I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon Chapter 252: The eternal sun guides you

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Dense fog...

Dense fog is everywhere.

The fog is so thick that she can tell her direction at all, let alone see what's in front of her.

She can barely walk in this thick fog.

The ground where the foot is stepping on, seems very hard.

It seems to be some kind of rocky ground, a bit like the palace surface of the Tower of Sunfury.

She walked slowly and carefully.

Soon, Sylvanas realized that she seemed to have changed a little bit.

Dense fog surrounds her, and there is a special force in the fog.

This power gradually repaired her injuries.

The wound is healing, and the injured internal organs are beginning to recover.

"Where is this place anyway?" she questioned.

But no one can answer her question.

The fog cuts everything off.

Even magic is excluded!

Fortunately, the stamina and archery skills I have trained for many years are still there.

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

Suddenly, an orange light appeared in the distance of the fog.

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

About magic and combat.

Also historical and cultural.

The proud high elves are always pursuing perfection!

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

"Here..." She thought of the voice in her ears before: "An ancient god's lair?"

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

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

Just...

In the legend, the fog has never been linked to the four ancient gods!

There has never been a legend that crazy ancient gods will help others.

With these thoughts, Sylvanas cautiously approached the light source.

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

He is standing there.

The mist surrounds him, and it surrounds him.

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

And the other party also saw her.

He turned his head, and the mist wrapped around his head.

Two stray fires rose up in the place where they seemed to be eye sockets, slowly swaying under a pair of thin lenses.

"Hello!" Sylvanas stepped forward in a vigilant greeting.

But the words are not in Salas.

Not any language she knows.

It's a strange and weird language.

But she can say it without obstacles.

The other person looked at her and seemed surprised for a while, but soon the fire in his eyes burned: "Welcome!"

He said: "Guest..."

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Lingping opened the door of his store, then looked back at the new customer who had come from the mist.

She wore a cyan silk coat, tall and slim.

He had a small face that seemed very delicate, but the skin tone seemed a little different.

However...

Lingping sees more.

Yin merchant!

In particular, many of the Yin and Shang ethnic groups who have mixed blood with the Qin and Lu people in history are like this.

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

It seems to be loved because of its sweet and cute appearance.

It's just that Lingping is really hard to tell.

Basically, the men and women on TV are almost the same as those carved out of a mold in his eyes.

So, the guest in his eyes is similar to those on TV.

I can see her clearly.

But...

Put the two Gumwan in front of you. Can you tell the difference? Can you notice the difference?

No!

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

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

It's the same with Spiritual Peace. He only remembered the appearance of the people he used to tell him apart.

For strangers, unless it is an iconic feature.

Otherwise, he is easily confused with other people.

"Um..." Ling Ping'an looked sideways and immediately discovered that this guest is most likely a guest of the descendants of the Yin and Shang Dynasties. It seems that the ears are pointed?

"Cosplay!" He knew it well.

This can also be seen from the dressing of this guest.

She is probably an avid fan of an anime or game.

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

Since the Zhu Xia brothers, the people of the Yin and Shang dynasties have been living together with the various ethnic groups of Zhu Xia for three hundred years.

People are very frequent with each other.

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

The descendants of the Yin and Shang Dynasties in the Northern and Southern Zhou dynasties immigrated to the mainland.

Intermarriage and frequent exchanges between each other have long since separated each other.

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

However, these people maintain their traditional state and habits.

It's more for money.

To put it simply, it is to cheat subsidies.

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

A large amount of funding is allocated every year to support the cultural heritage and research of the brothers.

Thinking about this, Ling Ping'an smiled brighter.

Because, no matter what kind of guest it is.

It all means that she has money!

Just look at her outfit.

So dressed up...

Retro silk coats, leather boots, the hand-made boutique long bows, and this special makeup.

Everything requires a lot of money!

This makes the young bookstore owner angry!

"I want to get rich!" He thought happily: "Today is really my lucky day..."

"More than 13,000 newly written..."

"There will still be guests coming when the door closes!"

"Awesome!"

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

His voice came in his ear: "Welcome to...Guest..."

This is an unheard of language.

It seems to be the same language as the language she just spoke.

Just...

When he spoke, Sylvanas clearly felt that the entire mist was drooping, creeping, and squirming.

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

He turned his body slightly, 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 are dots in the amber cat's eyes.

A phantom of a pyramid emerged from its head.

Countless prayers, voices came.

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

Whether it is Elune, the gods of the wilderness that the night elves believe in.

There is also the existence behind the Scourge.

And the ancient gods who dormant around the world...

But...

This kitten is different from those legendary gods.

The pyramid rotates slowly.

The wishes of sentient beings came from the sound of prayer.

They prayed to the kitten, seeking shelter, and prayed to him, seeking protection.

So...

"He..." Sylvanas guessed: "The believers who can respond to him..."

"At least, I have protected..."

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

As the night elves believe in Elune and the wild gods.

Because Elune and the Wild Gods do exist and will answer prayers.

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

Unfortunately, the little cat just looked at Sylvanas and lowered his head.

Behind the counter again.

Sylvanas' eyes moved forward and saw the darkness in front of her.

A thick liquid like pitch flows slowly on the edge of a terrible and silent black hole like an endless abyss.

In the extremely dark abyss, a pair of terrifying evil pupils opened and closed again.

Just watching, Sylvanas couldn't help her soul trembling.

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

A terrible picture, posted on the wall.

In the picture, terrifying figures slowly emerged.

A terrifying whisper came from it.

What's more terrible is that after the wallpaper, the rustling sound rang continuously.

Something seems to be hidden behind the thin wallpaper.

A pair of terrifying eyes lit up from the painting.

As if to say: Tiny insects... Did you know, where are you now?

Sylvanas fought all over.

At exactly this time, the ancient **** closed the door and walked behind her.

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

Go to a strange creation and press a button.

Gudong Gudong.

The steaming water came out.

Sylvanas had no choice, she could only obediently sit on the place designated by him-a sofa in accordance with the other's orders.

As soon as she sat down, Sylvanas saw him walking to her with that strange cup.

The cup was handed to the front.

On the steaming glass of water, entwined with energy.

"Guest, please use tea..." He said.

Sylvanas held up this strange cup suspiciously.

In the hot cup, a few golden leaves are floating.

The golden yellow juice slowly penetrated.

She picked up the tea cup and sniffed it.

"This is..." Sylvanas widened her eyes: "The water in the Sunwell?"

The rich energy in the cup is pure and flawless.

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

Probably, only the legendary Well of Eternity can match one or two!

Hold the cup in your hand, thin.

Sylvanas' mood is as hot as tea.

"The Well of the Sun..." 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.

Want to change your destiny?

That sad and poor destiny!

No doubt!

This is the place where you can change your destiny!

Because...

Here, something comparable to the well water of the Well of Eternity, but only worthy of tea for hospitality.

Here, a cat like a **** is lying behind the owner's counter.

Obviously, this ancient **** is raising a **** as a cat.

Who is he?

Titan? !

Sylvanas shook her head.

It is impossible for Titans to keep gods as cats.

Although the Titans are powerful, they are not omnipotent.

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

Sylvanas raised her head and looked at the ancient **** who had sat across from her.

She gathered up her courage and asked: "Your Excellency, where are you?"

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

"Knowledge?" Sylvanas chewed the word.

"Yes...Guest..." Lingping smiled and said: "I have countless books of knowledge here..."

Consider the possible identity of this guest.

A fanatic of an anime or game, or a descendant of the chief priest of a Yin Shang tribe.

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

Fantasy and miracle are naturally anime and games.

The past and the future after the fog fit exactly with the language of the Yin and Shang tribe.

And Lingping believes that this guest can understand these two metaphors.

Sylvanas listened, but 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, it was a real world of miracles and fantasy.

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

But she just can't remember anything, nor can she remember any whispers.

I can only know ignorantly that those are true.

So...

Is what he said true?

He can sell any knowledge here?

Sylvanas became excited.

But she tried to suppress her excitement, forcing herself to calm down.

She remembered the whisper that brought her here in the first place.

Change your destiny!

Change your own sad destiny, that poor destiny!

And what is her fate?

Sylvanas didn't know.

But she knows that if there is no sound, send her here.

Then she must die.

Silvermoon City will also 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 that can resist natural disasters.

And what are you afraid of natural disasters?

Holy light?

No, the Holy Light cannot fight natural disasters!

Because the facts have proved it!

The Paladin Arthas has been corrupted by natural disasters.

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

So...

What forces will destroy the natural disasters?

At this time, a little bluish flame appeared in front of Sylvanas' eyes.

"The eternal sun will guide you!"

"May the sun shine on you all the time!"

The flames flashed by~IndoMTL.com~Sylvanas, but she has realized her consciousness!

The sun!

Yes!

The natural disasters fear the power of the sun!

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

Although, that's just the faith of the Sunshine Family.

But...

In the face of crisis, at the threshold of life and death.

Queldorei, need to unite under one banner.

Is there anything more trustworthy than the sun?

Windrunner raised his head and looked at the ancient **** across from him.