Marvel: Traveling through time with Warcraft skills

In the dream, the town of Elm was like a dead city cursed by darkness.

The thick fog was like a ghost's veil, covering every inch of land tightly.

On the streets, huge and gloomy crosses stood crookedly.

The residents of the town were cruelly nailed to these crosses without exception.

Their hands and feet were pierced by sharp iron nails, and the bright red blood kept flowing out like a trickle,

dripping on the cold ground, gathering into a pool of shocking blood.

The painful wails came one after another, echoing in this dead town, like a prelude to an evil ceremony.

After Geralt came in, he saw the miserable appearance of Barton and other subordinates at a glance - they were also ruthlessly nailed to the cross.

"You are definitely much more handsome than Jesus."

Geralt made a joke to ease the tense atmosphere.

Seeing Geralt, Barton and the others were relieved and felt that they were saved. They were full of confidence in Geralt's strength.

"Hey, hey, hey"

A strange laugh came from the end of the street.

That laugh made people feel cold.

Then, Freddy's iconic horror outfit gradually emerged in the mist.

"You stay up there for a while, I'll deal with it first. Remember, you are just dreaming, all the pain is the brain deceiving you, try to control your subconscious, you will find interesting things."

After that, Geralt walked towards Freddy with firm and steady steps.

As he approached, Freddy's burned face gradually appeared clearly in front of him.

It was a distorted and hideous face, and the skin was uneven after the burn.

Freddy's eyes flashed with strange light, and he looked at Geralt fearlessly.

His slightly raised mouth corners seemed to show off his powerful strength now, and he was full of blind confidence in his current state.

"You actually dared to appear in front of me. Why, do you feel confident in yourself?"

Geralt's tone was still as calm as water, without any ripples, as if Freddy in front of him was just an ant, and he couldn't shake him at all.

"Hehe, when you first appeared in this town, I was a little afraid. Now I have gathered the souls of everyone in the town in my dream world, and their fear and pain provide me with endless power. I am terribly strong now."

Freddy grinned, revealing a row of uneven and bloody teeth, and let out a creepy laugh, with the confidence on his face almost arrogant.

His burned face looked even more distorted and terrifying in the strange dream light.

However, before he finished speaking, he was hit by a flame impact.

Freddy had no time to react at all. He flew backwards and crashed into a house.

In an instant, the wall of the house was smashed to pieces, bricks and wood chips flew everywhere, and a thick cloud of dust and smoke was raised.

"Strong? That's the vision of a frog in a well."

Geralt's voice came slowly amid the roar of the flames and the collapse of the house, full of disdain.

He moved his palm slightly, and the joints made a crisp sound, as if warming up for the upcoming battle.

At this time, his eyes became completely serious,

"Then let me see how strong you are."

After saying that, a powerful magical wave emanated from his body, and the ground under his feet trembled slightly.

The whole dream world seemed to feel his powerful aura.

The house in front that Freddy smashed into began to tremble violently.

The cracks on the wall spread rapidly like a spider web, and the tiles on the roof slid down one after another, making crackling sounds.

Then, under the impact of a surging dark energy, the whole house could no longer bear the weight and collapsed.

Dust and smoke rolled up, instantly covering the area.

Freddy's angry face was looming in the diffuse smoke and dust, as if he was completely enraged by Geralt's contempt.

He waved his hand violently, and the debris in the ruins, whether it was broken bricks, sharp wood chips, or twisted metal blocks,

all shot towards Geralt like whistling bullets.

However, a layer of mana shield emitting a faint blue light had already appeared in front of Geralt. Those dense debris like raindrops hit the mana shield,

spattering a bunch of gorgeous energy sparks, but could not break through this solid defense line, and slid to the ground one after another.

But at this moment, the ground under Geralt's feet began to shake violently without any warning, and cracks quickly cracked., spreading.

Then, the thick steel bars underground broke out of the ground like a nimble venomous snake and entangled his feet.

Freddy showed a smug sneer on his face, as if he had seen the scene of Geralt being subdued.

Under his playful gaze, Geralt was ruthlessly dragged into the ground and disappeared from sight.

But Freddy's pride did not last long.

Suddenly, a powerful magic power suddenly burst out from the ground like a volcanic eruption.

In an instant, the ground was shattered by this force, and mud and stones flew everywhere.

Geralt stood in the exploded pit and looked at Freddy.

Driven by Freddy's evil power, the already hideous steel bars in the pit were like ropes, winding towards Geralt at a very fast speed from all directions.

They were tightly wrapped around Geralt's body, circle after circle, getting tighter and tighter.

The cold and hard metal texture was tightly attached to his skin, as if to crush every inch of his flesh and blood.

Seeing Geralt tied up and unable to move, Freddy raised his head and laughed wildly.

"This is my world. Everything here is under my control, and you have nowhere to escape, just like this!"

His voice was full of pride and arrogance, as if he had become the master of this dream world, controlling all life and death.

After speaking, Freddy waved his hand again, and Geralt, who was tightly tied by the steel bars, was like a weightless doll,

being dragged mercilessly by the flexible steel bars.

Geralt's body was like a cannonball, smashing straight into a house.

In an instant, a huge hole was knocked out of the wall of the house, and Geralt's body was deeply trapped in it, and the bricks and wood chips around him were scattered.

Before the dust settled, he was quickly dragged out by the steel bars, and then he streaked across the sky like a meteor and smashed into another house.

In this way, Geralt's body was controlled by Freddy, shuttling back and forth between the houses in the town and being smashed in all kinds of ways.

Every collision was accompanied by a loud noise, and the houses were shaky under his impact, and some even collapsed into ruins.

However, a trace of doubt and astonishment gradually emerged on Freddy's face.

He found that no matter how crazy he struggled, Geralt was always unharmed, and even his clothes were not damaged at all.

Geralt's eyes were still calm, and his powerful magic was faintly glowing around his body.

"With the double protection of magic armor and wizard shield, you can't hurt me"

Geralt laughed coldly in his heart.