Marvel: Traveling through time with Warcraft skills

When Geralt and his party slowly drove into the town, an indescribable feeling of depression came over them.

The streets were deserted, with only a dead silence permeating every corner.

Geralt keenly noticed that behind the windows of the houses on both sides,

there seemed to be countless eyes secretly watching their every move.

He looked up and saw that all the residents were huddled in their homes,

secretly looking at these uninvited guests through the gaps in the curtains.

Their faces were as pale as paper, without any blood color.

And those pairs of eyes were full of bloodshot, red and a little scary,

as if they had stayed up all night without closing their eyes, and fatigue and fear had left deep marks on their faces.

Geralt and Coulson looked at each other, and they saw solemnity and doubt in each other's eyes.

They decided to go to the police station first, perhaps there would be some useful clues.

Inside the police station, the lights were dim and there was a dull atmosphere.

The sheriff sat behind his desk, looking at Coulson with a gloomy face, his tone was full of dissatisfaction and fatigue:

"Why are you here again? A few days ago, a few people who claimed to be from SHIELD came. They asked the same questions as you. I told them everything."

His voice was hoarse and dry, his eyes were full of bloodshot,

The dark circles under his eyes were as heavy as panda eyes, and it seemed that he had not rested well for several days and nights.

"Oh? Then do you know where they went?"

Coulson took a step forward, staring at the sheriff closely, trying to get a clue from him.

"How do I know? They just said they were going to investigate the identity of the weirdo in the dream, and then they never showed up again."

The sheriff shook his head helplessly.

His body leaned forward slightly, his hands resting weakly on the table,

The whole person seemed to be crushed by heavy pressure, showing fatigue and helplessness.

The sheriff slowly raised his head and began to tell Geralt and the others the origin of all this.

"The people in this town have been haunted by nightmares for almost a month."

The sheriff frowned slightly and fell into memories.

"At first, no one paid much attention to it. After all, it was just some scenes in the dream, and everyone thought it was just an ordinary nightmare."

"However, as the days passed, people gradually discovered an amazing thing in their mutual communication - the same weirdo appeared in everyone's dreams. It was a man in a striped sweater, and he had extremely sharp steel claws on his hands. Every time he appeared in the dream, he would chase us."

The sheriff sighed softly and continued:

"We also tried to report the situation to the relevant departments and seek help. However, no one believed us. They all thought it was just a collective hallucination or nonsense of the residents of the town."

At this point, a touch of bitterness and resentment appeared on his face.

"It was not until someone died that people really realized the seriousness of the problem. That person... He was killed by a steel claw cutting his throat, and his death was extremely tragic.

At this time, the sheriff's body trembled slightly,

"Since then, the whole town has been shrouded in the haze of fear. People don't know who will be swallowed by nightmares next, and every night has become a torment. Many people really can't stand this torture, and they choose to leave the town and escape from this cursed place.

After hearing the sheriff's detailed description of the weirdo, Geralt's pupils suddenly shrank, and his heart tightened involuntarily.

"Isn't this Freddy? When did Nightmare on Elm Street appear in Marvel?"

He murmured in a low voice, and his voice could not hide a trace of surprise and confusion.

"Colson, I came here in a hurry today, so I didn't ask. What is the name of this town?"

Geralt turned his head and asked Coulson.

"It seems to be called Elm Town."

Colson thought for a while, and then gave the answer.

He keenly noticed the change in Geralt's expression, and a trace of doubt arose in his heart, but he didn't say much.

"It is indeed Nightmare on Elm Street, which means Freddy is the culprit this time."

Geralt thought to himself, frowning slightly, his eyes revealing solemnity and concentration.

After confirming that the incident here was caused by Freddy,

Geralt began to try to recall the plot of Nightmare on Elm Street in his mind.

He only vaguely remembered that the evil ghost named Freddy

kept dragging people into the illusory yet extremely real dream world, and then brutally killed them.

And in the end, it seemed that someone found Freddy's weakness in the dream,

successfully dragged him out of the illusory world, and solved it, so as to end this nightmarish disaster.But he forgot the specific process and key details.

After finding out the missing agent's address from the sheriff,

Geralt and his team drove quickly to the address. Along the way, the atmosphere in the car was so depressing that it was hard to breathe.

Coulson focused on the steering wheel, while Geralt sat in the back seat, frowning and deep in thought.

After arriving at the destination, Coulson and his agents found an electronic investigation report in a computer after a careful search.

The page of the report clearly showed information about the mysterious weirdo - Freddy,

and the creepy ability: he could kill people in his dreams.

When he saw this information, Geralt's eyes became complicated in an instant,

and a strong sense of doubt and uneasiness surged in his heart.

This was obviously not the ghost that should have existed in the Marvel world.

Although the town was also called Elm Town, he knew that this Freddy was definitely not the one he remembered.

"This must have been made, but who has such a great ability?"

Geralt whispered to himself, and various thoughts flashed through his mind.

In this world, the only person who knows Freddy's detailed story and has the ability to do such a thing is

himself and that person.

When he thought that it might be her behind the scenes, Geralt's face became more and more solemn.

If it was really her, then this matter would be troublesome.

After a long period of contemplation and weighing, Geralt knew that if he wanted to carry out the next action smoothly,

he must let Coulson and his team have a certain degree of understanding of the enemy they were about to face.

So, he decided to tell everyone part of the truth.

He then gathered the agents together.

Under the focus of everyone's eyes, Geralt slowly spoke:

"After seeing those reports and what happened in this town, I finally understood what we are dealing with."

"It was a nightmare."

Geralt continued,

His eyes slowly swept across everyone's face to make sure they understood what he said,

"The so-called nightmare is generally formed by a human soul with a tragic life and tortured when alive, injected with the power of a dream demon.

This kind of demon has the ability to kill you in a dream. In that illusory but extremely real dream world, it is almost omnipotent.

Once you are unfortunately targeted by it, as long as you fall into a deep sleep, you are equivalent to putting yourself under its control and can only let it slaughter you."

As Geralt spoke, the agents' faces gradually showed solemn and nervous expressions.

They began to realize that the difficulty and danger of this mission far exceeded their imagination.