The Elder Scrolls in Marvel

Ardan moved little by little in the ventilation duct, lamenting why he hadn't learned some tricks from the wandering warlock before. After all, among those unpopular spells, there was a magic that could make him smaller.

"Did someone turn on the air conditioner?" The further Yadan climbed, the more he felt the sudden drop in temperature in the pipe, and even the walls of the pipe were frozen.

Yadan was running his magic power to warm his body, his eyes were flashing with the flame of whispering life, and he followed the pipe, getting closer to the figure burning with the fire of life.

Finally, Adan came to the room where Banner was. Through the power of the whisper of life, Adan could clearly see through the ceiling the figure full of vitality in the room.

Hey, it seems that this place is very suitable to deal with Banner! Banner was the only one in the empty room.

Yadan groped in the ventilation duct for a while and finally found the ventilation panel of this room. Yadan removed the ventilation panel and looked into the room from the duct opening. He saw a figure standing in the corner of the room, facing him. The glove cabinet in front of me, I don’t know what I’m looking for.

But this person... doesn't seem to be Banner?

The guy below has long white hair, and the white hair is a bit oozing. What's even weirder is that everything around the guy seems to be covered with a layer of frost.

Well, this is Marvel, so why is that weird? Facing this weird guy who was not Banner, Yadan shook his head and prepared to leave quietly along the original road.

But just as Yadan shrank back and was about to put the ventilation panel back, Yadan's cell phone rang.

The ringtone of the cell phone echoed in the narrow ventilation duct, and at the same time broke the silence in the room below. strawberry

The white-haired man was stunned for a moment, then turned around suspiciously, walked under Yadan, looked up, and saw the man and Yadan looking at each other through the opened vent.

Yadan and the man looked at each other, and at the same time he took out his cell phone from his pocket, put it to his ear and connected it.

"Sir, Bruce Banner has returned to the pizza shop. Where are you?" This was the call from Abiel.

"I, I'll go back right away, that's it, I have something to do now." Yadan said and hung up the phone hastily.

After turning off the phone, Yadan put his head towards the vent and looked down. The white-haired man was still watching Yadan.

Yadan stuffed his phone into his pocket and jumped directly from the vent.

The side of the white-haired man's body gave Yadan a little space to land.

"Ahem, uh, hello, I want to ask, have you seen a guy wearing a pizza delivery uniform here." Adan smiled coquettishly, and then asked the man.

The man looked at Yadan expressionlessly and shook his head.

Yadan looked around and then focused his eyes on the white-haired man. This guy had white hair and a stern face without blood, as if it was covered with a layer of frost. He looked like he was not an ordinary person!

Reminding that this was Marvel, Adan believed that doing more is worse than doing less. He smiled at the white-haired man and said, "Since you didn't see it, I won't bother you anymore. Farewell!"

After Yadan finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the door.

The white-haired man looked at Yadan's leaving back with a solemn expression, and clenched his fist tightly. Under the man's fist, from the ground, an icicle was rapidly condensing, as if an icicle was being pulled out. long sword.

But just when the icicle was about to climb to the height of the man's hand, the man suddenly released his clenched fist, and the icicle instantly turned into water and fell to the ground.

The white-haired man was very afraid of Yadan because he felt a dangerous aura and an invincible aura in Yadan, so the man did nothing and just let Yadan leave.

But just when the man thought that Yadan had left, Yadan came back again and appeared in front of the man.

In an instant, frost spread from behind the man and enveloped the entire room in an instant.

"Unknown guy, tell me, what do you want to do?" The moment the man finished speaking, a ferocious and ugly face flashed across his cold face.

But Yadan didn't see that face, because Yadan was looking at his phone with his head down. After listening to the man's question, Yadan raised his head and waved to the ice that was approaching him, and the ice melted away instantly.

"I just want to ask you, do you have the key to the door here? Or the password?" The reason why Yadan turned back was because when he walked to the door, he discovered that he also needed a key and password to go out.

The white-haired man looked fearfully at the ice that melted away easily around Yadan, shook his head and gritted his teeth and said, "No."

"Oh." Yadan looked at the white-haired man, nodded, and then walked straight towards the white-haired man.

The white-haired man immediately pulled out a strange-looking dagger from his waist and looked at Yadan as if facing a formidable enemy.

"Uh." Yadan watched the man's reaction, then waved to the man and said, "Please give way, I'll get out of here." Yadan pointed to the vent on the ceiling.

The white-haired man did not look up following Yadan's finger, but stared at Yadan, and then walked aside.

Adan shrugged and walked to where the man was standing before, then jumped up, got into the ventilation duct where he came from, and then... moved his body away little by little.

By the way, Yadan casually put the ventilation panel back before leaving.

The white-haired man kept staring at Yadan until Yadan completely disappeared into the ventilation duct. After Yadan left, the white-haired man pointed his hand at the ventilation panel. Suddenly, a thin layer of ice covered it. On the ventilation panel.

After doing all this, the white-haired man returned to the previous glove cabinet and continued to rummage inside, seemingly looking for something very important.

Finally, the white-haired man dug out an iron box the size of a diary in the glove cabinet. The man quickly took out the iron box and placed it on the table nearby.

The man looked around the iron box. There was no mark on the surface of the iron box. There was not a single word on it. There was only a small lock that locked the iron box.

The man stroked the surface of the iron box with his hands. Suddenly, the man suddenly grabbed the iron box with both hands. Under the man's ever-changing devil-like face, inscriptions appeared on the iron box.

And where the man's hand came into contact with the box, black smoke filled the air.

"ka"

The lock on the iron box shattered, the man immediately let go of his hands, and the iron box fell on the table.

After releasing the iron box, the man's face returned to normal, but his hands kept shaking, and his palms that had been in contact with the iron box were completely burnt.

The man opened the iron box with trembling hands. There was only a piece of paper in the iron box, a thin piece of paper, but there was an ancient pattern on the paper.

The white-haired man picked up the paper, looked at it again and again, and then put the paper into his pocket.

Then, the man picked up the dagger he had used to aim at Yadan and stabbed himself directly in the heart.

The dagger was inserted into the chest, but not a drop of blood came out. However, under the man's increasingly pale face, a crack suddenly appeared under his feet, swallowing the man like a bloody mouth.

But when the man's body was swallowed by the crack, the dagger seemed to hit the ground and could not be taken away by the crack. Instead, it stayed on the crack, waiting for the crack to heal little by little.

And through the cracks that are gradually healing, you can see that inside the cracks is a world full of darkness and cold. That world is dead, cold, and belongs to the dead.

Under the darkness and cold, there is a world so hot that it is made of lava. That world is no longer silent and cold. That world is full of howls and flames. That world has a desperate name, hell.