Warhammer Wizard

On the ground, Zurazabu's body was burnt to ashes and scattered by the wind, leaving a pool of molten iron from the armor, and the "Lightbreaker" battle axe fell next to it.

Corsaro took two glances and sighed inwardly.

In fact, he only wanted to defeat Zurazabu at first, and used it to stand up. After all, Zurazabu is the most powerful Sun Warrior, and he can use it in the future.

He is also Corsaro's grandfather, and killing his grandfather with his own hands will inevitably come true.

However, Zurazab noticed some truth in the battle and forced himself to kill him. In the words of his previous life: "You know too much."

"Let's go on the road in peace." Corsaro secretly said.

He reached out and grabbed it, and the Lightbreaker Tomahawk flew into his hand, and then the Seraph's wings fluttered, turning into a ray of light and appearing on the high stage of the auditorium.

Temple High Priest Tusul, Chieftain Zanjin, and many high-ranking paladins of the Sun Tribe gathered here.

Most of them aren't as fanatical as the troll commoners and are still in great shock.

Ordinary paladins and civilians do not have a clear understanding of Zurazabu's strength, but they know very well how powerful the former chief is. It is more than one level higher than the scorching sun warriors in history, and it is completely invincible.

However, Zurazab died in the arena.

And obviously, Corsaro won very easily. He didn't show all his strength at the beginning, he showed some strength a little, and killed Zurazabu with one sword!

Not even the loa gods.

But Corsaro is not Loa.

At this moment, Corsaro descended on the high platform. The huge blazing angel wings seemed to cover the sun. He held a giant sword in one hand and a battle axe in the other. asphyxia.

They watched in awe as Corsaro landed in front of him, getting closer and closer, finally daring not to look directly at him, and lowered their heads.

The voices in the Gurubak Arena were loud.

However, the trolls on the high platform did not dare to make any sound, the contrast was very strange, and the hands of some high-level paladins couldn't stop shaking.

Korsaro's eyes swept across the trolls, knowing that they were a bit like Zurazabu, and doubts arose in his heart.

The stronger the strength and the higher the eyesight, the better able to detect clues.

Just can't be sure.

Korsaro looked at Tusul, the temple high priest originally supported him, but now, despite the respectful look on his face, the eye of the soul saw his emotions fluctuating violently, struggling, hesitating, and frightened. Keep calm on the surface.

Beside him, Chief Zanjin lowered his head, wondering what he was thinking.

And some paladins glared at themselves.

Corsaro looked at them. Most of these paladins were confidants of Zurazabu during his lifetime, and some of them were also related to him. They were direct descendants of Zurazabu. They held high positions in the Chieftain Guard and the Front of the Sun. prominent.

Now that Zurazab is dead, they are destined to be purged and lose power and status.

"Corsaro!"

A high-ranking paladin finally couldn't help but jumped out, pointed at Corsaro and scolded in a trembling voice: "The chief is your grandfather, raised you since childhood, how could you kill him? Even the most vicious wolf cub , and will not bark at the alpha wolf who gave birth to yourself, you shameless..."

Corsaro just looked at each other.

After scolding to the back, his voice gradually decreased, until he dared not speak, and his face rose red.

Corsaro recognized this high-ranking paladin, whose name was Selika, Zurazabu's favorite son during his lifetime, and he was still his uncle.

But he didn't respond to the accusations, just a fool who couldn't see the situation clearly.

The most important thing in front of him is not the death of Zura, but the troll's questioning of his identity, the Chosen One, "Korsaro".

"High Priest?"

Corsaro spoke up.

His voice was not loud, but it was no less than thunder in Tusul's ears. Looking at each other, Tusul suddenly felt the terrible pressure and understood what Corsaro meant. He wanted to express his position immediately. and stand in line.

Tusul looked hesitant, turned to look at the trolls on the platform, two scorching sun warriors, and more than a hundred high-level paladins.

At this time, if you shout out loud...

Do not!

Tusul noticed that the two weapons in Korsaro's hand, the divine sword and the battle axe, flickered invisibly, and a faint golden flame appeared. Although it was not very strong, it could clearly be felt. The temperature on the platform rises a little.

His eyelids twitched wildly, and if a word of doubt popped out of his mouth, he would end up like Zurazab in no time.

So many high-level paladins did not bring a sense of security.

Moreover, not all paladins understand what the situation is. The most important thing is that they are only suspicious and have no evidence.

The awakening of the gods is true, and the divine arts given are also true. So far, everything has been beneficial to the Lie Sun tribe.

Although some places are very strange, the mind of the gods cannot be fathomed...

In the end, reason and reality prevail.

Tusul gritted his teeth, took two steps forward and stood on the edge of the platform, facing the troll audience in the arena, with a look of excitement on his face, and shouted loudly: "Children of the scorching sun, Korsaro has defeated Zurazab, won this great victory."

He paused, "According to the agreement before the duel, the victor will become the new chief of the tribe."

"Meet Chief Corsaro!"

Tusul turned around and took the lead in kneeling halfway to Corsaro, who was standing in the middle of the platform, shouting loudly, and saluting solemnly.

The support of the high priest of the temple means God's approval.

Although Korsaro is the chosen one and is closer to the **** than the high priest, the position of the temple priest in the eyes of the trolls is irreplaceable and has a strong symbolic meaning.

With Tusul's worship, the overall situation has been decided.

"Meet Chief Corsaro!"

On the platform, Zanjin suddenly knelt and saluted.

He represents the old line of Zurazab, the Chieftain's Guard and the Sun's Edge. Many high-level paladins were taken aback, and both forces of the tribe surrendered, so why are they hesitating? So, the paladins got down on their knees one after another and shouted to see the new chief.

The trolls in the audience didn't know the inside story, but just followed the cry, glad for the awakening of the gods and the birth of a more powerful chief of the tribe.

Ren flew over the arena, opened his hands, and accepted the worship of the people.

The scorching sun is in the sky, and the glory is added!

This scene made nearly 100,000 trolls unforgettable for the rest of their lives.

that night.

Salta is still immersed in the carnival, every square, every street, every obelisk in the city is lit with bonfires, and it is bright all night. The trolls danced around the bonfire, praised the scorching sun aloud, chanted the teachings of God over and over again, drank and ate meat, and discussed the battle between the two generations of chiefs in the arena today.

Every troll is very excited. After waiting for more than 10,000 years, he finally waited for the awakening of the gods, and the Lie Sun tribe will be brilliant again.

Those paladins who had obtained divine arts were tirelessly asked to perform divine arts by their clansmen, and received countless envious eyes.

In the battle, the magic showed its mighty power.

Whether or not the paladins of the same rank possess divine arts became the main factor determining the outcome.

Heal, Amplify, Defense, Kill!

All kinds of magic tricks have opened the eyes of the trolls. The paladins who have no magic skills secretly make up their minds to increase the number and frequency of prayers, dedicate their loyalty to the gods, and get the magic skills as soon as possible.

The scorching sun trolls seem to have seen the future, and it is bright!

However, there are trolls who see something else above this light, a shadow that hangs over the tribal sky, obscuring the scorching sun.

Tusul looked down at Salta from the top of the temple, and it took a long time to withdraw his gaze from the brightly lit city and let out a low sigh.

"Ugh……"

A ray of light flashed in the corner of his eyes, and then a voice sounded: "Why is the high priest sighing?"

Corsaro's figure appeared beside him.

Tusul's eyelids jumped and he said quickly, "Chief." He couldn't help thinking that this new chief had unpredictable methods, and he felt more oppressed than the previous Zurazabu. It seemed that the movement of the entire tribe could not escape. Out of his perception, the speed is also unbelievably fast, and it appeared in a blink of an eye.

Be cautious in the future, even when alone.

"I am sighing for the difficulties of the tribe in the past. Over the past ten thousand years, we have sacrificed too many trolls, migrated, wandered, and have been on the verge of extermination many times, but finally survived and survived in the Land Forsaken by God. Stand firm and build Salta."

Tusul pointed to the city below, "All this is hard-won in front of us. The predecessors have paid countless sweat and lives, and the spirit of our ancestors is watching us."

"It's really not easy." Corsaro nodded.

He could understand what Tusul meant, and hoped that he would not destroy the achievements of his ancestors, but he was not perfunctory, nor did he want to harm the tribe.

Even if he said it, Tusul would not believe it.

The seeds of doubt have taken root, and only the future can prove everything with facts.

Tusul didn't go into this topic any further, and asked in a low voice, "Chief, have you conquered the Guard and the Sun's Edge?"

After the arena was over, Corzaro immediately went to the Hall of the Chiefs and gave an order.

Zanjin, the leader of the Chieftain's Guard, various branches of the Sun's Frontier, hunting captains, patrol captains, city defense captains, as well as all the high-ranking paladins of the tribe and the trolls who served as requirements, went to the chief's hall to meet. Obviously, the new chief is going to take power. .

Tusul did not participate in order to avoid suspicion.

"That's right." There was a smile on Corsaro's face, but there was a coldness in this smile, and he said in a low voice: "Zanjin has been loyal to me, and I agree with him to keep most of the members of the Chieftain's Guard, only excluding them. Descendants of Zurazab."

"Where's the Sun's Edge?" Tusul couldn't help asking.

"Most of the captains have stayed, but they can't continue to hold their original positions. I have separated them from the players and transferred them to other teams." Corsaro replied.

Tusul breathed a sigh of relief.

This is much better than he expected. It's just a transfer from the original team. The power and status remain unchanged. Presumably the high-level paladins will not complain, and even if they do, they will not dare to say it.

When Zurazabu came to power, he directly killed a group of paladins who competed with him, and his hands were stained with the blood of his tribe.

By contrast, Corsaro is far more merciful.

"The scorching sun is on, and the tolerance of the chief is a blessing for the tribe." Tusul praised from the bottom of his heart, and suddenly felt that his previous worries seemed unnecessary.

Corsaro smiled.

I have never been a murderer, and I don’t need to kill to control the armed forces. The eye of the soul can distinguish the loyal and traitor. No troll can set off any storm. If you have a little bit of dissent, you will be detected by the thunder-cast magic soldiers lurking in the dark. , so that the betrayer disappears silently.

With a mere 30,000 paladin army, if it wasn't for borrowing their identities to conquer the Southern Continent, it wouldn't need such trouble at all.

Tusul looked at the smile on Corsaro's face and felt a little disdain.

But he couldn't understand.

After being silent for a few seconds, Tusul asked, "Chief, what are your plans for the tribe next?" There is still some conspiracy hidden.

"Naturally, according to the oracle, conquer other tribes, develop believers, and let more trolls join the Church of the Sun God." Corsaro replied as a matter of course.

Tusul was stunned for a moment.

He heard more things, and tentatively asked: "Does the chief already have a goal?"

"Headhunter Tribe." Korsaro didn't hide it, and directly stated his thoughts, "Within three months, we will defeat this biggest enemy, conquer them, and become a vassal of the Lie Sun Tribe."

"Three months!" Tusul was taken aback, and immediately persuaded: "Chief, will this be too fast? The headhunter tribe consists of eight tribes. They are the most powerful forces in the Land Forsaken by God. It's just for self-protection, and it must not be easily provoked."

Corsaro disagreed, "That was the past, and now the Sun Tribe is different."

"Chief!" Tusul shook his head again and again, "Now there are only a few paladins who have mastered divine arts, and they are not proficient in using them..."

Magic can really increase the strength of the paladin.

In the past, a paladin could stand up to three or four troll warriors of the same rank. Now, he has magical skills, and he can do it with one enemy and five. But how many paladins have mastered magical skills?

The number of trolls in the Headhunter Tribe exceeds one million, which is more than ten times that of the Sun Tribe!

No matter how strong the paladins are, they can't fight ten one at a time. Taking the initiative to attack will undoubtedly lead to the death of the tribe, causing the tribe to fall into a desperate situation.

Tusul frowned in anxiety.

He just thought that the new chief is tolerant and kind, which is a good thing for the tribe, but now he knows that Korsaro is so radical and reckless, and he is so happy that he may cause more harm to the tribe than Zurazabu.

"I know the chief is eager to make a contribution to the gods, but it really can't be rushed."

Tusul persuaded earnestly: "God has just woken up~www.wuxiahere.com~ The paladin has also just received the blessing of magic, and the strength of the tribe has entered a period of rapid growth. Please give the tribe some time to play steadily, no more than three at most. In ten years, we'll be able to conquer the headhunter tribe."

Corsaro's face was disapproving.

The high priest was right, his starting point was right, but he didn't want to wait thirty years.

Not to mention thirty years, even three years can't wait.

Ren's plan is to conquer the entire southern continent within five years and put Sanguinius on the throne. Even if the plan does not go well, it cannot exceed ten years at most.

Of course, this cannot be told to Tusul.

Corsaro looked at the old troll who was still chattering, raised his hand to interrupt him, and asked, "High priest, have you heard of Geon, the sun god?"

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