I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

You can search for "I'm Really Not a Demon Search Novel (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapter!Sylvanas looked before her eyes.

Thick fog...

There is dense fog everywhere.

The thick fog is so heavy that she can distinguish the direction at all, let alone see the affairs in front of her.

She could only barely walk in this thick fog.

The ground on which the foot is stepping seems very hard.

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

She walked slowly and cautiously.

Soon, Sylvanas realized that she seemed to have changed somewhat.

Thick fog surrounds her, and there is a special power 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 anyway?" she questioned.

But no one can answer her question.

The fog cuts everything off.

Even magic is excluded!

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

Sylvanas held her longbow 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 had received a very formal education since she was a child.

About magic and combat.

There are also historical and cultural.

Proud high elves are always pursuing perfection!

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

"Here..." She thought of the voice in her ears before: "A certain 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 in mind, 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.

The other party also saw her.

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

Two streams of fire rose up in the place where they seemed to be in the 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 knew.

It's a strange language.

But she can speak without obstacles.

The other party 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, and 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 looked very delicate, but the skin color seemed a little different.

But...

Lingping sees more.

Merchant Yin!

In particular, many of the Yin and Shang ethnic groups who have mixed 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 it looks sweet and cute.

However, Lingping is really hard to tell.

Basically, the men and women on TV are basically similar to those carved out of a mold in his eyes.

Therefore, 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, you can tell the difference, can you detect the difference?

Can't!

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 rolling.

The same is true for spiritual peace, he only remembers the appearance of his regular people, so he can distinguish it.

The words of strangers, unless it has some iconic characteristics.

Otherwise, he is easily confused with others.

"Hmm..." 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 brothers of Zhu Xia, after three hundred years, the people of the Yin and Shang Dynasties have lived together with all the ethnic groups of Zhu Xia.

The people between each other are very frequent.

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 chief priests, shamans and other religious figures of Yin merchants, still maintain the living conditions and habits of three hundred years ago.

However, these people maintain their traditional state and habits.

More for money.

Simply put, 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 of these, Lingping smiled brighter.

Because, no matter what kind of guest it is.

It all means that she has money!

Just look at her outfit.

Dressed up like this...

The retro silk coat, leather boots, the hand-made boutique long bow, and the special makeup.

Each one requires a large sum 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 new writing..."

"There are still guests coming right before closing!"

"Awesome!"

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

He heard his voice: "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 servant who listens to the king’s will, but also 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.

In the amber cat's eyes, there are dots.

The 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.

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

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

and so……

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

"At least, once protected..."

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

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

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

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

It's a pity that the little cat just looked at Sylvanas and lowered his head.

Lie down behind the counter again.

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

A thick liquid like asphalt 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 wall on one side.

Terrible pictures are posted on the wall.

In the picture, terrible figures slowly emerged.

A terrifying whisper came from it.

What's even worse, after the wallpaper, the rustling sound continued to ring.

There seemed to be something hidden behind the thin wallpaper.

A pair of terrifying eyes lit up from the painting.

As if to say: Tiny insects... Did you know that you are there now?

Sylvanas fought all over.

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

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

Before reaching a weird creation, press a button.

Gudong Gudong.

Steaming hot water came out.

Sylvanas had no choice, she could only obediently sit on the place designated by him-a sofa according to 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 floated.

The golden juice slowly penetrated.

She picked up the tea cup and sniffed it.

"This is..." Sylvanas widened her eyes. "The water from 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 was 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 the ear before.

Want to change your destiny?

That sad and poor fate!

There is no doubt!

This is where you can change your destiny!

because……

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

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

Obviously, this ancient god is raising a god 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 god 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 said with a smile: "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.

Lingping asked: "Guest, do you want the mystery created by the collision of fantasy and miracle, or do 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 mists fit exactly with the art of the Yin and Shang tribe.

And Lingping believed that this guest understood 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 dim pictures flashed before her eyes, it was a world in real miracles and fantasy.

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

But she couldn't remember anything, nor could she remember any whispers.

I can only know ignorantly that those are true.

and so……

What he said is true?

Can He sell any knowledge here?

Sylvanas became excited.

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

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

change destiny!

Change your sad destiny, that poor destiny!

And what is her fate?

Sylvanas didn't know.

But she knows that if there is no voice, she will be sent here.

Then she is bound to die.

Silvermoon City will also be destroyed by natural disasters!

The Sun Well will be desecrated!

and 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?

Holy light?

No, the Holy Light cannot fight against natural disasters!

Because the facts have proved it!

The Paladin Arthas had been corrupted by natural disasters.

There is nothing the Silver Hand can do, and even the Kingdom of Lordaeron has been destroyed!

Then...

What forces will destroy the natural disasters?

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

"The eternal sun will guide you!"

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

This flame flashed by.

Sylvanas has already realized her consciousness!

sun!

Yes!

Natural disasters fear the power of the sun!

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

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

but………

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

Quel'Dorei, need to unite under one banner.

Is there anything more trustworthy than the sun?

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