Marvel: Traveling through time with Warcraft skills

Fear, like an out-of-control fountain, surged fiercely from the deepest part of Patton's heart, and instantly submerged his entire soul with overwhelming force. This kind of fear was not fear in the ordinary sense, but a kind of despair and horror that penetrated the soul and was enough to destroy the will. Under the impact of this unprecedented strong fear, Patton felt that his consciousness was like a lonely boat in a storm, and even his rock-solid will began to crumble. "Do you want to give up? I can't hold on. I might as well die with this feeling." Patton's heart was filled with dark thoughts, and his belief in survival almost collapsed under the pressure of fear. However, at this critical moment, his mind suddenly flashed with the kind and warm voices and smiles of his family. Those beautiful memories were like stars in the dark. "I will never die here. Ahhhhh!"

Patton opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes were full of bloodshot, and veins popped out like earthworms on his forehead and neck.

He used all his strength and stood up from his seat, shouting.

The moment he stood up, the fear magically disappeared without a trace.

Patton seemed to have woken up from a long and terrible nightmare.

He was sweating all over, and the sweat soaked his clothes and flowed down his cheeks and arms.

His chest rose and fell violently, he gasped for breath, and his legs were slightly weak.

When the suffocating fear dissipated, the scene was in a mess.

The crowd that was originally sitting neatly was now staggering, and only a few people were still barely awake.

Their eyes revealed the relief and fatigue of surviving the disaster.

Coulson, the usually calm SHIELD agent, was now pale and sweating.

Most of the others fainted in shock.

Geralt stood there with a look of embarrassment and regret on his face.

He had originally just wanted to let everyone experience the fear element in the curse power,

and he did his best to control and reduce the power during the casting process,

but he didn't expect the warlock's fear magic to be so strong.

After all, this was the first time he used this power on ordinary people,

and his estimation of its power was obviously seriously wrong.

At this time, Nick Fury, who had been eavesdropping outside the door, was not completely spared.

Although he was relatively far away and was only slightly affected,

the power of fear still quietly sneaked into his body like a cold venomous snake,

making him tremble involuntarily.

He clenched his teeth and tried his best to control his body.

After a short and difficult adjustment, he took a deep breath and tried to calm his expression.

He pushed the door open and stepped into the house as if nothing had happened.

He quickly scanned the scene in the house and finally landed on Geralt. He asked calmly:

"What happened?"

A moment later, the training ground of SHIELD was like a temporary emergency battlefield.

A group of stretchers hurriedly shuttled through it.

The medical staff nervously carried those who were knocked down by fear onto the stretchers one by one.

Natasha, who had just returned from outside, witnessed the scene in front of her and was full of doubts.

She turned to look at Coulson and asked softly:

"What happened to them?"

Coulson shook his head helplessly, squeezed out a bitter smile on his face, and replied:

"They experienced a fear test."

There was an indescribable bitterness and ridicule in his words,

as if he was trying to cover up the seriousness of what had just happened in a relaxed way.

However, Natasha still looked confused, and her puzzled expression did not dissipate because of Coulson's answer.

Meanwhile, in Nick Fury's majestic office, Geralt was explaining helplessly.

"It's not my fault. They asked to experience it themselves. I have tried my best to reduce the power."

He spread his hands, with an innocent expression, but his eyes revealed a trace of fear of the situation that had just gone out of control.

Nick Fury sat behind his desk, his expression as serious as a statue.

He stared at Geralt with his one eye, and said in an unquestionable tone:

"In short, don't use this move if you can. According to what you said, the range of this move is still not distinguished between enemies and me."

"OK OK. I will try not to use it. Then let's just let this matter go."

Geralt was really afraid that Nick Fury would ask him to pay for the medical expenses of those people.

"By the way, is there really no talent among those people?"

Nick Fury frowned slightly, his eyes full of tears.With a hint of unwillingness, he suddenly changed the subject, breaking the silence for a moment.

He stared at Geralt closely, as if he still had a glimmer of hope, hoping to get a different answer from him.

"It's a pity, but this is normal. If you randomly arrange a group of people, among whom there are people with magical talents, then the ratio is abnormal."

Geralt shook his head gently, with a little helplessness and regret on his face.

Nick Fury heard this and couldn't help but feel a deep pity in his heart.

He knew very well that in this supernatural field full of unknowns and dangers, if he could have a group of agents who mastered magical powers,

it would be of immeasurable help to SHIELD in dealing with various mysterious threats.

"Without talent, can't you really learn magic?"

He sighed slightly, and his voice was full of helplessness and unwillingness.

"That's not to say there is no way."

Geralt originally just muttered to himself,

but he didn't expect that this sentence was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirring up thousands of waves in Nick Fury's heart.

Nick Fury couldn't believe his ears,

his eyes, which were originally slightly dim, suddenly lit up, full of surprise and suspicion.

"Is there really a way?"

He took a step forward eagerly, leaning forward slightly, as if he was afraid that he had heard it wrong or that Geralt would suddenly regret it.

"There is a side method called the potion sequence, which can make ordinary people become a special potion master."

Geralt looked at Nick Fury's anxious look and explained slowly.

His voice was calm and steady, but it sounded like the sound of nature to Nick Fury.

Nick Fury's face instantly swept away the loss, unwillingness and helplessness just now,

and was replaced by an irrepressible excitement and expectation.

His eyes were fixed on Geralt.

"Tell me in detail what this method is?"

"Do you know why only people with magic talent can learn magic?"

Geralt raised his head slightly and said

"This talent is actually the degree of sensitivity to magic elements"

"Just like a radio receiving radio signals, the stronger the sensitivity, the more sensitive it is to capture the fluctuations of magic elements, and the stronger the talent; on the contrary, the weaker the sensitivity, the more difficult it will be to learn magic, and the weaker the talent. And if there is no sensitivity, then there is no talent at all."

Nick Fury listened attentively, his eyes full of curiosity and expectation, afraid of missing any details.

"But this is not absolute."

Geralt changed the subject, and his tone slightly emphasized a bit of mystery.

"In the distant ancient times, there was a group of ordinary people who were rejected by their talents. They were unwilling to linger on the edge of the magic world forever."

"In order to be able to step into the magic field, they relied on their own wisdom and found a unique method - using magic potions instead of talents."