"Lord Sauron''s will is above everything. You certainly don''t want him to come here himself."


    Tom''s words were bland.


    But in old Zod''s ears, it was a naked threat!


    Yes, his identity is no longer a secret, and their "saints" don''t seem to be a great thing in the eyes of "demon Sauron".


    be at sb.''s mercy.


    Is this the helplessness of being a weak person?


    The hand with age spots held the magic wand for a long time, but he couldn''t make up his mind. Old Zod couldn''t help breathing heavily. The whole person seemed to have just been fished out of the water, and his sweat soaked the half old linen shirt.


    Soren, Soren, Soren.


    A notorious maniac!


    The man didn''t even show up. Just sending a servant brought him, like a mountain, pressure to their "saints".


    "Well, what about my proposal?"


    Behind Tom is Soren, who naturally acts confident and fearless.


    Moreover, according to his observation, the bad old man seemed to understand what the "demon king" represented. In this invisible game, he was almost impossible to lose.


    "Oh, I don''t understand what you''re talking about."


    Old Zod clenched his teeth and made up his mind that nothing would bring Sauron''s messenger to the leader of greendevo.


    Their "saints" finally saw hope. He could not let it die out in his own hands!


    "How stubborn, Mr. Zod. I''ve stressed it many times. I don''t mean any harm."


    Tom is a little impatient.


    Taking a step forward, he narrowed his eyes like a poisonous snake about to attack.


    "Can your attitude represent Mr. Greenwald? Can I judge that the" saints "are going to fight" death bloom "


    Pulling a tiger''s skin to make a big flag is almost Tom''s own talent and skill.


    Although he is not the boss now, that doesn''t mean he can''t use the boss''s power to pretend to be a tiger.


    "Young man, I don''t understand what you''re talking about, what saints, what grindworth, I don''t know."


    He stepped back quietly. Old Zod smiled and quietly retreated to a specific area in the room - this is the "back door" of the temporary stronghold. He can easily leave in the blink of an eye and appear thousands of miles away.


    "It seems that my face is not enough."


    With a self mocking smile, Tom suddenly put away his momentum and waved to old Zod.


    "In that case, I won''t disturb you."


    It''s not his fault that the task is difficult to complete. Everything is done according to Lord Sauron''s instructions. What causes the current situation is the other party''s indifference.


    With a slight salute, Tom turned and left without thinking. He didn''t want to stay in the broken house for another second.


    Now it''s Zod''s turn.


    It''s different from what he thought!


    "Wait."


    Just then, the third voice sounded suddenly in the room.


    Old Zod''s face changed, but Tom looked thoughtful.


    With a "whoosh" sound, a figure appeared out of thin air - it was a frail old man, dressed cleanly, but could not hide his weak feeling.


    "Garrett Greenwald?"


    Tom blinked and asked tentatively.


    The bald old man smiled, nodded and took the initiative to reach out.


    "Hello, young man, I''m Garrett greendevo."


    Tom''s expression changed slightly when he heard the affirmative answer.


    Now, his knowledge is not limited to the memory residue in his diary. In the underground palace of "Paradise Street", he has made up a lot of books on magic and the history of magic.


    Garrett Greendevo, the Dark Lord of the first generation, a powerful wizard more terrible than Voldemort, almost swept the whole Europe and most of America!


    Now


    What happened?


    Looking at the kind old man in front of him, Tom''s heart shook. Fortunately, he was wearing a mask, and outsiders could not see his expression clearly.


    "Hello, Mr. Greenwald, I have brought the reverent greetings of my master Lord Sauron."


    Tom smiled as he held his thin hand.


    "Thank you very much."


    He was surprised that Tom''s temperature was not as low as a living person, but Garrett didn''t say anything and stretched out his hand as usual.


    "Come on, please sit down."


    There were two low sofas in the small room. Garrett and Tom chose one to sit down.


    Old Zod looked and walked out of the room silently.


    "Please forgive my friend for being rude to you. He is a good man, but sometimes he doesn''t know how to change."


    Looking at the figure of old Zod leaving, Garrett took the initiative to speak.


    After a pause, he crossed his fingers and leaned forward slightly.


    "Well, Soren must not just greet me."


    "On this point..."


    Tom shrugged.


    "I don''t know. He just asked me to come over and talk to you."


    "Oh?"


    Garrett''s eyes narrowed at the answer.


    Although he was calm, the storm in his heart was not much smaller than Zod.


    Leaving from newmond GAD is an absolute secret. They do it so clean that no one else can know!


    How did Soren get the news?


    Do you?


    There''s a ghost in the saint?


    Gattler couldn''t help laughing at the thought of three or two big cats and kittens in his organization.


    If even such a small organization that should have disappeared in the dust of history has Sauron''s insiders, Sauron is not just a "demon king" now.


    He should be the emperor of magic!


    So is it any other means, magic prophecy, or instinctive perception?


    Tut, what a terrible guy.


    Garrett leaned back on the low sofa in a more comfortable position and spoke quite casually.


    "Just talking?"


    "Just talking."


    Not to mention Garrett, even Tom felt strange when he received the task.


    It''s not that the task is difficult, but it''s too simple. It''s so simple that it''s not necessary to send anyone.


    You know, Lord Soren collected a fragment of Voldemort''s soul (actually not)!


    "Oh, let''s talk. Tell me what kind of person Sauron is?"


    Garrett is a man who can keep calm when soldiers come to block and water and earth cover.


    Since you can''t figure out the other party''s plan for the time being, just talk as the other party wants. Maybe you can get some special information.


    "What kind of man is Lord Sauron?"


    Tom thought about the problem carefully.


    "He is a great Lord, the master of the Deathly Hallows, the real world peeper, the guardian of the black wizard, and an incomparable demon king!"


    "Huh?"


    Garrett did not respond to other titles, but his face changed when he heard "the master of the Deathly Hallows".


    "Deathly Hallows?"


    The old man''s eyebrows wrinkled uncontrollably.


    "Which one?"


    Tom smiled and replied very positively.


    "Every piece."