At the end of a remote street in Xueman City, there is an inconspicuous-looking shop.
There are very few customers coming in and out every day. It can be said that most of the time during the day, this place is in a quiet state.
Even if someone comes by chance, they just come in and leave. But those who stay for a long time are dressed mysteriously.
The owner of the shop never seems to worry about business matters. He will greet customers when there are customers. When there are no customers, he will sit at the door, either chatting with neighbors or staring at the sky alone in a daze.
Today, as usual, the shop owner opened the door of the shop early, briefly cleaned the garbage at the door, and then sat at the door and watched.
It seems that it is quite fun for him to look at the passers-by.
Time passed little by little, and when the sun finally shone on this remote street, the originally cold atmosphere was quickly dissipated.
After sitting at the door of the shop for a long time, he slowly stood up and prepared to go back to his shop.
At this moment, a steady sound of footsteps came from the end of the street, echoing continuously on the street.
When the boss who was about to enter the store heard footsteps, he slowly turned his head and looked in the direction of the sound.
Under the sun, a shadow is slowly approaching.
Of course, this is not a real shadow, but a group of people moving around. It just looks like a black shadow, exuding a somewhat palpitating aura.
They all wore black cloaks, covering their faces, and the black armor they wore underneath could be faintly seen while walking.
The residents of Snowman City are all very familiar with this style of armor, because it is the standard equipment of the Demon Clan, and it is very powerful and domineering.
Compared with ordinary Holy Dragon City warriors, these people appearing in front of them are obviously higher-level existences!
The demons outside the world call him lord, and the indigenous monks are more accustomed to calling him "holy" or demigod!
If you pick any one of them at random, they all possess considerable strength and can definitely dominate the mainland.
But in Holy Dragon City, they are just one of thousands of warriors, following the legion to fight in all directions!
The residents on the street felt a little strange about the sudden appearance of these Holy Dragon City monks, but no one dared to take the initiative to ask, and just watched silently.
The street was not long, and it didn't take long for these Holy Dragon City monks to walk to a shop and slowly stop.
This shop is exactly the one where business is average on weekdays, and can even be said to be quite deserted.
"What do these Holy Dragon City monks want to do?"
The onlookers all had this thought in their minds, wanting to see what would happen next.
The owner of this shop, an old and stooped old man who always had a smile on his face, turned his head and squinted at the Holy Dragon City monk standing at the door of his house.
"Everyone, I don't know what you want to buy. Did you go to the wrong door?"
Even when facing powerful lord masters, this old man who looked just like an ordinary person had no trace of nervousness on his face, and his tone was no different from usual.
But in the eyes of others, this is the biggest difference, the difference from ordinary people!
If an ordinary person were in the position of a shop owner, facing these powerful lords of Holy Dragon City, he would be at a loss and his tone would not be so calm.
Neighbors who claimed to be familiar with the shop owner in the past suddenly felt that they were strangers to each other, as if they no longer knew each other!
A gust of wind blew from nowhere, and the hood of the leading lord of Holy Dragon City rolled up, revealing the face of a young man.
This is a resolute face, with slender eyebrows reaching into the temples, cold and firm eyes, and a strange grayish-white hair tied into a ponytail.
He looked up at the shop owner, with a faint smile on his lips, and said in a hoarse voice: "When you come here, of course you want to buy something!"
"But I have a very high vision, and ordinary things can't get into my eyes!"
When the shop owner heard this, he nodded slightly and made a sideways gesture to invite in.
The leading monk from Holy Dragon City nodded and walked into the shop under the gaze of onlookers.
A total of five people entered the shop, and the remaining lord monks were standing outside, looking at the crowd of onlookers around them indifferently.
Under their sharp eyes, the onlookers retreated or hid to observe secretly.
In the shop, the leader of the lord of Holy Dragon City took off his hat and revealed his true face. He was clearly the Qianlong who was leading the monk team.
It's just that his temperament has changed greatly compared to the past. He seems to be more calm, there is a lot more evil between his eyebrows, and his hair has turned a rare snow white.
After taking a look at the store's furnishings, Qianlong turned his head and looked at the store owner who was still smiling.
"Young people don't tell secrets. The purpose of my coming here this time is to make a deal with the person behind you!"
Hearing Qianlong's words, the shop owner nodded and said in a calm tone: "Since you can find this place, there is no point in hiding it, so please tell me your request and let's talk about whether it can be completed.
transaction.
Your status is not ordinary, I'm worried that I don't have such a big appetite!"
Qianlong nodded, picked up a statue of a god from the store shelf, and shook it twice with his hands.
"I want to know the entrance to His little world and the specific method to enter!"
The shop owner looked at the statue in Qianlong's hand, with a glimmer of light in his eyes, and then a wry smile.
"Your request is beyond my capabilities. I'm afraid I will disappoint you!"
The shop owner shook his head, showing a helpless expression.
Qianlong smiled coldly when he heard this, walked up to the shop owner, and said in a calm tone: "As a believer of the God of Destruction and Alduin's envoy in Tamriel, you actually told me that you couldn't do this.
matter!
It seems that you are very incompetent. Do you want me to help your master clean up his house and replace him with a more competent servant?"
A faint murderous aura emanated from Qianlong's body, causing cold sweat to break out on the shop owner's forehead.
He had no doubt about what the young man in front of him said. If he dared to refuse, the other party would definitely kill him without hesitation!
After the shop owner heard this, the bitter smile on his face became more intense. He lowered his head and pondered for a while, then raised his head and said to Qianlong: "I can try to communicate with the owner. As for whether I can get a response, I will
I don’t know either.”
Qianlong nodded, indicating that the other party was free to do so.
The shop owner took a deep breath, walked to the counter, and pulled out a metal statue of a god from a hidden corner, shaped like a giant dragon.
This is the god that the shop owner believes in, the world devourer whose mission is to destroy this world, the indigenous god Alduin!