Shortly after Fioni and the others fled their final tentation under the cover of the Coral Forest, the battle above the Pensive Lands came to an end. The Lietao suffered heavy casualties, but in the end, they still won by virtue of their numerical superiority. The large number of corpses attracts a large number of animals who want to share some scraps, these attracted animals do not understand why there is so much food here, in their eyes, killing is for food and self-preservation, too much and senseless killing is a waste of physical strength and no return. Perhaps that's where they are stupid, why don't they understand, the hatred that death can't quench, the faith that doesn't repent even when they die.

"The vanguard that went to check it out has returned, my lordship. Despite the cost, they managed to kill the sharks that went berserk!" The language of the Kraken spreads quickly and widely in the water, so when they say something, they are often prepared to be heard by many people. The Kraken who spoke was obviously like that, after all, it wasn't news that needed to be covered. Once again, the followers of the Lady of the Tides have defeated their rival shark, which is certainly not news to be hidden. Especially the cheers that came from the surrounding troops as the words fell, and the fanatical worship provoked even more fanatical worship, and most of the people in this army had big smiles on their faces.

The Siren, who could be called the Venerable One, sat on a throne made of red coral, and wore robes embellished with various ornaments from the sea and even from the human world, but he did not smile. To be precise, the man never smiled again a few days ago. No one knows what happened to make the Tides' favorite celestial pride so angry. However, there are some people who are well-informed or have knowledge of the high priest's past, and most of them are other priests who secretly communicate in sign language, and gestures to refer to shapeshifters are frequently used in the process of communication. But having said that, no one dared to actually ask her questions, and for most of Lietao, this person was the representative of the Tide Lady in the ocean.

"Yes, what about the people who summoned the sharks?" the High Priestess's expression was calm, and her naked body was covered with beautiful scales like blue crystals, which were different from the colors of other Burning Wave Sirens, and were evidence of the blessing of the tides. The combination of the magnificent scales that change color with the flow of water and the extraordinary beauty of the Siren's aesthetic makes her beauty go beyond the limits of what is physically required to attract the opposite sex, and thus show a transcendent sense of sacredness, like a living work of art.

But this beauty is dangerous, because the gesture she displays as a high priest is not for other believers to admire, but only for the sake of pleasing the gods in the waves. And because of her beauty and her words and deeds as a priest, people often unconsciously forget that this high priest was the presiding officer of most of the sacrificial ceremonies long before she ascended to this position, and the lives that were sacrificed at her hands were already uncountable. The expression on the face of the messenger of the messenger gradually froze under the high priest's questioning. He began to realize that while the warriors of the Burning Waves had defeated the Scimitar Shark swarm and dissipated the eerie ring that had appeared above the Contemplative Forest, they hadn't had time to find out what had happened.

"Please, I beg your pardon! I, I'll investigate immediately!" If this was a human, his back would have been covered in cold sweat by now. Unfortunately, the Kraken doesn't sweat, so he can only show his fear by trembling. But this way will only make the people who sit on the throne of red coral more disgusted with him.

"Enough. If the person delivering the message can't tell the difference between good and bad in what is being delivered, it's just a microphone. Priest of Isita. The High Priestess's fingers were as smooth as coral as they swept through the water, and a priestess of her age stepped out of the priestly procession below and respectfully walked up the steps to the coral throne. For the Sirens, walking in the water is the most humble gesture they can achieve, so there are rules in the rituals of the priests that prohibit floating in the water at will.

The Siren Priestess, known as Iseta, walked up to the four-limbed herald and bowed her head slightly to greet her High Priest, "Your Majesty, I am honored to serve you. ”

"No need to be polite, sister. You take him to find out about it, our war with the earthlings is imminent, and I don't want any noise to interfere with this sacred sacrifice. ”

Isita saluted again, then gracefully stooped down and grabbed the upper edge of the herald's neck armor to lift him up, and she pulled the wretched creature around and walked a few steps before she remembered something and turned back to the man on the throne and asked, "Do you need to make this guy pay for the anger he has made you angry after I have completed my mission?"

The high priest was silent for a few seconds, "Cut off his tongue and let him be a slave soldier." With that, she waved her hand to signal that Isita could leave. As Isita descended the stairs, a curtain of ornate curtains enveloped the high platform where the high priest was seated. These curtains are part of the Lost Witches' payment to them, and in fact they are quite an important part. Because the curtain rots easily in water, the Kraken has always had a huge demand for this gorgeous earthly creation. But at that time, the witches certainly did not expect that one day the curtains would return to the shores of Heartless Bay in this way. For if they had thought of it, they might have pre-cast a spell on the curtain to strangle the threat.

Aside from the curtain, the priestess who led the herald with one hand walked to the platform below and approached a male kraken who had been waiting for her for a long time, judging by the kraken's clothing, he should have taken his place in the military system of the hot waves. "Brother Quwa, you have heard the command of the High Priest. It's likely that this incident has something to do with the remnants of Sharktooth, and I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to seconded me some of your warriors. ”

"Of course, no problem, dear sister. Quwa apparently looked much older than Isita, but when it came to the priestess, he acted like he was treating an elder. There was nothing wrong with that, in the social makeup of the Burning Waves, the closer one was to the Goddess, the more status he had, and apart from the lady who sat on the throne, Isita was the youngest of the many Tidal Priests. Although there are some rumors that her rapid promotion is due to her blood relationship with the High Priest, who can dispute that the goddess favored the sisters?

"I can seconded you a team of elite fighters, and three dolphins. But with all due respect, do you think you can find the people who summoned the sharks at this point in time? They probably have escaped a long way away. ”

A smile tugged at the corner of Isita's mouth, "Don't worry, the currents will find them for me." ”

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