Marvel: Traveling through time with Warcraft skills

"Who are you?"

General Ross's eyes briefly paused on the mysterious fluorescent shield on his body, and then he quickly raised his head.

With vigilance and doubt in his eyes, he stared at Geralt closely.

"Geralt, special consultant of S.H.I.E.L.D."

Geralt bowed slightly, with a polite and humble smile on his face, and introduced himself to Ross in a dignified manner.

"S.H.I.E.L.D.? Nick Fury still took action. He actually has a capable person like you under his command. Young man, you saved the lives of both my father and my daughter. I, Ross, will remember it."

General Ross frowned slightly, with a hint of complex emotions in his tone.

Hearing Ross call him "young man", Geralt just smiled lightly and didn't care too much.

Geralt slowly turned his head and cast his eyes back to the fiercely fighting Hulk and Abomination.

On the battlefield, Hulk and Abomination were still wrestling together.

When Hulk saw his girlfriend escape from danger safely, he began to focus on the Abomination in front of him.

The two figures intertwined and started a fierce battle that was difficult to separate.

In this fierce battle, the two sides were evenly matched and the battle was deadlocked.

However, Hulk relied on his gradual familiarity with the attack mode of the Abomination and the unyielding anger deep in his heart.

He took advantage of the momentary flaw after the attack of the Abomination and stretched out his strong and powerful arms at lightning speed.

It strangled the neck of the Abomination as accurately as a pair of pliers.

A trace of panic flashed in the originally fierce eyes of the Abomination.

It struggled desperately, and its huge body twisted violently, trying to break free from the Hulk's restraints.

Its strong arms waved randomly, and its feet stomped wildly on the ground, splashing pieces of dust and gravel.

But Hulk tightly strangled the abomination's neck, the veins on his arms bulged, his teeth clenched,

Every muscle was stretched to the extreme due to the force.

As time went by, the abomination's struggle gradually became weaker, and its movements became slower and slower.

Until the end, under Hulk's strong control, the abomination slowly lost consciousness.

Hulk looked at the abomination in front of him, and the anger in his eyes had not completely dissipated,

but he finally restrained himself and did not kill him.

He slowly loosened his arm that was strangling the abomination's neck and stood up.

The towering figure seemed particularly lonely and powerful on the battlefield filled with gunpowder.

"Hey! Don't pretend to be deep, your future father-in-law and girlfriend are still watching."

Just when the smoke had not yet dissipated and the tense atmosphere was still in the air,

a slightly teasing but particularly inappropriate voice came.

Geralt stood not far away, seeing Hulk standing still like a sculpture, so he kindly reminded him.

Hulk's huge and slightly tired body shook slightly, and he slowly turned his head.

His eyes still retained the vigilance after the battle and a little bit of subtle confusion.

His eyes were fixed on Geralt.

After a moment, his eyes slowly moved to his girlfriend not far away.

Complex emotions were instantly intertwined in his eyes, with deep affection and attachment, but also mixed with a trace of worry and helplessness.

He knew that the power he could not control now was an unpredictable danger to the people around him.

After a short silence and inner struggle, Hulk finally made a decision.

He looked at his girlfriend deeply, as if he wanted to engrave her appearance in his heart forever.

Then, he turned around resolutely and chose to leave alone, away from the hustle and bustle,

to find a way to learn to control this powerful force.

Watching Hulk leave, Geralt exhaled lightly, and felt that it was time to return to his quiet little nest and sort out his thoughts. "Then I'll take my leave." Geralt said politely to General Ross and his daughter. As soon as he finished speaking, a faint blue light appeared around him. His figure flashed and disappeared in front of Ross and his daughter. With Geralt's departure, the mysterious oval light shield shrouding General Ross and his daughter also dissipated into thin air. General Ross stood there blankly, and his eyes still retained the shock and surprise of the magical scene just now. He slowly raised his head and looked at the direction where Geralt disappeared, and couldn't help but sighed sincerely: "When will I have such a capable person under my command?" There was a hint of envy and helplessness in the voice. At this time, in another corner of the city, Geralt took Mina and Hans back to his own shop smoothly. However,This silence did not last long, and the phone rang.

Geralt had already guessed who it was, and after answering the call, Nick Fury's voice rang.

In the director's office of S.H.I.E.L.D., Nick Fury's one eye was fixed on the thrilling scenes on the screen:

The werewolf's agile figure shuttled through the battlefield, and his sharp claws flashed cold light in the air;

The vampire Mina was light, her red eyes were like burning flames, and her sharp nails seemed to be able to tear everything apart easily;

And the huge abomination was rampaging like a giant beast.

The three of them fought together, and the whole scene seemed like a carnival from hell.

Nick Fury stared at all this quietly, and for a long time, he frowned slightly and remained silent.

There were thousands of thoughts in his mind, and after a moment, he slowly picked up the phone on the table and dialed Geralt's number.

"Geralt, thanks to you for what happened today, but shouldn't you explain to me about your two men?"

Nick Fury's voice was low and serious.

Geralt was sitting in his shop when he heard the ringing of his cell phone.

He picked it up calmly. After hearing what Nick Fury said, the corners of his mouth slightly raised and he laughed softly:

"Haven't you seen everything about them? Can't you guess what they are? Although they are rare, there's no need to make a fuss."

There was a hint of ridicule and calmness in his tone, and he didn't regard it as a serious problem.

"Vampires and werewolves?"

Nick Fury's voice came from the phone, with a hint of emotion and helplessness in his tone that was difficult to conceal.

"I feel that since I met you, my worldview has been constantly refreshed. I won't be surprised if anything strange appears in the future."

As he spoke, he slowly leaned back in his chair.

"Register them at SHIELD when you have time."

After Nick Fury gave the order, he hung up the phone.

Geralt listened to the busy tone on the phone and shrugged lightly.

He felt a little tired.

It was a tiring day, and he had to deal with various matters of SHIELD at night.

"Alas, SHIELD is really unkind."

After saying that, he went to rest.

In a quiet and ordinary town.

A young girl was lying on her bed.

Suddenly, she was pulled by an invisible force and woke up suddenly from her sleep.

Her eyes were wide open, her pupils were full of fear and anxiety, and her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

She dreamed of the creepy figure again - the weirdo in a striped sweater with metal claws on his hands.

In the dream, the weirdo was always following her, no matter how she fled or hid, it always entangled her tightly.

The girl's body trembled slightly, she sat up slowly,

and subconsciously held the cross on the pillow tightly with both hands.

The cross in her hands seemed to be her only spiritual sustenance, and she began to pray devoutly:

"God, please help me get rid of the nightmare and let me sleep peacefully."

At this time, the whole town seemed to be shrouded in a strange atmosphere.

On the dark streets, there seemed to be a pair of eyes hidden in the dark, peeking at everything.

In the shadows of the houses, there seemed to be some mysterious power quietly surging.

It seemed that a huge storm was coming,

but the people in the town were unaware of it and were still sleeping under this seemingly calm appearance.