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, at first he only wanted to defeat Zurazabu and use it to establish his prestige. He naturally stepped on the position of the chief, and did not want to kill him, and the two sides had no grudges. 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 stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and the Lightbreaker's battle axe flew into his hand from the air, and then the Seraph's wings fluttered, turning into a beam of light and appearing on the high stage of the auditorium.

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

Most of them are not 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, more than one level higher than the historical sun warriors, and 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 a little of his strength, and killed Zurazabu with one sword!

Even the gods of Loa are just like that.

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 somewhat like Zurazabu, and doubts arose in his heart.

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

Just not 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. Some of them were also related to him. They were direct descendants of Zurazabu. prominent.

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

"Corsaro!"

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

Corsaro just looked at each other.

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

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

But he didn't respond to the accusations, he was just an idiot who couldn't see the situation clearly.

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

"The High Priest?"

Corsaro spoke up.

His voice was not loud, but it was no less than a thunderbolt 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 I shouted...

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 in the same fate as Zurazab.

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 magic he bestows is also true. So far, everything has been beneficial to the Lie Sun tribe.

Although some places are very strange, but 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 winner 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 has a closer relationship with the gods than the high priest, the status of the temple priests 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 down 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, they just shouted, happy 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 was still immersed in the carnival. Every square, every street, and every obelisk in the city was lit with bonfires, and it was bright all night. The trolls danced around the bonfire, praised the scorching sun loudly, 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, they finally waited for the awakening of the gods, and the Lie Sun tribe will be brilliant again.

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

In the battle, the divine arts showed their powerful power.

Whether or not 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, it is bright!

However, there were trolls who saw something else above this light, a shadow that hung 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 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 you are alone.

"I am sighing for the difficulties of the tribe in the past. Over the past 10,000 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 sacrificed 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 subdued the guards and the Sun's Edge?"

After the arena was over, Corzaro immediately went to the Chief's Hall and gave an order.

Zanjin, the leader of the Chieftain's Guard, the various branches of the Sun's Edge, the hunting captain, the patrol captain, the city defense captain, 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 already pledged his allegiance 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 what 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.

Corsaro, by contrast, 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 bloodthirsty person, and I don’t need to kill to control the armed forces. The eye of the soul can distinguish between loyal and traitors. No troll can make any waves. If you have a little bit of dissent, you will be detected by the thunder cast divine soldiers lurking in the dark. , so that the betrayer disappears silently.

A mere 30,000 paladin army, if it wasn't to use their identities to conquer the Southern Continent, there would be no need for such trouble.

Looking at the smile on Corsaro's face, Tusul 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, follow the oracle, conquer other tribes, develop believers, and let more trolls join the Church of the God of the Sun." 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?"

"The 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 shocked, and then loudly 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. We only It’s just for self-protection, and it must not be easily provoked.”

Corsaro disagreed, "That was before, 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..."

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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, which will bring the tribe into a desperate situation of annihilation.

Tusul's eyebrows were burning with anxiety.

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

"I know that the chief is eager to contribute to God, but this matter really can't be rushed."

Tusul persuaded bitterly: "The gods have just woken up, the paladins have just received the blessing of divine arts, and the strength of the tribe has entered a period of rapid growth. Please give the tribe some time to fight steadily. It will not exceed thirty years at most, and we will be able to Conquer the headhunter tribe."

Corsaro showed disapproval on his face.

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 was to conquer the entire southern continent within five years and put Sanguinius on the throne. Even if the plan didn't go well, it could not 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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