Marvel: Traveling through time with Warcraft skills

Stark Expo at night.

The venue was brightly lit, and the bright lights complemented each other, illuminating the entire venue like daylight.

Crowds from all directions gathered here like a tide, their faces full of excitement and expectation,

all looking at the area above the stage where the lights were focused.

Under the eager gaze of the crowd, a plane slowly flew by.

Suddenly, a figure jumped down from the plane, that was Tony Stark.

He wore the iconic steel battle suit, and a dazzling metallic luster crossed the night sky.

As the height decreased, he adjusted his posture,

and landed steadily on the stage in a very cool and powerful superhero-style single-knee landing posture.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and then, like a surging tsunami,

everyone at the scene burst into crazy shouts.

Cheers and screams intertwined, forming a deafening sound wave that echoed in the venue for a long time.

People waved their fluorescent sticks and placards, their faces full of excitement and admiration.

Tony Stark stood up slowly, he raised his head slightly,

a confident and complacent smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, enjoying this glorious moment of cheering by the crowd.

Geralt stood aside, looking at Mina who was also excited and shouting, and shook his head helplessly.

But I have to admit that the Iron Man suit is really handsome.

On the stage, the mechanical device slowly operated, and several technological mechanical hands,

in a slight metal friction sound and the hum of mechanical operation,

they skillfully untied the various connection parts of the Iron Man suit, with precise and smooth movements.

Tony, dressed in a straight suit, walked out gracefully,

he adjusted his tie, and walked to the center of the stage with confident steps.

At this time, the thunderous cheers from the audience gradually subsided, and the audience quieted down with expectation,

Their eyes followed Tony's figure closely.

Tony cleared his throat and began to talk about his grand vision of future technology in his infectious voice.

"Now, a special guest will come back from the past to explain it all to you.

Please welcome my father, Howard Stark."

Tony's voice echoed in the venue. After Howard's video played, he turned around and walked backstage in a chic manner.

In a relatively quiet corner backstage, Tony quickly found Geralt.

His face was filled with unconcealable pride.

"How is my expo?"

Tony's voice had a hint of showing off.

"You came to me to say this, showing off?"

Geralt looked at Tony's appearance, shrugged helplessly, and a look of knowing whether to laugh or cry appeared on his face.

"Would you like to perform a magic trick on stage later? With your skills, you will definitely be very popular."

Tony said to Geralt.

If Geralt used magic to amaze the audience,

it would undoubtedly become another eye-catching highlight of the Expo tonight.

"Magic? You are insulting my dignity as a wizard. I will not perform with such ancient knowledge."

Geralt frowned, with a hint of displeasure in his eyes.

He straightened up, with a serious expression, and firmly rejected Tony's proposal,

as if defending some kind of sacred and inviolable belief.

"One million US dollars."

Tony threw out an attractive figure without hesitation.

"It's not about money, it's mainly because it hurts my self-esteem."

Geralt was unmoved.

"Three million US dollars."

Tony raised the price, his eyes full of confidence, as if he was sure that Geralt would eventually succumb to the temptation of money.

"I can't perform."

Geralt still sticks to his bottom line.

"Five million, the last price."

Tony's voice rose slightly, with a hint of unquestionable toughness in his tone.

Geralt immediately said:

"What do you want to see?"

Hearing this, Tony laughed triumphantly.

He secretly sighed in his heart, there is indeed nothing that money can't do, if there is, it means that the money is not enough.

Tony took a confident step and stepped into the center of the stage covered by the spotlight again.

At this time, the cheers from the audience were gradually subsiding,

People's eyes followed his figure closely, waiting for his next words with expectation.

"Now I solemnly introduce my private magician to everyone, he will give you a wonderful performance."

Tony's voice echoed in the venue through the loudspeaker, instantly igniting a new round of enthusiasm among the audience.

In the crowdUnder the eager gaze, Geralt walked out slowly and hesitantly in the backstage.

His steps were a little stiff, and his expression was a little unnatural,

which was in sharp contrast to his usual calmness.

After all, for him who was used to keeping a low profile and focusing on the study of mysterious magic,

standing on this stage in the public eye to perform was undoubtedly a new and slightly embarrassing challenge.

At first, Geralt's movements were still a little restrained.

However, as the audience's enthusiastic cheers continued to reach his ears,

he seemed to be infected by the warm atmosphere, gradually put down his worries, and began to relax.

At this moment, he finally understood a little why Tony was so keen to show himself under the cheers and attention of the crowd.

This feeling of being admired and expected by everyone brought an indescribable pleasure and satisfaction.

Then, Geralt began to officially perform his magic.

He stretched out his right hand slightly, palm facing up, and in an instant, a ball of blazing flame appeared out of thin air.

Then, Geralt raised his hand lightly and threw the flame into the sky.

The magical thing is that the flame seemed to be given life the moment it left his palm,

and it quickly changed its shape in the air.

It first outlined the outlines of lifelike animals like a smart brush,

those animals were running or jumping, as if they were having a grand carnival;

Then, the flame turned into a graceful dancer,

they danced in the air, their skirts flying, and every movement was smooth and graceful,

as if they were performing a touching story.

The audience in the audience was deeply shocked by this magical scene, they opened their mouths wide,

stared at the spectacle of fire in the sky without blinking, their faces full of amazement and disbelief.

A moment later, thunderous applause and cheers broke out, resounding throughout the venue.

In the backstage area, Tony stood quietly, his eyes fixed on Geralt's every move on the stage.

When he saw Geralt's magical performance,

a hint of subtle surprise flashed across Tony's confident eyes.

"Sure enough, he should really be a magician."

Tony whispered to himself, with a hint of sincere admiration for Geralt's magic skills in his voice.

His thoughts began to drift with the ever-changing flames on the stage,

and suddenly a flash of inspiration came to his mind, and a bold idea appeared.

"I wonder if his magic can be combined with my iron suit? Magic iron suit, this idea is great!"

Tony's eyes lit up instantly.

He rubbed his hands excitedly.

This idea of ​​combining magic with high-tech,

for Tony, is like opening a door to a whole new field,

full of infinite possibilities and unknown challenges.

"When I have time, I'll discuss this with him."

Tony made up his mind secretly.