A splendid guild headquarters.

In the conference room on the second floor, the high-level of the guild gathered.

In the middle of the table was the mysterious note that appeared on the city wall.

A shadow floated on everyone's face, and there was a solemn aura in the air, as heavy as if it had been injected with lead water.

The first seat was empty, but no one dared to sit there.

Because it was the seat of Francis Clarke, the god of the guild, no one dared to do anything transgressive, unless he didn't want to do it.

Guild leader Zaro opened the door and walked in, instantly attracting everyone's attention, Zaro sat in the second seat, took a deep breath and said, "Lord God is not going to ask about this matter, what do you think about this matter?" ”

Zaro stared at the note on the table, his heart swelled with turbulence, his complicated feelings still can't be calmed down, he can actually kill more than 400 adventurers in 2 days?

It's incredible to think about it, who is so powerful? There is no such strong person in the Eulari Continent now, and they went to Ketuo Rain to support the elimination of the goblins, how can the letter say that the entire army has been wiped out? Could it be that this goblin invasion was deliberately done?? It was terrible, and Zaro's imaginary conclusions startled him.

Zaro watched the note grow distracted, and countless questions swept over his mind, filling all his ventricles.

Who sent this note back? Witnesses to the soldiers guarding the city said that a snake-like creature flew above the city walls and then disappeared and dropped this note?

Someone saw that the snake-like creature emitted a brilliant light, and then it dissipated, turning into a ball of magical light, and the note was passed down.

This method is obviously the method of the Magus, and in ancient records, the previous Magi did not need to use Rob to transmit messages between them, and they invented a magic method for magical creatures to transmit messages. This magic has been loved by a large number of magicians as soon as it was born, and it has spread rapidly, but this magic also has a threshold, that is, it requires fine control of magic power. Most magicians simply can't meet this requirement, and only a small number of genius magicians can use it.

But is there anyone in this group of adventurers who can use such fine magic? It's impossible, to be able to use magic to create a creature and use it to transmit messages, this method is amazing, even he has never heard of any Magus in Olari who can use it, of course, there are Magisters who can use it but it is understandable.

Thinking of this, Zaro suddenly thought of a man,

"Habakak, you go to the Loki clan to see if Riveria is there."

"Yes."

A man was commanded to get up and leave.

Zaro looked at Habakak's departing figure and thought, "Whoever can perform this magic in Euler, I only want to do Rivelia, after all, Rivelia is known as the youngest magister in Orali." Amazingly talented, and a princess of the elven clan, maybe she knows something. ”

Putting this question behind him for the time being, Zaro began to think about the goblin invasion of Keto Rain, which had been peaceful for hundreds of years, and was suddenly invaded by more than 1,000 goblins out of nowhere, compared to the devastating blow that had already been encountered, leaving only an unknown number of survivors, but so many days have passed, it must not last long, right? Even if they were hiding somewhere, but without food and water, they wouldn't be able to hold out for long.

There is no one behind this matter to manipulate, and he doesn't believe it when he kills Zaro, if no one stirs the muddy waters behind his back, he will chop off his Zaro's head on the spot, and he will do what he says.

The crazy act of being able to call up thousands of goblins and invade Keto Rain suddenly flashed in Zaro's mind.

Could it be them?

Zaro's heart suddenly remembered the dark organization that was causing trouble, doing all kinds of evil, and full of evil, that's right! Zaro's eyes lit up, only Ivelos had this strength, and only they were so desperate that they could make such a move. I just don't know what their purpose is? Remember that after the last incident disappeared, Ivalos had not appeared in front of the world for several years, and after a few years of dissipation, and now he has popped up again, is there any conspiracy planned?

Lord God is not ready to ask about this matter, that is to say, this matter can be big or small, the key is to see how to deal with it, is Lord God not very satisfied with the people of the guild? I don't have to be careful with this this time......

"President Zaro, I have just sent a team of spies to Ketuoyu to find out the authenticity of the information."

It was a medium man who spoke, wearing a white felt hat, covering his forehead, leaving only a pair of small eyes, and the fine light that appeared from time to time in his eyes looked a little thief-eyed.

He continued, "The situation is unclear now, President Zaro, and I suggest that we wait for the news to come back and we will proceed to the next step. "He was cautious and careful.

Before Zaro could speak, a dark-skinned, thirty-year-old, tall man with thick eyebrows and big eyes said across from the man: "I object, although it is written on this note that more than 400 adventurers have been wiped out, but there are still survivors of Keto Rain who are still waiting for our rescue in the city, many of our residents of Olali have moved from Keto Yu, if you give up on them, it will definitely make the people in the city feel cold!"

Moreover, I feel very sorry for the annihilation of these more than 400 people, but I have to say that these more than 400 people are just ordinary adventurers, and their strength itself is uneven.

Even I could easily wipe them out in two days. I suggest that you immediately contact the gods of each clan and ask them to gather their subordinates to come to their aid. After all, the adventurers of the various clans are much better than those wine bags and rice bags. ”

The swarthy man had a square face, and his voice was upright and loud. The righteousness on his face seemed to be about to break through the sky, but he didn't expect to hear a sneer from the other side.

burst

The swarthy man Truman glared at the sneering man and yelled, "Powell, what are you laughing at??! ”

Powell didn't care about Truman's angry glare, and said disdainfully: "Hehe, Truman, you are really getting more and more brainless, have you forgotten the tragedy on the seventeenth floor of the dungeon?" ”

"I didn't figure out anything at the time, and you were the happiest in making support, but what happened?"

Powell sneered, "As a result, everyone was ambushed and almost all the troops were wiped out!" ”

"It's all—" Truman was blushed by Powell's words, and his blood rushed to his brain, and he was about to refute but was interrupted by Powell.

"Now, these adventurers are going to Keto Rain to help destroy the goblins, a group of imbecile creatures in the goblins, you don't think the goblins can wipe out all these four hundred adventurers, right?"

"If it was the goblin's move, at least it wouldn't be wiped out, and there would definitely be a few people who escaped and ascended to heaven, but do you see anyone coming back now?"

"To be able to wipe out all these people, at least the goblins know how to lay an ambush and surround these four hundred people and kill them all, but unfortunately I don't believe that the goblins will be so smart."

"A strong person passing by saw that they were not pleasing to the eye and killed them all, this probability is very small, the only one may be the culprit behind this matter!"

"I guess it's ———— Ivelos!"

Powell's little eyes under his felt hat sparkled and he said excitedly.

The others listened to Powell's speculation, and their originally puzzled faces suddenly realized.

Zaro nodded secretly, this Powell wanted to go with him, after all, this goblin invasion was extremely weird, and he knew that he was studying it when he was in the last group of organizations. I sent it over in such a hurry, but I didn't expect it to be wiped out. Zaro sighed.

As he spoke, Powell glanced at Truman, who had come to his senses, and a hint of coldness appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"If you really don't have a brain, you can go to the jungles of Uganda and play sumo wrestling with mountain gorillas, and you may be able to clear your mind under that violent slap slap!"

Powell's cold voice did not rise or fall at all, and his cold eyes did not feel warm at all, as if a knife had been stabbed into Truman's heart.

Truman's face was red at what Powell said, and his two big ears like Maitreya Buddha were red and bloody, and he said angrily: "Shut up, Powell, do you want to be beaten?" ”

Truman stood up abruptly, slapped his hands on the table, and stared at Powell viciously, if his eyes could kill a person, Powell would probably have been eaten alive by a thousand knives.

Powell also quickly stood up from his chair, stared at Truman's angry eyes without showing weakness, and said, "Come on, you trash, I've seen you unhappy!" ”

"Come on, come! I've been upset with you for a long time! ”

Truman's hand pushed Powell on his left shoulder, because Truman's profession was a warrior, and all his arm strength was very amazing, as a magister, Powell was suddenly pushed by Truman, and felt several eyes focused on him, Powell seemed to be a little unable to hold his face.

"Damn, I think you're trying to taste my magic."

Powell quickly straightened the somewhat messy clothes on his left shoulder, and was ready to sing,

"O Almighty King of the Winds, O Eloke the Ultramarine, the Great King, who knows the principles of atmospheric flow! My great ally, follow the sacred covenant of blood, answer my call and become my power! ”

Uh-huh drink!

As soon as Powell's words fell, a fierce wind suddenly surged in the conference room, and several blades as sharp as knives instantly appeared behind Powell.

Go!

Powell let out a low snort, and with a wave of his right hand, the wind blade flew towards the standing Truman.

Several people sitting next to Truman hurriedly moved to the side.

Damn, if you eat a melon and get hurt by mistake, then you have nothing to say.

Truman, who had been on guard for a long time, shouted angrily, and a layer of brilliant golden light appeared on the sandbag-sized fist, only to see him swing a punch at the wind blade that rushed towards him.

Powell knew the skills of his old rival Truman, and he had already guessed that he would definitely use this move to fight back, he sneered, I knew that you would use this trick to resist, I deliberately added something else, I see how you make a fool of yourself!

Yes, Powell didn't plan to fight Truman to the death, he just couldn't stand this simple-minded colleague with developed limbs, and this time he must be given a taste of losing his foreign appearance.

The wind blade was extremely fast, spinning as if there was something else in it, and flew towards Truman, who was swinging his fist, and it was about to collide.