Chapter 251

Sylvanas looked in front of her eyes.

Thick fog

There was thick fog everywhere.

The fog was so thick that she could tell the direction, not to mention the things in front of her.

She can only barely walk in the thick fog.

The ground on which my feet are treading seems very hard.

It seems to be the ground of some kind of rock structure, a bit like the palace surface of the tower of wrath.

She walked slowly and carefully.

Soon, Sylvanas found himself in a different way.

A thick fog surrounded her, and there was a special force in the fog.

The power gradually mended her wounds.

The wound is healing and the internal organs are beginning to heal.

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

But no one could answer her question.

The fog cut off everything.

Even magic is excluded!

Fortunately, years of physical fitness and archery still exist.

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

Suddenly, an orange light appeared in the mist.

Sylvanas looks at the light source. As a child of the Windrunner family, Sylvanas has received a very formal education since childhood.

About magic and fighting.

There are also historical and cultural ones.

Proud high elves, always in pursuit of perfection!

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

"Here..." She thought of the voice in her ear before: "the nest of some ancient god?"

Kesun, ashaji, yogsaron, enzos

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

It's just

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

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

With these thoughts, Sylvanas approached the light source carefully.

Then she saw the figure standing under the light in the fog.

There he is.

The mist surrounds and surrounds him.

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

And the other party saw her.

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

Two points flow fire, appear in the eye socket place to rise, in a pair of thin lens, slowly swaying.

"Hello!" Sylvanas stepped forward with a wary salute.

But it's not salasi.

It's not any language she knows.

It's a strange and strange language.

But she can say it without any obstacles.

The other party looked at her, as if surprised for a while, but soon the fire in the eyes will be burning: "welcome to!"

He said, "guest..."

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Ling Ping'an opened the door of his shop and then looked back at the new guest in the fog.

She was tall and slim in a blue silk coat.

She had a small face that seemed very delicate, but her skin color seemed a little different.

But

More spiritual peace.

Shang people!

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

In the entertainment industry of the federal Empire, there are a large number of such people.

It seems to be because of the sweet and lovely appearance, so people like it.

It's just that spiritual peace 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.

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

I see her clearly.

But

Put two rolls in front of you. Can you tell the difference between them?

No!

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

Otherwise, most people can't tell the difference between the two.

Spiritual peace is also the same, he only remembers and he often looks like people, so as to distinguish.

If it's a stranger, unless it's something iconic.

Otherwise, he is easily confused with others.

"Well..." Ling Ping'an looks sideways and suddenly finds out that this guest, most likely a guest of later Shang Dynasty, seems to have sharp ears?

"Role play!" He knows it.This can also be seen from the dress of the guest.

She's mostly a fan of an animation or game.

Of course, it is also possible that she was a descendant of a certain Shang tribe.

After three hundred years with the brothers of Zhuxia, people had been living together with all ethnic groups of Zhuxia since the Shang Dynasty.

People are very frequent with each other.

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

The descendants of the Shang Dynasty in the northern and southern Zhou dynasties immigrated to their native land.

They intermarry and communicate with each other frequently, and they are already inseparable from each other.

Only a small number of religious people, such as the chief priests, shamans and so on, still maintained the living conditions and habits of 300 years ago.

However, these people maintain the traditional state and habits.

More money.

In short, it is to cheat on subsidies.

The federal Empire respected and supported the religious beliefs and traditional customs of various nationalities.

Every year, a large number of funds are allocated to support the cultural heritage and research of the brothers.

Thinking of these, Lingping's smile is more brilliant.

Because no matter what kind of guest he is.

It means that she has money!

Just look at her outfit.

So dressed up

The retro silk coat, leather boots, the handmade long bow and the special hair make-up can be seen at a glance.

Each one needs a lot of money!

This makes the young bookshop owner, enraged!

"Get rich!" He thought happily: "today is really my lucky day..."

"It's not just the new book that wrote thirteen thousand..."

"When the door is closed, there will be guests coming."

"Bang Bang Da!"

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Sylvanas, nervously looking at the strange suspected ancient god in front of him.

His voice came from his ear: "welcome to Guests... "

It's an unheard of language.

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

It's just

As he spoke, Sylvanas clearly sensed that the whole fog was drooping, crawling and wriggling.

Like a slave who listens to the will of a king, like a believer who worships a God.

He leaned slightly aside, opened a door, and made an invitation.

Sylvanas thought about it and went in.

Meow!

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

In the amber cat's eye, speckled.

The shadow of a pyramid emerges from its head.

There were countless prayers and voices.

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

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

There is also the presence behind the scourge Corps.

And the ancient gods who are dormant all over the world

But

This kitten, however, is different from those legendary gods.

The pyramid was spinning slowly.

In the sound of prayer came the wishes of all living beings.

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

So

"He..." Sylvanas guessed, "those who can respond to him..."

"At least, it protected..."

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

Just like the night elves believe in Elune and the gods of the wilderness.

Because Elune and the wilderness gods do exist and will respond to prayer.

That's why the night elves added Elune or the wilderness gods to their prayers.

It was a pity that the kitten looked down at Sylvanas.

Lie back behind the counter again.

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

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

In the deep abyss of the extreme darkness, a pair of terrible evil pupils opened and closed successively.

Just looking at it, Sylvanas could not help but tremble.

She quickly turned her head and looked to one of the walls.

One after another terrible pictures, pasted on the wall.

In the picture, one by one horrible figure is slowly emerging.

From the murmur of terror.

What's more, behind the wallpaper, there was a continuous rustling sound.There seems to be something hidden behind the thin wallpaper.

A pair of horrible pupil, from the painting lit up.

seems to be saying, * tiny insects... Do you know where you are now?

Sylvanas fought all over.

Just at this time, 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.

Go to a weird creation and press a button.

Gudong, Gudong.

Steaming boiling water, flowing out.

Sylvanas had no choice but to follow the orders of the other party and sit down on the sofa where he had designated.

As soon as she sat down, Sylvanas saw him come up to him with the strange cup in his hand.

The cup was handed in front of him.

On the steaming water cup, the dense energy is winding on it.

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

Sylvanas picked up the strange cup suspiciously.

In the hot cup, several golden leaves were floating.

Golden juice, slowly permeated.

She picked up the cup and sniffed.

"This is..." Sylvanas widened his eyes: "well water of the well of the sun?"

The rich energy in the cup is pure and flawless.

In a sense, even the well water of the sun well is less than this.

In general, only the legendary well of eternity can be comparable to one or two!

Holding the cup in my hand, thin.

The mood of Sylvanas was as hot as the tea.

"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 before.

Want to change your destiny?

That sad and pathetic fate!

No doubt about it!

This is the place where destiny can be changed!

Because

Here, what is comparable to the well water of the eternal well is only suitable as tea for guests.

Here, the real God like cat, lying behind the master's counter.

Obviously, the ancient god was keeping the God as a cat.

Who is he?

Titan?!

Sylvanas shook his head.

Titans could not have kept gods as cats.

The titans are powerful, but not omnipotent.

Otherwise, the world will not be like this.

Sylvanas raised his head and looked at the old God who had sat opposite him.

She summoned up her courage and asked, "Sir, are you here?"

"Here I am..." Ling Ping An laughed: "as you can see I am here to sell knowledge... "

"Knowledge?" Sylvanas chewed the word.

"Yes Guests... " Ling Ping An said with a smile, "I have countless books of knowledge here..."

Considering the possible identity of the guest.

A fan of animation or game, or a descendant of a Shang tribe.

Lingping asked, "guest, do you want the mystery of the collision between fantasy and miracle, or do you want to know the past and future hidden behind the fog?"

Fantasy and miracle, nature is animation and games.

The past and future after the fog coincided with the script of the Shang tribe.

Lingping'an believes that the guest can understand the 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 pictures flashed before her eyes, which was the real miracle and fantasy world.

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

But she couldn't remember anything or whisper.

Only muddleheaded know, those are true.

So

Is what he says true?

Can he sell any knowledge here?

Sylvanas was excited.

But she tried to restrain her excitement and force herself to calm down.

She remembered the whisper that had brought her here at first.

Change your destiny!

Change their own sad fate, that poor fate!

And what was her fate?

Sylvanas doesn't know.

But she knew that if the voice had not brought her here.Then she must die.

Silver moon city will 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 natural disasters afraid of?

Holy light?

No, the light can't fight against natural disasters!

Because the facts have proved it!

Arthas, the paladin, has been corrupted by the scourge.

The silver hand can't do anything, even the kingdom of Lordaeron has been destroyed!

So

What forces will natural disasters be eliminated?

At this time, a little blue flame appeared in front of Sylvanas.

"The eternal sun will guide you!"

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

The flame flashed by.

Sylvanas, however, has already realized!

The sun!

Yes!

Natural disasters fear the power of the sun!

And the high elves, that is, the queldores, have always worshipped the sun!

Although, it is only the belief of the daily family.

But

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

Queldores, we need to unite under a flag.

Is there anything more trustworthy than the sun?

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

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