Cirvanas looked at the scene in front of her.
Thick fog..
There was thick fog everywhere.
The thick fog was so thick that she couldn\'t tell the direction at all, let alone see the things in front of her.
She could only barely walk in the thick fog.
The ground under her feet seemed to be very hard.
It seemed to be some kind of rock structure, a little like the surface of the palace of the Tower of Sun Fury.
She walked slowly and carefully in it.
Very soon, Cirvanas discovered that he seemed to have undergone some changes.
The thick fog surrounded her, and there was a special power in the fog.
This power gradually healed the injuries on her body.
The wounds were healing, and the injured internal organs were also beginning to recover.
"What exactly is this place?" She asked.
But no one could answer her question.
The fog isolated everything.
Even magic was repelled by it!
Fortunately, her physical fitness and archery skills that she had trained for many years were still there.
Cirvanas gripped the longbow in her hand tightly as she slowly walked forward.
Suddenly, an orange light appeared in the distance of the fog.
Cirvanas looked at the light source. As a child of the Windrunner family, Cirvanas had received a very formal education since she was young.
It was about magic and combat.
There were also historical and cultural ones.
The proud Highborne Elves always pursued perfection!
Therefore, Cirvanas knew many secrets that ordinary people didn\'t know.
"This place..." she thought of the voice in her ears. "The lair of an ancient god?"
C\ 'Thun, Yashaji, Yogsaron, N\' Zoth..
The legend of the four ancient gods appeared in her heart.
But..
In the legend, the fog had never been connected to the four ancient gods!
There had never been any legend that the crazy ancient gods would help others.
With these thoughts in mind, Cirvanas carefully approached the light source.
Then, she saw a figure standing under the light in the depths of the fog.
He was standing there.
The fog surrounded him and clustered around him.
Just by looking at him, Cirvanas knew that he was the owner of the fog.
And the other party also saw her.
He turned his head, and the fog wrapped around his head.
Two flames appeared in what seemed to be his eye sockets. Under a pair of thin lenses, they slowly swayed.
"Hello!" Cirvanas walked forward and greeted him warily.
But the words that came out of his mouth were not in Salas.
Not to mention any language that she knew.
It was a strange and strange language.
But she could say it without any difficulty.
The other party looked at her and seemed to be surprised for a moment, but soon the fire in his eyes burned brightly. "Welcome!"
He said, "Guest …"
… …
Ling Ping'an pushed open the door of his shop and turned to look at the new customer in the fog.
She was tall and slender, wearing a green silk coat.
She had a delicate little face, but the color of her skin seemed a little different.
However …
Ling Ping'an had seen it many times.
They were the people of the Shang Dynasty!
Especially those who had mixed blood with the people of the Land of Qin in history, many of them were like this.
There were a large number of such people in the entertainment circle of the Federal Empire.
It seemed that because of her sweet and cute appearance, people liked her.
However, it was really difficult for Ling Ping'an to tell.
Basically, the men and women on TV were basically carved from the same mold in his eyes.
Therefore, in his eyes, this customer was similar to those people on TV.
He saw her face clearly.
But …
If two Rollie were placed in front of you, would you be able to tell the difference between them?
No!
Unless they were together day and night, they would at least meet often.
Otherwise, most people would not be able to tell the difference between two Rollie.
Ling Ping'an was the same. He only remembered the appearance of the people he often met, so he could tell them apart.
If it was a stranger, unless they had some iconic characteristics.
Otherwise, he would easily be confused with others.
"Hmm..." Ling Ping'an turned around and immediately realized that this customer was most likely a customer of the descendants of the Shang dynasty. Her ears seemed to be sharp?
"Role-playing!" He knew very well.
This could be seen from the guest's attire.
She was probably a fanatic fan of some anime or game.
Of course, it was also possible that she was the descendant of a priest of a Shang dynasty tribe.
Ever since the brothers of the Zhu Xia, for the past three hundred years, the descendants of the Shang dynasty had long lived together with the various races of the Zhu Xia.
The people between them were very frequent.
The local immigrants went to the Beizhou, Nanzhou, and Xisong.
The descendants of the Shang dynasty of the Beizhou and Nanzhou migrated to the local area.
They intermarried and communicated frequently. They had long been inseparable from each other.
Only a small number of people, such as the priests, shamans, and other religious people of the Shang dynasty, still maintained the living conditions and habits of three hundred years ago.
However, these people maintained the traditional state and habits.
It was more for the sake of money.
Simply put, it was to cheat subsidies.
The Federal Empire respected and supported the religious beliefs and traditional customs of various ethnic groups.
Every year, a large amount of funding was used to support the cultural heritage and research of various ethnic groups.
Thinking of this, Ling Ping'an's smile became even more brilliant.
Because, no matter which type this customer was.
It all meant that she was rich!
One could tell just by looking at her outfit.
Such a dress...
A retro silk coat, leather boots, the exquisite bow in her hand that was obviously handmade, and this special makeup and hair.
Every one of them required a large amount of money!
This made the young bookstore owner's heart burst with joy!
"I'm going to make a fortune!" He thought happily, "Today is really my lucky day..."
"Not only did I write 13,000 new books..."
"There are still customers coming in before closing!"
"Awesome!"
… …
Cirvanas looked nervously at the strange suspected ancient god in front of him.
His voice came into his ears, "Welcome... Customer..."
This was a language that he had never heard of before.
It seemed to be the same language as the language she had just spoken.
But...
When "He" spoke, Cirvanas could clearly feel that the entire fog was drooping, crawling, and squirming.
It was like a servant listening to the king's decree, or a believer who worshiped a god.
He slightly turned his body, pushed open a door, and made an invitation.
Cirvanas thought for a moment and walked in.
Meow!
A kitten poked its head out from a wooden counter behind the door.
In the amber cat's eyes, there were stars.
The shadow of a pyramid appeared above its head.
Countless prayers came one after another.
"True God!" Cirvanas took a deep breath. Although she was young, she knew the existence of gods.
Whether it was Elune, the gods of the wilderness that the Night Elves believed in.
And the existence behind the Calamity Legion.
And the ancient gods that were dormant all over the world...
But...
This kitten, however, was different from those gods in the legends.
The pyramid slowly rotated.
In the prayer came the wishes of all living beings.
They prayed to the kitten for shelter, and also prayed to it for protection.
So...
"It..." Cirvanas guessed, "can respond to its believers..."
"At least, it once protected..."
Only in this way would the believers diligently pray for shelter and protection.
Just like Elune and the gods of the wilderness that the Night Elves believed in.
Because Elune and the gods of the wilderness did exist, and they would respond to prayers.
That was why the Night Elves would add the request of Elune or the gods of the wilderness to their prayers.
Unfortunately, the kitten only glanced at Cirvanas and then lowered its head.
It lay behind the counter again.
Cirvanas\ 'eyes moved forward and saw the darkness in front of her.
The thick liquid that was like asphalt slowly flowed at the edge of a terrifying and silent black hole that was like an endless abyss.
In the extremely dark abyss, pairs of terrifying evil eyes opened and closed one after another.
Just looking at it, Cirvanas\ 'soul could not help but tremble.
She quickly turned her head and looked at the wall on the side.
Horrible pictures were pasted on the wall.
In the pictures, terrifying figures slowly appeared.
Terrifying whispers came from them.
What was worse was that after the wallpaper, there was a continuous rustling sound.
There seemed to be something hidden behind the thin wallpaper.
Pairs of terrifying eyes lit up in the painting one after another.
It was as if they were saying, "Tiny insect... do you know where you are now?"
Cirvanas\'s entire body shivered.
Just at this moment, the ancient god closed the door and walked behind her.
"Please sit..." he invited Cirvanas and took out a strange cup at the same time.
He walked in front of a strange creation and pressed a button.
Gulp, gulp.
The steaming hot water flowed out.
Cirvanas had no choice. She could only follow the other party\'s orders and obediently sit in the place he had designated, a sofa.
Just as she sat down, Cirvanas saw him walk in front of her with the strange cup.
The cup was handed to her.
Above the steaming hot cup of water, dense energy, wrapped around it.
"Guest, please have some tea..." he said.
Cirvanas picked up the strange cup suspiciously.
In the hot cup, a few gold-like leaves floated.
The golden juice slowly permeated.
She picked up the teacup and smelled it.
"This is..." Cirvanas\'s eyes widened. "The well water of the Sunwell?"
The rich energy in the cup was pure and flawless.
In a sense, even the well water of the Sunwell was probably not as good as this.
Probably, only the legendary Well of Eternity could compare to it!
Holding the cup in her hand, it was thin.
Cirvanas\'s mood was as hot as the tea.
"The Sunwell..." she thought of Silvermoon City, the Quel\ 'Thalas Kingdom that was about to be destroyed by the catastrophe, and her compatriots and sisters.
She finally understood the meaning of the voice in her ear.
Do you want to change your fate?
That sad and pitiful fate!
There was no doubt!
This was the place where she could change her fate!
Because...
Here, something comparable to the well water of the Well of Eternity was only worthy of being used as tea for guests.
Here, the god-like cat was lying behind its master\'s counter.
Obviously, this ancient god was raising a god like a cat.
Who was he?
Titan?!
Cirvanas shook her head.
It was impossible for a titan to raise a god like a cat.
Although the titans were powerful, they were not omnipotent.
Otherwise, the world would not be like this.
Cirvanas raised her head and looked at the ancient god who was already sitting opposite her.
She mustered up her courage and asked, "Sir, where are you?"
"I\'m here..." Ling Ping\ 'an smiled. "As you can see... I\'m a place that sells knowledge..."
"Knowledge?" Cirvanas chewed on this word.
"Yes... customer..." Ling Ping\ 'an smiled and said, "I have countless books of knowledge here..."
Considering the possible identity of this customer.
A fanatic of a certain anime or game, or the descendant of a certain Yin Shang tribe\'s chief priest.
Ling Ping\ 'an asked, "Customer, do you want the mystery of the collision of fantasy and miracles, or do you want to know the past and future hidden behind the fog?"
Fantasy and miracles were naturally anime and games.
And the past and future behind the fog happened to match the words of the Yin Shang tribe.
And Ling Ping\ 'an believed that this customer could understand these two metaphors.
Cirvanas took in a deep breath as he listened to her.
Because, following the words of this ancient god.
The entire world seemed to have changed.
Countless hazy scenes flashed in front of her eyes. It was a world of true miracles and fantasy.
Countless voices whispered in her ears, revealing the past and future.
But she couldn\'t remember anything, nor could she remember any whispers.
She could only vaguely know that those were all true.
So...
Was what he said true?
He could sell any knowledge here?
Cirvanas was excited.
But she tried her best to suppress her excitement and forced herself to calm down.
She remembered the whisper that brought her here in the first place.
Change her fate!
Change her tragic fate, that pitiful fate!
And what was her fate?
Cirvanas didn\'t know.
But she knew that if the voice hadn\'t sent her here.
Then she would have died without a doubt.
Silvermoon City would have been destroyed by the catastrophe!
The Sunwell would have been desecrated!
So...
If she wanted to change her fate, the first thing she needed was the strength or knowledge to resist the catastrophe.
And what was the catastrophe afraid of?
Holy light?
No, holy light could not resist the catastrophe!
Because the facts had proven it!
Paladin Arthas had been corrupted by the catastrophe.
The Silver Hand was powerless, and even the Lordaeron Kingdom had been destroyed!
Then...
What kind of power would the catastrophe be destroyed by?
At this moment, a small blue flame appeared in front of Cirvanas\'s eyes.
"The eternal sun will guide you!"
"May the sun always shine on you!"
The flame disappeared in a flash.
Cirvanas, on the other hand, had already resolved himself!
The sun!
Yes!
The catastrophe was afraid of the power of the sun!
And the Highborne Elves, which was the Quel\ 'dorei, had always worshiped the sun!
Although that was only the belief of the Sunchaser family.
But...
In the face of danger, at the juncture of life and death.
The Quel\ 'dorei needed to unite under a flag.
Was there anything more trustworthy than the sun?
Windrunner raised his head and looked at the ancient god opposite him.
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