Azeroth’s Death Track

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Tyrion in a trench coat shows up on the Sixth Street block in Brooklyn.

When he landed, the majestic wind around his body blew up the fallen leaves on the ground, and those withered and yellow leaves swirled and scattered towards the surroundings. The surrounding street lights also seemed to be disturbed by some kind of force, and the originally bright lights became dim in a blink of an eye.

And Tyrion's shadow merged into the shadow behind him, causing the shadows of the night to slowly squirm. The great lord restrained his aura, calming the squirming black shadow, but behind him, the darkness covering the ground had turned into a dead and twisted thing, as if it had been infused with some kind of gloomy spirit. same strength.

The great lord raised his head and looked at the slightly old shop in front of him. At midnight, the store was still open, but as if to save a little electricity, several light tubes in front of the store were extinguished, leaving only the last light, illuminating the space above the store. one line.

Richter's Treasure Store

Well, this looks like a shop that sells all kinds of antiques. It can be seen that the shop owner has specially designed the exterior of the shop, and it is decorated with many flowers and plants, but why... does it look so shabby here?

The great lord pondered for a moment. He raised his hand, and a folded black umbrella appeared in his palm. He walked up the stairs, stretched out his hand, and pushed open the door of Richter's Hundred Treasures Store.

jingle

The sound of the wooden door hitting the bell broke the silence of the shop that seemed to have had no customers for a long time. Behind the counter in front of the great lord, the dozing female shop assistant seemed to be awakened by the sudden ringing of the bell. She raised her head suddenly and saw the great lord who was walking into the shop.

The temperament of this woman is a bit weird.

She has a pretty face and a perfect figure, but there is always a faint charm on her face without makeup, especially her eyes, which are like two crescent moons, exuding charm all the time human temptation.

Normal human life is definitely impossible to grow like this...

It's a succubus!

A succubus summoned by a warlock.

interesting...

The great lord looked at the succubus woman in front of him, who stood behind the counter under Tyrion's gaze, trembling.

Ms. Sarah herself didn't know why she was shaking, but as the guy in front of her who couldn't see his heels, wearing a black windbreaker and holding a black umbrella approached step by step, her body trembled instinctively.

Although, she couldn't feel any trace of power from the slender figure in front of her.

It was the first time she was so helpless since she was summoned to New York City from the fel energy rift by the world's only warlock, Richter Evenson.

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

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

The succubus' perception from the depths of her soul told her that a threat to her life and soul had come.

boom

The great lord's finger touched the table in front of the succubus Sarah. The moment his finger touched the glass, the glass began to transform into the original quicksand as if it had been emptied of its form, together with the All the fakes turned into a pile of sand in the blink of an eye.

This is the transformation of the instinct of death power, the high lord frowned and retracted his fingers.

But Sarah's hands on the table already seemed to be thrown into the fast forward time stream. In the blink of an eye, those beautiful and slender hands became dry and thin, full of wrinkles and age spots, as if life had been drawn out.

Can you tell me...

There was a green ball of light dancing on Tyrion's fingertips, as if playing a game, he put it in his fingers and turned it back and forth. He looked at the terrified Miss Succubus in front of him, and asked gently:

Where are the twins?

Twin 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 is unable to move under the oppression of Tyrion's breath, and her soul is crazily calling for her very unreliable master in the spiritual link.

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 this question. It was as if he was browsing Sarah's memory. After just a few seconds, the high lord found the answer he needed.

He coughed lightly.

In front of his eyes, under the interference of the power of death, Miss Sarah had lost her glamorous posture, as if her vitality had been emptied, like a horrible mummy.

It's not that Tyrion deliberately tormented the dishonest Miss Succubus in front of him. In fact, with the current identity and strength of the great lord, he will no longer bully such a weak Miss Succubus. He searched for the answer from Ms. Sarah's heart, and just a trace of power leaked out, and Sarah The young lady is shrouded in the true meaning of death, resulting in this terrible appearance.

Well, I'm sorry.

The great lord threw the life force flowing in his hands back to the body of the dying Miss Sarah. With the return of vitality, Miss Sarah reshaped her young body and collapsed on the ground. She breathed heavily, like a suffocated person.

She trembled and put her fingers in front of her eyes, watching herself recover her young body again, lying on the ground, she let out a low and hoarse laugh, as if everything just now was just a horrible nightmare.

Say hello to Evansen Richter for me, I accidentally broke his desk...

But I think he shouldn't be angry.

The great lord smiled, dropped a word, then turned and left Richter's Hundred Treasures Store.

After his breath 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 call Ms. Gemini who was enjoying life in the nightclub, but she After thinking about it, I still didn't dial the number.

The scary boss just now was obviously targeting the twins. In this grotesque world, there are all kinds of ruthless characters, and Sarah didn't want to cause trouble for herself.

She can only pray now that Ms. Gemini will be lucky and safe and sound.

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

This is a place full of sex and wealth, a place where men and women are turned into beasts and indulged recklessly, a place where the boss has just changed, and the background behind it is very powerful.

It is said that the new owner of this bar is a pair of sisters with mysterious origins. They are tough and possess some kind of ability that is almost ghostly, which is enough to meet the threshold of so-called super criminals.

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

And the layout of this bar also has a strong mysticism. Outside the bar door, 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.

Fire burns in the shadows.

When the high lord watched the two rows of twins cast spells, the iconic Eredar spell, he shook his head and walked into the bar of Legacy of the Void.

At this time, on the top floor of the Legacy of the Void nightclub, the twins were lying on the bed barely naked, with cigarettes in their hands, as if reminiscing about the passion just now. Before their eyes, Evanson Richter, the only warlock in the world, was putting on clothes.

Frankly speaking, this warlock is very handsome.

He had an excellent figure and face, and was almost indistinguishable from a high elf except that he lacked sharp ears.

But this warlock hides a poor soul under his handsome appearance. Logically speaking, with Evanson's current strength, he should be doing very well in this world. But the problem is that maybe there really is a god who controls poverty, and Evanson Richter is the chosen person of the god of poverty.

From coming to this world to the present, in a full eight years, his savings have almost never exceeded 5 figures, and the twins who were summoned to this world by him by accident, it was only half a year. There is almost 8 figures of funds.

This poor sorcerer still has to rely on the twins to support him.

But what to say.

Although the twins who have gone through the ordeal still retain the character of the devil, but because of Evanson's assistance, they can escape the nightmare of Azeroth. Therefore, they have more or less feelings for this warlock.

I even play games with him occasionally...

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

Warlock Evanson lifted his pants, rolled his eyes, and asked pretending not to care:

Do you want to dedicate this world to the Legion?

Hearing this question, the resting twins looked at each other, and Queen Saloras snorted lazily:

talk later.

What do you mean let's talk?

Evanson glared dissatisfiedly at the two demons behind him, acting as if he was a diehard loyalist of the Legion.

But the cunning warlock had already sensed that the twins didn't want to hand over the world to the Legion at all, which was just what he wanted, and he didn't really want the Burning Legion to enter this world.

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

Say it again, you're really annoying!

Aureses also gave the warlock a hard look, and she said:

Go back and do your business first, we sisters, we have to investigate this world again...

bang bang bang

As soon as Ole Sisi finished speaking, there was a low knock on the door, and Warlock Evanson, who was standing at the door, subconsciously opened the door. With the opening of the door, behind him, the twins who suddenly sensed something suddenly jumped up from the bed, ignoring the light of the spring, and opened a portal to escape.

But the next moment, Tyrion, who was leaning on a closed black umbrella, walked into the luxuriously decorated room. He looked at Evanson Richter, and snapped his fingers. The twins called out the portal , was reversely submerged by the force of death in an instant, and the twins were forcibly suppressed in place.

I'll give you 10 seconds to get dressed.

The high lord turned his back on the very gentlemanly eredar twins, who were not at ease. He looked at the warlock in front of him, and Evanson was also looking at Tyrion. Although he couldn't feel the hidden power of Tyrion, he could make the extremely powerful twins so afraid. The identity of this strange visitor in front of him, Certainly extraordinary.

Tyrion, Tyrion. Dawnblade.

The great lord gently extended his hand towards the poor warlock, a gleam of interest appeared in his remaining right eye, and he said:

I'm a friend of Gemini, you can understand that I'm their... um, guardian.

hehe

Evanson laughed dryly, but if he has a higher IQ than his feet, he won't believe this argument, okay?

However, the cowardly warlock immediately clenched the hand of the great lord, and he said exaggeratedly and passionately with extremely brilliant acting skills:

Ah, so you are Lord Tyrion!

I often hear Gemini mention you, and your relationship seems to be very good, so...you haven't seen each other for so long, so I won't disturb your reunion, I'll go have a glass of wine first... Will be right back.

As he spoke, Evanson resolutely oiled the soles of his feet and left the already dangerous room.

Right now, he doesn't have a deep relationship with Gemini, and the three are using each other. But fortunately, Evanson still has a conscience. The great lord can feel that the warlock is making a phone call outside the door, as if he is 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 Eredar twins who had already put on their clothes. He looked at the fear that could not be concealed in the twins' eyes, and said:

Why are you so afraid of me? I seem to have said before that there is no grudge between us.

You...how did you appear here?

Queen Saloras asked tremblingly:

This is another world, you shouldn't be here! Damn! We ran to another world, can't we avoid you?

I'm just here to meet an 'old friend'.

The great lord walked to the refrigerator and took out a bottle of wine. He skillfully unscrewed the lid and said:

Don't be nervous, ladies. You may not 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 go back to your own Hometown...Of course, you can also stay here.

The Burning Crusade is over?

The high-ranking warlock Oresis looked suspiciously at the high lord, and she asked back:

I don't believe it! How can you stop the Burning Crusade? Are you going to tell me that you defeated the Dark Titan Sargeras and used force to change his mind?

Yes, that's what I do.

The great lord looked at the twins, and he saw strong suspicion in the twins' eyes, but he didn't want to explain anything. Outside the door, Evanson's phone calls were almost finished, and the organization called S.H.I.E.L.D. had promised to send personnel to help.

The high lord is not afraid of challenges, but he hates wasting time, so he asked bluntly:

You have been in this world for so long, I want to ask you something... What is the death power of this world? Why can it maintain such an active level, and can it not destroy the cycle of life and death?

Well...

The twins looked at each other again, and Queen Saloras replied seriously:

Honorable High Lord, we really can't answer this question for you, because we don't know.

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

The high-ranking warlock Aureses then said:

In Gotham, there is a bar called 'Black Cat and Gun', which is the stronghold of the mysterious 'Overlord'. It is said that Overlord is the only creature in the stars who entered the wall of origin and came back alive. It has witnessed all the mysteries of everything... This legend is widely spread in the dark world, and its credibility is high, but...

but what?

The great lord narrowed his eyes, took a sip of his wine, and asked:

It's not that easy to get in there, is it?

If you're going for a drink, it's easy enough.

Gemini explained with a strange expression:

But if you are looking for answers to certain questions, then there is some risk... According to rumors, Overlord Cyber ​​Hawke has a weird personality and is extremely powerful. If he hates you, then once you enter that bar, probably won't come back...

According to the news we have inquired in this world, there are already more than 3 digits of stars who have been buried there...

What we want to explain is that there is indeed a great risk there, and there is also a fatal crisis for an existence like you. There are so many strong people in this world, and the Overlord is the most dangerous one among them!

But there must be the answer you need. How to choose is up to you.