I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

Sylvanas looked in front of her.

Thick fog...

There is thick fog everywhere.

The fog was so thick that she couldn't even tell the direction, let alone see clearly what was happening in front of her.

She could only barely walk in this thick fog.

The ground that my feet stepped on seemed very hard.

The ground seemed to be some kind of rock structure, a bit like the palace surface of the Tower of Sunfury.

She walked slowly and carefully.

Soon, Sylvanas noticed that there seemed to be some different changes in herself.

Thick fog surrounded her, and there was some special power in the fog.

This power gradually repaired her injuries.

The wounds are healing and the injured internal organs are beginning to recover.

"What on earth is this place?" she asked.

But no one could answer her question.

The fog cuts off everything.

Even magic is excluded!

Fortunately, the physical fitness and archery skills gained from years of training are still there.

Sylvanas held the longbow in her hand tightly, and she walked forward slowly.

Suddenly, an orange light appeared in the misty distance.

Sylvanas looked at the light source. As a child of the Windrunner family, Sylvanas had received a very formal education since she was a child.

About magic and combat.

There are also historical and cultural ones.

The proud high elves are always pursuing perfection!

Therefore, Sylvanas knows many secrets that ordinary people don't know.

"Here..." She thought about the voice in her ear before: "The lair of a certain ancient god?"

C'Thun, Y'Shaarj, Yogg-Saron, N'Zoth...

The legend of the four ancient gods appeared in my heart.

only……

In the legend, Mist is never associated with those four ancient gods!

There has never been any legend that the crazy ancient god would help others.

With these thoughts in mind, Sylvanas cautiously approached the light source.

Then, she saw a figure standing under the light deep in the mist.

He was standing there.

The mist surrounded Him and surrounded Him.

Just by looking at it, Sylvanas knew that he was the master of the mist.

And the other party also saw her.

He turned around, mist wrapping around his head.

Two flashes of fire appeared in the sockets of his eyes, slowly swaying under a pair of thin lenses.

"Hello!" Sylvanas stepped forward and greeted her with vigilance.

But when the words came out, they were not in Salas language.

Not in any language she knew.

But a strange and strange language.

But she could say it without any hindrance.

The other party looked at her, seemingly surprised for a while, but soon the fire in his eyes burned brightly: "Welcome!"

He said: "Guest..."

…………………………

Lingpingan opened the door of his shop, then looked back at the new customer who came in the mist.

She was wearing a cyan silk coat and was tall and slender.

He has a small face that looks very delicate, but his skin color seems a little different.

But...

Lingpingan has seen a lot.

Merchant Yin!

In particular, many of the Yin Shang ethnic groups who had mixed blood with the Qinlu people in history were like this.

There are a large number of such people in the entertainment industry of the Federal Empire.

It seems that she is popular because of her sweet and cute appearance.

However, Lingpingan is really difficult to distinguish.

Basically, in his eyes, the men and women on TV are basically the same mold.

Therefore, in his eyes, this guest is similar to those on TV.

He saw her appearance clearly.

but……

Put two Gunguns in front of you and tell them apart. Can you detect the difference between them?

cannot!

Unless they get along day and night, at least they meet often.

Otherwise, most people would not be able to tell the difference between the two Gunguns.

The same goes for Lingpingan, he only remembers the appearance of the people he often sees, so he can tell them apart.

For strangers, unless they have some iconic characteristics.

Otherwise, he can easily be confused with others.

"Hmm..." Lingpingan looked sideways and immediately discovered that this guest was most likely a descendant of the Yin Shang Dynasty. It seemed that his ears were pointed?

"Role play!" he knew.

This can also be seen from the guest's dress.

She is probably a fan of some anime or game.

Of course, it is also possible that she is a descendant of the chief priest of a certain Yin Shang tribe.

Over the past three hundred years, the descendants of the Yin and Shang dynasties have been living together with the Zhuxia tribes for three hundred years.

People are very frequent with each other.

The local immigrants went to the Northern Zhou Dynasty, Southern Zhou Dynasty and Western Song Dynasty.

Descendants of the Yin and Shang Dynasties from the Northern and Southern Zhou Dynasties immigrated to the mainland.

They have intermarriage and frequent exchanges with each other, and they have long been indistinguishable from each other.

Only a few people, such as the chief priests, shamans and other religious figures from Yin merchants, still maintain the living conditions and habits of three hundred years ago.

However, these people maintain traditional status and habits.

It's more about the money.

To put it simply, it is subsidy fraud.

The Federal Empire respects and supports the religious beliefs and traditional customs of all ethnic groups.

A large number of funds are allocated every year to support the cultural inheritance and research of various fraternal ethnic groups.

Thinking of this, Lingpingan smiled even brighter.

Because no matter what kind of guest this guest is.

It all means that she has money!

Just look at her outfit.

Dressed up like this...

The retro silk jacket, leather boots, the exquisite longbow in hand that you can tell is handmade, and this special makeup and hair.

Each one requires a large amount of funds!

This made the young bookstore owner very happy!

"I'm going to get rich!" he thought happily: "Today is really my lucky day..."

"Not only thirteen thousand new books were written..."

“We can still have customers come to our door even before closing time!”

"Awesome!"

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Sylvanas looked nervously at the strange, suspected ancient god in front of her.

His voice came to my ears: "Welcome...guest..."

This is an unheard language.

It seemed to be the same language as the one she just spoke.

only……

When He spoke, Sylvanas could clearly feel that the entire mist was drooping, crawling, and squirming.

Just like a slave who listens to the king's will, and like a believer who worships the gods.

He turned slightly to the side, opened a door, and made an invitation.

Sylvanas thought for a while and walked in.

Meow!

A kitten poked its head out of a wooden counter behind the door.

There were stars in the amber cat's eyes.

The shadow of a pyramid emerged from above its head.

Countless prayers were heard.

"True God!" Sylvanas took a deep breath. Although she was young, she also knew the existence of gods.

Whether it is Elune or the wild gods that the night elves believe in.

And the existence behind the Scourge.

And the ancient gods dormant all over the world...

but……

This kitten is different from those legendary gods.

The pyramid rotates slowly.

The wishes of all living beings are conveyed in the prayers.

They pray to the kitten for shelter, and they pray to it for protection.

so……

"He..." Sylvanas guessed: "His believers who can respond..."

"At least, I once protected..."

Only in this way will believers pray diligently for refuge and protection.

Just like the night elves believe in Elune and the wild gods.

Because Elune and the wild gods do exist and answer prayers.

That's why the night elves added the requirements of Elune or the wild gods in their prayers.

Unfortunately, the kitten only glanced at Sylvanas and then lowered its head.

He lay down behind the counter again.

Sylvanas looked forward and saw the darkness in front of her.

A liquid as thick as asphalt flows slowly at the edge of a terrifying silent black hole like an endless abyss.

In the extremely dark abyss, pairs of terrifying evil eyes opened and closed one after another.

Just looking at it, Sylvanas couldn't help but tremble in her soul.

She quickly turned her head and looked at the wall on one side.

Horrible pictures were plastered on the walls.

In the picture, terrifying figures are slowly emerging.

Terrifying whispers came from it.

What's even worse is that behind the wallpaper, rustling sounds can be heard continuously.

There seems to be something hidden behind the thin wallpaper.

One pair after another of terrifying eyes lit up from the painting.

As if to say: Insignificant insect... do you know where you are now?

Sylvanas shivered all over.

At this moment, the ancient god closed the door and walked behind her.

"Please sit down..." He invited Sylvanas and at the same time took out a strange cup.

Walk up to a strange creation and press a button.

Gudong, gudong.

Steaming boiling water flowed out.

Sylvanas had no choice. She could only follow the other party's order and sit obediently on the place he designated - a sofa.

As soon as she sat down, Sylvanas saw Him walking up to her holding that strange cup.

The cup was handed to him.

On the steaming cup of water, dense energy wraps around it.

"Guest, please have some tea..." He said.

Sylvanas picked up this strange cup suspiciously.

In the hot cup, a few golden leaves floated.

The golden juice slowly seeped out.

She picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"This is..." Sylvanas's eyes widened: "Well water from the Sunwell?"

The rich energy in the cup is pure and flawless.

In a sense, even the water from the Sunwell may not be as good as this.

Probably, only the legendary Well of Eternity can rival it!

Holding the cup in hand, thin.

Sylvanas' mood was as hot as tea.

"The Sunwell..." She thought of Silvermoon City, the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas, which was about to be destroyed by natural disasters, and her compatriots and sisters.

She finally understood the meaning of the voice in her ear before.

Want to change your destiny?

What a sad and pitiable fate!

No doubt about it!

This is the place where you can change your destiny!

because……

Here, something comparable to the water from the Well of Eternity is only worthy of being used as tea for entertaining guests.

Here, the god-like cat lies behind the owner's counter.

Obviously, this ancient god is treating the god like a cat.

Who is He?

Titan? !

Sylvanas shook her head.

It is impossible for a Titan to treat a god like a cat.

Although the Titans are powerful, they are not omnipotent.

Otherwise, the world would not be what it is now.

Sylvanas raised her head and looked at the ancient god who had sat opposite her.

She mustered up her courage and asked, "Sir, where are you?"

"Here I am..." Lingpingan laughed: "As you can see... I am here to sell knowledge..."

"Knowledge?" Sylvanas chewed on the word.

"Yes... guests..." Lingpingan said with a smile: "I have countless books of knowledge here..."

Consider the possible identity of this guest.

A fan of animation or games, or a descendant of a certain Yin Shang tribe's chief priest.

Lingpingan asked: "Guest, do you want the mystery of the collision of fantasy and miracle, or do you want to know the past and future hidden behind the fog?"

Fantasy and miracle, naturally animation and games.

The past and future after the mist fit perfectly with the rhetoric of the Yin and Shang tribes.

Lingpingan believes that this guest can understand these two metaphors.

Sylvanas listened and took a deep breath.

Because, following the words of this ancient god.

The whole world seems to have changed.

Countless hazy images flashed before her eyes, a world of real miracles and fantasy.

Countless voices whispered in her ears, revealing the past and the future.

But she couldn't remember anything, not even any whispers.

I can only vaguely know that those are all true.

so……

Is what He said true?

Is there any knowledge He can sell here?

Sylvanas became excited.

But she tried hard to suppress her excitement and forced herself to calm down.

She thought of the whisper that had brought her here in the first place.

change destiny!

Change your own miserable fate, your miserable fate!

And what is her fate?

Sylvanas didn't know.

But she knew that if the voice hadn't sent her here.

Then she is bound to die.

Silver Moon City will definitely be destroyed by natural disasters!

The Sunwell will be desecrated!

so……

If you want to change your destiny, the first thing you need is the power or knowledge to fight against natural disasters.

And what are you afraid of natural disasters?

Holy light?

No, the Holy Light cannot fight against natural disasters!

Because the facts have been proven!

Paladin Arthas has been corrupted by natural disasters.

The Silver Hand is powerless and even the Kingdom of Lordaeron has been destroyed!

So……

By what force will natural disasters be eliminated?

At this time, a small blue flame appeared in front of Sylvanas' eyes.

"The eternal sun will guide you!"

"May the sun always shine on you!"

The flame flashed by.

Sylvanas has already awakened!

sun!

Yes!

Natural disasters fear the power of the sun!

And the high elves, the Quel'dorei, have indeed always worshiped the sun!

Although, that is only the belief of the Zhuri family.

but………

In the face of crisis, at the critical point of life and death.

The Quel'dorei need to unite under one banner.

Is there anything more trustworthy than the sun?

Windrunner raised his head and looked at the ancient god opposite him.

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