"Go and find those humans!"

At the command of Zarath, the three thousand warriors and Chen Feng rushed out. The wildebeests ran as fast as the wind and had long endurance. They were naturally suitable for training as war horses. Thousands of them rode wildebeests on the grassland. After about half an hour, they arrived at the Valley of Wind mentioned by Sakh.

The so-called Wind Valley is a canyon formed by a large natural crack on the grassland. I don’t know how long it is, extending all the way to the distance. Zaratho did not hesitate and led his people to go directly into the Wind Valley along a downward entrance.

“Huhu…”

The wind is howling in the canyon, and the sound of the wind is like a wild beast roaring in the distance. No wonder this place is called the Valley of Wind. The unique terrain will cause the wind to be strong in the canyon. If you stay here at night, the timid people will be scared to death.

They walked along the canyon and soon arrived at the site where Sak mentioned. They could see dozens of corpses on the ground, all of which were from grassland elves, and there were many traces of battle around them. It can be imagined that a hard battle had occurred here before.

Of course, hard battles are compared to grassland elves, because their opponents are much stronger than them, which can be seen from the fact that a human corpse on the ground is invisible.

"Damn...Damn..."

Seeing the body of his companion, Zaratu was extremely angry, and at the same time he was even more worried about his son Garulu. Judging from the methods of these people, these were a group of fierce people who did not regard their lives as their lives, otherwise they would not have kept a single living.

After walking along the battlefield, they saw the altar in Sak's mouth. Now they could only see some traces. It was thought that those humans knew that they had not completely silenced them, so they ran away and destroyed the altar in order to keep it secret.

“Galuru…Galuru…”

No trace of Garuru was found, and Zaratu shouted his son's name loudly. In the canyon, the shouting would be amplified, forming countless echoes that extend far away.

Chen Feng's spiritual sense moved and no living person was found within the scope of his spiritual sense exploration. Obviously, whether it was Zaratu's son Garulu or the humans who killed the grassland elves, they were already far away.

"How about willow leaves?" Chen Feng turned his head and asked the willow leaves. Sometimes the willow leaves can use some plants to extend the exploration of spiritual consciousness to faraway places. Although it may not be stronger than Chen Feng, sometimes some things that Chen Feng did not find.

Liu Ye shook his head and said, "No one can be found."

At this time, the grassland elves had already dispersed into more than a dozen teams, and began to search for the whereabouts of Garulu along the complex passage of the Valley of Wind. Chen Feng walked over and said to Zaratu: "Captain Zaratu, we can search through the air. I believe that if you have good luck, you will find your son."

"Thank you, my friend, please give me." Zaratu was very grateful, but he didn't have time to say more to Chen Feng. He also wanted to join the search team, so that he could increase the chance of finding Garulu. Garulu was his only son. If there was any danger... Zaratu couldn't even think about it.

Chen Feng, Zaratu and others separated and took out the cloud boat again. He, Liu Ye and Ula climbed the cloud boat and flew into the sky. Looking from the sky to the ground, the entire Wind Valley was like a large tangled mess, with countless branches extending to all directions, and there was no end to see.

"This canyon... has so many forks, varying depths and complex terrain. If you want to find a child here who doesn't know where he is, hey... it's just looking for a needle in a haystack." Ula looked at the Wind Valley below and smacked her lips.

"Do your best and leave your fate." Chen Feng also agreed with Ula's statement. Although they promised to help, the terrain of the Wind Valley was too complicated, and even he didn't think that luck would be so good that he could find Garulu.

The terrain of the Valley of Wind is very deep, and the shallowest place is dozens of meters high. Obviously, a twelve-year-old child cannot climb up with his own ability. In other words, once this search is fruitless, Garulu can basically be sentenced to death.

Chen Feng and the others came to help, and they had just made a temporary decision. In fact, they had just met Zaratu, and they had never even met each other. If they really couldn't find it, they could only say that this child had such a disaster. As for them, just do their best.

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A team of men in black robes were walking through the Valley of Wind. Occasionally the wind lifted a corner of their black robes. You could see the silver-white armor and pure white lining below. The two men in the head, one holding a long staff and the other holding a knight's sword.

"Sayer, is there any other way?" asked the man holding the knight's sword, judging the surrounding terrain and direction, but in the end he could only give up. The terrain of the Valley of Wind could surround the old horse in Zhitu to death. He had to admit that they seemed to be lost.

"Milles, you know, that node has been strictly calculated and cannot be changed." The black robe's hood slightly raised and exposed the face of a middle-aged man, with light blue eyes, which seemed extremely quiet, but there was a little irritability in his eyes.

“When… when…”

"Damn...Damn...Damn't the prairie elves..."

Mills suddenly angrily cut at the surrounding rock walls with his long sword. Even if he did not use the power in his body, his physical strength alone would cut the surrounding rock walls to splash at any time. In the violent movements, the black robe hood slid down, revealing a young face, blonde hair and blue eyes, and extremely handsome.

Sawyer looked at Mills. Although he was hailed as the most talented Paladin of the younger generation, he was too young after all. He might not lack passion, talent and courage, but he lacked calmness, thinking and experience.

Originally, the task this time was very important. He did not intend to take Mills, a young man who was somewhat impulsive. However, the Cardinal ordered to let Mills experience it, because the Pope was very optimistic about Mills, and the Archbishop had no choice but to obey his orders.

"Mills, calm down. Although the mission cannot be completed for the time being, the Holy Spirit Ball is still in our hands, right?" Sawyer said.

"Holy Spirit Ball?" Hearing Mills mention this thing, he couldn't help but take out the Holy Spirit Ball in his arms. The light instantly enveloped a large area around him. The so-called Holy Spirit Ball is really a ball, a hollowed-out sphere made of unknown metal, like a honeycomb, with a round crystal inside, constantly shining towards the outside.

Mills injected the power from his body into the Holy Spirit Ball. The crystals in the metal ball seemed to come alive and began to spin at high speed, making a buzzing sound, and the light emitted was brighter.

Even though it was not the first time that Mills saw this kind of light, he was still so intoxicated. He found that every time he carefully looked at the Holy Spirit Ball, he seemed to be able to listen to the guidance of the gods. He didn't know whether this was an illusion or whether this Holy Spirit Ball was really an amazing treasure.

"Sayer, I have never heard of what this Holy Spirit Ball is before, and... what is our mission, why should we bury this thing?" Mills asked curiously.

Sawyer's face changed, and then his tone became a little serious, and he said, "Milles, don't ask for things that shouldn't be asked. I don't know if I tell you the truth. It's just that this is a task assigned by the Pope himself. It must be completed no matter what. Also... put away the Holy Spirit Ball quickly, this thing cannot be lost."

Mills curled his lips and seemed a little indifferent, but he immediately put the Holy Spirit Ball back into his arms, and the surroundings fell into darkness again. Sawyer breathed a sigh of relief. If he had a choice, he really didn't want to bring such a troublemaker.

"Sayer, you should have listened to me before. The grassland elves tribe should have killed all of them. They are too close to the place where we were carrying out the mission and are easily discovered by them." Mills still seemed very angry when talking about the grassland elves.

"Milles, this is the territory of the grassland elves. Even if we are the ones we must act carefully, no race that can survive from ancient times should be underestimated. Besides... if it weren't for your troubles and attracting their attention, our mission would have been completed long ago." When Sawyer mentioned this, he was so angry that he brought this kid to carry out the mission. Who would have thought that he was wandering around and accidentally discovered by a group of grassland elves.

This is also because the place is desolate. Even if there are grassland elves, it is not a big tribe. So he relaxed his vigilance and did not find anyone around him in advance to observe them. He had no choice but to kill someone to silence him.

Something happened when they started, and a grassland elf escaped. They had to destroy the altar immediately and take out the Holy Spirit Ball. As for the mission... they had to wait until the limelight passed before they could execute it.

"Hmm? What's that sound?" Mills suddenly held his breath and listened with his ears. The terrain inside the Valley of Wind was extremely complex. Places like this would limit the use of spiritual consciousness. On the contrary, here, because of the narrow terrain and the strong wind, sometimes the sound would be sent by the wind to far away places.

When Sawyer heard Mills' words, he listened carefully. Soon he realized that what came from the wind was indeed like a human voice.

"Dad...Dad..."
Chapter completed!