Chapter 639: Free murloc

"Attacking the guild military personnel is a capital crime."
Tutu Marshmallow thought for a while, and still felt that compared to his half-hearted combat power, his head pair was more useful and could be used to deter the remaining murlocs and surrender their ruling class.
Amidst her muttering, the ring of thorns made up of twelve swords in her hand suddenly grew to the size of a kilometer, with sharp red sword aura on the edge.
It caught the surroundings of Murloc King Solankas between a few flashes of light, and quickly shrank to the inner layer. The magma field along the way collapsed layer by layer in front of it, and did not play much role.
"kill!"
The Murloc King gritted his teeth, and slammed upward with the flame spear in both hands, gathering all the remaining flame and magma power, such as a magma volcano erupting upward.
Ding!
But it was still useless, the flame spear that slashed upwards was shot again, and there was a huge gap in the amount and quality of mana between the two.
The circle of scarlet thorns continued to shrink inward, and the edge was sharp as a knife. Whether it was magma or other martial arts murlocs who dared to step forward to stop them, they were easily strangled in two.
The Murloc King wanted to run, but the Scarlet Thorns Circle followed him like a bone gangrene, and there was no possibility of escape.
"Stop! In this endless ocean, even the Storm Church and the great Storm God need us."
Seeing that he was about to die, the Murloc King became anxious and shouted to the sky: "If you blood sea immortal cultivators want to rule the seabed, it would be impossible without the assistance of my Murloc King!"
As a sanctuary, he is of course not as information-blocked as it seems on the surface. He was just watching Tutu Marshmallow before. These people didn't even have a sanctuary. He felt that he was humiliated, and his heart was angry. .
But he didn't want to, since he dared to do something, others would kill him.
Tutu Marshmallow's complexion remained unchanged, and the Legion's mana was rapidly consumed.
The circle of scarlet thorns surrounding the Murloc King was bright red, and suddenly shrank from a radius of ten meters to the size of a finger.
The madly struggling Red Turtle King's body stiffened, the aura in his eyes was lost, and the flame spear fell weakly. The body had broken into two pieces from the waist, and the rich red sword aura filled his body, killing all vitality.
A finger-sized ring of blood-colored thorns from the center of his broken waist flew back to Tutu Marshmallow, soft as jade, without a trace of blood.
The circle of scarlet thorns turned on the tip of Tutu Marshmallow's finger, and then turned into twelve flying swords and flew back to the lower-level commander of the formation, leaving only a flying sword directly under the Taoist soldiers circling around her.
She looked at the more than 30 murloc martial artists who were left looking at her with a little playfulness: "Come on? Or die, we don't mind too much."
"Meet the great sea of ​​blood cultivator!"
The remaining murlocs breathed a sigh of relief, without hesitation, kneeling on one knee to Tutu Marshmallow, throwing their weapon aside.
Murlocs are not a race that would rather die than surrender. They are used to surrendering to the stronger, without a trace of resistance.
"Yes, Not Bad."
Tutu Marshmallow recruited one of the most powerful martial artists: "Take me to your Storm Church."
"Yes, my lord."
Following the steps of this blue turtle and a cowering murloc, Tutu Marshmallow walked slowly into a relatively simple obsidian church after the palace.
It's really simple, covering an area of ​​several hundred square meters. Most of the places are carved from coral, only the central church and the idol are carved from obsidian.
Not to mention the magnificent murloc palace next to it, but it is slightly inferior to the private residences outside the palace.
This surprised her a little. From Blue Star to Ellen World, as long as it is on the site of the Storm Church, the tallest and most majestic buildings are all the churches and statues of the God of Storm, without exception.
But here is the first exception.
"Welcome all the faithful, and welcome the respected Immortal Cultivator of the Sea of ​​Blood."
The church door opened, and a martial arts murloc wearing a priest's robe bowed respectfully at the door, with his head bowed, without a trace of the crazy cry of the person who was about to destroy the idol he was serving.
Tutu Marshmallow scanned his soul, most likely it was not a disguise.
"Let’s talk about it, the storm belief in the Stone Spear Department, as well as any other beliefs, seems to be very different from the humans on the ground."
Tutu Marshmallow turned his head to look at the peak murloc of the martial artist beside him.
The other party was taken aback, and said cautiously: "My lord, the God of Storm in the Stone Spear Tribe... No, this is the belief in the false of Storm. The priests of the Church of Storm have also come to instruct many times, but nothing is left. , Most murlocs cannot understand the doctrine of the storm."
"What about other places?"
Martial Master Peak Murloc Road: "The nearby tribes are similar. If the Storm Church is too persecuted, our tribe will move to other places. The deep sea is vast and endless, and we can hide anywhere."
He couldn't help but complain about the murloc king who was already dead. You said why you should attack them first, no matter what the other party agreed.
If they are too harsh and harsh, just wait for them to run away, and they will die as they are now.
The Stone Spear Tribe lacks the Sanctuary, and it is hard to say whether it will exist in the future.
"Is it?"
Tutu Marshmallows smiled faintly, seeming to understand the hidden meaning of his words.
The murloc in the peak of the martial artist suddenly said, "My lord, it can also be changed. I heard that the murlocs near the Storm Church Big Island and the Super Big Island have all belonged to the Storm Church, and the murlocs inside have simply become Races completely different from ours, all are lunatics."
"understood."
Tutu Marshmallow was noncommittal, entered the church, and found an obsidian storm idol that was only ten meters high.
Draw the sword, chop and cut the sword.
A red sword mark appeared on the center of the storm god's eyebrows, splitting a gap from the middle of the body, turning into two petals to separate on both sides.
Before the idol fell to the ground, the red sword aura spread upward, turning it into rusty black powder.
The entire church also trembles, turning into a pile of ruins under the cover of vertical and horizontal red sword air.
The priest murloc witnessed the collapse of the place where he had lived almost his entire life, and clenched his paws, but never came out to stop him from beginning to end.
Tutu Marshmallow didn't care about his little movements.
A little bit of resentment is normal, as long as it does not actually produce action, it is not the object that must be eliminated.
She asked the murloc priest, "Are there any fanatics of the Storm God?"
Fanatics are heroes and typical morals for the Church of the Storm. They emphasize propaganda repeatedly and are easy to find.
The murloc priest said honestly: "The Stone Spear Tribe does not have one. There is one nearby Blue Iron Tribe, and the Cangbone Tribe has three. In the past, they relied on these three people to get great benefits from the Storm Church.
Tutu Marshmallow nodded and walked out: "Take me to see ordinary murlocs."
She visited and recorded, not as if she were on the battlefield, but as a scholar completing a rural survey.