Snow began to fall on the streets of New York, and the baron was bare-chested, curled up in the corner of the sewer, like a dancing flame in the darkness.

In the past, he would never feel cold, but today, he felt a cold to the bone.

Everything that had just happened kept replaying in his mind.

Originally, he just wanted to leave, but who let him hear the words that the person said, obviously he was still smiling and greeting himself a second ago, and when he turned around, he laughed at himself as a "weird red gorilla", which was so hypocritical that it was disgusting.

He couldn't hold back and moved his hand, although there was no death, more than 80% of the bones in the man's body were broken, and he should have to spend the rest of his life in bed.

He didn't dare to leave in a hurry before the rest of the people arrived, in addition to guilt, he probably didn't know how to face the "father" who had always been in his heart with a benevolent and generous image.

So, what is he going to do next? Where can he go? Is it really revenge?

The baron looked at the snowflakes that slowly fell between the holes in the manhole cover above his head, and a great sense of loneliness and loneliness inexplicably rose in his heart.

Sherman, Father, Abel...

He muttered these names, these people who were the most important to him, but he didn't know who else he could go to, who else he could trust, he had already been deceived once, and he didn't want to be deceived a second time...

Suddenly, a chaotic sound of footsteps sounded from the darkness, slowly approaching him.

"Who?!" the baron's face was swept away, and he instantly became alert, picked up the oversized revolver in his hand and aimed it at the place where the voice came.

The two figures emerged from the darkness, the leader of which had long pale blonde hair hanging down to his chest, a pale and handsome face, and long, pointed ears on either side of his cheeks, looking like a legendary elf, but he was wearing a set of black delicate chain mail, and carrying a sword behind his back, like an ancient warrior.

Behind the elf was a fat, tall, ugly, foul-smelling troll, one of his palms particularly wide, constantly making the sound of a machine.

"Let's see who this is? The poor little red beast is hiding in a no-man's corner and silently licking its wounds, it's really sad."

The elven man looked at the baron with a smirk, and let out a slightly mocking exclamation.

The baron opened the safety bolt he had grabbed and replied coldly, "Believe it or not, I'll blast that little white face of yours with a bullet?!"

The elven man smiled at the baron, and before the baron could see it, the blade on his back had slipped into his palm, and it was a short spear.

The elf man handed the short gun forward slightly, the short gun made a crisp sound, and suddenly stretched out a large section, the tip of the gun happened to be on the baron's wrist, he couldn't help but feel pain, and subconsciously let go of his hand, the elf man kept in his hand, the spear or picked or flirted in the dark and danced into a silver dragon, the baron's pistol was constantly picked up by the tip of the gun, he wanted to grab his pistol, but he was always forced to retreat.

Finally, the silver spear came to a steady halt, and the baron's revolver swayed slightly above the tip of the spear.

"Give it back to you.."

The elven man smiled and said in a low voice.

The baron narrowed his eyes, grabbed his pistol, and put it back in his pouch after a short examination, he could probably see that the two men did not seem to have any ill will towards him, but he still warned coldly: "Boy, I'm not in a good mood right now, you better not mess with me.."

"I can understand your feelings, Baron." The elven man withdrew his spear, bowed over and gave an ancient warrior salute, and said, "I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Nuada."

"Being deceived and betrayed by those closest to you is indeed the most painful thing in the world, and I have had the same experience as you.." Nuada said in a low voice, with great resentment and anger on her face: "You were just used and deceived by a group of human beings without any feelings, but I was betrayed by my own father... Because of them, my people, I had to be forced to hide in this filthy, filthy sewer, year after year... I've almost forgotten the nobility and reserve of the elves."

"I sympathize with you, boy. . . So now you can take your pet and leave!"

After listening to Nuada, the baron narrowed his eyes and coldly gave the order to expel the guest.

"No, Baron. . . I am here for you, we have the same experience, I can feel the flame of anger and hatred in your heart, come with me, there is a place where all your ambitions can be fulfilled."

Nuada said to the baron in a gentle manner.

The baron pulled out his pistol and said impatiently, "Do you need me to repeat it again?"

“ok，ok..” Nuada smiled and stretched out his hands, indicating that he had no malicious intent, he didn't seem to be worried at all that the baron would really shoot, and continued to bewitch: "So where can you go up now? continue to hide in this cold and damp sewer and watch the cars come and go overhead?.. Or wait until you figure it out, go back and apologize to your human masters, and continue to be your dog... You just have to take a look with me, that place, no one will force you to stay, you are free and can leave at any time."

The baron's face was ugly, and the gun in his hand clutched tightly and made a "rattling" sound, but in the end he still did not choose to pull the trigger.

Finally, he put down his pistol heavily, with a cold face, and said in a deep voice, "What is that place?"

A bright smile bloomed on Nuada's face, and he said slowly, "Troll Market.. It's not far from this .."

...

The Baron followed Nuada through the intricate tunnels of the sewers, and the latter walked briskly as he continued to introduce the Baron to the place he was about to arrive.

“.. It is a paradise for all dark creatures, and a place for those species that are about to be submerged in the river of history to huddle together for warmth and breathing.

The rules and order of its inception were maintained by all people, brutal, direct, and fair in a certain sense."

"At the beginning?" the baron couldn't help frowning, "and now?"

Nuada turned to look at him with a mysterious smile on his face: "Now something has changed... Just a few days ago, the Troll Market welcomed its new owner, a new rule-maker, king of all dark creatures, who will lead us to subvert the light and emerge from the dark underground."

The baron was taken aback and subconsciously asked, "Who is he?"

Nuada chuckled and said, "You'll be able to see him soon, it was he who asked me to find you, he had long expected your end... He has everything laid out for you, a new name, a new destiny.."