"Huh"

Tyrion in a trench coat appears in the Brooklyn, Sixth Street neighborhood.

The moment he landed, the majestic wind that lingered around his body blew up the fallen leaves on the ground, and the withered yellow leaves swirled and drifted towards the surroundings. The surrounding street lamps also seemed to be disturbed by some kind of force, and the originally bright lights were all flickering and dimming.

Tyrion's shadow melted into the shadows behind him, causing the shadows of the night to slowly creep. The High Lord reined in his breath and calmed the wriggling shadow, but behind him, the darkness that covered the ground had become a dead silence of distorted things, as if infused with some gloomy power.

The Great Lord raised his head and looked at the slightly old storefront in front of him. At midnight, the store was still open, but as if to save a little money on the electricity bill, several of the lights in front of the store were extinguished, leaving only the last light that illuminated the line above the store.

"Richter Treasures"

Well, it looks like a shop that sells all kinds of antiques, and it can be seen that the owner has specially designed the appearance of the store, and there are a lot of flowers and plants, but why... Does it look so shabby here?

The High Lord pondered for a moment, he raised his hand, a folded black umbrella appeared in the palm of his hand, he walked forward up the stairs, and then reached out and pushed open the door of the Richter Treasures shop.

"Jingle Bell"

The sound of the wooden door striking the bell shattered the silence of the shop, which seemed to have not had customers in a long time. Behind the counter in front of the Great Lord, the female clerk who was dozing off seemed to be awakened by the sudden sound of the bell, and she suddenly raised her head to see the Great Lord walking into the store.

This woman's temperament is somewhat eccentric.

She has a beautiful face and a perfect figure, but there is always a charm on her face that is not powdered, especially those eyes, which are like two crescent moons, exuding seductive temptation all the time.

Normal human life certainly can't grow like this...

It's a head succubus!

It was a succubus summoned by a warlock.

"Interesting..."

The High Lord looked at the succubus woman in front of him, who stood behind the counter under Tyrion's gaze, shivering.

Ms. Sarah herself didn't know why she was trembling, but as the guy in front of her, wearing a black trench coat and holding a black umbrella, approached step by step, her body trembled instinctively.

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

Ever since she was killed by the world's only warlock, Richter. For the first time since Evenson had been summoned to New York City from the Evil Rift, she had been so helpless.

She wanted to fight back, but her body was telling her...

Can't move! Don't move! Will die!

The succubus's deep soul perception told her that a threat had come to her that threatened her life and soul.

"Bang"

The Great Lord's finger touched the table in front of the succubus Sarah, and the moment his finger touched the glass, the glass seemed to be emptied, and began to transform into the original quicksand, along with all the fakes placed in it, in the blink of an eye, turned into a pile of sand.

This is the transformation of the death power instinct, and the Great Lord frowned and withdrew his fingers.

But Sarah's hands on the table seemed to be thrown into a fast-moving flow of time. Just in the blink of an eye, those beautiful and slender hands became dry and thin, full of wrinkles and age spots, as if they had been siphoned out of life.

"Can you tell me..."

Tyrion twitched a green ball of light with the tips of his fingers, as if playing a game, and turned it back and forth in his fingers, he looked at the frightened Miss Succubus in front of him, and he asked gently:

"Where's the Twins?"

"Double what? Gemini? ”

Sarah struggled, trying to keep herself awake. But the light shining in the Great Lord's right eye was like a spiritual vortex, trying to suck all her sanity into it.

Miss Succubus is like a drowning person, her body immobile under the pressure of Tyrion's breath, and her soul frantically calling out to her unreliable master in a spiritual connection.

But...

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

He didn't even need Miss Succubus to say the answer to the question, it was as if he was going through Sarah's memory, and after just a few seconds, the High Lord found the answer he needed.

He coughed lightly.

And in front of him, Miss Sarah had lost her beautiful posture under the interference of the power of death, as if she had been drained of her vitality, like a terrifying dried corpse.

It's not like Tyrion deliberately tossing the dishonest Miss Succubus in front of him. In fact, with the current identity and strength of the Great Lord, he would no longer bully such a weak Miss Succubus, and he looked for the answer from Miss Sarah's heart, and just a trace of power leaked out shrouded Miss Sarah in the true meaning of death, causing the current bad appearance.

"Hmm, I'm sorry."

The High Lord threw the life force circulating in his hands back onto the dying body of Miss Sarah. With the return of her vitality, Miss Sarah's remodeled young body collapsed on the ground, and she breathed heavily, like a suffocating person.

She shuddered and put her fingers in front of her eyes, and as she saw herself regain her youthful form, she lay on the ground and let out a low, hoarse laugh, as if it had all been a horrible nightmare.

"For me to Evenson. Richter said hello, I accidentally broke his table..."

"But I don't think he'll be angry."

The Grand Lord smiled, dropped a word, and turned to leave the Richter Treasures.

After his aura completely dissipated, Miss Succubus got up from the ground with difficulty, she looked out the window at the empty street with some fear, she wanted to make a call to the twin ladies who were enjoying life in the nightclub, but she thought about it, but still did not dial the number.

The terrifying boss just now was obviously coming for the twins, in this bizarre world, but there are all kinds of ruthless characters, and Sarah doesn't want to cause trouble for herself.

All she could do now was pray that the Twin Ladies would be lucky and safe.

A few blocks away, the "Void Relic" bar.

It's a place full of wine-colored wealth, a place where men and women are turned into beasts and indulged wantonly, a place where the boss has just changed and the background is strong.

It is said that the new owners of this bar are a pair of sisters with mysterious origins, who are tough and have some kind of near-ghost abilities, which is enough to meet the threshold of so-called super criminals.

But they don't go out to do some bad things, they stay in this place and enjoy life on weekdays, and they are very decadent.

And the layout of this bar also has a strong mysticism, outside the door of the bar, there are two lines of neon words that no one knows, like the magic of witches, adding a bit of gloomy temperament to this bar.

"Shadows exist in the flames."

"The flame burns in the shadows."

The High Lord looked at the iconic Ereda spell as the two lines of twins cast spells, and he shook his head and stepped into the Void Relic Bar.

At this time, on the top floor of the Void Relic nightclub, the twins were lying on the bed almost without a wisp, and the two of them were holding cigarette rolls in their hands, as if they were reminiscing about the passion just now. And in front of them, the only warlock in this world, Evenson. Richter is getting dressed.

Frankly, this warlock is handsome.

He has an extremely remarkable stature and face, almost indistinguishable from a High Elf except for the lack of sharp ears.

But beneath this warlock's handsome exterior is a poor soul, and it stands to reason that with Evenson's current strength, he should be very good in this world. But the problem is that maybe there really is some god who controls poverty, and Evenson. Richter is the chosen one of the poor gods.

From coming to this world to now, it has been a full 8 years, and his savings have almost never exceeded 5 figures, and His Excellency Twins, who was summoned to this world by accident, has almost 8 figures of funds in his hands in just half a year.

This poor sorcerer is now dependent on the twins to survive.

But how to say it.

Although the twins who have gone through the ordeal still retain their demonic qualities, they were able to escape from Azeroth's nightmare thanks to Evenson's assistance, so they also have some feelings for this warlock.

I even occasionally ask him to play "games"...

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

Warlock Evenson lifted his trousers, his eyes rolling, and he asked, pretending not to care:

"Do you want to give this world to the Legion?"

Hearing this, the resting twins glanced at each other, and Queen Salorath snorted lazily:

"Let's talk about it."

"What do you mean?"

Evenson glared disapprenantly at the two demons behind him, as if he were a diehard Legion.

But this cunning warlock had actually sensed that the Twins didn't really want to give this world to the Legion at all, which was exactly what he wanted, and he didn't really want the Burning Legion to enter this world.

Anyone with brains will not have a good impression of the Burning Legion.

"Besides, just say it, you're really annoying!"

Oreses also glared at the warlock, and she said:

"Let's go back and do your business first, we sisters, and we have to investigate this world again..."

"Bang Bang Bang"

As soon as Oresses's words fell, a low knock sounded on the door, and the warlock Evenson, who was standing at the door, subconsciously twisted the door open. With the opening of the door, behind him, the twins, who suddenly sensed something, jumped up from the bed suddenly, ignoring the leakage of spring light, opened a portal and were about to escape.

But the next moment, Tyrion, with a closed black umbrella, walked into the lavishly decorated room, and he looked at Evenson. Richter, and then snapped his fingers, and the portal called out by the Twins was overwhelmed by the force of death in an instant, and the Twins were forcibly suppressed in place.

"Give you 10 seconds to get dressed."

The Great Lord had a very gentlemanly back to the Ereda Twins. He looked at the warlock in front of him, and Evenson was also looking at Tyrion, although he couldn't feel Tyrion's hidden power, but he could make the powerful twins so afraid, and the identity of this strange visitor in front of him must be extraordinary.

"Tyrion, Tyrion. Dawnblade. ”

The High Lord gently extended his hand to the Poor Acid Warlock, and with a glint of interest in his remaining right eye, he said:

"I'm a friend of the Twins, and you can understand that I'm theirs... Well, guardians. ”

"Huh"

Evenson laughed dryly, but if he was more intelligent than his feet, he wouldn't believe it, okay?

But the cowardly warlock still clenched the hand of the great lord for the first time, and he used extremely clever acting skills to exaggerate and enthusiastically say:

"Ah, so you're Lord Tyrion!"

"I've often heard the twins mention you, and your relationship seems to be very good, so... You haven't seen each other in a long time, so I won't bother your reunion, I'll go have a drink first... I'll be back in a moment. ”

As he spoke, Evenson decisively anointed the soles of his feet and left the already dangerous room.

Now he and the twins are not deeply emotional, and the relationship between the three is to use each other. But fortunately, Evenson still had a little conscience, and the High Lord could sense that the warlock was on the phone outside the door, as if asking for support from an organization called S.H.I.E.L.D.

But the Great Lord didn't care, he turned around and looked at the Ereda Twins, who were already dressed, and he looked at the fear in the Twins' eyes that could not be concealed, and he said:

"Why are you so afraid of me? As I said before, there are no more grudges between us. ”

"You... How did you end up here? ”

Queen Salorath asked tremblingly:

"It's another world, you shouldn't be here! Damn it! We've run away to another world, can't we hide from you? ”

"I'm just here to meet 'old friends.'"

The Grand Lord walked over to the refrigerator and reached out for a bottle of wine, which, as he skillfully twisted the lid, said:

"Don't be nervous, ladies. What you may not know is that the Burning Crusade is over, the Burning Legion is about to disintegrate, and no one will trouble you with Kil'Gardan's death, and you can always go back to your homeland... Of course, you can stay here. ”

"The Burning Crusade is over?"

The high-ranking warlock Oresses glanced at the Great Lord suspiciously, and she asked rhetorically:

"I don't believe it! How can you stop the burning expedition? Do you still want to tell me that you defeated the Dark Titan Sargeras and used force to make him change his mind? ”

"Yes, that's what I did."

The Great Lord looked at the Twins, and he saw a strong suspicion in the Twins' eyes, but he didn't want to explain anything either. Outside the door, Evenson's phone call was almost over, and the organization called S.H.I.E.L.D. had promised to send someone to help.

The High Lord was not afraid of a challenge, but he hated wasting time, so he asked bluntly:

"You've been in this world for so long, and I'm going to ask you something... What's going on with the power of death in this world? Why is it able to maintain such a level of activity without disrupting the cycle of life and death? ”

"Uh..."

The twins looked at each other again, and Queen Salorath replied earnestly:

"Your Excellency, you really can't answer this question because we don't know either."

"But if you really need exact answers, we know there's something that holds the answers to all the questions in the world."

The high-ranking warlock Oresses answered:

"In Gotham, there is a bar called 'Black Cats and Guns', which is the stronghold of the mysterious 'Overlord', who is said to be the only creature in the stars to enter the Wall of Origin and return alive, and he has witnessed all the mysteries of everything in the Wall of Origin... This legend is widely circulated in the dark world, and the credibility is very high, but..."

"But what?"

The Great Lord narrowed his eyes and took a sip of wine, and he asked:

"It's not that easy to get into, is it?"

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

The twins explained with a strange expression:

"But if you're looking for answers to certain questions, there's some risk... Rumored, Overlord Cyber. Hawke has a quirky personality and is extremely powerful, and if he hates you, then once you enter that bar, you probably won't be able to come back..."

"As far as we can tell in this world, more than 3-digit star powerhouses have been buried there..."

"What we want to say is that there is indeed a great risk there, and there is also a mortal danger for an existence like yours. There are many strong people in this world, and the overlord is the most dangerous of them! ”

"But there, too, there are definitely the answers you need. How you choose is up to you. ”