Marvel: Traveling through time with Warcraft skills

After curing the infected agent, Geralt immediately cast a teleportation spell and returned to his home.

Captain America was taken care of by Coulson and taken back to the base for treatment.

Geralt believed that with the professional team and advanced equipment of SHIELD,

this legendary hero would gradually recover.

In a hidden corner of the city, there is a mysterious place called Midnight Bar.

The bar was filled with creepy red lights,

the lights were like blood mist, rendering the entire space like the antechamber of hell.

This is the exclusive territory of the voodoo wizard Midnight Father to entertain all kinds of demons and monsters,

all kinds of strange creatures gathered here.

The humans possessed by the will of the devil were in the corner, and their eyes flashed with strange light.

In addition, there were some people with evil breath shuttling among the crowd.

However, Geralt turned a blind eye to all this and walked straight to Midnight Father's room.

The dark humanoid creatures around were originally immersed in this atmosphere filled with evil and chaos.

When they saw Geralt, a pure human, dared to step into this territory, their distorted faces

instantly showed a hideous grin.

Like a group of hungry wolves that found their prey, they slowly surrounded them, with greed and cruelty flashing in their eyes.

"Want to be my spell material?"

Geralt sneered, and that smile was full of disdain and contempt.

At this time, a purple magic aura began to emerge faintly from his body, and that aura was like a smart purple snake,

winding around his body, gradually becoming thicker, and exuding a powerful deterrent.

At this moment, the voice of Midnight Father came:

"Disperse, if you don't want to die."

The dark creatures that were originally eager to try were shocked,

and the grins on their faces froze instantly, replaced by unwillingness.

Although they were reluctant, they still slowly retreated because of their fear of Midnight Father.

They did not realize that just now, it was Midnight Father's words that pulled them back from the brink of death.

The tall figure of Midnight Father slowly appeared at the door of the room.

With a faint smile on his face, he looked at Geralt and said:

"What a rare guest, is there anything I can help you with?"

In Midnight Father's room,

The dim and dim light intertwined with the lingering cigar smoke, adding a bit of haziness to the whole space.

On the sofa, Geralt and Midnight Father sat opposite each other.

Midnight Father leaned back slightly, leaning lazily on the back of the sofa, holding a cigar in his hand.

He took a puff, exhaled a puff of smoke, and said:

"So you want me to help you find the whereabouts of your apprentice Ciri. This shouldn't be the case. You can do this kind of thing yourself."

Geralt picked up the wine glass in front of him and took a sip, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

"She is hiding from me. In this case, it is very troublesome to find her. In the mysterious circle, you have a wide network of contacts, so it shouldn't be difficult to find a wizard."

After hearing this, Midnight Dad nodded slightly, with a meaningful smile on his face.

He took another deep puff of the cigar, and then slowly exhaled a smoke ring.

"I know, leave it to me. I'll let you know when I find it. Next, we should talk about the issue of reward."

"Reward? We have been friends for so many years, do you want a benefit for this little thing?"

Geralt smiled.

"Hey, hey, friendship is friendship, and business is business."

Midnight Dad grinned and laughed twice.

He flicked the cigar in his hand lightly.

Seeing this, Geralt sighed helplessly, looked directly at Midnight Father, and asked:

"What do you want?"

At this time, he was already prepared to face various requests,

but he didn't expect that Midnight Father's next words made him slightly stunned.

When Midnight Father heard this, his expression instantly became serious.

He sat up straight, put the cigar in his hand on the ashtray beside him, and crossed his hands on his chest.

"Help me kill someone. Oh, not a person. It's a vampire."

Geralt couldn't help but feel strange. He frowned, and a trace of doubt appeared in his eyes:

"A small vampire, can't you handle it yourself? Do you still need me to help?"

As a voodoo wizard, it shouldn't be difficult for Midnight Father to deal with an ordinary vampire.

Why did he specifically ask him for help?

Midnight Father seemed to have expected Geralt to have this question. He slowly began to explain:

"This is not an ordinary vampire, it is the vampire elder Victor. "

When the name reached his ears,

Geralt's mind flashed with some rumors about the vampire elder Victor.

He asked with curiosity in his eyes:

"What did he do to you? Why do you have to kill him?"

A trace of hatred flashed in the eyes of Midnight Father, and his voice was filled with anger and grief:

"He killed my sister."

These few short words made the atmosphere in the whole room solemn and depressing.

When Geralt heard this, he understood what such hatred meant.

For Midnight Father, this was not only the grief of losing a loved one,

but also an irreconcilable blood feud that could only be washed away with the blood of the enemy.

So, he nodded slightly:

"I understand, I will take his life for you. Do you have any specific requirements for how to kill him? Do you want to kill him quickly or painfully? "

When Midnight Father heard Geralt's words, the anger on his face eased a little, replaced by a slightly cruel smile.

He picked up the cigar again, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled the smoke, which swirled in front of him.

"You can do it freely. I believe that with your ability, he will definitely be very happy before he dies. "

After the conversation with Midnight Father came to an end, Geralt stood up and left.

In the bar, the creatures that were eroded by the power of darkness cast greedy or fearful eyes,

but under the intimidation of Midnight Father, no one dared to act rashly.

However, when Geralt stepped out of the door of the bar and stepped into the cold street,

he keenly noticed that the evil aura behind him was following him like a shadow.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing an imperceptible sneer,

He already knew in his heart that it was the low-level demons in the bar who were secretly following him.

He deliberately slowed down his pace and walked towards an empty alley.

Sure enough, when he stepped into the depths of the alley, the group of low-level demons appeared,

and quickly surrounded him. He laughed strangely.

"Hehe, kid, I didn't do anything in the bar just now because I was worried about Midnight. Now no one can save you. "

The leader's eyes flashed blood-red, and he was grinning, revealing a row of sharp and jagged fangs,

as if Geralt was already in his pocket, a delicious prey that was about to be devoured.

"You seem to have misunderstood something. Just now in the bar, Midnight actually saved you."

Geralt sneered.

Before he finished speaking, a strong purple magic light appeared on his body,

The light spread rapidly like a surging tide, instantly covering the entire alley.

The demons only felt an irresistible force rushing towards them,

They were horrified to find that their bodies seemed to be tightly bound by countless invisible ropes, unable to move at all.

They widened their eyes, and the greed and pride in their eyes were instantly replaced by fear, and they began to struggle desperately.