A delicate and gorgeous octagonal pavilion is built on the narrow sea of ​​Dafeng Bay, where you can see the magnificent sea surface from here.

But at this moment, the afternoon sun was blocked by heavy lead-gray clouds, and the sea and sky junction in the distance became a little blurred. The sea breeze mixed with fishy and salty and humid air blew over, and it seemed that a storm was coming.

A young man in Dashun ancient uniform walked into the pavilion. His long hair was tied with a bun and a jade hairpin. His clothes were constantly being stimulated by the wind. Behind him, there were security personnel standing far away, and everyone had the emblem of the original company on his seal.

He looked at the sea for a while and a message came from the Bianpu: "Sir, the information has been set up, and it can only ensure a stable call of three minutes."

The young man said, "Check in."

After a while, a noisy sound appeared on his realm. After a few seconds, it became clearer. A deep voice came from it, "Mr. Gao."

The young man said, "Sir Xiang, I have received clear news here. I have left the visiting delegation and am rushing to a holy place of the people of Chuzhi. How are you preparing? When will you do it?"

Mr. Xiang said: "Mr. Gao, I am accompanying my boss to negotiate with the Dashun visiting delegation on the East Coast, but now I can't get away.

and-"

"And what?"

Mr. Xiang said, "The boss seems to know something, and I don't recommend taking action at this time."

The young man couldn't help but sternly, "Are you sure?"

Mr. Xiang said, "It's just that I personally feel this way."

The young man walked forward a few steps and walked out of the pavilion and stood on the edge of the cliff. He looked at the surging sea water below and the waves shattered on the reef. He was silent for a while and said in a nearly cold voice: "I hope you can get rid of him as soon as possible. No matter what method you use, I can give you what you want."

After hearing what he said, Mr. Xiang seemed to be thinking about something. After a while, when the communication time was about to end, he said, "Mr. Gao, I understand, please wait for the news."

At this moment, the communications and communications within the headquarters of the West Bank Confidential Operations Agency are extremely active, and telegrams are being communicated with local central cities at every moment, the most involved location is Atahoka.

Since the Protoss Throat is very important, the Operations Department has held several consecutive meetings for this purpose, and finally sent the Director-General's First Assistant Jonas Calloway to handle and be responsible for the matter.

In past experience, the holy places of the people of the Chuzhi people often treasure ancient alienated plants, including rare varieties left over thousands of years ago, and have extremely high research value.

The people of Chuzhi have a unique and superb cultivation method. Some of the plants have powerful divine power. Research has proved that the people of Chuzhi believe in all spirits, and some of the original bodies are these plants.

Of course, these are just the tip of the iceberg. Judging from past experience, the value of some important treasures in the holy land of the First People is often beyond imagination, not to mention that the throat of the Astral Spirit was once one of the most important holy lands of the First People.

A flight to Atahoka Island was flying urgently, and Jonas Calloway looked at the field screen in front of him.

He quickly and concisely exchanged information with local intelligence team members.

Then he looked to one side, and there was a strong young man wearing black-framed glasses on the screen. He asked, "Gaz,

How are you there?"

The young man responded: "The Master Baishi, who thought to have been flowing south with the third hunting group, should have arrived in the green field now."

"not enough!"

Calloway speaks fast and powerfully, and likes to stare at the other person when speaking, which gives people a great sense of oppression.

"This time, there is a fighter at the level of the Secret Hall in Dashun. I have known him. This man has created miracles many times."

He picked up a document, "There is another document here that he has evaluated. Before he became a fighter, he had the fighting ability of the world's first-tier team."

He glanced at everyone on the screen, "I want to make sure I succeed." He said, "Gentlemen, the headquarters has high expectations for this operation. As contacts for branches in various continents, I hope you can play your role as well as possible."

The young man said at this time: "Sir, the Iron Crow should have arrived, but his authority is very high, and we don't know his whereabouts now."

Calloway said, "I've contacted him, but-" He shook his head and said, "It's not enough."

At this time, the assistant staff around him came over and whispered, and he temporarily stopped contacting the field.

The assistant said: "Sir, the Giant God Plant Company has contacted us. They are holding a board meeting and will give us a reply in two hours at the latest."

Calloway looked at the watch and quickly said, "Wait for them for two hours."

He opened the screen and continued the meeting. Two hours later, Calloway received a document that the fighters of the Secret Temple of the Giant Corporation had already set out and would arrive in Atahoka in two days. He looked at it and put it down, "That's it."

He said to the people on the screen, "Gentlemen, the meeting is over." After nodding, he decisively turned off the screen,

Go and pour a glass of water, tell the assistant around you to send a message to Tie Ya, don’t rush to do it, “Just pay attention to their movements at any time.”

"Okay, sir."

On the other side, Chen Chuan and his group left the hotel at around 3 a.m. and drove towards the Yinsha Mountains to the west.

After several hours, they arrived above a small town. Because there was no road below, he changed to the horses he had already booked and brought supplies to the carriage.

These implanted horses are physically energetic and good at dealing with mountain and steep terrain, and are the best partners in the wild.

Each of the team prepared two horses to ride alternately to ensure a certain speed of progress.

After they were ready, everyone continued to set off on the road. It was not long before dawn. The sun had not yet risen to the top of their heads. The coolness of the morning had not been dispelled. The soft light shone on the vast grassland. Several egrets were walking on the shallows of the wetland. When the wind blew, large patches of grass waves rose and fell, and the air was filled with the smell of soil and grass.

Awan rode a pony. As a beginner, even though he was underage, he was already an experienced rider.

At this moment, he looked at everything around him strangely, and seemed to be unable to see enough. He grew up so old and had never been so far away, not to mention that this place was the place where his ancestors lived.

He rode his horse and ran in front for a while, and then went to the rear for a while, whistling from time to time, looking very excited.

After a while, he felt a little thirsty, so he leaned into his team, took a sip of water, and looked at the Dashun security team members riding on horseback in front of him. Even he could feel the elite and murderous feeling. He wiped his arms and said unconsciously: "It would be great if Dashun could help us regain the land."

The one-eyed elder looked at him and said earnestly: "Awan, 'The eagle will not beg for wings from the wind. If a hunter relies on someone else's bow, he will never shoot his prey." What we need to do is to learn their abilities from Dashun, and then drive out those federal people with their own strength."

Tahu said: "Yes, how can you expect others to protect your home? No matter how close your friends are, they cannot sacrifice our ancestors on our behalf.

Awan nodded, and he suddenly said, "I would have loved Takoda."

Tahu snorted, revealing disgust, "Don't mention this person, the tribe raised him and gave him all the best, but he abandoned the tribe."

Although Awan didn't think Takoda was right, he also didn't think Takoda would abandon the tribe. However, the latter did not appear at the most dangerous time of the tribe, and he could not find any words to refute for the moment, so he could only sulk there.

At this moment, a sudden scream came from the front, and then he saw the one-eyed elder coming down from the horse.

He ran excitedly towards a stone pillar carved with strange creatures, then knelt down, chanting something, and worshiping it constantly.

After seeing this, Chen Chuan signaled for a moment, then stopped. He looked at it and found that it was an ancient stone pillar, which seemed to be damaged and overwhelmed.

The one-eyed elder and the Chuzhimin who came behind him all said a few words. They all showed excitement and were kneeling here. The former took out the spice bag he carried with him, poured some of the spices into the pit in front of the stone pillar, and ignited the fire. After a while, a strange fragrance of smoke floated out.

Chen Chuan suddenly felt a strange feeling that these people seemed to be connected to something at some point, and followed the guidance of the stone pillar and entered the earth.

His heart moved slightly, and this might be related to the distribution of the great ritual of the throat of the Astral Spirit. After all, in ancient times, the entire Atakoka State was considered the core area of ​​the Isutar Dynasty and the main activity area of ​​the Isutar people.

On the map he had, there was nothing else except marking a fine road. It seemed that he had done the right thing to bring these beginners together this time.

This group of new people prayed something there piously. He did not urge him, but waited patiently by the side.

After waiting for more than half an hour, the spices were completely burned to ashes, and the first-class people stood up one after another, and they gradually recovered from their emotions just now.

The one-eyed elder came to Chen Chuan in person and explained the reason to him.

This is the worship pillar set up by their ancestors. Each pillar represents the guidance of the ancestors. Sacrifice to the divine pillar can help them get closer to the location of their ancestors more conveniently. If you encounter it again on the road, I hope they can be allowed to stop and worship.

Chen Chuan expressed his understanding, and he said, "This time I am going to your ancestors' holy land. I respect your customs."

The one-eyed elder was very grateful. He thanked Chen Chuan and called the people of Chu to return to the horses, gathered in the team and continued to move forward.
Chapter completed!