Sylvanas looked in front of her.

Dense fog ......

There was a thick fog everywhere.

The fog was so thick that she couldn't tell where she was going, let alone seeing what was in front of her.

She could only barely walk through the fog.

The ground on which my feet are stepping on seems to be very hard.

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

She walked slowly and cautiously through it.

Soon, Sylvanas noticed that something was different.

A thick fog surrounded her, and there was some special power in the mist.

This power gradually repaired her injuries.

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

"What the hell is this place?" She asked.

But no one could answer her questions.

The fog cut off everything.

Even magic is excluded!

Fortunately, the physical fitness and archery skills that have been trained for many years are still there.

Sylvanas gripped the longbow tightly in her hand as she slowly walked forward.

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

Sylvanas looked at the light source, as a child of the Windranger family, Sylvanas had received a very formal education since he was a child.

It's about magic, it's about fighting.

There is also historical, cultural.

The proud High Elves are always in pursuit of perfection!

So, Sylvanas knows a lot of secrets that ordinary people don't know.

"...... here," she thought of the voice in her ear before, "the lair of some ancient god?" ”

Cthun, Ashaji, Yogsaron, Enzos......

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

It's just that......

In legends, the mist has never been linked to those four ancient gods!

There has never been a legend that the crazy Old Gods would come to the aid of others.

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

Then she saw a figure standing in the light of the depths of the mist.

And there He stood.

The mist surrounded Him and surrounded Him.

Just by looking, 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 points of fire, rising in what seemed to be eye sockets, slowly swaying under a thin pair of lenses.

"Hello!" Sylvanas stepped forward, a wary salutation.

But the words were not in Salas.

Not in any language she knew.

It's a strange and strange language.

But she can say it without any obstacles.

The other party looked at her and seemed to be surprised for a moment, but soon the fire in his eyes burned: "Welcome!" ”

He said, "Guest ......"

………………………………

Ling Ping'an pushed open the door of his shop, and then looked back at the new customer who had come from the mist.

She was tall and slender in a cyan silk coat.

She has a small face that looks very delicate, but her skin tone seems to be a little different.

But what......

I have seen a lot of spiritual peace.

Yin merchant!

Especially those Yin Shang ethnic groups who have mixed with the Qin and Lu people in history, there are many of them.

In the entertainment circle of the Federal Empire, there are a large number of such people.

It seems that because of his sweet and cute appearance, he is liked.

It's just that it's really hard to tell the peace of mind.

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

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

I can see her appearance clearly.

But......

Put the two rolls in front of you, can you tell the difference?

No!

Unless you get along day and night, at least you see each other often.

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

The same is true of spiritual peace, he only remembers what he always looks like, and thus distinguishes it.

Stranger words, unless there is some iconic feature.

Otherwise, he is easily confused with others.

"Hmm......" Ling Ping'an looked sideways, and immediately found that this guest, most likely a guest of the descendants of Yin Shang, seemed to have pointed ears?

"Roleplay!" He knew it.

This can also be seen from the way this guest is dressed.

She's probably an avid fan of some anime or game.

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

Since the Zhuxia brothers, for three hundred years, the people of the Yin Shang dynasty have already mixed with the Zhuxia tribes.

People with each other are very frequent.

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

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

Intermarriage and frequent exchanges between each other have long been indistinguishable from each other.

Only a few people, such as the chief priest, shaman, and other religious members of the merchants, still maintain the living conditions and habits of 300 years ago.

However, these people maintain traditional states and habits.

More for the money.

To put it simply, it is a subsidy fraud.

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

Every year, a large number of grants are made to support the cultural inheritance and research of fraternal peoples.

Thinking of this, Ling Ping'an smiled even brighter.

Because, no matter what kind of guest it is.

It all means that she has money!

Just look at her outfits.

Dressed up like this......

Vintage silk jackets, leather boots, a handmade bow in your hand, and this special makeup and hair.

Each of these requires a lot of money!

This made the young bookstore owner angry!

"I'm going to get rich!" He thought to himself, "Today is really my lucky day......

"More than 13,000 new ......"

"There are still guests coming to the door when the door is closed!"

"Excellent!"

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Sylvanas nervously looked at the strange and suspicious ancient god in front of him.

His voice came to his ears: "Welcome...... Guest ......"

It's an unheard of language.

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

It's just that......

As He spoke, Sylvanas felt it distinctly as the whole fog was falling, creeping, and wriggling.

Like a slave who hears the will of a king, and like a believer who worships the gods.

He leaned slightly, pushed open a door, and made an invitation.

Sylvanas thought for a moment and walked inside.

Meow!

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

Amber cat's eyes, dotted with stars.

The phantom of a pyramid emerges from above it.

Countless prayers, voices were heard.

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

Whether it's Elune, the Night Elves, or the gods of the wilderness.

There's also the existence behind the Scourge Legion.

and the ancient gods that lie dormant around the world......

But......

This kitten, but unlike those legendary gods.

The pyramid rotated slowly.

The prayers were heard with the wishes of all beings.

They prayed to the kittens, seeking shelter, and also to them, seeking protection.

So......

"He ......," Sylvanas guessed, "can respond to His followers......"

"At least, the ...... was once protected"

Only then will believers pray diligently for refuge and protection.

Just like Elune and the gods of the wilderness in the Night Elf faith.

For Elune and the gods of the wilderness do exist, and will answer prayers.

That's why the Night Elves added Elune or the Wilderness Gods to their prayers.

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

Get back on your stomach behind the counter.

Sylvanas' eyes moved forward, and he saw the darkness ahead of him.

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

In the deepest abyss, which was extremely dark, a pair of terrifying evil pupils opened and closed one after another.

Just looking at it, Sylvanas couldn't help but shudder in his soul.

She quickly turned her head to look at the wall on one side.

Horrible pictures are plastered on the walls.

In the picture, terrifying figures are slowly emerging.

Whispers of terror came from within.

What's even worse is that behind the wallpaper, the sound of rustling continues to sound.

There seemed to be something, hidden behind that thin wallpaper.

Pairs of terrifying pupils lit up from the painting.

As if to say: tiny worms...... Do you know where you are now?

Sylvanas shuddered.

Just then, the old god closed the door and walked up behind her.

"Please sit down......" He invited Sylvanas as he pulled out a strange cup.

Walk up to a strange creation and press a button.

Knock knock knock.

Steaming boiling water, flowing out.

Sylvanas had no choice, she could only follow the other party's orders, and obediently sat down in the place he had designated—a couch.

As soon as he sat down, Sylvanas saw Him come up to him with the strange cup.

The cup was handed in front of him.

On the steaming glass of water, the energy is wrapped around it.

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

Sylvanas picked up the strange cup suspiciously.

In the hot cup, a few golden leaves floated.

Golden juice, slowly seeping through.

She picked up the teacup and took a sniff.

"This is ......" Sylvanas' eyes widened, "the well water of the Well of the Sun?" ”

Intense energy in the cup, pure and flawless.

In a sense, even the well water of the Well of the Sun is probably not as good as this.

Probably, only the legendary Well of Eternity can be compared to one or two!

Hold the cup in your hand, thin.

Sylvanas's mood was as hot as tea.

"Well of the Sun...... "She thought of Silvermoon City, of the Kingdom of Quel'Salas, and of her compatriots and sisters, who were about to be destroyed by the Disaster.

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

Want to change your destiny?

That sad and pitiful fate!

Undoubtedly!

This is the place where you can change your fate!

Because......

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

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

Obviously, this ancient god is raising the god as a cat.

Who is He?

Titans?!

Sylvanas shook her head.

It is impossible for the Titans to raise the gods as cats.

Titans, while powerful, are not omnipotent.

Otherwise, the world would not be the way it is.

Sylvanas looked up at the Old God, who was already seated across from him.

She mustered up her courage and asked, "Your Excellency, where are you?" ”

"I'm here......" Ling Ping'an laughed, "As you can see...... I'm here to sell knowledge......"

"Knowledge?" Sylvanas chewed on the word.

"Yes...... Guest ......" Ling Ping'an 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 certain Yin Shang tribe.

Ling Ping'an asked, "Guest, I wonder if 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 Wonder, naturally anime and games.

And the past and future after the fog are just in line with the words of the Yin Shang tribe.

And Ling Ping'an believes that this guest can understand these two metaphors.

Sylvanas listened, but took a deep breath.

Because, with the words of this ancient god.

The whole world seems to have changed.

Countless hazy images flashed before her eyes, which were real miracles and fantasy worlds.

Countless voices, whispering in her ears, reveal the past and the future.

But she couldn't remember anything, and she couldn't remember any whispers.

I can only know in the vague that those are true.

So......

Is what He said true?

What knowledge can He sell here?

Sylvanas became excited.

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

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

Change your fate!

Change your own sad fate, that pitiful fate!

And what is her fate?

Sylvanas didn't know.

But she knew it wouldn't have been for the voice that had brought her here.

Then she is certain to die.

Silvermoon City will also be destroyed by natural disasters!

The Well of the Sun will be desecrated!

So......

If you want to change your fate, the first thing you need is the power or knowledge to be able to resist natural disasters.

And what are natural disasters afraid of?

Holy Light?

No, the Light cannot fight against natural disasters!

Because it's been proven!

The paladins Arthas have been corrupted by the Scourge.

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

So......

What forces will destroy the natural disaster?

At this moment, a small faint blue flame appeared in front of Sylvanas's eyes.

"The eternal sun will guide you!"

"May the sun shine on you at all times!"

The flame flickered.

Sylvanas, however, has come to her senses!

Sun!

Yes!

Natural disasters fear the power of the sun!

And the High Elves, the Queldores, have indeed always worshipped the sun!

Although, that's just the faith of the Day-to-Day family.

But.........

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

Queldore, you need to be united under one banner.

Is there anything more trustworthy than the sun?

Windranger looked up at the Old God across from him.