Marvel: Traveling through time with Warcraft skills

Time passed quietly, and a few days later,

The iconic black vehicle of SHIELD cut through the quiet roads around the town,

and slowly drove towards this mysterious place surrounded by a strange atmosphere.

However, they never returned.

Another morning, Coulson and Barton stood on the edge of the town.

Their eyes were solemn, examining the town in front of them shrouded in a strange atmosphere.

"Did our people lose contact in this place?"

Coulson frowned slightly.

The agent next to him quickly stood at attention and answered in a serious and respectful tone:

"Yes. They came to investigate the strange things in this town. After entering the town, they lost contact."

He always looked straight ahead, not daring to slack off.

"What strange thing?"

Coulson frowned even more tightly, his deep eyes were full of doubts,

and once again cast his eyes on this seemingly peaceful town.

"Residents of this town have nightmares all the time. And everyone dreams of the same person, a weirdo wearing a striped sweater and with an iron claw on his hand. Some people have already died, at the hands of the weirdo in the dream."

The agent's face was more serious than ever before.

His words instantly raised the alertness of Coulson and Barton to the peak.

Coulson stood at the edge of the town and watched for a long time.

After that, he still planned to venture into the town to find out.

His black car drove silently into the town.

However, just as the car entered the town,

Coulson felt an inexplicable chill, which surged rapidly from the back of his head and spread throughout his body in an instant.

The chill seemed to reach his bones, causing every pore of his body to shrink involuntarily.

"Stop!"

Coulson's voice was urgent and decisive.

Upon hearing the order, his subordinates immediately stepped on the brakes and the vehicle stopped abruptly.

"What's wrong?"

Barton in another car asked loudly through the window with a puzzled look on his face.

His eyes were full of confusion. He didn't understand why Coulson suddenly ordered to stop the car just after entering the town.

"We can call Geralt."

Colson said with a solemn face and a low and serious tone.

His eyes still scanned the surroundings vigilantly, as if there were countless pairs of prying eyes hidden in the air around him.

"Is it a mysterious incident?"

Barton's expression became nervous in an instant. He knew very well how dangerous the "mysterious incident" in Coulson's mouth meant.

The uneasiness in his heart continued to spread like a tide.

"As soon as I entered this town, my mental power began to be alert, and the magic power in my body began to become dull."

Colson slowly raised his head and looked at the sky.

The sky above the town seemed to be covered by an invisible haze. It was like a huge net that tightly bound the entire town. "The dark power has spread throughout the town." Coulson's voice seemed particularly heavy in this silent and strange atmosphere. In Geralt's shop, Geralt was sitting quietly, flipping through a tattered old book. Suddenly, a crisp cell phone ring broke the silence in the store. Geralt raised his head slightly, his eyes moved away from the pages of the book, and saw that the caller ID was Coulson. He raised his mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile, and picked up the phone casually: "What's the matter, Coulson, you usually don't contact me if you have nothing to do." However, what came from the other end of the phone was Coulson's solemn and serious voice: "A mysterious incident has occurred, and we need you here." There was a hint of urgency and worry in the voice, as if the situation was extremely serious. "Is it serious?"

Hearing this, the smile on Geralt's face disappeared instantly, replaced by a face full of concentration and seriousness.

He knew very well that once involved in a mysterious incident, it often meant danger.

"We have lost contact with several agents, and their lives and deaths are still unknown."

Colson's words stirred up waves in Geralt's heart.

Geralt slowly stood up, gently closed the ancient book in his hand, and put it back on the table.

He straightened his clothes and said firmly:

"I understand, tell me the address."

Colson waited patiently for Geralt's arrival at the edge of the town.

Time slowly flowed in this quiet and weird atmosphere, and every minute and every second seemed to be infinitely stretched.

After a while, a clear and high-pitched eagle cry came from the sky.

Everyone looked up when they heard the sound,

and saw a vigorous eagle swooping down in the direction of Coulson like an arrow from a string.

Just before landing, the eagle flashed with lightning and turned into Geralt.

His posture was upright, his black robe fluttered gently in the wind, and his face was wearing that iconic confident smile.

This sudden scene, let alone those inexperienced agents,

even Coulson, who was always calm and experienced, was frightened by this strange scene and his heart beat suddenly.

For a moment, all the agents, including Barton, instinctively raised their guns and pointed them at Geralt.

The black muzzle of the gun flashed a cold metallic luster in the sun, and the atmosphere instantly became extremely tense.

"Hey, calm down, brothers. Are you going to kill your boss?"

Seeing this, Geralt raised his hands calmly,

still with a calm smile on his face, trying to ease the tense situation.

"Can you still do this? Why don't you open the portal?"

After a brief moment of astonishment, Coulson quickly regained his composure.

His eyes were full of surprise and curiosity, and he couldn't help asking.

"I can't help it. There is no magic location for me here. The place I teleport to must be where I have been, so I came here in this way."

Geralt shrugged slightly, with a helpless look on his face,

explaining to Coulson why he didn't open the portal as usual.

Then, Geralt's eyes slowly turned to the town in front of him, which seemed calm but actually harboured danger.

His eyes revealed solemnity and concentration, as if he could penetrate the surface and reach the dark core hidden deep inside.

"Is this the town where the incident happened? There is indeed a problem. This strong dark power is about to form a demonic domain."

Geralt's voice was low and serious.

"Demonic domain? What does it mean?"

Colson asked with a puzzled look on his face.

The agents around also pricked up their ears and listened attentively.

Everyone's face was full of tension and curiosity.

"The Demon Realm is a unique ability of the great demons with climate. Their power will be greatly increased in it, which is very troublesome."

Geralt frowned slightly and explained patiently.

His words were concise and clear, but they suddenly increased the pressure in everyone's hearts.

The palms of the agents couldn't help sweating slightly, and there was a little more fear in their eyes.

"Let's go in and see who is blind and dares to make trouble so blatantly."

After Geralt finished speaking, he strode towards Coulson's car and sat in the car in a cool manner.

Seeing this, Coulson and other agents also quickly got in the car, and the convoy started slowly and drove slowly into the town.

As the vehicles gradually went deeper into the town, the surrounding air became colder and heavier.