Natasha let go of his hand, not knowing what to say.

Among the Avengers team, her background and past are the most opaque, and only her longtime colleague Clint is the only one who knows.

In S.H.I.E.L.D., she is the senior agent who receives the most scrutiny and restrictions.

She knew that she was a former Soviet agent from the Red House. Lying, deceiving, disguising, infiltrating, and assassinating were her professional ethics.

Many years ago, when she worked for the red house, she did some bad things, and even she can't forgive her.

Even though he is an Avenger now, leaving aside the identity of the only female member and the glamorous appearance, except for the Hulk who can't control himself from smashing things after transforming, the other team members are very popular among the public. far beyond her.

Natasha understands that others are afraid of her, and she will indeed do some things that other Avengers will not do, getting closer to the gray area.

Like Nick Fury said, there's nothing Agent Romanoff wouldn't want to do.

Today, Xi Ruier personally handed a sharp knife into her hand, and said that it was because she was worth it.

Respect and recognition are the most precious things Natasha got from Cyril, far more than that rare dagger.

"I hope you have a good journey." Natasha also imitated Cyril's appearance, smiling without any scruples and bending her eyes.

"Goodbye then," Cyril waved her hand, "beautiful lady."

When Cyril left, he didn't disturb anyone, he just got on his flying mount and flew towards the predetermined direction.

Metropolis is his next destination.

Since he wants to fight against the Lost Legion, Superman, who is called the strongest hero on the surface by the media, the man of steel and the son of tomorrow, should definitely see it.

But Cyril didn't expect to see Superman so soon.

He flew against the cold wind for half the night before arriving in the metropolis from New York.

Just ahead, the lights of the metropolis in the middle of the night are brilliant, and the business district in the city center is full of traffic, making the starlight even more dim.The alternative steel forest is covered up by the night with all its flaws, revealing its prosperity to visitors from another world.

It seems that even in a different world, human beings are still the race that is best at creating and building.

And there was a blue figure not far away, quietly looking at Cyril.

To be precise, Superman should be looking at the mount under Cyril's ass.

A golden flying dragon, like a beast in oriental mythology, has a smooth, stern and slender body, with hard scales layered on top of each other. The late night mist condenses into dew on the golden dragon's claw scales, shining lustrously.

Instinctively feeling the powerful deterrent force from Superman's gaze, Feilong raised his head involuntarily, facing the bleak moonlight, and let out a long howl.

In the eyes of the guardians of the metropolis, it seems that the comer is not good.