漫威超级英雄双语故事. Doctor Strange 奇异博士：黑魔法之谜(txt+pdf+epub+mobi电子书下载)

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漫威超级英雄双语故事. Doctor Strange 奇异博士：黑魔法之谜试读：

As a young man, Stephen Strange always believed in himself first and foremost. After graduating medical school with honors, Strange became one of the most gifted surgeons in the world. His practice thrived, garnering him wealth and attention. It also brought out his selfishness and arrogance.

As a doctor, Strange was known for his skill and precision, but in his personal life, he was reckless and irresponsible. One evening he took his favorite car out for a spin, only to lose control and crash it into a tree. His colleagues saved his life, but Strange's hands were damaged beyond repair. His amazing gifts were lost, and he would never be able to perform surgery again.

Instead of allowing anger and frustration to consume him, Strange went on a spiritual journey to the mountains of Tibet, where he encountered the Ancient One, a being with vast magical powers. The Ancient One taught Strange humility and caution, training him in a new discipline—the mystic arts.

When the time came, the Ancient One passed on to a new plane of existence and bestowed on Stephen Strange the mantle of Sorcerer Supreme. Though his life didn't turn out exactly how he expected, he found fulfillment in his work as Doctor Stranger.扫一扫，收听本节英语音频CHAPTER　1

“Coming through!” shouted Falcon as he zoomed through the Long Island Mall. During his adventures as Falcon, Sam Wilson had seen some pretty crazy things. He had fought Super-Androids, alien armies, and even rock trolls. Now a group of werewolf-lizard creatures was invading, and he couldn't believe his weird luck. Falcon landed safely in the middle of the mall, where he met Iron Man, Captain Marvel, Thor, and Scarlet Witch. “Everyone has been safely evacuated. The coast is clear,” he said. “Let's go kick some werelizard butt. Avengers, assemble!”

“Not so fast, Sam,” said Iron Man. “We've got to figure out what these things are first. That way we know exactly what we're dealing with.”

“They're big, ugly, and they stink,” Sam said. “What more do we need to know?”

A group of crazed werelizards emerged from the food court, where they'd been snacking on tacos. The glint in their eyes said they were still hungry, and the Avengers looked like they could be the creatures' next meal.

“Back, monsters!” hollered Thor. He swung his mighty hammer, Mjolnir, and launched it directly at the werelizards, knocking down a row of them with a single blow.

“Help!” someone cried from nearby.

“It sounds like we missed someone during the evacuation,” said Carol Danvers, known to her teammates as Captain Marvel. “I'll handle this one.”

She followed the voice to Poloski's Department Store, where a little girl was hiding behind a rack of clothing. “Don't worry, sweetheart, you're safe now,” Captain Marvel assured her.

“Look out!” the little girl said, pointing at an approaching werelizard.

Captain Marvel kicked the werelizard, causing it to stumble backward and get disoriented. “And now for the big finish,” she said, grabbing the beast by its scruff and tossing it into the air. “Gotcha!” said Falcon, catching the werelizard and flying away with it. “Let's find a good place for you to take a bath.” He dropped the creature in the mall fountain, and returned to his friends.

“Thanks for the assist, Sam,” said Captain Marvel.

“That's what teamwork is all about,” Falcon said. Sam was so preoccupied that he didn't notice two hungry werelizards sneaking up behind him.

“I guess it's up to the handsome, super-intelligent Tony Stark to save the day, as usual,” Iron Man said, using his repulsor rays to blast away the sneaky werelizards and save Falcon. “At least I'm good at it. Hey, Wanda, what do you make of these things?”

“These beasts are unnatural,” said Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch. She tried using her chaos magic to decipher the origin of the werelizards, but came up empty. “They've been enchanted with a strange magic even my power can't seem to figure out,” she confessed.

“Magic. My favorite,” Iron Man said, rolling his eyes. It was widely known that technology lover Iron Man despised magic.

But there was one person who would know exactly where the werelizards came from. The only problem was that he didn't always see eye to eye with the Avengers—or any other heroes, for that matter—since they called him only when they needed something. He had a reputation for being aloof and difficult, though his power was undeniable. He was Doctor Strange, a master of the mystic arts. And it was only a matter of time before he showed up.

As the Avengers continued to fight the werelizards, a familiar voice echoed through the mall: “These are curious little monsters. I wonder who made them.”

“Show yourself, Loki,” snarled Thor. “We haven't time for your games!”

In a puff of mist, Loki, Asgardian god of mischief, appeared. He hovered above the heroes, watching them battle and smirking.

“These disgusting creatures are your doing, aren't they, Brother?” said Thor.

“I would never create beasts this primitive. I simply came here to watch.” Loki cackled.

Thor charged at his brother. He wasn't in the mood for this. “Defend yourself!” he shouted.

“Perhaps I'll visit again when you're less busy,” said Loki, before disappearing in a burst of thin smoke.

Suddenly, the mall fell completely dark and a rumbling shook the structure to its foundation.

In a flash of lightning, each one disappeared right before their eyes, leaving behind only a wisp of vapor. The werelizards were gone at last, and things could return to normal. The Avengers stood amazed. Doctor Strange was quite impressive.

“It took you long enough,” said Iron Man. “But thanks for the wacky magic mumbo jumbo. That was a close one.”

“Believe it or not, Mr. Stark, I have matters of my own to attend to,” said Doctor Strange. “You should know that magic is nothing to be trifled with.”

“What were those things?” asked Captain Marvel.

“They were innocent animals who had been fused together,” Strange explained. “I used a spell to transport them to another dimension, where they'll do no harm. When the spell wears off, they will return to their true forms and rejoin our world.”

“It was Loki!” declared Thor.

Doctor Strange closed his eyes. He used his power as Sorcerer Supreme to reach out across the enchanted realms and find information on the werelizards. Strange opened his eyes and they glowed bright yellow.

“This wasn't Loki's doing,” he said. “It's a dark magic I cannot identify.” Strange was very knowledgeable about magic in all its forms. If he couldn't identify the source of the disturbance, it did not bode well.

“Join the Avengers and we shall find this evil sorcery together,” said Thor.

Strange brushed aside the offer. “No, thank you. You do not know the mystic arts like I do. The world of magic can be very dangerous, as you have seen today. If we were to work together, you'd just be in the way,” he said, using his Cloak of Levitation to rise into the air.

“But we're so fun to hang out with!” joked Iron Man. “I'll even let you teach me a card trick or two.”

“Mr. Stark, I prefer to handle magical affairs on my own. Farewell, Avengers,” Doctor Strange declared, then disappeared into thin air.

Iron Man shook his head in disbelief. “Who turns down help from the Avengers?” he asked. “Oh well. Good luck, Doc. If something bad really is happening in the world of magic, you're going to need it.”扫一扫，收听本节英语音频CHAPTER　2

“I'm covered in the foul stench of dark magic!” shouted Doctor Strange, brushing himself off. He'd returned home with many questions. Someone was using magic for evil purposes, and he intended to find out who.

Doctor Strange's home, the Sanctum Sanctorum, was an enchanted mansion on a quiet street in Manhattan's Greenwich Village. No one would ever suspect it was filled with mysteries. Doctor Strange felt quite at home among its many magical curiosities.

As he made his way down a long hallway toward the library, he passed numerous mystical wonders. Each door in the Sanctum led to a different realm—some of them peaceful, some of them dangerous. Opening the wrong one could unleash a fleet of tentacled demons or the restless spirits of the undead.

“By the Vishanti!” exclaimed Doctor Strange as a small beastie scurried across his feet. The Sanctum also played host to bizarre creatures from time to time. At last Strange arrived at the library and was greeted by his comrade and faithful assistant, Wong.

“Wong, one of the naked soul rats has gotten loose,” said Doctor Strange. “I thought we'd gotten them all since their invasion. See that it's found and disposed of properly. It's very dangerous to have such a creature running around.”

“I'll put on my haunted gloves and look for it after lunch,” said Wong, sighing. “Welcome home, Stephen. How was the mall?”

Wong knew Doctor Strange better than anyone. They'd been confidants for many years, and Wong was always there to listen or offer advice when the world of magic was too much for Doctor Strange to handle. Wong was also an expert martial artist and master of all trades who cataloged Doctor Strange's many magical artifacts from across the multiverse.

“Something bad is happening, Wong. The world of magic is in danger. Dark forces are at work, and I must find the source before it's too late!” declared a frustrated Doctor Strange.

“I hope you didn't track ectoplasm across the floor when you arrived,” said Wong. “I just cleaned all the rugs by hand.” Wong was also the Sanctum's housekeeper.

“No, no, no,” muttered Doctor Strange under his breath. It had been a long day, and he was getting extremely cranky. Strange's Cloak of Levitation whipped off of his body and hung itself neatly on a coat-rack nearby as he began searching the bookshelves for information that could help.

“Relax. Take a hot bath. Are you hungry?” asked Wong. “I made some soup.” Wong made a very tasty chicken noodle soup.

Strange wasn't having any of it. “I don't have time for baths and soup!” he exclaimed, furiously scanning his library. With so much information at his disposal, surely he'd be able to find the answers to his questions.

An idea occurred to him. “I must travel to the Astral Plane and speak with my mentor, the Ancient One. He'll be able to tell me about these dimensional fluctuations.”

The Astral Plane was an alternate dimension beyond the earth, filled with magical energies both light and dark. To reach the Astral Plane, a magician must separate mind from body through a process called astral projection. It required focus and concentration.

Doctor Strange sat, legs crossed, in the middle of the room. He closed his eyes tightly, took two deep breaths, and cleared his mind. His journey to the spirit world had begun.

“Be careful,” warned Wong.

“I'm always careful,” Doctor Strange assured him as his glowing blue spirit left his physical body and rose into the air.

Wong left Strange to his business. “I'll go see if I can find that soul rat,” he said, leaving the room and closing the door behind him.

“Welcome, Stephen. It's been a long time. You're looking agitated,” said the Ancient One, joining Doctor Strange on the Astral Plane. The Ancient One was a powerful magician of the highest order. He had been the Sorcerer Supreme before Doctor Strange inherited the title. When the Ancient One's mortal body passed on, his spirit moved to the Astral Plane for all eternity. Now whenever Doctor Strange needed advice, he visited his former instructor. They had an amiable but complicated relationship.

“I have no time for small talk. I need your guidance, Ancient One. Magic is being used unnaturally. Evil forces are at work,” explained Doctor Strange. “What do you know of it?”

“Hmmm. You have many tools at your disposal. Look at all these spell books and enchanted weapons,” the Ancient One said. “Why not use them?”

“I will,” answered Strange. “But first I need help in finding the source of these troubles. I can sense danger, but I don't know where it's coming from.”

“You have many enemies,” offered the Ancient One.

“This is true. Loki could be a suspect, though the creatures I fought today aren't his style,” said Strange. “I need more information.”

“Have you tried asking your friends for assistance?” inquired the Ancient One. Doctor Strange bristled at the question.

“The Avengers are brightly colored Super Heroes whom I greatly respect,” Strange explained, “but they don't understand the world of magic as I do. And I prefer to work alone.”

The Ancient One eyed Strange's brightly colored Cloak of Levitation and let out a hearty chuckle. “Ha-ha! Says the man with the dramatic living cape.” He smirked. “I wasn't referring to the Avengers. Friends come in many shapes and sizes. You may need some in the near future.”

Doctor Strange disagreed. “I prefer to handle issues of magic by myself!” he demanded. “I come to you with important questions, and you answer me in riddles!”

“Calm yourself, master of the mystic arts. The Astral Plane is crawling with spirits who would take advantage of your emotion,” warned the Ancient One. “You face many enemies, Stephen. Look around you and remain guarded. Life is a journey. Be patient and careful.”

The Ancient One's spirit disappeared, and Doctor Strange was left alone on the Astral Plane. He thought his wise mentor would give him answers, but Strange was just left with more questions. As he prepared to return to the Earthly Plane, he sensed something was wrong. The Astral Plane grew cold, and a shiver shot up his spine. He was not alone.扫一扫，收听本节英语音频CHAPTER　3

“How many lives have you saved, Stephen?” a soft voice whispered into Doctor Strange's ear, startling him. He turned to see who it could be, but no one was there. Someone new was with him on the Astral Plane. The voice grew angry. “Master of the mystic arts? Ha! You are not worthy of the power you wield!”

Doctor Strange felt uneasy. The voice sounded familiar but he couldn't quite place it. Even in his astral form, Strange could feel the room getting colder. Dark shadows danced across the walls in front of him. “Show yourself, whoever you are!” he shouted. Soon the shadows began peeling away to become slithering snakelike creatures. “By the Vishanti,” he muttered under his breath.

“The Vishanti can't help you now,” the mysterious voice replied.

The shadow creatures taunted Strange as their hissing grew louder and louder. Sensing danger, the Cloak of Levitation quickly surrounded Doctor Strange's physical body, shielding it from danger. “Let the light of the all-seeing Eye of Agamotto blind you, creatures of the dark!” Strange ordered sternly. The cloak's amulet released a flash of blinding white light, burning the shadow creatures and causing them to sizzle. They scattered back into the walls, but the whispers continued.

“You doubt yourself, Strange. I see magic is taking its toll on you,” the voice said. “Why not relax and take the vacation of your dreams?”

At last! Doctor Strange knew exactly who he was dealing with: Nightmare, ruler of the Dream Dimension. Nightmare was a ghoulish villain who delighted in tormenting his enemies with their deepest and darkest fears. He wished to feed on those fears and use them to increase his power. He often hid on the Astral Plane, lying in wait to strike Strange at his weakest moment. He was close to getting his wish.

“Do not mock me, Nightmare!” commanded Doctor Strange. The shadow creatures appeared again, swarming Strange's astral form from behind and grabbing him tightly. He struggled to break free, but their grip tightened.

At last, Nightmare showed himself. He stared at Doctor Strange, tilting his head ever so slightly. He was looking for fear. Nightmare snapped his fingers and a vision of the past appeared in front of Doctor Strange. It was an image of his early days as a young doctor. It had brought him great joy to save lives using the skills he learned in medical school, but a terrible accident had changed all that. He lost the use of his hands and was no longer able to perform surgery. It hurt Strange to be reminded of his past in such a way.

“My powers have grown since last we tangled,” Nightmare sneered. “Look at your past, Stephen. See your fear. See your pain!” The happy visions swiftly became darker. Doctor Strange watched his younger self grow frustrated, struggling to hold a scalpel. It made him angry.

“You won't scare me, Nightmare. I fought through my pain. It made me stronger,” Strange growled. “And when I break free, I'll show you just how strong I've become.”

Nightmare let out a loud belly laugh, savoring the moment. Strange, however, saw an opportunity. He looked around the room, scanning it for items he could use to escape. Aha! The Sword of Ultimate Shadow would do the trick. It was housed in a glass case nearby. Strange focused his mental energies and commanded the sword to leap from the case and cut him out of the shadow creatures' grip. The sword did just that, and soon Doctor Strange's astral form was free at last. He grabbed the weapon and gripped it tightly, preparing for battle.

“Clever, clever,” said Nightmare. “Your magical items come in quite handy. I hope no one ever steals them. Then you'd be in real trouble.”

Could Nightmare be behind the dark magic Doctor Strange had sensed? He was certainly powerful enough; that much was obvious. “The world of magic is unbalanced. What do you know of it?” demanded Strange.

Nightmare cackled heartily once again. “Ha-ha-ha! Magic is always unbalanced! Magic is always uncertain! That is its nature, fool!”

Doctor Strange became impatient. “Why are you here, Nightmare? Reveal your true intentions or leave the Astral Plane at once!”

“My intentions were simply to test your mettle,” said Nightmare. “You'll soon face a much bigger challenge than I present. The question remains: Will you rise to the occasion?”

Nightmare slithered his thin frame through the air toward Doctor Strange. “Your fears were delicious. I look forward to dining on them again soon,” he said before evaporating.

Doctor Strange's astral form soon rejoined his physical body as he returned to the Earthly Plane. He was exhausted by Nightmare's taunting. In fact, it had made him quite hungry.

Wong sensed his friend was in need and rushed into the room to check on him. “Are you all right?” he asked. “I heard some commotion.”

“I'm fine,” replied Strange, out of breath. “I think I'll have some of that soup now.”扫一扫，收听本节英语音频CHAPTER　4

“You have visitors!” yelled Wong.

Doctor Strange had been reading the Book of the Vishanti for days. It contained powerful spells that Strange could use to defend himself against a variety of attacks, but would it be enough? The same question had been bothering him since the incident with the werelizards: What is happening to magic? For the moment, it would remain unanswered as he attended to some unexpected guests.

“May I present the Scarlet Witch and Iron Fist,” announced Wong, taking an extravagant bow. “Welcome to the Sanctum Sanctorum.”

“I guess we're pretty important, huh?” said Iron Fist.

“Wong is putting on a show for you,” said Strange. Wong had quite a sense of humor. “Daniel Rand, otherwise known as Iron Fist, Zen student of the K'un Lun. It's a pleasure to meet you. Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch, good to see you again. What brings you by? I'm very busy.”

“We were just in the neighborhood and wanted to hang out. Let's order pizza!” said Iron Fist, plopping down in a chair and putting up his feet.

The Scarlet Witch smiled. “Your home is truly amazing, Stephen. My powers aren't nearly as developed as yours, but I'd love to spend some time in your library,” she said, gazing at the many marvels that surrounded her. “I envy your commitment.”

“You are an incredible illusionist, Wanda,” complimented Strange. “Focus on your strengths and not your weaknesses. Only then can you grow.”

The arms of Iron Fist's chair reared up and grabbed him by the wrists, causing him to jump. “Whoa!” he exclaimed. “That chair is alive!”

“Indeed it is,” said Doctor Strange. “The Sanctum is filled with many enchanted relics from my adventures across the dimensional planes. And yet even with all of these items, I can't find the answers I currently need.”

Iron Fist picked up a bizarre-looking cylinder and began to play with it as if he were a pirate with a sword.

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