Marvel: Traveling through time with Warcraft skills

At the place where Thor's hammer was placed.

Loki came quietly, his eyes fixed on the hammer, his eyes flashing with complex desire and ambition.

He slowly stretched out his hand, but no matter how hard he tried, Thor's hammer seemed to be rooted in the earth, motionless.

A trace of disappointment flashed across Loki's face.

He sighed softly, then turned around and left quietly.

At the moment of leaving, he inexplicably felt a strange feeling of being spied on.

In fact, the scene that just happened had already been seen by Geralt.

Geralt hid in the shadows not far away, his mouth corners slightly raised, and he almost laughed out loud.

He thought to himself that this Thor's hammer seemed to have a unique magic,

which could arouse everyone's curiosity and desire for challenge,

making them eager to test whether they were qualified to pick it up.

At the same time, outside the base,

Dr. Eric and Jane were anxiously negotiating with the guards of the base, asking them to release Thor.

The two looked worried and persistent, especially Jane, whose eyes revealed her concern for Thor.

After learning about the situation outside, Geralt walked out calmly.

When his figure appeared in front of everyone, Eric and Jane couldn't help but show extremely surprised expressions.

"Eric, long time no see, and Jane is here too."

Geralt smiled and greeted.

"Professor Geralt!?"

Eric and Jane never thought they would meet Geralt here.

One of them was Geralt's former colleague, and the other was a former student.

"Sir, they are going to take away the intruder."

Ward walked quickly to Geralt's side and reported to Geralt.

"Sir? Geralt, when did you become an employee of SHIELD?"

Eric couldn't help but widen his eyes when he heard Ward address Geralt, and asked in surprise.

"I work part-time as a consultant for SHIELD in between teaching."

Geralt still had that iconic smile on his face, and responded in a relaxed tone.

"Professor Geralt, can you ask them to release Thor? He's just a little mentally ill, and he has no ill intentions."

Jane was anxious and asked Geralt for help

"What is your relationship with him? You know, he broke in alone, which is not something that ordinary people can do."

Geralt narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Jane with a sharp gaze.

In fact, Geralt had already made a decision in his heart after they appeared, and planned to let Thor go with them.

After all, Thor staying here is like a lightning rod, which will inevitably lead to more troubles and disputes.

At this moment, his inquiry is just a routine matter.

"He is our friend, a fitness fanatic, and his skills are acquired through practice."

The excuse Jane made up in a hurry seemed particularly poor, and even she herself seemed a little lacking in confidence when she said it.

However, Geralt did not intend to dwell on this excuse too much.

He nodded gently, and then gave an order, signaling his men to release Thor and let him leave with Jane and others.

"Just let him go? Didn't you say that his safety is important?"

Colson frowned slightly, with a hint of confusion and worry in his eyes.

He looked at the backs of Thor and others gradually going away, and turned to ask Geralt a question.

"It would be a big trouble for him to stay here, so it would be better to let him move freely. We can send someone to watch him."

Geralt crossed his arms, stared deeply into the distance, and explained in a calm and steady tone.

Colson nodded slightly to show his understanding.

"I'm going to go outside. It's a bit boring in the base."

Geralt suddenly broke the brief silence and said softly.

Although Colson was confused, he didn't say much because he trusted Geralt.

Geralt walked out of the base slowly and stepped into the vast desert wilderness at night.

He walked step by step, and the sand under his feet made a slight "rustling" sound,

as if it was the only response to this silent place.

He walked like this for a long time until the outline of the base completely disappeared from his sight.

"Come out, you have been following me for so long, what do you want to do?"

Geralt suddenly stopped and turned to look behind.

In an instant, the air seemed to be slightly distorted, and Loki's figure slowly appeared behind him like a ghost.

He was wearing a black suit, and his iconic evil smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

He stood there quietly, looking at Geralt.

"There is actually such a powerful wizard like you on Earth. You must have noticed me a long time ago."

Loki raised his head slightly, and the corner of his mouth curled up in his signature style's evil smile, with a hint of playfulness and temptation in his eyes.

"I saw you when you came to the base, but I don't want to get involved in your troubles. Besides, I've already pretended not to see you, so why did you come to me?"

Geralt looked straight into Loki's eyes calmly.

"People like you are around Thor, which is a trouble for me. So I plan to get rid of you now, once and for all."

Loki sneered and said this.

Hearing Loki's threatening words, Geralt was stunned at first, and then laughed out loud.

"It seems that you have a misunderstanding. I pretended not to see you, not because I was afraid of you, but because I don't like trouble."

"Get rid of me?"

Geralt's voice gradually became cold, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes revealed a hint of displeasure, and his eyes were like a sharp blade, piercing Loki directly.

"You are a bit shameless"

As soon as the voice fell, an evil and mysterious purple-red aura began to surge around Geralt.

The breath was like a living thing, rising and spreading slowly, gradually condensing into a shape similar to octopus tentacles, twisting and twisting in the air, making a slight "hissing" sound.

Loki widened his eyes and looked at Geralt, who was emitting an evil breath in front of him, with a shocked face.

A chill he had never felt before surged in his heart, as if he was in an ice cellar.

In his perception, the direction where Geralt was standing was now shrouded in the cold breath of death.

Loki's body tensed up involuntarily, and he quickly adjusted his posture.

His eyes were full of vigilance and solemnity, staring at Geralt.

Two cold daggers appeared in Loki's hands, ready to attack Geralt.

However, just as he was about to take action,

he was surprised to find that his body seemed to be imprisoned by an invisible huge force,

no matter how he struggled, his limbs could not move at all.

He lowered his head in shock, and saw a huge purple-red hand like a demon claw reaching out from the abyss of hell,

grasping his body tightly.

The wrist of the big hand was connected to the dancing weird tentacles behind Geralt, and those tentacles twisted wildly in the air.

"You dare to call yourself the number one wizard in the Nine Realms? This is the movie universe, not the comic universe."

Geralt sneered and clenched his hand.