Marvel: Traveling through time with Warcraft skills

After wandering and searching for a long time in the foggy streets of Silent Hill,

Coulson still had no clue and did not find any useful clues that could point to Natasha's whereabouts.

The whole town was like a dead city forgotten by time, so quiet that it made people panic.

Only the footsteps of the two of them echoed on the empty streets.

The sound seemed to be infinitely amplified, hitting the dilapidated walls around and then turning back, adding a bit of gloom.

Even the road they came from was completely swallowed up by the thick fog, leaving only a white chaos behind them.

It seemed that the retreat had been ruthlessly cut off, and they were already trapped in this weird Silent Hill.

"Just like what our people who have been here said, there is no one here."

Coulson's voice was filled with helplessness and frustration.

Geralt seemed not to be confused by this appearance. He slowly raised his head and looked deeply into the sky.

The originally grayish-yellow and dark sky was now surging with some strange energy fluctuations.

Geralt's eyes flashed with interest, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a meaningful smile.

"This place is not empty, on the contrary, there are some interesting things hidden here."

Geralt's voice was low and calm.

"Did you see anything?"

Coulson asked eagerly, and a glimmer of hope rekindled in his eyes.

Since Geralt could detect something strange, he might be one step closer to finding Natasha.

"This town is close to hell. When we came in, it was already close to the edge of hell."

Geralt said calmly.

"Are you talking about this metaphor?"

Coulson asked with a puzzled look on his face, his brows tightly knitted together, and his eyes revealed obvious confusion.

Geralt's words made him a little confused for a while, and he felt a little confused.

"Take it literally. If I'm right, we can't get out of this town by ordinary means."

Geralt shook his head slightly, not joking at all.

At this time, the team members who went to search the surroundings came back one after another.

There was a little fatigue and uneasiness on their faces, and their eyes revealed their fear of this strange environment.

"Go to the entrance of this town and see if you can get out."

Coulson ordered decisively, hoping to verify whether Geralt's words were true through this simple test.

However, Geralt stood aside with an indifferent expression. For some reason, he did not communicate with the team members,

and did not even look at them.

Not long after, the team members who went to investigate the entrance of the town hurried back.

Their steps were a little messy, and their faces were still full of panic.

The shock of seeing the scene still remained in their eyes.

"Sir, the entrance has been cut off for some reason, and it has become a huge bottomless cliff."

One of the team members' voice was obviously trembling,

and he could still feel the oppression brought by the endless darkness under the cliff.

The other team members nodded one after another, their expressions were solemn and nervous,

and they were obviously frightened by this sudden change.

Hearing this, Coulson's face changed drastically.

Originally thought it was just an ordinary missing case, but he didn't expect to step into such a weird and dangerous desperate situation.

"What should we do now?"

Colson looked at Geralt nervously.

"Don't be nervous, Coulson, don't worry, I have a way to get out. But we have to find Natasha first and take her out with us."

Geralt raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a confident smile.

The relaxed look seemed to have an invisible power, which made Coulson's originally tense heartstrings relax a little.

"Come with me, I know how to find her."

Geralt walked straight towards a family.

The outline of the hospital was looming in the thick fog, exuding a chilling atmosphere,

as if a giant beast lurking in the darkness was waiting for them to approach.

Coulson did not dare to slack off and hurriedly followed Geralt's footsteps.

As they gradually approached the hospital, an unprecedented sense of oppression came over them.

The atmosphere of this hospital was extremely strange, and the dilapidated building was like a cursed relic.

The walls were covered with traces of erosion by time and unknown stains,

as if they were the marks left by countless tragic stories that had happened here.

The gloomy atmosphere was like a substance, covering every inch of space,

making people feel as if they were really standing at the entrance of hell, and every breath was like inhaling the breath of death.

As soon as Coulson approached,He instantly felt a bone-chilling chill sweeping through his body.

His body trembled slightly involuntarily, as if all the blood in his body was frozen at this moment,

Every blood vessel seemed to be tightly grasped by cold fingers.

Fortunately, the mana in his body started to work in time,

A weak warm current slowly flowed through his meridians, which made him feel a little better.

"What's going on? There's something wrong with this place."

There was a slight tremor in Coulson's voice, and his eyes were full of vigilance.

"Of course there is a problem. This place is the closest to hell, only separated by a wall. If I guess correctly, Natasha should have accidentally entered the edge of hell."

Geralt still had that faint smile on his face.

He seemed to be indifferent to all the dangers in front of him,

Or he had long been accustomed to this kind of close contact with the dark power.

"The edge of hell? What is that place?"

Coulson's face was full of confusion and puzzlement, and his eyes were full of curiosity about this strange concept.

"The so-called limbo is the place that is in direct contact with hell. It can be said that it is half hell and half human."

Geralt paused slightly, looking deeply into the depths of the gloomy hospital,

as if he could see through the scene in front of him the different spatial levels hidden behind the heavy fog.

"The space of this town is very interesting, like a Russian nesting doll, one layer inside another, and the outermost layer is the real world."

As he spoke, he used his magic power to construct a mysterious magic circle on the ground.

"The second layer is the surface world we are in, close to hell, but it is little affected by hell and is not very dangerous. Despite this, we can also feel this gloomy atmosphere and see some phenomena that go against common sense, such as the suddenly cut-off road and the lingering thick fog. These are the weak infiltration of the power of hell at this level."

Geralt's voice was low and calm.

"The third level is where Natasha is, the inner world, on the edge of hell, and it is quite dangerous. The rules there have begun to be distorted by the power of hell, and all kinds of terrifying creatures and strange phenomena will appear frequently."

Speaking of this, Geralt's expression became a little more solemn.

"There is also a fourth level, which is pure hell. Even I have to take it seriously. It is very dangerous. It is an abyss of darkness and evil, filled with endless pain, despair and unimaginably powerful demonic power. It is a forbidden zone for all life and light. Once you step in, it is like being in an endless nightmare. If you are not careful, you will be doomed."