Marvel: Traveling through time with Warcraft skills

"Let me go in and take a look."

Geralt said to Coulson.

The captain's breathing was even and steady, and his vital signs were stable.

Colson nodded slightly and opened the door of the medical room.

Geralt slowly approached the bed, slowly stretched out his hand, and placed it on the captain's forehead.

Instantly, Geralt's consciousness seemed to be pulled by an invisible force,

Instantly crossed the barrier between the real world and the spiritual world, and entered the depths of Captain America's spirit.

Inside, Geralt saw that Captain America was wearing a straight dress, with an upright and elegant posture,

His face was filled with a happy and satisfied smile, and he was dancing with a beautiful woman.

She was wearing a gorgeous long dress, and the hem of the skirt swayed gently with the dance steps, like a blooming flower.

"Peggy, I really want to keep going like this."

Captain America hugged Peggy tightly, his voice full of affection and attachment.

Geralt was about to wake up the captain.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of him without any warning.

It was a young man in a black windbreaker, his face was cold and mysterious, his eyes were deep.

The corners of the man's mouth slightly raised, revealing a meaningful smile.

At this moment, Geralt felt that he was expelled from Captain America's spiritual world.

"Oh my! This feeling and this power, it should be Morpheus, what does he want to do?"

Geralt couldn't help but be surprised.

His brows were tightly furrowed, and his eyes were full of confusion and vigilance.

This Lord of Endless Dreams, he trapped Captain America, what does he want to do? .

His face became solemn and worried.

Coulson was keenly aware of Geralt's abnormality, and an ominous premonition surged in his heart, and he hurriedly asked:

"What's wrong? Is there any problem?"

Geralt slowly walked out of the medical room, shook his head gently, and whispered:

. "Things are very troublesome, the captain seems to be trapped."

Geralt and Coulson came to Nick Fury's office together.

Nick Fury sat behind his desk with a serious expression.

His one eye stared at the two people who came in, as if waiting for Geralt's explanation.

"I entered the captain's spiritual world and saw that the captain was intoxicated in a beautiful dream. I was about to wake him up when I was driven out by a powerful force. Obviously, the captain was trapped by someone deliberately set up a trap."

"Who did it deliberately?"

Nick Fury's expression became more and more solemn.

"There is only one person who has such ability and such familiar means. As far as I know, he is not a human being, but a god. He is the Lord of the Endless Dream Mirror, the Dream God Morpheus. He is a very troublesome person."

Geralt said slowly.

"Another god? Can't these gods stop making trouble? What does he want to do?"

Nick Fury frowned, his face full of irritation and dissatisfaction.

He unconsciously clenched his fists, as if he was extremely indignant at the gods' unwarranted interference in human affairs.

"I don't know what he wants to do either. I have to go to him and ask him in person. Such a god, who deliberately came to trap a person, must have a special purpose."

Geralt said to Nick Fury.

"Then this matter will be handed over to you. The captain must not be in trouble. He has a special meaning to our world. If you need any help, just say it."

Nick Fury stared at Geralt closely, his eyes full of trust and expectation.

He knew that this kind of thing could only be handed over to Geralt, and SHIELD had no experience and means to deal with such things for the time being.

After deciding to meet Morpheus, Geralt did not dare to slack off and devoted himself to preparations.

Geralt had only heard of this Lord of Dream Mirror, and this was the first time he had seen him.

The Dream Mirror Kingdom where he was located was outside the real world.

It was not easy to enter it with a physical body, and one had to enter through a special entrance.

"You guys stay on standby at SHIELD. I'll go to the Dream Mirror Realm by myself this time."

Geralt gave orders to the mysterious team members who were waiting in a state of alert.

Geralt came to an extremely old alley alone.

The walls of this alley were full of graffiti of various shapes and styles.

And on one of the walls, a unique graffiti attracted Geralt's attention.

It was a red door painted very realistically, which stood out among the chaotic graffiti around it.

He took a deep breath and slowly walked towards the red door.

Geralt stood in front of the graffiti wall with the red door painted on it.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, concentrated his mind, and slowly extended his mental power like a thread.

When the invisible mental power touched the graffiti, a mysterious and strange breath suddenly appeared.

The graffiti door, which was originally flat, seemed to be given life.

It began to twist and deform slowly, the paint flowed and gathered like liquid, the lines gradually thickened and bulged,

The originally illusory two-dimensional image was transforming into a real three-dimensional object at an extraordinary speed.

The real door transformed from graffiti was completely presented in front of Geralt.

Geralt did not hesitate at all. He reached out his hand, grasped the door handle that had become cold and real, and pushed it hard.

The door slowly opened, and a fresh breeze with a strange fragrance blew in his face, blowing his hair and clothes.

The scene behind the door made Geralt excited. This is the domain of Morpheus, the Lord of the Dream Mirror.

What was presented in front of him was a picturesque scenery, with undulating mountains in the distance, and lush vegetation on the mountains.

At the foot of the mountain, a clear stream flowed.

And between these mountains and rivers, a magnificent castle stands tall.

Geralt raised his head slightly, his eyes firmly fixed on the castle,

He knew that the Lord of the Dream Mirror he was looking for was most likely in it.

So he walked along the main road towards the castle.

When Geralt stepped in front of the huge and heavy gate of the castle, the two doors slowly opened to both sides automatically.

Inside the door, a black butler in an exquisite black dress stood upright.

"Dear guest, please follow me. My lord has been waiting for a long time."

The butler bowed slightly and said in a low and magnetic voice,

Then he turned around gracefully and led Geralt inside.

Under the guidance of the butler, Geralt came to the banquet hall of the castle.

It was spacious and magnificent. Under the huge round dome, a long dining table was placed in it.

The table was filled with various delicacies and crystal clear wine glasses, but no one else was seated.

At the end of the table, Geralt finally saw his target, Morpheus, the Lord of Dream Mirror.

Morpheus was wearing a signature black windbreaker.

When Morpheus saw Geralt, he smiled meaningfully.

"Welcome to my kingdom. I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"I don't understand why you, the Lord of Dream Mirror, would come to me. And why do you use such a troublesome method."

Geralt frowned, his eyes full of confusion and puzzlement.

He really couldn't figure out why this high and mighty god would deliberately trap Captain America in a dream,

and why he would go to such great lengths to lure him here.