At the end of a remote street in Snowy City, there is a nondescript looking shop.

There are very few customers coming in and out of the place every day, so it can be said that most of the day, it is in a state of leisure.

Even if you come by chance, you can come in and leave, but anyone who stays for a long time is dressed up in a mysterious way.

The owner of the shop never seemed to worry about business, greeting customers when there were customers, sitting at the door when there were no customers, either chatting with his neighbors or staring at the sky in a daze.

Today, as usual, the owner of the shop opened the door of the store early, cleaned the garbage at the door, and sat at the door to watch.

It seemed that it was quite a pleasure for him to look at the passers-by.

Time passed little by little, and when the sunlight finally spilled onto this remote street, the originally somewhat gloomy and cold atmosphere was quickly dispelled.

The shop, which had been sitting at the door for a long time, slowly stood up and prepared to return to his shop.

At this moment, a steady footstep came from the end of the street, echoing through the street.

The owner, who was about to enter the store, heard the footsteps and slowly turned his head to look in the direction from which the sound came.

Under the sun, a shadow is slowly approaching.

Of course, this is not really a shadow, but the figure of a group of people when they move, but it looks like a black shadow, exuding a somewhat palpitating atmosphere.

All of them wore black cloaks that covered their faces, and the black armor worn inside could be faintly seen as they walked.

For this style of battle armor, the residents of Xueman City are very familiar with it, because this is the standard equipment of the Outer Heaven Demon Clan, and it is very powerful and domineering.

Compared to ordinary Holy Dragon City warriors, these people who appeared in front of them were obviously higher-level existences!

The Outer Demons call it a lord, and the indigenous monks are more accustomed to calling it a "saint" or demigod!

Pick any one of them, all of them have quite strong strength, and they can definitely dominate the mainland.

But in the Holy Dragon City, they are only one of thousands of warriors, following the legion to fight in all directions!

For these monks of Holy Dragon City who suddenly appeared, the residents on the street felt a little strange, but no one dared to take the initiative to ask, just silently watched coldly.

The street wasn't long, and it didn't take long for these Holy Dragon City monks to walk up to a shop and slowly stop.

This shop is the one that has average business on weekdays, and it can even be said to be quite deserted.

"What do these Holy Dragon City monks want to do?"

In the hearts of the onlookers, Qi Qi had such a thought, wanting to see what would happen next.

The owner of this shop, an old man who was old and stiff but always had a smile on his face, was turning his head and squinting at the Holy Dragon City monk standing at the door of his house.

"Guys, I don't know what you want to buy, did you go to the wrong door?"

Even in the face of a powerful lord master, this old man who looked no different from ordinary people did not have a trace of nervousness on his face, and his tone was no different from that of ordinary days.

But in the eyes of others, this is the biggest difference, the difference from ordinary people!

If an ordinary person is in the position of a shop owner, he will become helpless in the face of these powerful Holy Dragon City Lords, and his tone will not be so calm.

Those neighbors who boasted that they were familiar with the shopkeeper in the past suddenly felt very strange to each other, as if they didn't know each other anymore!

A gust of wind blew from nowhere, and the hood of the first Holy Dragon City Lord was rolled, revealing a young man's face.

It was a resolute face, with slender eyebrows and sideburns, cold and firm eyes, and long hair tied into a ponytail with an eerie white color.

He looked up at the shopkeeper, a faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and said in a voice with a hint of hoarseness: "When I came here, I naturally wanted to buy something!" ”

"But my vision is very high, and ordinary things can't get into my eyes!"

Hearing this, the shopkeeper nodded lightly and made a gesture sideways to invite in.

The leader of the Holy Dragon City monk nodded, and under the gaze of the onlookers, he stepped into the shop.

There were a total of five people who entered the shop, and the rest of the lord monks were all guarding outside, indifferently looking at the crowd of onlookers around them.

Under their piercing gaze, the onlookers retreated or hid to observe secretly.

In the shop, the lord of the Holy Dragon City, who was the leader, took off his hat and revealed his true face, and it was the Qianlong who led 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 energy between his eyebrows, and his hair has become a rare snow-white.

Glancing at the store's furnishings, Qianlong turned his head and looked at the shopkeeper who was still smiling.

"Mingren doesn't say dark words, the purpose of my coming this time is to make a deal with the one behind you!"

Hearing Qianlong's words, the shopkeeper nodded, and said in a light tone: "Since Your Excellency can find here, then there is no point in me hiding it, so please also say your request, and then talk about whether this transaction can be completed."

You're not ordinary, and I'm afraid I don't have that much appetite! ”

Qianlong nodded, picked up a statue of a god from the store's shelf, and tapped it twice with his hand.

"I want to know the entrance to His little world, and how to get there!"

The shopkeeper looked at the statue in Qianlong's hand, his eyes showed a gleam, and then a wry smile.

"Your demands are beyond my ability, I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you!"

The shopkeeper shook his head, an expression of impotence.

Hearing this, Qianlong smiled coldly, walked up to the shopkeeper, and said in a faint tone: "As a believer in the God of Destruction, Alduin's messenger in Tamriel, you even told me that you couldn't do this!"

It seems that you are very incompetent, do you want me to help your master clean the door and replace it with a more competent servant? ”

A faint murderous aura emanated from Qianlong's body, causing cold sweat to seep faintly from the shopkeeper's forehead.

He had no doubts about the words of the young man in front of him, if he dared to refuse, the other party would definitely kill him without hesitation!

After hearing this, the wry smile on the shopkeeper's face became even stronger, he lowered his head and pondered for a while, then looked up at Qianlong and said, "I can try to communicate with the master, as for whether I can get a response, I don't know myself." ”

Qianlong nodded, signaling the other party to be casual.

The shopkeeper took a deep breath and walked inside the counter, where a metal statue resembled a dragon emerged from a hidden corner.

This is the god that the shopkeeper believes in, the devourer of the world who is on a mission to destroy this world, the indigenous god Alduin!