Warhammer Wizard

Bang! Bang! bang...

The rapid and thick sound of drums resounded through the sky and spread throughout Salta from the highest point. The trolls in the city were stunned when they heard the sound of the drums. Rush to the temple as fast as possible.

On the square in front of the Temple of the Lie Sun, groups of temple guards poured out to organize order and clear a large space in the middle of the square.

Tusul and Corsaro stand in the middle.

The high priest of the temple has put on a gorgeous and heavy armor, with a brilliant golden light, holding a nearly three-meter-long scorching sun spear, which looks more like a paladin than a priest. The only symbol of priesthood is a thick gold necklace worn around the neck, well-crafted, strung with twelve crystals and inscribed with the rune of the sun.

Surrounded by Tu'sul were the elites of the temple guards, including a dozen high-level paladins and dozens of scorching sun priests, all of them were well-equipped and exuded a strong power of holy light.

These trolls are the backbone of the temple, and the high priest competes with the chief's confidence.

Corsaro's eyes swept over them.

The temple guards were also looking at Corsaro curiously. They didn't know what was going on, but they all had serious expressions on their faces.

In the past, every time the drum of the sun was played, it was a major event affecting the tribe!

More and more trolls gathered in the square. Across the queue of temple guards, they looked at the high priest with nervous eyes and whispered to the trolls beside them.

bang bang bang...

There was a sound of heavy and orderly footsteps.

Tusul looked over, the crowd in the square automatically gave way, and a troll taller and burlier than all the trolls strode in.

The armor he wears is like a golden fortress. It is intricate and gorgeous. From the helmet to the boots, there are many runes, feathers and scales. The armor is covered with repair marks. In the eyes of the trolls, it is the glory brought by battle. , every trace represents a great victory.

At least three thousand pounds of armor did not affect the speed of the troll's footsteps at all.

Behind him hangs a giant wheeled axe.

In Corsaro's field of vision, this troll is like a small moving sun. The power of holy light is extremely dazzling. Even if he has tried his best to restrain himself, it still exudes a suffocating pressure.

According to the standard of a human superhuman, at least nine soul transformations, reaching level 30 or above!

This troll is the ruler of the Sun Tribe and the strongest, the grandfather of the original Korsaro, the chief Zurazabu.

"Chief!"

"Meet the Chief!"

As soon as Zurazabu appeared, he immediately became the focus of the audience. Wherever he passed, the trolls saluted respectfully, with awe and admiration on their faces.

The chief didn't come alone, he was followed by a large number of paladins.

These paladins are all elites. A tall troll following Zurazab is also a holy-rank powerhouse. One of the three sun warriors of the tribe, whose name is "Zanjin", is younger than the chief and the high priest. Many of them have only been promoted to the Sun Warrior for decades, and their qualifications are relatively low.

Beneath Zanjin is a group of high-level paladins, numbering hundreds, and each high-level paladin brings its own team, chief guards, hunting teams, and patrols, all of which are part of it.

Because of the rush of time, Zurazabu only had time to gather about 3,000 people and spread them around the square.

At the same time, more paladins came to join the chief's team.

Zurazabu only took more than a hundred chiefs and personal guards, passed through the crowd of trolls, and quickly walked to the middle of the square to come to the front.

"High Priest." The chief asked in a deep voice, "What is the purpose of beating the drum of the sun?"

He made no secret of his displeasure.

Although the Drum of the Sun is controlled by the Temple of the Sun, the high priest can ring it when he thinks it is necessary to convene the clan without having to tell the chief in advance, but in the past, Tusul would first discuss with him every time, and then Drumming.

Zurazabu felt that his power was being challenged, and he was keenly aware of a taste that was not good for him.

When he was questioning, his sharp eyes swept across Tusul's side and landed on Corsaro.

"Corsaro, what are you doing here?"

"And your hunting team, why did you come back early? Why didn't you return to me? Huh?" Zurazabu's aura was very oppressive, and he asked repeatedly, which made the paladins in the team panic, and even two The three bodies trembled.

Only Corsaro's face was calm, "The chief will find out later."

Zurazabu's eyes narrowed, and the depths of his golden pupils quickly changed a few times. Obviously, he noticed something unusual about Corsaro.

The two are grandparents.

Although he was very estranged and didn't pay much attention to it before, Corsaro never dared to talk to himself like this, as if he had changed to a troll.

Zurazabu immediately decided that what happened today was related to Corsaro.

He was continuing to press and question, and heard Tusul's voice: "Chief, the Sun Drum was set up for this day, please don't worry, when the tribe arrives, a major news will be announced. our tribe."

"What news, can't I know in advance?" Zurazab frowned.

"cannot."

Tusul shook his head and refused, and said meaningfully: "This news is too important. It must be announced to all the clansmen. The chief will be very happy when he finds out." : "It's not me who made this decision, but a more honorable one."

Zurazabu was a little confused. In the scorching sun tribe, he was more honorable than the high priest of the temple. Isn't he the only one?

And that important news, which concerns the whole tribe?

Suddenly, a vague idea came to Zurazabu's mind, but he couldn't grasp it for a while, so he could only nod his head and continue to wait.

The drums kept beating.

A group of trolls climbed up the highest platform from the city and entered the Temple of the Sun.

The total population of the Lie Sun tribe is about 120,000.

But not all trolls live in Salta, there are more than 30,000 trolls scattered in the villages outside the city, living in the forest.

Many of the hunting teams that went out were not notified in time, and the city could not be completely evacuated. Some paladins who were in charge of the city's defense had to stay at their posts and could not leave easily.

After half an hour.

More than 60,000 trolls gathered on the Sun Square, crowding the entire square.

Tusul raised his hand, the temple guard who was struggling to beat the drum stopped, and the drum finally subsided. He stepped onto the rock platform he had just built so that the clansmen in the square could see him. Immediately, the eyes of tens of thousands of scorching sun trolls were focused on the high priest, and the noise gradually quieted down.

"Praise the scorching sun!"

Tusul faced the entrance of the temple, spread his hands, put his arms at waist height, raised his chin, looked up at the sky, opened his eyes wide, and uttered a loud prayer from his mouth.

This is the most standard prayer posture of the God of the Sun.

"Praise the scorching sun!"

All the trolls followed the same gesture and shouted out neatly.

At this moment, whether it is a chief, a paladin, or an ordinary troll without the power of the Holy Light, their faces are full of piety, and they are praying to the gods who have worshipped them for tens of thousands of years.

three times in a row.

The trolls are not unfamiliar with this. Every important ceremony and prayer ceremony of the tribe begins with three times of "praising the scorching sun" before talking about the business.

This time, the high priest went straight down after praying.

Under the surprised gaze of the troll, an unfamiliar paladin stepped onto the platform. He looked very young, and the armor on his body showed his strength. He was a high-level paladin.

"Who is he?"

"Why did the high priest let him go up?"

The trolls couldn't help but whisper, with puzzled faces, but there were also many trolls who recognized him and whispered: "I know him, Corsaro, he was just promoted to a high-level paladin two years ago, he is a hunting captain, he is still grandson of the chief."

"I saw him returning from the forest with his team just now, but there was no prey, so he ran to the temple riding a direhorn."

"Did they encounter something?"

The trolls speculated.

Chief Zurazabu heard these remarks. In fact, while waiting for the clan to summon, the paladins under his command had already reported the abnormal behavior of Corsaro, but the specific situation could not be found out for a while.

Corsaro stood on the platform, looked around, but did not speak.

Gradually, the discussion in the square stopped.

The trolls seemed to have noticed something, and the atmosphere became solemn. Amidst all the attention, Corsaro took a breath and said, "People, I am Corsaro."

His voice reached every troll's ears clearly and unmistakably.

"today."

Corsaro said: "My hunting party and I were ambushed by the headhunter tribe, and suffered heavy casualties. Fourteen paladins, including me, were killed by the enemy..."

Hearing this, the trolls were stunned, unable to understand.

Why are you still standing here talking when you were killed? Fourteen paladins died, but your team members are all in sight!

Chief Zurazabu also had a puzzled look on his face, subconsciously thinking that Corsaro had a problem with his brain and was talking nonsense here?

Suddenly, a light flashed in his mind, and his whole body was instantly stiff.

He knows!

Corsaro's voice rose abruptly, suppressing the noisy doubts like thunder, and continued: "But we were resurrected and killed all the enemies. I can stand here and talk to everyone, in order to tell the tribe Deliver an oracle—"

He shouted loudly, "My lord Anser, the great **** of the scorching sun, has awakened!"

Boom!

Corsaro's words were like a thunderbolt, blasting in the ears of the trolls, making all the trolls dizzy and blank.

The square was quiet for a second, then frantically boiled.

The trolls reacted in different ways, ranging from excitement, shock, excitement, ecstasy, to doubt, disbelief and disbelief.

Whoa, whoa...

After the initial reaction, tens of thousands of trolls rushed to the platform in the middle of the square. They were emotional and shouting, but because there were too many people, they couldn't hear what they were saying.

The crowd was surging, and one hand reached out to Corsaro.

The human wall formed by the temple guards was violently impacted, and it seemed that they could not stop the crowd.

Boom!

There was a loud noise in the sky, and the void shook.

A group of light more dazzling than the sun suddenly appeared above the sky, exuding a sacred and vast aura. A terrifying coercion shrouded, including the Temple of the Sun and even the entire Salta, and felt an unprecedented divine might.

The trolls were both familiar and unfamiliar with this breath, and then they all fell to their knees.

"Praise the scorching sun!"

"Praise the scorching sun!"

"Great Anser, you have finally woken up..." The fanatical believers in the hot sun prayed loudly, with tears streaming down their faces, and howled: "Woo woo woo... My lord, it has been more than ten thousand years, You finally heard our prayers, and this day has finally come... woo woo..."

The trolls in the square fell to their knees, offering their faith to the blazing light in the sky, and some trolls even passed out because they were too excited.

The prayers were mixed with crying, which were tears of joy.

The high priest Tusul and the chief Zurazabu were also very excited, especially Tusul, as the most devout believer of the God of the Scorching Sun, the **** he had prayed for all his life, finally came before him, making him feel that even if he died now worth.

Tusul fell to his knees, trembling uncontrollably, breathing rapidly, and two lines of tears flowed from his eyes.

Zurazab was also ecstatic after being shocked.

"Praise the scorching sun!"

"Praise the scorching sun..."

A sound of prayers converged into a sound wave and rushed into the sky. Some hunting teams that rushed back from the forest saw the huge light above the city from a distance. They immediately turned over and jumped off their mounts, knelt down in the direction of the temple, and prayed loudly. .

"My people..."

A distant and ethereal voice resounded in the minds of all trolls, as if it came from the distant past, full of ancient and vicissitudes, but also contained fiery and vitality, making the trolls sway their hearts.

Hearing the voice of God, another group of trolls fell into a coma with excitement.

He sighed softly and said slowly: "In the 12,000 years that I slept, you have done very well. It was your persistent prayers that woke me up from my slumber. The hardships and difficulties of the Lie Sun tribe over the years. , I already know."

Tens of thousands of trolls all had sore noses. Many trolls cried out, and the square was suddenly filled with cries.

Tusul said loudly, "As long as you can wake up, everything will be worth it."

"Ugh……"

The trolls heard a sigh, "Thank you for your hard work."

After a pause, he said: "Since I have woken up, I will protect the Lie Sun Tribe. My power is not stable now, so I can't bestow too many blessings. I can only give priority to the believers who have contributed the most. Your priority in the future is to conquer other tribes. , let more tribes convert to my teachings, help me speed up recovery, restore the glory of the year, and let the Lie Sun tribe reach the pinnacle of the Gulaman Empire."

The voice fell, and the light in the sky burst out with thousands of divine rays of light.

There is a magical rune in each radiance, like raindrops, falling on the trolls and immediately melted into the soul.

All trolls who are blessed by divine arts are at least loyal believers, regardless of their strength, it only depends on their devotion to God.

The more devout believers, the more divine blessings they receive.

Most of the paladins who have obtained the magic are gathered in the middle of the square and the surrounding area, and their strength is relatively strong, but there are also a few believers outside the square, and they are not even present. soul.

The trolls who were bestowed with magic were ecstatic, and the years of faith and prayers were rewarded, and the fire of faith immediately became more blazing.

Tusul got the most magic spells, more than 30.

Chief Zurazabu also has more than 20 divine arts ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ second only to the high priest.

He felt the power of divine art, and heard the will of God, and his heart surged, as if he saw himself conquering countless troll tribes, defeating Kazlatakin, and ascending the throne of the city of gold to become the "king of trolls" scene.

"Follow your orders, my lord!"

Zurazabu responded loudly, and suddenly felt a strong aura. He turned his head and found that Corsaro was floating on the platform, with a pair of huge "Seraph Wings" spread out behind him, holding holy lights in his hands. The great sword is like the incarnation of God.

He immediately had a premonition that something was wrong, and combined with Corsaro's previous performance, his heart sank.

Sure enough, the voice of God resounded in his mind.

"Corsaro contributed the most important prayer before my awakening. Without his sacrifice, I would not be able to answer you until a hundred years later."

"For this reason, I choose Corsaro as my voter!"

"You can't resist."

Speaking of the latter, the voice of the gods became stern, full of unquestionable majesty. The trolls accepted this oracle in shock, and no one objected at all. In their hearts, there was only envy, and their devotion to Corsaro. awe.

Zurazabu was stunned, shocked and angry in addition to his loss.

Until the breath of God disappeared and the light in the sky dissipated, he couldn't say a word, watched Corsaro land in front of him, and said to himself seriously:

"Chief, please abdicate."

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