Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Uh"

Tyrion, wearing a trench coat, appeared in Brooklyn, on the 6th Street block.

At the moment he landed, the mighty wind around his body blew up the fallen leaves on the ground, and the yellow leaves swirled and drifted towards the surroundings. The surrounding street lights also seemed to be disturbed by some kind of power, and the bright lights were dimmed in a blink.

The shadow of Tyraine blended into the shadow behind him, so that the shadow of the night began to creep slowly. Lord Lord calmed his breath and calmed the creeping shadow, but behind him, the darkness covering the ground had become a dead, twisted thing, as if infused with some kind of gloom The same power.

The lord raised his head and looked at the slightly old shop in front of him. At midnight, the store was still open, but it was like saving a little electricity. Several lights in front of the store were turned off, leaving only the last light, which illuminated the store above. A line of words.

"Richter Treasure Shop"

Um, this looks like a shop selling all kinds of antiquities. It can be seen that the owner also specially designed the appearance of the shop, and it is also dotted with many flowers and plants, but why...it looks so shabby here?

The Lord Lord pondered for a moment, he raised his hand, a folded black umbrella appeared in his palm, he walked up the stairs, and then stretched out his hand, pushing the door of Richter's treasure shop.

"Ding Dong"

The sound of the wooden door striking the bell broke the quietness of the shop that hadn't been visited by guests for a long time. Behind the counter in front of the lord, the female clerk who was dozing seemed to be awakened by the sudden ringing of the bell. She suddenly raised her head and saw the lord who was stepping into the shop.

This woman has a strange temperament.

She has a good face and a perfect figure, but there is always a faint charm of charm on her face without powder, especially the eyes, like two crescent moons, radiating hooks all the time. The temptation of people.

Normal human life can never grow like this...

This is a succubus!

Is a succubus summoned by a warlock.

"interesting..."

The high lord looked at the succulent woman in front of him. The latter stood behind the counter under the watch of Tyrion and shivered.

Ms. Sarah didn't know why she was trembling, but with the guy in front of her who couldn't see her heels, wearing a black trench coat and holding a black umbrella step by step, her body was trembling instinctively.

Although, she could not feel any trace of power from the slender figure in front of her eyes.

For the first time since she was called to New York City by Felix Riven, the only warlock in the world, from a fissure, she was so helpless for the first time.

She wants to fight back, but her body is telling her...

Can't move! Don't move! will die!

The succubi's perception from the depths of the soul tells her that a threat to life and soul has come.

"boom"

The Lord’s finger was tapped on the table in front of Sarah, and at the moment his finger touched the glass, the glass seemed to be evacuated, and began to transform into the original quicksand, together with the one placed in it. All the fakes were turned into a pile of sand in a blink of an eye.

This is the instinctive transformation of the power of death. The high lord frowned and took his fingers back.

But Sarah's hands on the table already seemed to be thrown into the fast forward time stream. Just in the blink of an eye, those beautiful and slender hands became dry and thin, full of wrinkles and age spots, just like being taken out of life.

"Can you tell me..."

Tyrion jumped a green light ball with his fingertips, just like playing a game, put it in his fingers and turned back and forth. He looked at the terrified Miss Succubus in front of him. He asked gently:

"Where are the twins?"

"Double what? Twins?"

Sarah was trying hard to keep herself awake. But the gleaming light in the right eye of the high lord was like a spiritual vortex, and she was to inhale all her wisdom.

Miss Succubus is like a drowning person, her body cannot move under the pressure of Tyraine's breath, and her soul calls her unreliable master in a spiritual link.

but...

Such a weak soul is almost undefended in front of the Great Lord.

He didn't even need Miss Succubus to tell the answer to this question. He was like browsing Sarah's memory. After a few seconds, the Lord Lord found the answer he needed.

He coughed lightly.

In front of him, Miss Sarah was already disturbed by the power of death, and the whole person lost that glamorous posture, as if being emptied of vitality, like a horrible mummy.

This is not the deliberate torment of the succubus lady in front of Tyrion. In fact, with the current identity and power of the Lord Lord, he will no longer bully such a small succubus lady. He is looking for answers from Ms. Sarah’s mind, and only a trace of power is revealed. The lady was shrouded in the true meaning of death, causing the present bad look.

"Um, sorry."

The Lord Lord threw the power of life in his hands back onto the body of Miss Sarah, who was dying. With the return of vitality, Sarah's remodeled young body was paralyzed on the ground, and she breathed heavily, just like a suffocating person.

She shivered and put her fingers in front of her eyes, watching as she recovered her young body again. She lay on the ground with a low, hoarse laughter, as if everything just now was just a horrible nightmare.

"Say hello to Evanson Richter for me, I accidentally broke his table..."

"But I think he should not be angry."

The high lord smiled, dropped a word, and turned to leave Richter's treasure shop.

After his breath had completely dissipated, Miss Succubus struggled to get up from the ground. She looked at the deserted street outside the window with some fear. She wanted to make a phone call to Ms. Gemini who was enjoying life in the nightclub, but she After thinking about it, I still didn't dial the number.

The horrible big brother just came here for the twins. In this grotesque world, there are all kinds of ruthless characters. Sarah doesn't want to cause trouble for herself.

She can only pray now, Ms. Gemini can be lucky, and is safe.

A few blocks away, the "Legacy of the Void" bar.

This is a place full of wine and wealth, a place where men and women are turned into beasts and wanton indulgences, a place where the boss has just changed and the background is very strong.

It is said that the new owner of this bar is a pair of mysterious sisters who have strong means and possess some kind of near-ghost ability, which is enough to meet the threshold of so-called super criminals.

But they don't go out and do some bad things. They stay here and enjoy life on weekdays. They are very decadent.

The layout of this bar also has a strong mysticism. Outside the bar, there are two lines of neon text that no one knows, just like the magic of the witches, which adds a gloomy temperament to the bar. .

"The shadow exists in the flames."

"The flame burns in the shadow."

The Lord Lord looked at these two lines of Gemini casts, the iconic Eredar spell, he shook his head and stepped into the Void Leg Bar.

At this time, on the top floor of the Nightclub of the Void, the twins lay almost in bed, and the two people were holding cigarettes in their hands, as if they were aftertaste the passion just now. In front of them, Evanson Richter, the only warlock in the world, was wearing clothes.

Frankly speaking, this warlock is very handsome.

He has an excellent figure and face, except that he has no sharp ears, and is almost no different from a high elf.

But under the handsome appearance, this warlock hides a sour soul. It stands to reason that with Evanson's current strength, he should mix very well in this world. But the problem is that there may be a **** who controls poverty, and Evanson Richter is the man chosen by the poor god.

From the time he came to this world to now, he has almost no more than 5 digits in his deposits for 8 years, and he was summoned to the twin emperors of this world by his illusions. It was only half a year. There is almost 8 digits of funds.

This poor sorcerer still has to rely on Gemini to support him.

But what to say.

Although the twins who have suffered greatly still retain the devil's character, they can escape the nightmare of Azeroth because of Evanson's assistance. Therefore, they have some feelings for this warlock.

He even occasionally asked him to play "games"...

"I said, what did you think about last time?"

Warlock Evanson raised his pants, his eyes rolled, pretending to carelessly asked:

"Do you want to dedicate this world to the legion?"

Hearing this problem, the twins who were resting looked at each other, and Queen Salolas snorted lazily:

"talk later."

"What do you mean?"

Evanson glared at the two demons behind him with dissatisfaction, acting like the legion of the legion.

But this cunning warlock actually felt that Gemini actually didn't want to give the world to the Legion, which was exactly what he wanted. He didn't actually want the Burning Legion to enter the world.

Anyone with a brain will not feel good about the Burning Legion.

"If you say it again, you are really annoying!"

Olesi also glared fiercely at the warlock. She said:

"Go back and do your business first, our two sisters, and then we will investigate this world..."

"Bang bang"

As soon as Oresi's voice fell, a deep knock on the door rang, and the warlock Evanson standing at the door unconsciously twisted the door open. With the opening of the room door, behind him, the twins who suddenly sensed something jumped up from the bed, ignoring Chunguang's leakage, and opening a portal was about to escape.

But at the next moment, Tyrion, holding a closed black umbrella, walked into this luxuriously decorated room. He looked at Evanson Richter, then snapped his fingers, and the portal called by the twins In a moment, he was overwhelmed by the power of death, and the Gemini was forced to be suppressed in place.

"Give you 10 seconds and get dressed."

The high lord is a gentleman with his back to the twins of Eredar. He looked at the warlock in front of him, and Evanson was also looking at Tyrion. Although he could not feel the hidden power of Tyrion, he could make the powerful twins so afraid, the identity of this strange visitor in front of him, It must be extraordinary.

"Tirion, Tyrion. Blade of Dawn."

The Lord Lord gently extended his hand towards the Poor Sorcerer, and there was a ray of interest in his only left eye. He said:

"I am a friend of Gemini, you can understand that I am theirs... well, the guardian."

"Ha ha"

Evenson laughed dryly, but wouldn’t he believe it if he had a higher IQ than his feet?

But the counseling warlock still clung to the big lord's hand for the first time. He used extremely clever acting skills, exaggerating and enthusiastically saying:

"Ah, you are Lord Tyrion!"

"I often listen to Gemini mentioning you, your feelings seem to be very good, so...you haven’t seen each other in such a long time, I will not disturb your reunion, I will go for a drink first... Will come back."

Talking, Evanson decisively applied oil on the soles of his feet and left the already dangerous room.

Now, his relationship with Gemini is not deep, and the relationship between the three is mutual use. But fortunately, Evanson still has a little conscience, and the Lord Lord can feel that the Warlock is calling outside the door, and it seems to be asking for support from an organization called SHIELD.

But the Lord Lord didn't care. He turned around and looked at the Eredar twins who had been dressed. He looked at the unstoppable fear in the twins' eyes. He said:

"Why are you so scared of me? I seem to have said before that there are no more grudges between us."

"You... why are you here?"

Queen Salorus quivered and asked:

"This is another world, you shouldn't be here! Damn it! We ran into another world, can't we escape you?"

"I just came to meet the'old friend'."

The Lord Lord walked over to the refrigerator and reached for a bottle of wine. He twisted the lid skillfully and said:

"Don’t be nervous, two ladies. You may not yet know that the Burning Crusade is over and the Burning Legion is about to disintegrate. No one will trouble you because of Kil'jaeden's death. You can always go back to your own Hometown...Of course, you can stay here too."

"The burning expedition is over?"

The high-level warlock Oreses gave the lord a suspicious look, and she asked:

"I don't believe it! It's up to you, how can you stop the burning expedition? Do you still have to tell me, you defeated the dark Titan Sargeras, did you change his mind with force?"

"Yes, that's how I did it."

The Lord Lord looked at the Gemini. He saw strong suspicion in Gemini's eyes, but he didn't want to explain anything. Outside the door, Evanson's phone call was almost over, and the organization called SHIELD had promised to send personnel to help.

The Lord Lord is not afraid of challenges, but he hates wasting time, so he straightforwardly asked:

"You have been in this world for so long, and I want to ask you something... What is the death force of this world? Why can it maintain such a level of activity without breaking the cycle of life and death?"

"Uh..."

The twins glanced at each other again, and Queen Salolas answered seriously:

"Dear Lord High Lord, we really cannot answer this question because we don't know."

"But if you really need exact answers, we know that there is a thing that holds the answers to all the questions in the world."

High-level Warlock Oresi then said:

"In Gotham, there is a bar called "Black Cat and Gun", where there is the mysterious "Bawang" stronghold. It is said that Bawang is the only creature in this group of stars that enters the wall of origin and comes back alive. I have witnessed all the mysteries of all things... This legend has been widely circulated in the dark world, with high credibility, but..."

"but what?"

The lord narrowed his eyes and took a sip of wine. He asked:

"It's not so easy to get in there, right?"

"If you are going to drink, it's very easy."

Gemini’s eccentric explanation explains:

"But if you are looking for answers to certain questions, there are some risks... According to rumors, Overlord Cyber ​​Hawk has a strange personality and is extremely powerful. If he hates you, then once you enter the bar, It’s very likely that you won’t be able to return..."

"On the news we heard in this world, there are already more than three figures of strong stars buried there..."

"What we want to explain is that there is indeed a big risk there. There is also a fatal crisis for your existence. There are many powerful people in this world, and the overlord is the most dangerous one of them!"

"But there are definitely the answers you need. The choice is up to you."

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