Chapter 1246 Thirty-three Squadron 5

"Oh?? Is this the image of the scroll?

The sky snake head held the crystal clear recording crystal on its hand and looked at the virtual image released in it, and said strangely.

"Make it quickly, the more the better!!!"

Shi Tian on the side held a golden armored warrior in one hand and urged.

"No problem, no problem!" The head of the snake smiled and said, "However, your speed is really fast. You can get this thing in less than the next day."

"It's all an adult's idea." The way of heaven.

The snake nodded and did not answer. It directly took out a pudding of gray-black leather from the burden and began to cast spells.

"Is this the snake skin that faded when you metamorphose?" He looked at it and asked.

"This is not an ordinary snake skin. After all, it is something from giants. If it is used to make a defensive magic weapon, it will at least be a middle-to-level treasure!"

The snake's head road.

Shi Tian nodded, and then pushed the golden armored warrior next to him and said coldly, "Give me a list of medicinal materials. If you don't want to die, it's better not to play tricks!"

"Yes... It is... My lord... I'll do it now... That's it..."

The golden armored warrior seemed to be threatened by some horror. He turned pale and sweated coldly. Hearing Shi Tian's words, he did not dare to resist and said quickly.

Tianshetou looked at him strangely, and then said to the sky, "Aren't you afraid of him playing tricks?? After all, we don't understand the words of this place..."

"We will confirm that although we don't understand the text, the text here is not too different from the text of the fairyland. The adult has told me to tell him all the names of these words. Before handing in the scrolls, we will take them apart one by one and find someone to check them!!"

"Although it is stupid, it is a very effective way!" The head of the snake smiled, nodded, and then began to make scrolls.

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"Huh? Is it you again? Your faces are very fresh. Which team are you from?

The old sacrifice looked at the soldiers who came in and asked suspiciously.

"We?"

The soldier who handed over the scroll was slightly stunned and a little stunned. He swept his eyes secretly, and then said, "We are the thirty-third squadron..."

As soon as the words fell, the whole church suddenly became husied.

"Thirty-three Squadron?? Really?? They are actually the thirty-third squadron?

"I heard that the people in that squadron are very strong, which is not comparable to ordinary squadrons at all. Because they are too excellent and get the promotion from above, I don't know if it's true..."

"The 33rd Squadron is about to be promoted to the brigade. How can it still appear here?"

"Isn't the person in the brigade a direct line of the Holy See?? Why are you here?"

"Idiot, didn't you hear me?? The 33rd Squadron is just about to become a brigade, and it has not been promoted yet!!!"

This quiet church suddenly boiled because of the man's words. Many people looked this way and kept talking. Many people looked extremely excited and their faces were flushed. It seemed that they could see the people of the 33rd Squadron, which was their blessing.

The old sacrifice swept around suspiciously, and then said in a low voice, "There are no people from the 33rd Squadron here... You didn't say it on purpose, did you?"

"Are you doubting our identity?"

The soldier's face darkened and he said angrily.

Then, several soldiers behind him scratched their shoulders, and a silver sign immediately appeared on the golden shoulder armor.

"It's really the 33rd Squadron."

Many people exclaimed. The clearly marked number on the mark is clear and clear. There are so many pairs of eyes here. Although few people have seen the 33rd Squadron, the people in this squadron are nothing special compared with the standard. The difference between other squadrons is just a number, right??

The old priest was stunned and looked at the standard, with a little doubt in his eyes, but it was just doubt. After a moment, he shook his head helplessly, opened the scroll in his hand, took a look, and was slightly stunned: "Do you need so many medicinal herbs?"

"Our team is strong, so the adults above us need us to complete some very difficult tasks. These tasks are not what you can imagine. They need a lot of things, which is also deserved."

"Is that right?" The old priest nodded and said, "There are too many things. You need to wait for a while."

"Hmm."

The old man held the scroll and turned to the statue.

Several soldiers secretly alternated their eyes, and the joy in their eyes became stronger and stronger.

However, although they were members of the '33' squadron, they were unexpectedly arrogant. During this waiting time, they walked to the soldiers next to them and politely talked to them.

The third day.

"Why do you need so much more?"

The old sacrifice asked strangely.

"A batch of new tasks have been issued. This task is persistent, so we need more support. I hope you can cooperate!"

The old sacrifice has no choice but to take it obediently.

The fourth day.

"Can you tell me what the task is?"

The old priest raised his white eyebrows, and his eyes were full of doubts.

"Confidential!"

Within any negotiable words.

"But there is not much potion material in this church..."

"It doesn't matter. The superior will supplement the churches soon. You don't have to worry, but our army really needs these things."

"Okay." The old sacrifice is helpless.

The fifth day.

"Do you know that your list this time can empty everything in the church?? In this way, other squadrons can't get anything.

The old sacrifice can't stand it anymore. This time, the demand is several times that of the previous one.

"We need maximum demand. This task has reached the key point. You have to support us as much as possible. If it is not enough, we will go to other churches."

The soldier said that because it was the last day, the lion opened his mouth.

"But in this case, what about other squadrons?" The old priest asked.

"In a few days, the superiors will send supplies, and you can ask them to wait."

“...... All right..." The old priest sighed. He wanted to refuse, but he couldn't afford to provoke the people of the 33rd Squadron. He was not afraid of a four-winged warrior, but if it was a group of four-winged warriors, his small sacrifice was insignificant?

The people of the three-room and three squadrons returned with satisfaction holding a large pile of space bags full of materials...

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So, in the following days, many squadrons could not get supplies from the church for only one reason, insufficient inventory...