Marvel: Traveling through time with Warcraft skills

"How did you know the name of SHIELD?"

As soon as Coulson sat down, he asked seriously

His eyes were as sharp as a hawk, staring at Geralt

Not missing any slight changes in the other's expression,

"This name is only circulated among us, and I just made sure I didn't mention it to you."

"Haha,"

Geralt was stunned at first, then laughed awkwardly

"Of course I have my own information channels, there is no impenetrable wall in this world."

Coulson frowned slightly, he knew that things were not that simple, but at this moment he did not ask too much about it.

He knew the main purpose of this visit, and there were more important problems to be solved.

"So, Mr. Geralt,"

Coulson adjusted his sitting posture slightly, his expression returned to a gentle state

He stared into Geralt's eyes and slowly asked,

"According to our intelligence, you have maintained your youthful appearance for many years, which is really puzzling.

Are you a superpower? Can you explain your situation?"

"Superpower? Haha."

Geralt laughed heartily.

"It seems that you have misunderstood me. I am not a superpower."

He shook his head gently, with a faint smile still hanging on the corner of his mouth, but a complicated look was revealed in the depths of his eyes.

"Don't tell me you are an alien or something, that's too bloody."

Coulson's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a half-smile expression

Trying to ease the slightly solemn atmosphere, but his eyes were still fixed on Geralt.

"My immortality is a byproduct of my ability. If I want to talk about my ability, I have to start from more than 300 years ago."

Geralt narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was immersed in deep memories.

"Wait, more than 300 years?"

Coulson sat up straight with shock in his eyes

He couldn't help but interrupt Geralt's memories, and his voice unconsciously rose a few notes.

"How long have you lived?"

His voice caused a storm.

"I am more than 330 years old today."

Geralt's voice was low and slow,

"Everything originated from 300 Many years ago

At that time, I was just an inconspicuous librarian

Because my Asian face was not well received, I had no friends. ”

Geralt took a deep breath and continued:

"Until one day, the appearance of an old man broke my dull life."

He seemed to recall that special moment,

"He found me and said that I had a talent for learning magic. At first, I just thought he was a liar or a lunatic. After all, magic, in my previous cognition, only existed in fantasy stories.

But when I believed it only when he performed the amazing magic in front of me. "

Geralt's eyes sparkled with awe for magic.

"Since then, I have followed him on a wonderful journey of learning magic. Magic is like a magical key that opens another possibility of life.

Under the nourishment of magic, my life is no longer as short-lived as that of mortals. It has given me a long life and allowed me to live until today."

After saying that, Geralt looked at Coulson calmly, with a calm look in his eyes.

In fact, the seemingly legendary story Geralt just told was just a story he carefully made up.

He did this just to cleverly cover up a more shocking fact - he is a time traveler.

Time travel is too bizarre and absurd, even in this world full of supernatural phenomena and strange abilities, it cannot be explained clearly.

The truth is that in another world, Geralt was just an ordinary player addicted to World of Warcraft.

On a seemingly ordinary night, when he was immersed in the world of the game as usual, a strange light suddenly flashed

Then, he found himself in this completely unfamiliar world.

After a long period of exploration, he gradually realized that he had traveled to the Marvel Universe.

And this time of travel was accompanied by an incredible thing.

When he came to this world, he brought all the abilities of his characters in World of Warcraft with him.

He was fond of magic professions in the game, those complex and powerful spells, those magical powers that manipulate elements and distort time and space

Now they have become the key to his life and survival in this world, and also the basis for his foothold in this strange Marvel world.

So he made up the story about magic learning, trying to useA relatively easy-to-accept lie to cover up the truth.

"Magic? Are you kidding?"

Coulson frowned, his eyes full of suspicion and disdain.

"In this era of highly developed technology, you tell me about magic, do you think anyone will believe it?"

Sure enough, when Coulson heard this word, he looked like you're kidding me.

In the eyes of an agent like Coulson who has been exposed to advanced technology and superpowers for a long time,

Magic, a word that only exists in ancient magic stories, is like a fairy tale.

Hearing Coulson's doubts, Geralt smiled, because he had expected all this.

He looked calm and stretched out a hand slowly.

In an instant, with a "boom!" sound, a ball of orange-red flame appeared out of thin air in his palm.

The scorching heat caused the surrounding air to begin to distort, emitting waves of hot heat.

Before Coulson could recover from the sudden flames, Geralt stretched out another hand.

A blue-white lightning flashed on his hand instantly.

The light moved around his fingertips like a spirit snake, making a "sizzling" sound.

The light of lightning was particularly dazzling in the dim room.

Each arc contained a heart-pounding energy, reflecting Coulson's shocked expression.

"Your superpower... can control fire and lightning?!!"

Colson's eyes widened, he stared at the fire and lightning on Geralt's hand, his mind was in chaos.

In his rich career as an agent, he had seen all kinds of superpowers.

But it was the first time he had met someone like Geralt who could control two such powerful and completely different elements at the same time.

"Do you still think I'm a superpower, Agent Coulson?"

Geralt raised his eyebrows slightly, with a meaningful smile on his lips.

"That's right. In this era of technology, witnessing fire and lightning with your own eyes may not be enough to make you believe in the existence of magic.

After all, you are used to using superpowers to explain all phenomena beyond common sense."

Geralt paused, and he gently shook the jumping orange-red flame in his hand.

The flame was like an obedient elf under his control, changing its shape flexibly.

"However, if there is any difference between magic and superpowers, magic can be controlled through learning. It is not like superpowers, or comes from genetic mutations.

Magic is a profound skill. It has its own rules and systems. As long as you have talent and are willing to work hard, anyone has the opportunity to step into this mysterious magic field."

After saying this, Geralt smiled and stared at Coulson again.

There was a strange meaning in that smile, as if waiting for Coulson's response to his remarks.