Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

"The tumultuous alien invasion has ended. The UFO landed on the moon. We still don’t know who destroyed it, as well as the alien named Carl El. What did he grow? So? Is it a man or a woman? We don’t have any news. Okay, what follows is a report from the front reporter Louis Lane."

　　 "Good morning everyone, this is Louis Lane, and next to me is Dr. Amy Hamilton, consultant of North American Air Defense Command, hello, doctor."

　　 "Hello, Miss Lane."

　　 "Do you have anything to share with you about the UFO incident last week?"

　　 "Uh, obviously this is an incident in which aliens tried to invade the earth but were prevented by some mysterious person."

"Then the identities of the two mysterious people have been found out? Are there those Carl El that aliens are looking for?" Louis held up the vague photo, and two people could be seen vaguely above. shadow.

　　 Hamilton lifted the frame of the frame: "This still needs to be verified, but it is clear that they must live on the earth and have technology far beyond ours."

　　 "I understand, that is, there is still no way to confirm their detailed identity, right?"

　　 "Yes, Louis, but NASA has taken emergency measures. We plan to launch a rocket to the moon next month to see if we can find some useful information."

　　 "Wow, this is a big deal! Then will we send someone to land on the moon to find the broken spacecraft?"

　　 "Do not rule out this possibility..."

　　 "Okay, Miss Lane, the doctor has revealed enough," then a soldier wearing a helmet came to them and interrupted the interview, "Please leave with me."

　　 "Wait for the soldier, I will ask one last question, Doctor, if we find the mysterious man, or Karl El, what shall we do?"

Dr. 　　 was silent for a while, then shook his head: "I don't know either." After speaking, he turned and left here.

　　 "Doctor, doctor!"

　　Along with Louis Lane's shout, Hamilton entered the room without looking back.

　　 "No news yet, General?"

"No, Dr. Hamilton, we have mobilized all the satellites to try to find their tracks, but obviously we have failed." Swanwick frowned and looked at the huge electronic screen. The countless pictures on it were rapidly switching. The President ordered us to find this Karl El and the people with him at all costs, but..."

　　 "With their technology, if we don't want us to find it, then we can't find it."

　　 "I understand, but the President's order has been issued. Alas, you will stay here first, and I will report to the President."

After leaving the room, the female reporter who completed the interview could not wait to stand at the door of the North American Air Defense Command and start to summarize: "Obviously, after confirmation by the doctor, we can understand that humans are not the only intelligent creatures in the universe. Aliens may be hiding by our side, Luis Lane of Planet Daily, Cheyenne Mountain reports."

The editor-in-chief of 　　 Planet Daily turned off the TV with a "pop", then turned to look at the editors in front of him: "Are the headlines ready for tomorrow?"

　　 "It's ready, Perry, this is a sample report."

　　 Perry looked at the brand-new newspaper that exuded the fragrance of ink, with the huge black font "Who are they?" reflecting the dim light, accompanied by the spaceship and the blurred photograph of the silhouette, and nodded in satisfaction.

　　 Gotham, Wayne Manor.

　　Bruce turned off the TV and turned to look at the people sitting behind him: "According to Aristophanes, how will crises like this one become more and more in the future?"

"Yes, Bruce, this is the coming new era. But Zatanna and Naboo deal with some issues related to magic. I have also left some back players. You don’t need to worry about it. The earth will do."

　　 Bruce frowned: "I say so, but we are not enough. We need to find some helpers."

"Don't worry about manpower, Bruce," Aristophane said. "With the help of alien invasion, people with special abilities like you will appear in front of people more and more, wait and see." A genius remembers one second in Chinese mx/8/1/z/wc/o/m/

　　 Looking at the determined Aristophane, Bruce stopped talking, but turned to ask the son of the farmer in the white shirt: "Clark, have you really decided? To be honest, I am against you doing this."

　　 Clark picked up the big glass on the table and drank the golden wine: "It's okay Bruce, anyway, no one but you have seen my face.

　　 In addition, I also think that this job can keep me on a high level of alertness, and people will not look at me differently, and they will not doubt whether I am going to dangerous places or looking for answers. "

　　 "Okay, since you have decided, then I have no objection. Next, the second question, how to deal with those Kryptonians who are locked in Paradise Island?"

　　 "...Close it first, after all, there are only a few Kryptonians left in this universe." Clark sighed, then turned to ask Diana, "Is there anything I need to pay?"

　　 "A spaceship is enough," Diana shook her head, "not to mention that the smart program left by your father is still assisting the Paradise Island Group."

　　 Then everyone had lunch. Aristophan took Diana and Clark out of Wayne Manor, while Bruce entered his study. New 81 Chinese network update the fastest mobile terminal: https:/

　　 He took a book, and then condensed a trace of magic in his left hand and pressed it on the wall behind the bookshelf.

　　 The bookshelf quietly turned away a small opening~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He stepped in and walked through the tortuous alleyway to a brightly lit underground hall.

　　 looked up, the slender steel bracket was engraved with densely packed runes, emitting a strange blue light under the illumination of fluorescent lamps, and in the distance were strange-looking airplanes and chariots.

　　 He wandered onto a high platform about ten square meters. A huge computer was placed near the wall, and a set of unfinished black armor was placed on the table in the middle.

　　 He sat down at the table, took off the incredibly hard carving knife, and began to carve carefully on the arm armor.

　　 After a while, Alfred’s voice came into the ears of the focused Bruce Wayne. He raised his head and saw his butler walking in with a dinner plate: “Master Bruce, it’s time for dinner.”

　　 "Let it go over there, wait until I finish carving this." Bruce said, lowering his head and continuing the carving.

　　 Alfred carefully put down the dinner in his hand and stood quietly behind him watching Bruce work.

　　 "Afu, go to the cabinet over there and get me a charged sapphire. Remember to wear gloves."

　　 "Good master," Alfred walked to the storage cabinet on the other side, which was filled with various gems. He took a sapphire from Sri Lanka and gave it to Bruce.

　　 Wayne carefully set the sapphire on his arm armor, chanting a spell, and a white light flashed. The rune he carved seemed to be alive, emitting a deep blue light.

　　 "Huh, the left arm armor is also complete, and then the leg armor and cloak are left."