Marvel: Traveling through time with Warcraft skills

In the sunlight-shrouded Silent Hill in the real world, Coulson and Natasha appeared here.

They did not choose to leave immediately, but stopped tacitly.

Coulson quickly took out the communication device from his waist and reported the news of Natasha's safe return to SHIELD in detail.

After the report, the two stood quietly on the dilapidated street of the town and waited.

Coulson raised his head slightly and looked in the direction where Geralt entered hell.

After an unknown period of time, Natasha was delighted to see a familiar figure slowly approaching.

"Go back first, this Russian nesting doll in Silent Hill is a bit troublesome. I have to borrow some people to deal with it."

Geralt said to the two.

Coulson and Natasha returned to the SHIELD headquarters.

Coulson reported everything he experienced in Silent Hill, from the initial strange encounter,

to the various mysterious phenomena discovered later and Geralt's decision to go deep into hell,

to Nick Fury in detail.

At the same time, in Kamar-Taj.

Geralt opened the portal and appeared in the courtyard of Kamar-Taj.

It was the same dark-skinned wizard from last time, leading Geralt to Ancient One's living room.

Arriving at the door of Ancient One's living room. The dark-skinned wizard gently pushed open the door, and a light and elegant tea fragrance came to his face.

Ancient One was sitting at the tea table in the middle of the living room, and had already poured tea.

"What's the matter this time?"

Ancient One's voice was soft and calm. She raised her head slightly and looked at Geralt who came in.

Geralt walked straight to the tea table and said as soon as he sat down:

"Do you know about Silent Hill?"

"I heard a little bit."

Ancient One answered slowly.

"From there I entered a hell space deeper than the other world, and then Mephisto found me."

Geralt said

Hearing the name "Mephisto", the calm and indifferent face of the Ancient One slightly stern, and a trace of subtle seriousness flashed in his eyes.

"What does he want to do?" The Ancient One asked softly, his tone still calm.

"He wants us to send his escaped son back."

Geralt answered concisely and clearly.

Hearing this, the Ancient One slightly raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a meaningful smile,

"It's not us, it's you."

She easily saw through the hidden meaning in Geralt's words.

Geralt did not seem flustered after being exposed so straightforwardly by the Ancient One.

"In the final analysis, it was you, Master Ancient One, who deliberately let the Witch Heart Demon go. You have to help."

"Then how do you want me to help you?"

The Ancient One tilted his head slightly, and his face still had that seemingly light smile on his face.

Her eyes fell calmly on Geralt, as if waiting for him to make a reasonable and feasible request.

"Let's talk about the witch demon later. Now lend me some mages. Silent Hill has opened a hole between hell and the real world. Let them help me patch it up."

Geralt's expression was serious.

If the hole in Silent Hill is not repaired in time, it will bring great trouble to the real world.

"How many people do you want?"

Ancient One asked slowly.

"At least a few hundred."

Geralt said what he thought without hesitation,

The tone seemed that a few hundred mages were just a piece of cake for Ancient One.

"Hundreds? You dare to say that? There are less than 500 mages on the entire earth. I can find you at most 20, which is enough for you to patch it up."

Ancient One also expressed helplessness at Geralt's lion's mouth.

However, considering the seriousness of the matter, Ancient One decided to give Geralt some support.

"20 is about right. With these 20 mages, I can finally melt the Uru steel on the Destroyer, hey, hey."

Geralt thought to himself, his mouth corners unconsciously raised, revealing a sly smile.

In his plan, the original intention of borrowing people from Kamar-Taj was to repair the hole in Silent Hill,

but in fact, that was secondary, and he could fix the hole by himself.

What he really coveted was the magic power of these mages, and he wanted to use their power to overcome the difficulty of Uru steel.

After returning from Kamar-Taj, Geralt led the group of mages to his underground laboratory without stopping.

"What are we doing here? Aren't we going to Silent Hill to help repair the hole in Hell?"

One of the mages asked with a puzzled look on his face. His eyes were full of confusion.

The other mages also cast their eyes on Geralt, waiting for his explanation.

"Well, to mend the hole, don't you need materials?You know how to analyze, help me analyze some materials, and then go to fix the hole. "

Geralt's eyes flickered, and although there was a bit of forced explanation in his words,

but his face remained calm.

After that, he quickly walked to the wreckage of the Destroyer.

The mages looked at each other, although they were confused,

but before they came, the Supreme Mage had told them to listen to Geralt in everything.

So, although they still had doubts in their hearts, everyone still silently gathered at the designated location.

With Geralt's order, the mages formed seals with their hands.

In an instant, a series of dark blue Light poured out from their palms,

intertwined and entangled, gradually converging into a gorgeous magic light curtain.

The power of analysis spread in the air and began to slowly penetrate every inch of the Destroyer's wreckage.

With the joint efforts of everyone, the progress bar of analysis continued to advance.

On the first day, the Uru God Steel only showed a slight change, just like the ice just beginning to melt under the warm sun.

On the second day, the speed of change suddenly accelerated.

Finally, on the third day, the Uru God Steel seemed to be completely The wreckage no longer had the same resistance as before.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, exhausted but with a sense of accomplishment.

Geralt stood aside, watching everything in front of him, secretly happy in his heart,

He knew that he was one step closer to his goal.

After initially getting the Uru Sacred Steel, everyone felt exhausted,

So Geralt arranged for everyone to rest for half a day to recover the consumed magic and energy.

Half a day passed in a flash, and Geralt led the mages to Heading to Silent Hill.

Geralt secretly made a wishful calculation in his heart, but on the surface he pretended to be serious and responsible.

When everyone arrived at the gloomy abandoned hospital.

Geralt stood in front of the hospital, waved his hand, and commanded the mages to take their positions and prepare to perform the sealing spell.

Golden rays of light intertwined and spread like a spider web, gradually covering the entire abandoned hospital.

As the sealing spell was performed, the gloomy feeling from hell was temporarily suppressed.

"Okay, you did a good job."

Geralt looked at the hospital covered by the light of the sealing spell, with a satisfied smile on his face,

and began to deliver his "speech" in a torrent of words,

"After our unremitting efforts, we successfully sealed the gate of hell, prevented the demons from coming out to hurt people, and thwarted the conspiracy of the devil of hell. This is a great thing, a thing that can be remembered in history, you are all heroes. "

His voice was very contagious.

The group of mages who had lived in Kamar-Taj for a long time, devoted themselves to studying magic, and were ignorant of the world,

were excited by Geralt's passionate and praiseful words.

There was excitement and pride in their eyes, and a strong sense of accomplishment surged in their hearts,

as if they had really accomplished a feat of saving the world.

They looked at each other, their faces filled with excited smiles,

convinced that their actions were of extraordinary significance, and that they had become great heroes protecting the world.