Two warlocks walked into the tent.
The tall one was wearing a Black Wizard robe, while the short one was wearing a gray wizard robe. There were hourglasses all over their robes, and they had third circles.
"Two Lords of the hourglass, how are you?"
Woox stood up when he saw them.
"Woox, I heard that your situation hasn't been good recently."
The tall Warlock said arrogantly as soon as he entered.
"It's alright!" Woox chuckled.
"Oh, really? But why did I hear that the heart of darkness has already beaten you guys to a pulp?" The chunky Warlock raised his head and looked at Woox, saying, "How about it? If you consider joining us, we can send more people to help you.
"After all, even though you're doing well in the central continent, I've heard that the Holy tower's situation isn't too good. However, it won't be difficult for us to destroy the heart of darkness on the west coast."
