Chapter 645: Rebellious

"Since it's a joke, it's fine, otherwise I thought your ministry hooked up with the of storm."
Tutu Marshmallow’s eyes were cold: "Otherwise, a sacred elementary power, I think it’s fine as long as you live, there shouldn’t be so many extravagant hopes that shouldn’t be thought of."
"Yes, you are right."
The two murloc kings Nuonuo responded, quickly engraving the spiritual imprint into the two-point jade slips, and summoned all the martial arts murlocs in the tribe, leaving a spiritual imprint one by one.
Through this, the Blood Sea Guild can learn the specific information of the murloc who left the spiritual imprint, and it will be more convenient to hunt down and offer rewards in the future.
"The two murloc kings made the most correct choice."
The Tutu marshmallows disappeared coldly, and each retrieved a blood-colored jade slip from their hands: "I heard that there are three fanatics of the God of Storm in the Cang Bone Department, and a fan of the God of Storm in the Blue Iron Department. Is it true?"
Sarcas and Morrie glanced at each other, and did not dare to hide: "My Messenger, this is indeed the case."
"Then, I need the heads of four fanatics. I wonder if the two Murloc Kings can get them for me personally?"
She put an accent on the word ‘in person’, an indisputable tone.
This is a nomination. The fanatic is very important to the of the storm, and anyone who kills his fanatic is an enemy to him.
Even if you don't care about it for a while, it's hard to guarantee that the future will be unresolved. The creature is notoriously careful.
Sarcas and Morrie were silent for a while, and any Ellen knew the meaning of the madman to the gods.
But if you don't even hand in this point, just relying on a little unprovoked covenant, I am afraid it will be difficult to gain the understanding of the Blood Sea Guild, and it is almost the same as being a direct enemy.
The Murloc King Mori gritted his teeth, his heart is cruel, and said in a deep voice: "My Envoy wait a moment, I will go back."
After speaking, he turned into a ray of light and flew far away, in the direction of the Blue Iron Ministry.
King Zakars in the remaining part of the cocklebone looked gloomy, and did not move.
One wrong step is to completely offend the ending of Storm Church.
Tutu Marshmallow sat and waited quietly, without urging.
Her gaze looked at the dark deep sea in the distance, like the night sky, with a little starlight flashing from time to time. It was a luminous fish that passed by accidentally.
If Sarcas is unwilling to submit a certificate, kill it.
Tutu Marshmallows thought lightly, Zakars and Morrie may not be able to fight together, and it is much simpler alone.
After a while, Morrie returned, carrying a murloc who was struggling and roaring in a golden bishop priest's robe beside him.
This kind of specification is relatively rare. Bishop priests are generally qualified to serve as sanctuary within the Church of the Storm, and this struggling murloc is just an ordinary martial artist.
"King Mori, you dare to betray the great of storm, this is blasphemy!"
"My God will surely punish you and burn your soul to ashes!"
"Dirty sea of ​​blood, the glory of the Lord will definitely..."
The bishop murloc struggled and roared, crazy, without any fear of his imminent death, just angry because of the diminishing glory of God.
"My Envoy..."
King Morrie asked.
"Wait a minute."
Tutu Marshmallow closed his eyes, and the huge consciousness swept across the roaring and struggling murloc, especially focusing on staying inside his spirit for a long time.
Scanning the belief detection spell issued by the Guild’s Scientific Research Department, you can clearly see the wispy blue aura of belief emerging from his soul, extremely pure and extremely bright.
"Indeed, you can do it."
"Yes, your envoy."
boom!
The murloc body of the bishop who was struggling and roaring exploded into a cloud of blood mixed with broken bones and scales. The opening and closing mouth moved, and it stiffened, leaving only a head covered with scales.
"My Envoy, this is a gift from Morrie."
King Mori held up his head respectfully and handed Tutu cotton candy.
"Your loyalty has been seen, please destroy it for me, thank you."
Tutu Marshmallow nodded and looked at King Sarkars who was still hesitating. He slowly put his hand on the hilt of his sword and said nothing.
Even King Morrie on the opposite side looked at Sarcas's eyes badly.
He offended the Storm Church, and the neighboring King Sarcas wanted to be alone, which was intolerable for him.
Two icy killing intents, like the same basin of cold water, extinguished all the hesitation in King Sarkars' heart, and quickly said under the obvious premonition of death: "My Messenger, I will do it immediately."
Under the supervision of Tutu Marshmallow and King Mori’s Land, King Sarkars personally killed the three fanatics of the Church of the Storm in their tribe, and left enough visual evidence.
This is certainly not the end.
There is a saying that when you find a cockroach in your house, it means that there are already a group of cockroaches in the house.
The birth of mad believers is the essence of the Storm Church. Under this fruit, there must be a mature Storm Church organization with a large number of shallow believers and devout believers.
Under the strict supervision of the Tutu Marshmallow Field, the Blue Iron Tribe and the Cang Bone Tribe carried out a vigorous activity to destroy feudal superstition.
The statue of the of the storm was shot by his own followers under the supervision of the army, overthrew it, smashed it into powder, and spit on it.
In the process, there are crazy believers who want to stop it, without accident, turning into a pile of fragments without affecting the slightest.
"Two, please always pay attention to the faith situation in the tribe, and don't let the storm faith revive again. The Blood Sea Guild will conduct spot checks from time to time."
In the end, while Tutu Marshmallow encouraged them, he solemnly warned them.
"Yes, your envoy."
The two mermaid kings responded respectfully, and brought the piles of resources over for the Tutu Marshmallows to collect. This is the military expenditure this year.
Tutu Marshmallow collected all the resources and did not leave immediately, but waited quietly with the second camp.
The two murloc kings couldn't, so they had to accompany them.
A quarter of an hour later, under the horrified gazes of the two murloc kings, two oval blood-colored water droplets swam over and landed beside Tutu Marshmallow.
The figure inside the oval water drop is similar to the person behind Tutu Marshmallow, and the breath is similar.
"The third battalion of the first regiment and the second battalion of the third regiment were ordered to report and follow the command of the Tutu Marshmallow Battalion Commander in this operation."
"You two are polite."
Tutu Marshmallow smiled and greeted each other very well.
Although she is a battalion-level unit, she ranks highest among nearby battalion-level commanders and can command the most people, so she is a temporary commander.
The three camps are combined, with the Tutu Marshmallow as the center, and the lines of the formations are reorganized and linked into a brand new Senran sword formation.
The overall breath quickly rose, far surpassing the previous individual combat power of the 2nd Tutu Marshmallow Battalion, and the two murloc kings next to him were bent down again.
Before they joined forces and could barely compete with Tutu Marshmallows, self-protection was more than enough, but now if they dare to resist, they will end up dead.
Tutu Marshmallow turned his head to look at them and said, "Do you two know the Hailan tribe?"
King Sakas lost his voice: "Where is the tribe where your lord Seablue Spear, the peak powerhouse of the sanctuary?
The two murloc kings changed color and seemed to realize something.
"Yes."
Tutu Marshmallow said lightly: "This Seablue Spear seems to have a different mindset. He has rebelled. According to the military covenant that I just signed, I now formally appoint two people to participate in the encirclement and suppression."