Marvel: Traveling through time with Warcraft skills

Seeing the mysterious old man approaching step by step, Geralt's fingers quietly slid to the hearthstone hidden in his arms and squeezed it tightly.

His eyes revealed a high degree of vigilance and tension.

In his mind, he quickly calculated the plan to activate the invincibility skill and force his way home.

Although the number of invincibility is limited, each use is like consuming a precious life-saving talisman,

However, he has no time to take care of many things. The only thing to do now is to save himself.

"You seem very nervous when you see me. Don't worry, I have no ill intentions, I just want to talk to you."

The old man's voice echoed in the silent space of hell. The tone was plain, but it did not make people feel at ease.

"Anyone who sees Mephisto, the devil of hell, will be nervous. What's more, I had a little conflict with your son not long ago."

Geralt squeezed out a bitter smile.

"I want to talk about my son."

Mephisto raised his head slightly, and the green light in his deep eye sockets flickered a few times. His tone was still calm.

"He actually dared to step into the human world in person and was taught a lesson by the Ancient One. That's what he deserves. But you didn't do a clean job. His spirit escaped."

Mephisto said slowly.

"You have to ask the Supreme Sorcerer about this. Why are you looking for me?"

Geralt raised his chin slightly and asked back without showing any weakness.

"I just want to ask you for a small favor. Help me bring my son who ran away from home back."

Mephisto said calmly.

"Just to ask me for a favor, you made such a big scene in Silent Hill?"

Geralt was full of surprise.

"Don't get me wrong, Silent Hill was not my fault. I just took advantage of this incident to come to you by the way."

Mephisto shook his head slightly and explained.

After listening to Mephisto's words, Geralt lowered his head slightly and fell into deep thought.

Even if Mephisto hadn't come to ask for help this time, if there was a chance in the future,

he would take the initiative to deal with the hidden dangers brought by the witch demon.

The existence of the witch demon is like a cancer hidden in the dark, which may erupt at any time.

However, now facing Mephisto's request, he had to carefully consider the pros and cons.

"What's the benefit for me to help you?"

Geralt finally raised his head, looked directly into Mephisto's eyes, and asked slowly.

"Benefits? Do you want to make a deal with me?"

Mephisto laughed after hearing Geralt's words.

"How dare I make a deal with you. I just want to ask who did the Silent Hill thing, this can't be considered a deal."

Geralt responded neither servile nor arrogant.

Dealing with a being like Mephisto, you must be careful.

He asked this question at this moment, not because he really wanted to make a deal with Mephisto,

but just wanted to take this opportunity to solve the mystery of Silent Hill in his heart.

He really wanted to know who was the initiator behind all this.

"It's your loss if you don't make a deal with me."

Mephisto put away his smile and said coldly.

Then, he paused slightly and continued to narrate:

"What happened here and the summoning of my son's true body in Elm Town were actually done by one person, a strange woman."

"Strange woman? Can you tell me more about it?"

The faint uneasiness in Geralt's eyes became stronger and stronger. He had a premonition that this mysterious woman might have something to do with him.

"I don't know who she is either. I only know that she came to hell many years ago and used her magic ability to open a gap between hell and the human world. I feel a little interesting. I want to know what she wants to do, so I didn't interfere. And the magic smell on her is very similar to yours."

Mephisto said while slightly narrowing his deep eye sockets.

"A woman with power similar to mine who likes to stir up trouble everywhere. No way, is it really Ciri?"

Geralt thought to himself, and a figure that gave him a headache suddenly appeared in his mind.

If it is really that crazy girl, then things will become extremely tricky,

because her style of doing things has always been unpredictable, and is always accompanied by endless chaos and danger.

"It seems that you have some clues."

Mephisto's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a faint smile, with a hint of playfulness and insight in that smile.

"Then the matter of the witch demon is left to you. Believe me, you will never want him to stay in the world for a long time, that will be a big trouble."

Mephisto's voice sounded faintly in this dark hell space, and before he finished speaking, his figure disappeared.

Geralt watched Mephisto leave, and the tight string in his heart finally loosened a little, and he breathed a long sigh of relief."Fortunately, I don't have to waste an invincibility."

He muttered to himself. However, before he could completely relax, new troubles came one after another.

"But, it's time to find my crazy apprentice. I don't know what she is doing all these things for."

Geralt frowned, his face full of helplessness and headache.

He knew that once his eccentric and elusive apprentice fell into some kind of crazy obsession, the consequences would be unimaginable.

And now, she seemed to be inseparable from this series of strange events,

which made Geralt feel extremely difficult and worried.

At this moment, the hell creatures that lost the devil's command instantly fell into chaos.

Their originally suppressed instincts and wildness broke out again, like a group of irrational thugs,

and began to surround Geralt with fangs and claws.

"Since the matter here is over, I should leave. As for you, please give me some supplies. Although the quality is not high, the quantity can make up for it."

Geralt raised his hands slightly, and a deep and mysterious purple magic gradually emerged in his palms.

Then, Geralt clenched his fists,

A circle of purple magic emitting cold light quickly spread from his side like a surging wave.

Wherever the magic went, it seemed to carry an invisible and powerful suction,

enveloping all the hell creatures around.

Under the wrapping of the purple magic, the hell creatures seemed to be cast under a spell and could not move.

Their bodies began to tremble slightly, and wisps of dark breath slowly rose from their bodies,

and were continuously absorbed by the magic.

As time went by, the figures of these hell creatures gradually became transparent and virtual, until they finally disappeared completely, leaving only countless small pieces of soul stone fragments that shimmered on the ground, like the debris of stars in the night sky, scattered on this barren hell land. Geralt stared at all this expressionlessly, and when the magic power completely dissipated, he gently waved his hand, and a gentle force surged out, like a gentle breeze blowing across the ground, rolling up the soul stone fragments one by one and gathering them beside him. Then, he squatted down and began to carefully draw a reinforced teleportation array on the ground. Soon, a reinforced teleportation array appeared in front of him. Geralt stood up, took out several soul stone fragments from his arms, and threw them into the center of the teleportation array without hesitation. In an instant, the teleportation array shone brightly, and bright rays of light flowed rapidly along the veins of the runes, weaving a gorgeous and mysterious light network. Geralt narrowed his eyes slightly, confirmed that the teleportation array was fully activated, and stepped into it.