witcher in marvel

Chapter 391 The Cursed Land
The Zephyr lowered its altitude and passed over Dublin.

Bai Jinglan stood in front of the window, looked down at the city below, frowned and said, "Dublin is full of witchcraft, both good and bad..."

Coulson asked, "So we land here?"

"Do not."

Bai Jinglan shook his head and said, "Although this place is full of witchcraft, it is not the center of the curse. Go and see the difference in the countryside."

"Which direction?"

"south."

"it is good."

Coulson signaled to Melinda, and Melinda immediately accelerated and flew the Zephyr to the countryside outside Dublin.

"My God!"

Simmons covered his mouth and murmured in disbelief, "How could this be..."

Ireland's natural environment is well maintained, with green trees, grasslands and rivers all over the country, so it is also known as "Green Island", "Emerald", and "Emerald Island".

However, not long after leaving Dublin, and then going down from a high altitude, there is only a desolation, not only is it difficult to see a trace of greenery, even the famous Shannon River seems to have dried up.

The Shannon is the longest river in the British Isles and one of the most beautiful in Europe.This natural river winds its way from Shannon Point in County Cavan, through the slopes of the Quelca Mountains, to Loophead in County Clare, before emptying into the Atlantic Ocean, with spectacular natural beauty along its coast , with its majestic landscapes, abundant wildlife and numerous beautiful villages, has become a paradise for nature lovers.

However, now only the bare riverbed can be seen, and there are many withered yellow aquatic plants on the riverbed.

"I thought it was just an ordinary drought, how could it turn into such a horrible appearance?"

There were tears in Simmons' eyes. She is from Northern Ireland, and she feels the same with the Irish and empathizes with what happened to them.

"This is the scary thing about the Emerald Warlock."

Bai Jinglan said lightly, "They devour the vitality of nature, absorb the energy of the earth's rivers, and create a large number of forbidden areas for life."

Coulson sighed: "Magic has always been popular in Ireland...at least in stories and legends. I wonder how people here will react after they know that many of their country's myths are true."

Bai Jinglan raised her eyebrows and said with a smile, "Maybe just nod and let the waiter continue to serve the wine."

There are a lot of jokes about drunken bears on the China Internet. In fact, there are quite a few Irish people. Drinking has almost become a way of life for Irish people. While having fun, it has also caused a series of social problems.The topics they often talked about in their lives, apart from the cloudy and rainy weather in Ireland, were how they drank last night and how drunk they were.

Coulson smiled wryly: "Mr. White, can you still be joking, is there a way to deal with the Emerald Warlock?"

Bai Jinglan shrugged: "For me, it's not difficult to deal with the Emerald Warlock, the difficulty is how to eliminate his witchcraft effect."

Simmons couldn't help asking: "Mr. White, if witchcraft cannot be eradicated, what will happen to Ireland?"

Bai Jinglan said: "This place will become a new desert."

Simmons: "..."

The corner of Fitz's mouth twitched, and he asked curiously, "Could it be that there are so many deserts on earth, some of them were created by emerald warlocks?"

Bai Jinglan said casually: "It's not just the emerald warlock who can make the land barren. Many black magics have this effect. Many desert areas on the earth actually have traces of black magic."

Fitz wanted to ask again, but he raised his hand and pointed: "There, it will fall!"

"clear."

Without hesitation, Melinda immediately maneuvered the plane to land.

The Zephyr is a vector aircraft, which can hover at any time, regardless of the landing environment, which is very convenient.

Coulson asked, "What is this place?"

Melinda replied: "County Wexford, 127 kilometers from Dublin."

The Zephyr landed in a farm, facing a majestic mountain range, and there was a small town under the mountain range.

In fact, in these European and American countries, no matter how big the town is, it is the same.

Walking down from the Zephyr, Simmons looked at the mountains in the distance, and he wanted to cry: "That's Croagh Patrick Mountain..."

Melinda looked around and sighed, "This is so different from the Ireland I imagined."

Coulson looked at her: "What kind of Ireland do you imagine?"

"My eyes are full of rural pastoral style." Melinda shook her head and said, "I used to want to take my father here for a tour when he got better, but now... all I can see is desolation."

"We'll solve this problem!"

Coulson comforted him, then turned to Bai Jinglan and asked, "Mr. White, did you find anything?"

"Have."

Bai Jinglan pointed to the wilderness in front of him, "I found a memory from the breath here... a memory about a war, a memory from a long time ago."

Melinda was puzzled: "You mean the war that happened before?"

Bai Jinglan nodded: "That's right."

Melinda asked curiously, "Even if there was a war here, what does it mean to the current situation?"

Bai Jinglan rubbed his chin: "Those ruthless ones that remain in memory... are slowly being awakened."

This is actually a kind of undead magic, which awakens the obsessions that remain on the land and makes them impact the world of the living.

But so far, these remnants have only just become active, and it will take a while before they become murderous evil spirits.

Or... an activated seed?

Bai Jinglan's eyes flashed, and he said, "Let's go on and go to that small town...it seems to be the source of witchcraft."

When Coulson and the others heard this, they were immediately shocked.

Bai Jinglan looked at Max, and explained: "If something unexpected happens, protect them."

"it is good."

This rural town is really small, with less than [-] residents in total, and almost no public facilities.

Bai Jinglan followed the traces of witchcraft, and the final target was locked in a tavern.

The name of this tavern is very strange - the fallen woman.

The owner of the tavern is a burly white old man, with an expression of extreme impatience towards Bai Jinglan and his party's entry, and in a posture that might draw out his gun to shoot at any time, he shouted viciously: "Stop talking nonsense! , I will not give up my bar to you!"

With his trademark smile, Coulson stepped forward and said, "Sir, we don't want your bar, we just want to stay here for a while."

The old white man sneered, "Are you here to lift the curse?"

Coulson frowned slightly: "Is there anyone else to lift the curse?"

The old white man simply reached out, took out a rifle from under the counter, and said with disgust on his face: "You evil wizards, I will not allow you to mess around in my bar!"

Coulson slowed down and said, "Sir, we're here to help—help you, everyone, and Ireland."

"While helping you, you will also have a big fight and burn my bar to the ground!" The white old man pointed his gun further forward, "I saw it on the news with my own eyes, don't even think about killing me in my bar!" So do!"

Coulson looked at Bai Jinglan.

Bai Jinglan looked around and said calmly: "The origin of witchcraft is here, and the root of evil is here..."

Before Bai Jinglan finished speaking, the old white man said angrily: "Nonsense, nothing happened in my tavern!"

"No, something happened here - there was a war a long time ago, and it is related to everything that Ireland is going through now." Bai Jinglan moved his eyes, looked at the old white man, and said coldly, "Even the name of your bar ——"The Fallen Woman" is also related to that war, and she fell in the war."

The old white man snapped: "I don't care where she fell, whether it was in the war, or fell down the stairs-in short, you can't be here, no matter what you want to do here!"

Coulson immediately said: "We will compensate for all losses caused to the tavern."

The old white man was very stubborn: "No need, you leave immediately!"

Bai Jinglan stared at him, and said with a smile: "In other words, you would rather watch your country die than protect your bar?"

The old white man sneered, "So what!"

"not so good."

Bai Jinglan turned around and left, "I can wait for your country to die, and then come back to save it - anyway, I am not the one who is worried, I want to see if your compatriots will swallow you alive because of your cold blood gone."

"Mr. White?!"

Coulson and the others were stunned.

Bai Jinglan stopped and turned her head slightly: "Kolson, I hope you understand that I am Chinese and I don't owe this country anything. Their life and death have nothing to do with me. I came here to expel the curse because of my kindness. , but my kindness will not be given to cold-blooded bastards... If Ireland wants to solve their national disaster, let them come to me with sincerity!"

He looked at the old white man who was still looking uneasy, and jokingly said: "Your country could have received free medical treatment, but congratulations, because of you, it needs to pay at least [-] billion U.S. dollars."

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(End of this chapter)