Warhammer Wizard

A torrent-like tide of holy light swept through the forest, engulfing the fleeing trolls, and instantly set their bodies on fire.

"what……"

The trolls let out a terrifying cry, but it was quickly subsided.

When the holy storm stopped, the paladins found themselves standing in an open field with a diameter of several hundred meters. There is no living thing but himself.

"The sun is shining!"

The paladins were stunned, and their eyes changed when they looked at Corsaro.

They have heard of the "Sacred Storm" in the ancient records of the tribe. It is said that in those days, only the most talented high-level paladins could master this top divine technique, but only after seeing it with their own eyes did they know that the power was so terrifying!

"Captain, and the troll is still alive!"

A sharp-eyed paladin pointed to the forest in the distance, where a team of troll hunters who had been on the outskirts narrowly escaped the confines of the holy storm.

In the other direction, there are also a few sporadic enemies rushing for their lives, all of which are relatively fast.

The four elite paladins immediately dispersed to catch up.

But when they just started, their eyes flashed and they found that the captain's figure had disappeared, as if it had transformed into a ray of light that instantly crossed hundreds of meters and appeared next to the enemy.

The great sword was swung, and the holy light erupted.

The high-level troll hunter only blocked one shot, and was cut in half in an instant.

The other troll hunters were horrified, but they did not take it easy in the desperate situation, and took advantage of the opportunity of Korsaro to kill the leader, shooting bows and spears.

Corsaro did not dodge or evade, letting the arrows hit him.

The "Bulwark of Holy Light" appeared on his armor, and the arrows and spears collided with it, and they shattered immediately, failing to cause any damage.

Killing the leader of the hunters with one sword, Corsaro inspired "momentary movement", and the figure appeared in the team of hunters, raising the sword with both hands and spinning at high speed, hitting a simple and unpretentious "blade storm" with dozens of bright flames attached The sword energy exploded, cutting the surrounding trolls into pieces.

Then, he used the "flash step" again, chased behind the enemy in the other direction, raised his knife and cut off his head.

Corsaro's figure flickered back and forth.

One second it was still in the east, and the next second it suddenly appeared in the west. Every time it appeared, an enemy died under his sword.

The eyes of the paladins could barely keep up with his speed, and even had the illusion that several Corsaro were chasing the enemy at the same time.

After more than a dozen breaths, the fleeing enemies were all beheaded.

With a flash of gold, Corsaro returned to his side.

The paladins couldn't believe what they saw. They were stunned for a few seconds before they came back to their senses, their eyes filled with awe and a bit of fanaticism.

"The sun is shining!"

A paladin asked in a trembling voice, "Captain, your strength..." He shook his head in disbelief. Even Chief Zurazabu didn't seem to have the strength of the captain, but he hesitated and didn't say anything. Export.

Not only him, but the paladins present had similar ideas.

"This is the power of magic!"

Corsaro saw the thoughts of the paladins, with a solemn and devout face, made a gesture of prayer, and said sternly: "My lord Anser resurrected us and gave me magic. He told me that the scorching sun has risen. Get up, go back to the sky!"

"Great!"

"The scorching sun is on... Finally, finally... We have waited for this day..." A devout Anser believer burst into tears.

Even though the miracle was in sight and fourteen trolls had come back from the dead, they were thrilled.

The paladins fell to their knees, raised their prayers to the sky, and praised the scorching sun.

The light in the sky gradually dissipated.

When it was calm, the sun trolls calmed down a little, and the vice-captain Kag looked at Korsaro.

He is an elite paladin who is second only to Corsaro in the team. He is in his forties and has experienced countless battles in his life. He is only one step away from being promoted to a high-level paladin. He was also a devout follower of the sun god, and died in battle after Corsaro fell, but did not hear the oracle during the resurrection.

Most importantly, he didn't get magic.

"Korsaro," Kaggar said with admiration but doubts on his face, "why are you the only one who got the magic, what about us?"

The other paladins were also refreshed when they heard the words.

That's right, everyone is Anser's believers, and they pray to God almost every day. Why is it that only the captain is blessed with divine magic?

Corsaro glanced at Kager. This vice-captain, apparently his deputy, was actually the eyeliner arranged by his grandfather.

Kager has also coveted the position of captain for a long time. As long as he is promoted to a high-level paladin, he will definitely challenge.

According to the tradition of the Sun Tribe, the victor is the captain.

"Humph."

Korsaro's gaze made Kag panic for a while, and he lowered his head and dared not look at each other. Then he said in a low voice: "God has blessed us all. In fact, you have already obtained magic. It's just that your talent is not enough, for the time being. I haven’t mastered it yet, it takes some practice.”

"Really?" the paladins doubted.

An elite paladin closed his eyes and entered a state of meditation. After a few breaths, his eyes opened, and a faint light appeared from his fingertips and fell on his body.

"Light of Restoration!" he exclaimed in surprise, "I can heal magic!"

Seeing this, the other paladins meditated one after another, and soon found out that this was true. They didn't even notice when there were more divine runes in their souls.

After a moment of groping, a few paladins successfully performed magic.

Although they are still very inexperienced, and most paladins have only mastered two or three divine arts, and some even have only one divine art, it is already a big surprise for the paladins. When they fully master the divine arts, they will The strength will be greatly increased.

Moreover, the magic symbolizes the blessing of God!

The paladins can all imagine that Anser has been resurrected now, and in the future, whether or not he masters magic will determine the status of paladins.

For more than 10,000 years, he was the first paladin to master divine arts!

Of course, the one most favored by God is the captain.

They only got two or three divine arts, but Korsaro has no idea how many divine arts they have mastered. Not only can they be performed immediately, but their power is terrifyingly powerful.

Paladins have heard of the Chosen legend, and Sun Priests often mention the Chosen in their prayers.

That is the spokesperson of God in the mortal world, even the incarnation of God!

"Could it be..."

A thought popped into the minds of the paladins uncontrollably, "Korsaro is favored by the gods and has become the chosen one?"

For a while, they had their own thoughts.

Vice-Captain Kag rolled his eyes, and when he looked up, his face had changed into a flattering expression, and said eagerly: "Captain, should we return to Salta immediately, bring back the good news that God has been resurrected, and tell the clan People announce?"

This proposal was immediately approved by the paladins.

Some trolls also said: "Maybe the tribe already knows about such a big movement."

"Then we should rush back, and quickly." Another tall troll said solemnly, "God must have conveyed the oracle to the captain, we must **** the captain back, and the captain will personally convey the oracle to the tribe. ."

Korsaro immediately gave the troll a high look.

In the battle just now, others called him "Carolyn", and he was also an elite paladin, and one of the four paladins who persisted to the end without being killed.

Caroling not only has outstanding strength, but also has a very keen political sense.

Corsaro nodded and said, "I did get an oracle that I need to convey to the tribe. However, the tribe does not yet know that the gods have been resurrected. For this matter, the gods have their own arrangements. Our task is to be safe. Return to Salta."

The paladins looked at each other and hesitated, but didn't ask.

A look of joy flashed in Carolyn's eyes, and he said eagerly, "Captain, we must go."

"Walk."

With a wave of his hand, Corsaro took the lead into the forest, returned to the place where he was initially ambushed by the enemy, and asked his men to retrieve the scattered mounts.

Like other troll tribes, the Lie Sun tribe will tame mounts. The paladin's mount is a "Direhorn Dragon". There are three sharp horns, one large and two small. The longest one in the middle is more than one and a half meters. There are also bone spurs on the tail, and the end is shaped like a heavy hammer.

The paladin's direhorn is also covered with golden heavy armor, which improves the defense to a higher level. A sturdy saddle is installed on the back, and up to four paladins can ride together.

Direhorns lived on herbivores and had a long stamina. Not only could they carry a large number of prey, but their fighting power was also extremely fierce.

Hundreds of direhorns charged, often breaking through enemy formations in one fell swoop.

Corsaro's hunting party is equipped with five direhorns.

The trolls of the headhunter tribe took a fancy to these mounts, so they deliberately kept their hands during the ambush and did not cause damage to the direhorn.

Eighteen paladins climbed onto their mounts and galloped toward Salta.

bang bang bang...

The footsteps of the direhorn disappeared in the forest, and soon disappeared in the forest.

Above the open space caused by the sacred storm, the figures of Ren and Sanguinius appeared and looked at each other. Everything was going according to their plan, and it was going well for the time being. The next step is the most important part of the plan.

But there was one more thing to do before Korsaro returned to the clan.

After a few minutes.

In a room on the mezzanine deck of the Augustus, the real Corsaro, whose corpse was illuminated by the "full resurrection," opened his eyes.

He got up blankly and found himself in an unfamiliar place.

This is a closed room, very bright. The soft light source comes from a strip crystal embedded in the ceiling. The walls and floor are as smooth and clean as mirrors. When I reach out and touch it, it feels cold to the touch, and they are all made of metal.

There are also some facilities in the room, which should be beds, tables and chairs, all made of metal.

"This is where?"

Corsaro murmured in a low voice, the pain and despair before his death still remained in his mind, and he quickly reached out and touched it, and found that the wound on his chest had healed, and his body had recovered as before.

If it wasn't for the damage to the armor, he almost suspected it was just a dream.

"Why didn't I die?"

Corsaro looked again at the room he was in and saw a door on one of the walls.

He wasn't quite sure, because the door was just an outline without a handle, and he tried it and couldn't open it. He tried hard, and holy light erupted in his hand. A faint light appeared in front of him, and he bounced off his hand, but the door and walls were intact.

"What is that?" Corsaro asked in surprise.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of him.

Corsaro had never seen such a race. The other party's body was similar to that of a troll. He stood on two legs and had a pair of arms, but his facial features were completely different from those of a troll. Just looking at it, Corsaro felt the terrifying aura of the other party as if struck by lightning.

This kind of power is more than a hundred times stronger than his grandfather Zurazabu.

He even suspected that this was a Loa!

Corsaro knelt down, trembling all over, and then heard a gentle voice say in troll language: "Corsaro, I will make a deal with you."

The suffocating pressure subsided.

Corsaro raised his head boldly and noticed that this Loa-like powerful existence wore a crown woven from golden leaves on his head, majestic, noble and mysterious, like a high emperor on the throne. Looking down on the people.

He calmed down and asked in a trembling voice, "Who are you?"

Then, Corsaro heard an answer that made him confused and completely incomprehensible: "I am one of the three major empires of mankind, the emperor of the Oriente Empire, Ren Augustus."

Humanity? Oriente? emperor?

Ren looked at the dazed troll and didn't explain it himself. He threw a few books of the history of Ellenus in front of Korsaro, took out a "Language Proficiency" scroll and tore it open, and blessed the troll. on his body, allowing him to read Orienne.

"We'll talk when you're finished."

Corsaro looked away from the book and found that Ren had disappeared.

He opened the first page of the book, and what caught his eye was a text that he didn't know, but it was amazing that he could read it. The first item in the catalog was "The Age of Trolls".

Before reading the first page, Corsaro fell into shock.

As the reading deepened ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ the troll's mind was shocked, and the room continued to gasp and scream.

"The sun is shining!"

New World, Old World, Era Change;

abyss! demon! God! Elf! dwarf! Humanity! empire……

When the real Corsaro was immersed in the history of Ellenus and the worldview was completely shattered, the disguised Corsaro had taken the team and quickly passed the forest all the way to the "Klera Mountains". "Salta at the foot.

The trolls of the Lie Sun tribe saw a hunting party, hurried into the city, galloped down the streets on a direhorn, and climbed the wide stone steps to the highest level of Salta, stopping at the blazing sun. on the square in front of the temple.

Soon, the thundering drums resounded throughout the city!

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