Chapter 643: Covenant

"Elder Bucky, there are other elders, do you have any opinions on this covenant? You can put it forward, and we can change one or two within the rules."
Tutu Marshmallow asked faintly, not so harshly.
Bucky respectfully said: "My lord, I completely agree with your request."
"Ah, very good."
Tutu Marshmallow nodded appreciatively: "Then use mental power to imprint your names on these two jade slips. If there is any violation in the future, the blood sea guild will be able to find you out. "
Bucky and other martial artist murlocs, who had been completely relaxed, all changed their faces.
It is said that murlocs are nomadic and settled, running at any time and difficult to control. This is for the entire deep-sea murlocs.
If superpowers such as the Blood Sea Guild and the Storm Church specifically target a tribe, it will not be difficult to capture them with great effort regardless of cost.
Among other things, as long as the reward is offered, there will be other murloc tribe sanctuary offering their hands.
"grown ups……"
After hesitating for a long time, Bucky bit his head in the look of the murloc elder's expectation behind him: "Everything else is easy to say, but this military expenditure is too much? Our stone spear tribe is just a small tribe, I'm afraid we can't get it out. so many."
The faith in eradicating the storm is easy to say, the faith of the murlocs is already pitiful.
Although it is not understandable to establish an elementary school, it is enough to understand it as the same behavior as the mission of the Storm Church. It is good not to attack other tribes. The Stone Spear tribe that has lost the sanctuary is also not eligible to invade other tribes.
But this military expenditure is a real resource, and it must be taken out of their hands.
"Oh? How much?"
Tutu Marshmallows complexion was slightly cold, and a heavy pressure came down, making Bucky and others pale: "As far as I know, this is only one and a half times the amount of materials you handed over to the Storm Church. too much?"
"Do you think that my Blood Sea Guild can insult me, even the Storm Church?"
"Don't dare!"
Bucky and other murlocs put their fish heads on the ground, trembling.
The huge pressure around him still hasn't dissipated, but it has become increasingly cold and heavy.
Under this pressure, Bucky's breathing and blood almost froze, and he was dying.
With a flash of inspiration, he quickly climbed to the Tutu Marshmallow and took off the two jade slips, and quickly branded his own spiritual imprint in the blank space with mental power.
The pressure surrounding him disappeared.
Bucky gasped for breath, and for the rest of his life, he was grateful.
Seeing this, the other murloc elders rushed to the ground and branded their spiritual mark.
"You don't need to feel distressed, you are actually taking a big advantage."
Seeing the coldness on his face dissipated, Tutu Marshmallow took back a blood red jade slip, smiled and said: "The Murloc King of your Stone Spear tribe has died, and the resources he vacated are completely enough to make up for your loss."
Bucky smiled and said, "My lord, what you said is."
They don't believe this at all. How much power and resources are available in the underwater world is an ancient tradition of murlocs.
While losing the Murloc King, the Stone Spear Tribe has declared that it has lost the sanctuary-level resources, and it would be good for the tribe to survive.
"You will know later."
Tutu Marshmallow knows that these murlocs, who are accustomed to the laws of the jungle, don't believe in the constraints of trivial words at all.
But the future order of the deep sea has been decided. This is an iron rule that cannot be changed. Violators will be eliminated by death.
"The other clauses of the covenant, especially the one for the establishment of elementary schools, must be implemented in earnest. Then we will conduct random checks from time to time. If it is not passed, you will be punished by the elders."
"Murpeople who have passed elementary school education are eligible to participate in the Blood Sea Guild's once-a-decade assessment. Those who pass can join the Blood Sea Guild and become one of us. The assessment is entirely voluntary."
"Yes, my lord, we will strictly follow your orders."
Tutu Marshmallow nodded, and after charging for this year's military expenses, a red shield appeared around his body, which turned into a red water drop to swim into the distance.
The notice has been clearly brought, and various standards have been given one by one. If they can't do it, their swords will not hesitate.
Canggu tribe a thousand kilometers away from here.
They are neighbors of the Stonespear tribe, and the king of the tribe, Sakars, is even weaker than the king of Stonespear, Solankas.
The entire Cang Bone tribe was built on the remains of white bones of seabed creatures, and many sea mosses grew along the bones, turning it into a green fantasy world.
Tribal murlocs come and go, the weapons in the hands of warriors, butchers and shepherds are mostly polished bones.
The difference is that the weapons of warriors are polished from the bones of extraordinary creatures, while the weapons in the hands of ordinary murlocs are polished from ordinary fish bones.
A crimson elliptical drop of water enveloping 1,728 human shadows appeared above the Cang Bone Tribe, and a large and cold crimson field covered the murlocs passing below.
"But the messenger of His Highness Blood Sea?"
Hearty laughter came from below, and a blue turtle flew into the sky surrounded by layers of guards, and gave a deep salute to Tutu Marshmallows far away, not because of her cultivation in the Jindan realm. The slightest humiliation.
The etiquette he used is also very interesting. It is the kind of chief etiquette between the passages of immortal cultivators, which is quite ancient. It is used by a murloc with sharp teeth and claws to have an indescribable sense of comicality.
"Yes, I am indeed a military member of the Blood Sea Guild."
Tutu Marshmallow also replied, watching his movements with a little surprise and said: "It seems that King Sarcas, your information is very well-informed."
The intelligence that can access the immortal cultivator is not just a few words of intelligence, and only the storm church expeditionary army that has retreated from the blue star.
The friendship between the two seems very good.
Her hand on her waist couldn't help but stroke the hilt of the sword.
King Sakars couldn’t help but jumped in his heart, and quickly said: "My messenger has misunderstood. My Cang Bone Department has a close business relationship with land people. The church has no friendship."
No matter he didn't panic, this seemingly weak human woman had personally killed Solankas who was stronger than him.
Tutu Marshmallow smiled slightly: "I completely believe what you said, King Sarkar, my Blood Sea Guild believes that except for some deceived murlocs, the entire deep sea has no remnants of the Storm Church."
"My Envoy is right, we murlocs don't like Storm Church."
Sarkars breathed a sigh of relief and personally led the way in front of him, welcoming the Tutu Marshmallows into his exquisite and gorgeous palace built of huge stones.
Tutu Marshmallow, who had just stepped into the palace, had a meal and looked at Sarcas with a smile: "There is also a sanctuary inside. Is it the guest invited by Lord Sarcas?"
The icy killing intent, the crimson realm quickly surrounded Sarkars, swallowing a huge amount of aura around him.