Marvel: Traveling through time with Warcraft skills

When the first rays of sunlight in the morning gently sprinkled in front of the store, Hans came to work as usual.

As soon as he stepped into the store, his eyes were attracted by Mina's slightly pale and tired face.

"Miss Mina, what's wrong with you? You don't look very well."

Hans' eyes were full of concern and confusion.

"It's okay, I didn't sleep well last night."

Mina forced a smile, trying to hide her inner fatigue and uneasiness.

Her voice was a little hoarse, and there was still some fear from last night in her eyes.

Geralt sat on a chair beside him, holding an ancient book in his hand, his eyes wandering between the pages.

Hearing the conversation between Hans and Mina, he raised his head slightly,

looked at the two, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose, revealing a faint smile, and then looked back at the book.

At this seemingly calm moment, a figure quietly appeared at the door of the store.

Geralt subconsciously raised his head, and when he saw the face of the person coming, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"This is really strange, why are you here?"

Geralt put down the book in his hand, slowly stood up, with a trace of doubt and curiosity on his face.

Clint Barton walked into the store.

After experiencing Freddy's nightmare-like terrifying attack and the thrilling confrontation with the demon prince,

Barton's heart was deeply shocked and touched.

He witnessed with his own eyes how fragile and helpless those ordinary people were under the ravages of supernatural monsters,

their lives were crushed in an instant, as vulnerable as ants.

Even those firepower weapons that are usually highly expected by people and have powerful destructive power,

seem so pale and powerless in the face of these evil forces from the dark abyss.

They can only leave insignificant traces on the indestructible bodies of those supernatural monsters,

and cannot give them a fatal blow, let alone stop them from trampling on the human world.

These tragic scenes are deeply engraved in Barton's mind, making him have a strong desire for supernatural power.

He knows that in this world hidden with countless unknowns and dangers,

only by mastering supernatural power can we protect innocent lives from evil in the future.

So, although in the last professional course organized by SHIELD,

the test results determined that he did not have an innate magical talent, Barton was unwilling to accept such a fate,

and resolutely decided to come to Geralt's shop in person to ask for advice in person,

whether it is possible for him to break through the limitations of his talent.

Barton came here with a lot of trepidation and entanglement, but when he really stood in front of Geralt, he felt as if his throat was choked by something and didn't know what to say. Geralt had actually been paying attention to Barton for a long time. Hawkeye Barton would also be a member of the Avengers in the future. He naturally knew the important position of Hawkeye, who would be famous in the future, in the Avengers. Although Barton was just an ordinary person without special superpowers on the surface, he had already stood at the peak of strength among the human group with his excellent archery skills. Geralt had vaguely guessed the purpose of Barton's visit. Coincidentally, he happened to have something in his hand, as if it was tailor-made for Barton. "Barton, if you desire power, say it out loud and let me see your determination." Geralt raised his chin slightly, looked directly into Barton's eyes, and his voice struck Barton's heartstrings heavily. Hearing Geralt's words,

Barton's originally tangled and almost frozen expression froze for a moment, as if awakened from confusion.

After a brief pause, his eyes were replaced by incomparable determination.

"I want power! I want strong power! Power enough to fight against evil!"

Barton raised his head and shouted loudly.

Seeing Barton's desire, Geralt's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a meaningful smile.

"Then follow me."

Geralt turned and walked towards the entrance of the underground laboratory.

Barton followed closely behind, and his heartbeat accelerated involuntarily.

During this period of time, Geralt has been studying the combination of his unique power and magic potion.

After countless attempts and explorations, he finally achieved some results recently.

Originally, he planned to organize these results and sell them to Nick Fury.

After all, SHIELD has always had a strong interest in research results related to this kind of supernatural power.

However, Barton's unexpected visit made him change his mind.

In Geralt's opinion, BartonAlthough he is just an ordinary human being at present, his potential cannot be ignored.

From a long-term perspective, this is also a promising investment in Barton.

When the two came to a stone table deep in the laboratory, Geralt stopped.

He bent down slightly,

and carefully took out a bottle of potion emitting a mysterious blue light from a secret compartment hidden in the shadows.

"What is this?"

Barton's eyes were fixed on the bottle of blue potion, full of curiosity.

"Hunter Sequence 9 potion."

Geralt raised his head slowly.

"In fact, I have been studying how to let ordinary people gain magic power."

"This is the latest achievement, and no one has tried it yet."

He gently shook the bottle of blue potion in his hand, and the potion rippled with circles of mysterious halos in the glass bottle.

"How about it, do you dare to use it?"

Geralt's eyes fell back on Barton, with a hint of scrutiny and expectation in his eyes.

When Barton heard this, his heart suddenly "snapped" and he felt that Geralt wanted him to be a guinea pig.

His brows slightly frowned, and a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes.

But he couldn't help wanting it.

"What effect does it have?"

Barton's eyes were fixed on the bottle of potion.

"I said it is very suitable for you. As for what abilities you can gain, this varies from person to person, but it should be able to enhance your own abilities."

Geralt looked at the hesitation in Barton's eyes and explained calmly.

"Don't worry, the danger of Sequence 9 potions is very low. And to gain power, how can you not take some risks."

"Drink it, this is your destiny"

Geralt has full confidence in this potion.

Barton's heart fell into a fierce struggle, and his eyes moved back and forth between Geralt and the potion.

Finally, driven by the strong desire for power, he slowly reached out his hand and took the potion after a moment of hesitation.

Barton held the potion in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully.

At this moment, a strange smell slowly penetrated his nose.

The smell was indescribable, but it had an irresistible magic,

as if gently teasing the depths of his soul, tempting him to drink the liquid in the bottle.

He could truly feel that the potion seemed to have life,

producing a strange attraction to his body,

every cell in his body seemed to be longing for its nourishment, shouting and urging him to act quickly.

Without hesitation, Barton raised his head and poured the potion into his mouth.

In an instant, a warm feeling spread slowly from his throat like a trickle, quickly spreading throughout his body.