Warhammer Wizard

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That night, Astarte held a grand dinner.

The Makurag people took out the best things to entertain the distinguished guests from afar.

Barbarians do not produce, and there is no environment for planting crops on the plateau. They hunt for a living. Their food is mainly meat, barbecued and smoked, full of original flavor, and paired with homemade fruit wine, which has a special flavor.

Ren knew the conditions were difficult for a long time, so he prepared a dozen boxes of good spirits on the airship.

The strong aroma of wine exudes, evoking the gluttons of many Barbarians. When they drank the wine from the empire, the eyes of each and everyone suddenly brightened, and the expression was intoxicated.

At the banquet, Sicarius was holding a wine glass while showing off his empire experience.

"Hiccup...brothers, it's not that I'm boasting with you. For wines like this, I want to drink 3 or 4 jugs every day in Glamorgan. It's nothing..."

"Drinking is not worth mentioning, anyway, you will have the opportunity in the future."

Sikaius said, "We were in Wezeland that time... Wezeland, do you know? It's a Floating Void City, the whole city is flying in the sky, and it belongs to a great The Holy Soul Wizard, that is, the Teacher of the Boss..."

"A lot of undead, at least more than ten 10000, came over like seawater and surrounded us..."

"Gilliman is here, I have never seen that many monsters in my life."

"I'm not afraid of everyone laughing, my legs were almost frightened at the time! Fortunately, we have the Rambo's gun invented by Boss!"

Sicarius grabbed the machine gun, raised high, and appeared in front of the people.

"It is not the most powerful weapon in the world, but it must be the most suitable weapon for our Makulag people! With it, our ten three brothers plus the Boss blocked the 10000 undead army for half an hour... …"

"The corpses of the monster are piled up as high as the house!"

"It was during that battle that Otto and I were promoted to Legendary. Hey, you have to believe me. As long as you have tried the Lanqing Gun, you will never let go. The javelin is not worthy of it to carry shoes. I haven't thrown it for months. Over the javelin."

"Now I have the Fire Dragon again, ride it to the sky, give me enough bullets, one person can destroy the Logoshi tribe!"

Sikaius's eloquence is average, but the story is true, the rhythm of the story is ups and downs, and it is fascinating.

In addition to fighting, there is also his life in Modu.

Especially after following Ren, the monthly salary is more than 2 100 gold shields, the food is the delicacies of the mountains and the sea, living in a lavish castle, using the best equipment, and having servants serving daily life in the fully equipped Martial Training Stage Training here, the strength is getting stronger day by day, and I will be promoted to Legendary in a few months!

Other extreme fighters echoed from time to time, proving that what Sicarius said was true.

The Makurag people present were fascinated.

They watched Ren frequently, and if Marius wasn't there, they couldn't wait to jump over and immediately swear to join the ranks of extreme fighters.

Ren laughed and said nothing.

As his first symbiosis, Sikaius was the most loyal and spared no effort to recruit members of the tribe, but in the eyes of Marius, his behavior is probably the completely opposite image.

He glanced at the main seat, Marius' eyes were gloomy, and he was drunk without a word.

The color of the soul of this Legendary Barbarians kept changing, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After the banquet, Ren returned to the house arranged by Marius, on the 4th floor of the city.

The height here is second only to Astarte Temple, a large house made entirely of rock. After 10000 years of vicissitudes, after generations of Makurags, the traces left by the original founder, the dwarves, are no longer too much.

The conditions of the stone house are simple, incomparable to Ren's castle, but it is a rare safe place to live on the plateau.

Yisu came out from the plane of shadow and took a look, then turned and returned to the airship.

Nothing in the night.

In the early morning of the 2nd day, Ren was still used to getting up and meditating. After having a barbecue breakfast delivered by Barbarians, a guard by Marius came in.

"Sir Lord, patriarch invites you to meet at the temple." The guard said respectfully.

"it is good."

Ren looked at this guard. He was strong, with muscular muscles, and a heavy iron essence sword on his back. He was a high-level Barbarians warrior. However, the eyes of the soul saw that his original symbiosis innate talent had been used.

As expected, the original body of the guard was Marius.

"Sir Lord, my name is Dulan." The guard led the way, suddenly introduced himself, and asked in a low voice, "Is your lord coming to Astarte to recruit extreme fighters?"

Ren was a little surprised, didn't expect even Marius' symbiosis was tempted.

What would Marius feel if she was understood?

The connection between the original body and the symbiotic can be dissolved, but the agreement of the original body is required. After the dissolution, the symbiotic body will lose the power increase and return to its original form.

"I have this plan." Ren slightly nodded, "but this requires the consent of Your Excellency Patriarch, which has not yet been determined."

The Barbarians' eyes lit up first, then dimmed again.

He was silent for a while, until he boarded the huge rock platform and walked on the square in front of the temple, he said in an inaudible voice: "patriarch has been in the temple last night."

Ren remembered the Makurag man named Dulan, his face remained calm.

The appearance of the Astarte Temple is very magnificent, with 20 huge stone pillars supporting the white dome, and a tall tower with the dome as the base, straight into the sky.

Under each stone pillar, there are elite Barbarians guarded by warriors.

They were wearing metal armors, the best equipped among the Magraq tribe, and when they saw Ren coming over, they cast a surprised look at him.

Dulan took Ren up the steps, stopped at the door of the temple, and shouted: "patriarch, Sir Lord is here."

"Please come in." An echoing voice came out, it was Marius.

"Sir Lord, please."

Ren did not enter immediately. He stood outside the open temple door, looking towards inside, blocked by a stone wall carved with reliefs, unable to see the scene inside.

However, his instinct told him that this temple is not simple.

The entire temple seems to be shrouded in an indescribable power. Even with the dual effects of the will of truth and the key to the door, it is impossible to see through this power.

Ren rarely encounters such a situation, usually because the target's power level is much higher than his own.

However, he did not notice that the danger was approaching, and this force was not at all hostile.

The Eye of Soul once again observed Dulan and the Barbarians guards at the entrance of the temple. They were in a normal mood, mixed with curiosity, surprise, and yearning, but they did not have the slightest malice.

If there are traps in the temple, they should be very clear.

Marius was resistant to his arrival, but was far from reaching the point where he wanted to attack him. At best, he refused and expelled from the city.

Ren clarified his thoughts and walked into the temple alone in the eyes of the Makurag.

Bypassing the relief stone carvings blocking up ahead, looking up, the spacious and bright space is displayed in front of you.

The inside of the temple is a rectangular parallelepiped. The dome of more than 20 meters high feels very empty. The ground and walls are made of flat rock, almost empty.

Only at the other end of the entrance, there was a throne carved out of a monolith.

The stone throne is 4 meters high, has sharp edges and corners, and the craftsmanship is extremely exquisite. It is not like a mortal can make, with a giant sitting on it.

The giant wore golden armor but no helmet. His face was simple and handsome, like the temperament printed on Gold Coin, his eyes closed, sitting there as if falling asleep, without the slightest blood on his face, and he did not look like a living creature. He folded his hands and wore metal gloves on the hilt of a huge sword that was more than 2 meters long. The huge sword was inserted in front of the throne, between his feet, and his expression was natural and lifelike.

At first glance, this is a Divine Idol produced by the most superb carving Master.

A majestic breath emanated from Divine Idol, filling the interior of the temple, and people couldn't help but worship him.

However, Ren can see the truth that ordinary people can't see.

At just a glance, his soul was trembling, and his back was sweating coldly. If it were not for the protection of truth and will, he would have knelt down with weak legs.

"The trough!"

This fucking is not Divine Idol at all, but the real body of a god!

Ren was caught off guard.

He came to Astarte only to recruit extreme fighters. At most, he had a dispute with patriarch Marius. He could talk or fight. He actually ran into a god, and he was not incarnation, but the real body...

Ren didn't know what it looked like when others saw Divine Idol, but in his eyes, the giant on the throne was like the same sun. Every ray of light emitted was a divine force, which made his mind tremble and his eyes were stimulated. The brain crashed for a few seconds, and tears flowed down from the crash-bang.

At this moment, the illusion on Divine Idol's surface faded.

Ren vaguely saw a terrifying wound on the god's neck, which seemed to be penetrated by a sharp weapon, and black blood flowed out. Divine force kept repairing the wound, but it could not heal it.

The injury was far more serious than it appeared, leaving the god in a coma.

The throne under him is not mortal.

Ren looked away and found that the space where the throne was located was still, and the energy of time and space was frozen, which not only covered the terrifying aura of the gods, but also made time tend to stop, leaving him always in dying, unable to recover and not immediately fall. .

He has guessed the identity of the god.

The once god of loyalty and glory has now lost the priesthood of glory, and his official name is changed to Gilman, the god of loyalty!

Under the throne, Marius knelt there, bowing his head in prayer.

Ren took a deep breath and walked over.

Just approaching Marius, the Barbarians patriarch stood up, looked back towards Ren, and said with a serious expression: "I agree with you to recruit extreme fighters in Astarte."