In the depths of the valley of the Great Valley, on a sandy ground, stood a strange "minaret" that exuded a dark metallic sheen and pierced the sky.

The top of this "minaret" is very narrow, dozens of meters down, although the volume is gradually expanding, but the expansion is still relatively normal. However, by the time it reaches the middle of the "Spire", its entire size has skyrocketed. As if at this point, an invisible giant hammer hit the bottom of the minaret and smashed the entire lower part of the "minaret" into a flat shape, thus forming an irregularly shaped "iron house" covering an area of nearly ten square kilometers.

This "minaret" and this "iron house" are hidden in the valley of the Great Valley, which is coveted by many people.

At this moment, at the entrance of this divine cemetery, a total of six people dressed in bright yellow uniforms, all of whom looked to be some years old, were sitting around casually, talking softly.

This group of people is none other than one of the most elite squads of the Canglong Inquisition, the most powerful force organization of the Warcraft Association. This team is well-known in the Beast God Continent, and everyone knows it. But their actions, at least on the surface, are very low-key, quietly advancing, discussing softly, and doing things silently.

When these people of all ages are uncles and uncles sitting together, half-squatting and caged their sleeves and discussing softly, you won't believe that they will be a terrible team that has been crisscrossing the Beast God Continent for decades, with countless blood on their hands, and making countless people talk about it, only when they are a group of farmers who are full and bored and sit at the entrance of the village chatting and basking in the sun.

But it was this group of half-old men who looked like farmers, just now, in less than half a minute, they easily wiped out a small team of disciples of the Guiyun Sect. This group of people can be regarded as the elite disciples of the Guiyun Sect, and in terms of strength, they are far stronger than the few Cangyue Palace disciples encountered by He Zhiyuan and the others, and the number of them is as many as a dozen. But in front of this group of half-old men, almost just a face, the whole army was wiped out.

The so-called elite disciples of the three major forces, in front of this group of half-old men, are just a joke.

"Those people of the so-called three major forces, although they are not to be worried, but if they are allowed to affect our affairs, it is not good...... I mean, it's better to fight a few battles, kill a few hundred people, and let them retreat. In the crowd of people sitting around, a half-old man with a ruddy face but gray hair on his sideburns said softly to everyone, as if he was discussing with everyone why his crops were all wilted.

"I can't see it...... I had a gut feeling that this time these three groups were menacing, and they were very determined to make us dumplings. This is a matter of completely tearing up the face with our Warcraft Master Association, so it must be your life and death, unless you kill them all, otherwise they will definitely not retreat. What I mean is that we don't care about them, we just have to do our thing, and if someone wants to get in the way, just clean it up. A middle-aged man with deep forehead lines on his forehead said hoarsely.

"They don't have to be that bold......"

"Rabbits can bite people when they are in a hurry, let alone such a large group of people?"

"I don't know who leaked the news and let these three groups block us. ”

"It's blocked, it's blocked, there's nothing to be afraid of, just kill it all. The question is what we should do first and then what we do, we have to come up with a charter. ”

"Yes, yes, Lao Cao is right......"

"Alas, when you get older, you're afraid of trouble. I think it's easiest for us to do it, and it's not a good idea to procrastinate. Just kill a few more people, if one hundred is not enough, two hundred, if two hundred is not enough, five hundred, those people will always know to be afraid. It won't take much time anyway......"

These half-old men talk about each other, and although they are full of people, they do not seem to be very noisy at all, because everyone else listens quietly when they speak, and it is not until the man finishes speaking that someone will say the next word.

Even when they were talking, there was a certain tacit understanding that pleased the viewer.

And although the content of the conversation was brutal, the atmosphere of the conversation was always relaxed, like a farmer talking about the weather and the harvest. All the cruelty has been condensed into a kind of calmness. For this group, killing people may be no different from cutting wheat.

After the babbling, everyone fell silent and turned their eyes to the tall, thin and gloomy old man sitting in the middle.

Just now, in the small talk, everyone has already expressed their opinions, and in the end, it is natural to wait for the old age to come up with an idea. No matter what decisions are finally made in old age, these people will carry it out to the letter.

The old man looked up at the "spire" of the swarthy divine cemetery, and seemed to be a little out of the world. After a while, he seemed to suddenly wake up, and asked softly, "That kid...... How's it going?"

Immediately, the figure of a burly man who appeared to be the youngest in the crowd disappeared as if teleporting, and the next moment, he had already returned with a person.

The man he was carrying was a young man, pale and covered in horror, apparently the marks of the fierce battle. However, although he looks embarrassed, he can still see that this young man is extremely handsome and even handsome, and his temperament is also very noble, and he is obviously a guy with a good background.

The burly man threw the young man to the ground, causing the young man to cry out in pain. But the cry of pain was only half uttered, and the young man forced it back. Then the young man looked up at the old man.

The young man who showed his full face was none other than Yu Fenglie of the Yu family in the imperial capital!

"You say...... Feng Xin was kidnapped by an adventurer named He Zhiyuan?" After a moment of silence, the old man asked Yu Fenglie slowly.

Yu Fenglie smiled bitterly and said: "Yes, the junior is incompetent and failed to protect ......"

"Whether you are incompetent or not, I will give you a chance to prove it. The old man interrupted Yu Fenglie with a wave of his hand, and then called out to the crowd around him, "Black wind, oil, knife." Immediately, the burly relatively young man, the ruddy-faced half-old man, and the middle-aged man with deep tattoos on his forehead, the three of them stood up and looked at the old man.

The old man pointed to the burly man: "Black wind, good at frontal attack." Pointing to the ruddy-faced half-old man again, "Youzi, good at sneak attacks and assassinations." The middle-aged man with a deep forehead tattoo on the last finger, "The knife, good at containment and cooperation." ”

In the end, the old man said to Yu Fenglie: "I heard that you have a good brain...... These three are my most capable men, and now I am putting them under your command, and you are going to do two things for me. First, let the flies of the so-called three major factions no longer be able to disturb us in our business. Second, let Feng Xin return to me unscathed. ”

Looking directly into Yu Fenglie's eyes, the old man narrowed his eyes: "I don't care what method you use, you must complete the task I assigned." As a bonus, you can ask three of my men to help you do whatever you want after completing the mission. But if you don't show what you're supposed to be...... I'll have them come to me with your head, understand?"