Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

Outside of Zhiwu Domain, on the huge Q-shaped spacecraft, the Ebony Throat is manipulating the instruments on the spacecraft to scan the steel platform in front of it inch by inch. While he is scanning, a real-time model slowly appears next to it.

　　 "What is that?" The black dwarf stood beside him, looking at the blue light spot on the model.

　　 "Our goal..." Ebony Throat looked at the model, carefully placed the scanner on those spots, and a large amount of data appeared on the screen in front of them like a waterfall.

　　 "Okay, wait for it to calculate, and soon we will be able to complete the orders of Lord Thanos." The ebony throat patted the black dwarf's arm, "You will go with me then, black dwarf."

　　 Earth, New York, the secret base of SHIELD.

　　 "Has everyone arranged, Hill?"

　　 "Yes, sir, the entire building has been closed. Three emergency teams are guarding inside the building, and five teams are guarding outside the building. The lowest level left on this floor are all eight-level agents."

　　 Ferry nodded: "Very well, let them guard the door. What you see later will be Level 8 Secrets."

　　 Looking at the blond white man lying on the bed, Hill was a little puzzled: "Sir, isn't this secret the captain?"

　　 The one-eyed black man shook his head, took out his cell phone and sent a message, and then a golden circular portal appeared in front of them, and Aristophane and Natalia came out.

　　 Hill stared at the two men in weird robes, and was about to open his mouth to ask who they were. Nick Fury greeted him and said hello to the man with elf ears.

　　 "Welcome to you, two, let me introduce you, this is my deputy, Maria Hill, deputy director of SHIELD," Nick Fury introduced Hill to the two.

　　 "Hello, Maria, I am Aristophane Windrunner, a wizard from Kama Taj." The wizard wizard introduced herself and pointed to the female wizard next to her, "She..."

　　 "Natalia, Natalia? Windrunner," the female mage's somewhat hoarse voice passed into Hill's ears, "It's nice to meet you, Ms. Hill."

　　 "Huh? Oh, hello!" Hill took back his emotions and shook hands with them.

　　 Fury noticed the female mage’s self-introduction, and he was a little curious: "You guys..."

"Just what you think, Fury," the wizard mage said with a smile, and then took out a bottle of golden potion and a hard leather book with pale golden light from the backpack around his waist. "Okay, Next I will start to recover the captain."

He walked to the side of Captain America Steve Rogers lying on the bed. He had just been transported from the North Pole. His face was pale and his body was chilly. If it weren't for the occasional throbbing of his chest, I'm afraid anyone would think him. It is a corpse.

　　 Aristophanes put the luminous book next to his pillow, then picked up the golden potion and gently unscrewed the stopper. A burst of holy power immediately filled the room.

　　 Hill wanted to say something, but Fury opened his mouth and asked, "What is that potion, Aristophanes?"

　　 Aristophane didn't answer, but carefully poured it into Rogers's mouth. What surprised Hill and Fury was that it didn't flow out of the corners of their mouths.

"Fry, in my life for hundreds of years, I have seen several extremely powerful forces. Some of them represent life, some represent order, some represent chaos, and some represent death. The practitioners of these powers are usually guided. Tend to be similar to energy attributes."

　　 Along with his words, Fury and Hill saw golden light emerge from Captain America's mouth and began to penetrate into his body.

　　 "Among them, there is a kind of power called holy light, which represents kindness and justice, and it is opposite to the shadow, but the two complement each other and transform each other. And the person who uses them, we call him the priest."

　　 "Then you give the captain this kind of power?" Ferry asked, looking at the golden energy gradually flowing into the captain's body.

　　 The wizard mage nodded: "Yes, this is a seed of holy light. I want to see if the captain can hold up this kind of power. It is ideal, but it is also strong enough."

What Aristophan didn’t tell them was that this experiment and potion were actually pre-experiments for mass-produced elf paladins after returning to Azeroth. After all, there is no naaru in this world, only the sun. Can it work?

At this moment Rogers was enveloped by the golden holy light. Some black shadow power emerged from his body and fell on the bed with a "sizzle" sound. The captain frowned, his mouth groaned, and a lot of sweat came from His forehead leached.

　　 "What's the matter?" Fury's face was gloomy, and Hill put his hand on the gun handle behind his waist.

"I said this is a very spiritual force, Fury." Aristophane also took out his weapon, carefully looked at the shadow energy in front of him, and gave him a meaningful look. "This is the movement of the Holy Light. The dark side of his heart, these shadow powers are generated accordingly."

　　 The one-eyed black man understands what he means. In their eyes, the captain who is almost a saint has so much darkness, I am afraid...

　　 Soon the shadow power on the captain's body disappeared in the holy light, and Rogers, who was floating in the air, also descended, the golden light was taken back into his body, and he slowly opened his eyes.

"Where am I? Who are you?" Rogers opened his slightly confused eyes. When he saw the person in front of him clearly, his pupils shrank and quickly stepped back to the wall, picking up the decorative painting hanging on the wall. The shield stood in front of his chest.

　　 Fury stepped forward: "Relax, soldier, the war is over, you are home."

"End, go home, Carter...someone is waiting for me!" Rogers seemed to think of something. He glanced out the window and jumped out. However, the outside was not a real avenue, but a projection made by an instrument he couldn't understand. ~www.ltnovel.com~ Is this another Hydra conspiracy? No, I have to go back quickly and warn Carter and the general! "The captain thought as he ran, several heavily armed soldiers stopped in front of him.

"Agents, stop him!" Ferry and Hill who followed loudly ordered, but unfortunately, the experienced Captain America is not something these S.H.I.E.L.D. agents can resist, and he can't see it. In the place, the faint golden light is constantly seeping into his body.

　　 He rushed out of the building easily. The street was full of neon lights and billboards. The traffic flow was very prosperous. He didn't know where he was, so he could only run barefoot with all his strength, while Ferry and others drove and hung behind him.

　　 Then Rogers came to Times Square. He recognized this place, stood still and looked around, staring blankly at the big screen in the square. Fury and the others drove to his side.

　　 "Don't be nervous, soldier, the war is over." Nick Fury got out of the car and emphasized again that other agents also blocked the crowd outside.

　　 "Listen, I'm sorry, we didn't want to take such drastic measures to wake you up, because we think it's best for you to accept these slowly, but time is limited..."

"Accept what?"

　　 "You have been asleep, Captain, for about seventy years."

　　 Rogers was stunned, then looked around again, panting and slowly calming down.

"Are you OK?"

　　 Rogers shook his head: "It's okay, but...I have a date..."