Marvel: Traveling through time with Warcraft skills

After learning the important news of Tony Stark's disappearance, Geralt immediately took action.

"Mina, you must keep a close eye on the stock information of Stark Group in the next few days. If you find that the stock price has fallen to the bottom, notify me immediately."

Geralt ordered in a tone, knowing that this was a good opportunity for him to make a lot of money.

"Okay, boss."

Mina nodded obediently, and her focused expression seemed to tell Geralt that she would definitely complete this task excellently.

She turned around quickly and prepared to devote herself to paying close attention to stock information.

"Hans, go out with me."

Geralt shouted loudly at the door.

"Okay, boss."

Hans's loud response soon came from the door.

Then, a burly and resolute figure appeared in front of Geralt.

In a flash, Geralt opened a portal leading to the desert area of ​​the Middle East.

The portal was like a huge vortex, emitting a mysterious halo, and inside the door was a scene of yellow sand all over the sky.

Geralt stepped in without hesitation, and Hans followed closely behind.

When they appeared in the vast desert area of ​​the Middle East, the scorching sun scorched the earth like a flame, and there was a dead silence around, with only the hot yellow sand flowing slowly in the breeze.

This is the approximate area where Tony Stark disappeared.

"Hans, smell it, is there anyone nearby?"

Geralt whispered, knowing that Hans had an extraordinary sense of smell, which was very useful in such a complex environment.

After hearing the order, Hans immediately sniffed around carefully like a keen hound.

His strong nostrils kept flapping, not letting go of any subtle smell.

After a while, his expression suddenly became happy, and he raised his head and said to Geralt:

"There is a team of people in the northeast, but boss, I smell that they are carrying guns and weapons, we have to be careful."

His eyes showed both the excitement of finding the target and the vigilance of potential danger.

In the northeastern desert, a group of Middle Eastern people armed with AKs were walking forward.

They were wearing loose traditional clothes, with black scarves covering their faces, revealing only a pair of vigilant and fierce eyes.

However, they did not realize that in the shadow of the sand dunes not far behind them, two people were quietly watching their every move.

These two people were Geralt and Hans.

They had drunk Geralt's special invisibility potion before.

This magical potion made their figures completely hidden in the surrounding environment and invisible to the naked eye.

"It looks like they are terrorists, Hans, leave it to you, leave two alive."

Geralt whispered, his voice steady and calm.

As he spoke, he took out a bottle of potion emitting mysterious light from the backpack he carried with him.

"This is the Moon Spirit Potion, which can make you transform into a werewolf even during the day."

Yes, Hans is a werewolf.

In his early years, he was once caught in a hunt by his own people. When he was dying, it was Geralt who saved him.

Since then, he has been impressed by Geralt's powerful strength and has been following Geralt loyally.

Hans took the bottle of Moon Spirit Potion, his eyes flashing with excitement and excitement.

For werewolves, transforming during the day is a taboo and a desire.

He drank the potion without hesitation, and in an instant, a powerful force surged in his body.

His body began to undergo amazing changes, his muscles expanded rapidly, and broke his clothes.

His bones kept stretching with a crackling sound, and his height increased rapidly. In the blink of an eye, he became a werewolf more than two meters tall.

The huge body was covered with thick and hard hair, like a steel behemoth in the desert, and the claws were like sharp scimitars, extending from the fingertips.

His bloody mouth opened, revealing a row of sharp fangs, and he let out a low and intimidating roar,

Then he rushed towards the group of terrorists like a black lightning.

In an instant, a bloody and cruel killing began.

Hans was like a violent hurricane, and suddenly swept into the group of Middle Eastern people holding guns.

The other party widened his eyes in horror and pulled the trigger in panic. The AK rifle sprayed a series of flames, and bullets rained down at Hans.

However, Hans' speed was too fast. His agile figure shuttled freely in the rain of bullets. The bullets could only whiz past him and raise a cloud of dust.

Hans's huge body rushed through the crowd, and every time heThe attacks were as deadly as the scythe of the god of death.

With a wave of his claws, he could easily tear open the enemy's body.

In just a moment, the originally aggressive team of Middle Eastern people fell to the ground in a mess,

Only two people were left trembling in extreme fear.

Hans felt the violent power in his body raging,

He tried his best to control his emotions, veins on his forehead bulged, and his eyes were bloodshot due to restraint.

With a burst of pain and struggle, his huge werewolf body gradually shrank, his hair slowly faded, and he turned back into a human form.

He was panting, sweat soaked his whole body, and his body was trembling slightly. The transformation just now consumed a lot of his physical strength and energy.

Seeing this, Geralt took out a pair of pants from his backpack and threw it to Hans, then walked towards the two survivors with a grim look.

He asked in fluent local language:

"Who are you?"

His voice was like a cold wind, which made the two shiver.

The two men had been frightened to death, their bodies trembling like sieves, and they answered tremblingly.

It turned out that they were members of the notorious Ten Rings Gang, patrolling this area.

A glimmer of coldness flashed in Geralt's eyes, and he continued to interrogate them, and finally asked them the location of the Ten Rings Gang base.

After getting the information he wanted, Geralt did not hesitate at all, and a chain of lightning flew out of his hand to deal with them.

In the depths of a desert where few people go, there is a hidden cave.

The cave is surrounded by rugged rocks, and the surrounding sand dunes cleverly conceal its existence. If you don't observe carefully, it is difficult to find that there is a different world here.

Geralt and Hans, who have hidden their figures, quietly appeared here.

Geralt looked solemn, muttering something, and a small and exquisite "Eye of Kilrogg" gradually emerged in his palm.

This eye exuded a faint but strange light, as if it had its own life.

Geralt waved his hand lightly, and the "Eye of Kilrogg" shot towards the base cave like a bullet.

It was so fast that it drew an almost imperceptible trajectory in the air and arrived at the entrance of the cave in the blink of an eye.

The "Eye of Kilrogg" was so small that it shuttled through this huge cave like a small stone. Coupled with the dim light in the cave,

None of the people patrolling or busy in the cave noticed this little thing that sneaked in quietly.

Geralt controlled it to go deeper along the passage of the cave, flexibly bypassing corners.

Finally, the "Eye of Kilrogg" came to the depths of the cave.

There is a room here, and the room is filled with a depressing atmosphere.

Tony Stark and Ethan were talking, their expressions were serious.

Tony Stark's face was covered with stubble, his eyes revealed fatigue, but there was still an unyielding light.

Ethan frowned, as if he was telling Tony Stark some difficult problem.

Outside the cave, Geralt stood there with full concentration.

His consciousness was connected to the "Eye of Kilrogg" through the visual connection, as if he was also in the cave room.

Finally found Tony Stark, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.