Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

Outside the realm of knowledge, on the huge Q-shaped spaceship, Ebony Maw is controlling the instruments on the spaceship to scan the steel platform in front of him inch by inch. While he is scanning, a real-time model slowly appears beside him.

"What's that?" Black Dwarf stood beside him, looking at the blue spot that appeared on the model.

"Our target..." 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 Lord Thanos' order." Ebony Throat patted Black Dwarf's arm, "You have to go with me when the time comes, Black Dwarf."

Earth, New York, the secret base of S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Is everything arranged, Hill?"

"Yes, sir, the entire building has been closed. Three emergency teams are guarding the building, and five teams are guarding the outside. The lowest level of agents left in this building is currently level 8."

Fury nodded: "Very well, let them guard the door, and what you see later will be an eight-level secret."

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

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

Hill stared wide-eyed at the two men in strange robes, and was about to open his mouth to ask who they were, when Nick Fury went up to him and greeted the man with elf ears.

"Welcome, two, let me introduce you. This is my deputy, Maria Hill, the deputy director of S.H.I.E.L.D.," Nick Fury introduced Hill to the two.

"Hello, Maria, I'm Aristophane Windrunner, a mage from Kama Taj." The elf mage introduced himself and pointed to the female mage beside him, "She..."

"Natalia, Natalia? Windrunner," the female mage's hoarse voice reached Hill's ears, "Nice to meet you, Ms. Hill."

"Ah? Oh, hello!" Hill withdrew his emotions and shook hands with them.

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

"That's what you think, Fury," the elf mage said with a smile, and then took out a bottle of golden potion and a hardcover book exuding pale golden light from the backpack at his waist, "Okay, I'm going to start resuscitating the captain next."

He walked to the side of Captain America Steve Rogers who was lying on the bed. He had just been transported from the North Pole. His face was pale and he was exuding a cold air. It's a corpse.

Aristophanes placed the glowing book beside his pillow, then picked up the bottle of golden potion, gently unscrewed the stopper, and a burst of holy power immediately filled the entire room.

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

Aristophanes didn't answer, but carefully poured it into Rogers' mouth, and Hill and Fury were surprised that it didn't come out of the corner of his mouth.

"Fury, in my hundreds of years of life, I have seen several extremely powerful forces. Some of them represent life, some represent order, some represent chaos, and some represent death.

Practitioners of these powers are usually led to tendencies similar to energy attributes. "

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

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

"Then is this the kind of power you gave the captain?" Fury asked, seeing the golden energy gradually flowing into the captain's body.

The elf mage nodded: "That's right, this is a seed of holy light. I want to see if the captain can sustain this power. It is very idealistic, but it is also powerful enough."

What Aristophanes didn't tell them was that this experiment and potion were actually pre-experiments for the mass production of elf paladins after returning to Azeroth. After all, there are no naaru in this world, only the sun. Can it work.

At this time, Rogers was already shrouded in golden holy light, some black shadow power emerged from his body, and fell on the bed making a "sizzling" sound. The captain frowned, grunted, and sweat poured out His forehead leached.

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

"I said this is a very idealistic power, Fury," Aristophanes also took out his weapon, carefully looked at the shadow energy in front of him, and at the same time gave him a meaningful look, "This is the power of the Holy Light." The dark side of his heart was revealed, and these shadow powers were generated accordingly."

The one-eyed black man understood what he meant. In their eyes, the captain who is almost a saint has so much darkness. I'm afraid...

Soon the shadow power on the captain disappeared in the holy light, and Rogers, who was floating in the air, also descended, the golden light was withdrawn from his body, and he slowly opened his eyes.

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

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

"It's over, go home, Carter... someone is waiting for me!" Rogers seemed to remember something, he glanced out the window, and jumped out, but the outside was not the real avenue, but a projection made by an instrument he couldn't understand .

"Is this Hydra's conspiracy again? No, I have to go back quickly and warn Carter and the general!" The captain thought while running, when several heavily armed soldiers stopped in front of him.

"Agents, stop him!" Fury and Hill who followed behind ordered loudly, but unfortunately, the experienced Captain America is not something these S.H.I.E.L.D. Where he was, a faint golden light was constantly seeping into his body.

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

Then Rogers came to Times Square, he recognized it, stood there and looked around, staring blankly at the big screen on 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, and other agents also stopped the crowd outside.

"Listen, I'm sorry, we didn't want to take such drastic steps to wake you up because we thought it best to let you take this slowly, but time is limited..."

"Accept what?"

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

Rogers froze for a moment, looked around again, panting and slowly calmed down.

"Are you OK?"

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