Marvel: Traveling through time with Warcraft skills

Seeing the worried and uneasy faces of his subordinates and agents,

Geralt's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a soothing smile.

"Don't be afraid, the nightmare does sound scary, but in fact, it is not difficult to deal with as long as you know its weaknesses."

"What are its weaknesses?"

Barton's resolute figure stood out from the crowd, and there was no fear in his eyes.

"Its weakness is very simple. Just like its name, the nightmare is only powerful in dreams. Once it comes to the real world, it is an ordinary murderer."

Geralt said calmly, his words were concise and clear,

but it was like a reassurance pill, which made the agents' originally high hearts fall a little.

After speaking, Geralt's face was stern, and he began to arrange the next task deployment in an orderly manner.

"Coulson, you lead a group of people to search for the whereabouts of the missing agent."

Coulson heard the words and immediately nodded solemnly, turned around and began to gather his team members.

"The rest of you stay. I have other arrangements, including Barton."

Geralt's eyes slowly swept over the remaining agents, and finally stopped at Barton's resolute face.

"If you want to completely get rid of Freddy, the key is to drag him out of the dream. And the way to achieve this goal is that one of you can successfully dream about it. As long as one person can dream about Freddy, he can't escape from my palm."

Geralt's tone gradually calmed the agents' originally uneasy hearts.

So, under Geralt's command, everyone began to try to fall asleep.

The atmosphere at this time was so quiet that it made people a little panic, and a solemn atmosphere filled the room.

In Geralt's imagination,

With Freddy's habit of wreaking havoc in dreams, in this town shrouded in darkness,

as long as someone dares to sleep peacefully, Freddy will inevitably appear in his dream like a shark that smells blood.

However, time passed slowly until they woke up one after another, but no one dreamed of Freddy as they wished.

"It seems that it knows I'm here and doesn't dare to take risks."

Geralt thought to himself.

At the same time, the search team led by Coulson carried out a carpet search in the town without stopping.

Finally, the traces of the missing agents were found in an abandoned factory.

The agents fell on the cold ground in all directions, all in a deep coma.

Coulson and others quickly brought them back.

But just when everyone just breathed a sigh of relief, a strange thing happened.

Those unconscious agents suddenly woke up without any signs.

Geralt stared at them, his mouth slightly raised, revealing a trace of disdain for Freddy's courage:

"Are you so afraid of me? You would rather let them wake up than give me a chance."

"I don't quite understand why Freddy entered our dreams, just to scare us?"

Coulson frowned, his eyes full of confusion.

"This is its way of survival. Demons like this usually feed on fear."

Geralt raised his head slightly,

"The more we fear it, the stronger it becomes. It kills people for the same reason, just to make us afraid of it, so that we know that once it catches us in a dream, we're dead.

In this way, fear will grow wildly in people's hearts like weeds, and it can draw nutrients from it and continuously strengthen its own strength."

After a while, the agents who had just woken up gradually adjusted their state.

There was still a trace of fear and fear in their eyes, but they still tried to calm themselves down and

began to tell about the thrilling experience in the dream.

"We fell asleep without any warning while investigating the abandoned factory."

An agent said with lingering fear, his voice trembling slightly, as if he was still in that terrible dream.

"In the dream, only Freddy's weird laughter echoed in the empty factory.

We ran desperately, trying to escape from his pursuit, but the abandoned factory was like a maze with no exit. No matter how we ran, we were always spinning in the same place.

Freddy seemed to enjoy the feeling of chasing very much. He was not in a hurry to kill us. He just approached slowly, step by step, making our fear continue to rise. That feeling... It's really worse than death."

The other agents nodded one after another, their faces were full of fear of that nightmarish experience.

The next day, the bad news came that two more people suffered a tragic disaster, and the tragic death was horrifying.

One of them was torn into several pieces by a powerful force;

The other one was even worse, his skin was torn aliveAfter being stripped of his clothes, his face was distorted by extreme pain.

His eyes seemed to be telling the endless torture he had suffered in his life.

These two horrific murders were like heavy bombs,

and instantly broke the already tight string of fear in the whole town.

The fear of the residents was like a surging tide, almost breaking the limit of the dam,

Despair and helplessness filled the air.

After Geralt learned about this, his face instantly became extremely ugly, so gloomy that it seemed to drip water.

His brows were tightly knitted into a "chuan" character, and his deep eyes flashed with a light of anger and worry,

He thought to himself:

"I don't know why Freddy is getting anxious and has started killing people to speed up the harvest of fear."

At this moment, Coulson hurried over with a quick step,

Dense beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead, and his eyes were full of anxiety and panic.

"Something happened. Everyone in the town fell asleep one by one!"

His voice changed slightly due to anxiety. Before he finished speaking,

the team members around him began to faint one by one as if their souls had been taken away.

In just a moment, only Geralt and Coulson were left standing.

Even Barton, who had always been resolute, was not spared and fell down.

"Are you ready to face me with all your strength?"

Geralt sneered.

"In that case, come on, let me see how strong you are in your dreams."

After that, he turned to Coulson and said:

"You watch our bodies, I'll go in and rescue Barton and the others, and take care of Freddy by the way."

"Are you sure?"

Colson's face was full of worry, and his eyes revealed his concern for Geralt.

This was not only a worry about Geralt's personal safety,

but also a doubt about the fate of the entire town and whether this nightmare disaster could be successfully prevented.

"Who do you think I am? Pull the boat over." Geralt suddenly said.

"???" Coulson.

"Forget it, you don't understand this joke, just ignore it."

After saying that, Geralt slowly walked to Barton's side, squatted down, and gently placed his hand on Barton's head.

He took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, and his whole breath instantly became calm and restrained, as if he was establishing some kind of mysterious connection with the world around him.

After a moment, his consciousness easily crossed the boundary between reality and dreams.