Warhammer Wizard

"Chief, please abdicate."

Corsaro's voice was quiet and his expression was calm, as if he was saying yes to a matter of course.

The trolls in the square heard clearly, and it was suddenly quiet.

Most of the trolls showed surprise on their faces. If it was before, they would feel arrogant. Korsaro is just a high-level paladin. He is so young and has nothing to contribute to the tribe. Why would he dare to force the chief to abdicate?

But now it's different.

God has awakened and has appointed Corsaro as his chosen one!

The trolls of the Lie Sun tribe have believed in the God of the Lie Sun for more than 30,000 years. In their minds, Anther is everything, and there is no self without God.

Especially today, the living environment of the tribe is difficult, and God is even more important.

The Chosen One is the spokesperson and incarnation of God, with a noble status and above the chief and the high priest. It is obviously reasonable for Corsaro to abdicate the chief and let him serve as the chief himself.

Even though Zurazabu has been the chief for hundreds of years and has great prestige, he has led the tribe to fight against many enemies and made great contributions, but his domineering style has made many trolls dissatisfied, but he is afraid of his strength. Dare to show it.

It would be nice to have another troll as chief.

Many trolls accepted it psychologically, but there was one troll who would never accept it, and that was Zurazab.

Zurazabu had just been shattered from his dream of becoming a troll king, when he suddenly heard Korsaro's words again, and was stunned for a few seconds.

Suddenly, he understood everything.

Zurazabu first looked at Tusul with a sneer on his face, then took two steps forward, staring down at Corsaro with a dangerous light in his eyes, and said solemnly, "I didn't hear what you said. ,Say it again?"

"Please abdicate the chief."

Corsaro was not afraid in the face of threats, "You are my grandfather, and in this relationship, I don't want to make the scene ugly."

"So you still know that I'm your grandfather." Zurazabu was unmoved, looked at Corsaro up and down again, and said with disdain, "I've seen your ambitions long ago, but it's like a river in a river. The thorny frog just wants to eat the eagle in the sky. Now you are lucky enough to be favored by the gods, and you are the chosen one, do you think you can force me to abdicate?"

Corsaro did not answer.

Zurazab added: "The oracle only made you a chosen one, but did not make you a chief. Do you think anyone can be a chief?"

He turned around and glanced at the trolls in the square.

Then he opened his hands and said loudly: "We are trolls, not brainless beasts. The Sun Tribe needs a strong and wise leader who can protect everyone and lead the tribe against those terrible enemies. Experience, wisdom, and more To have strength, this is obtained from hundreds of years of fighting and tempering, rather than relying on a cub that does not even have fangs!"

Zurazabu pointed to Corsaro, "People, maybe he is suitable to be a chosen one, but not a chief."

"If the gods have given an oracle for Corsaro to be the chief, I will abdicate immediately."

"But God didn't say that."

"I can only be the chief of the Lie Sun tribe." Zurazabu said decisively: "Only I am qualified to be the chief, and no one else can do it." When he said this, he meant something. Look at High Priest Tusul.

"The Chief is right!"

"Support the Chief!"

Zurazabu's words were immediately supported by many trolls, especially the paladins of the Sun's Edge, who took the lead in shouting in support.

And the troll who was eager to protect the master scolded: "Korsaro is nothing, he is just lucky, he is favored by God..." Before he finished speaking, he was stopped by the troll next to him, and he could support the chief, but It is disrespectful to God not to insult the Chosen One.

Most of the troll people were also moved by Zurazabu's words. After thinking about it carefully, it is true that such an important position as the chief cannot be given to a young man.

The situation was suddenly turned around.

Corsaro looked at the eyes that were both in awe and did not trust him very much, and then looked at Zurazabu, who was proud of the corner of his mouth, and laughed in his heart.

I have to say that Jiang is still old and hot, and Zurazabu got rid of the unfavorable situation with a few words and grasped the trend of public opinion.

However, this is exactly what I want.

As Zurazab said, as long as there is an oracle, he will abdicate immediately. God has spoken, the scorching sun troll will never object, and Zurazabu will not dare to disobey.

But I didn't do it myself.

First, because gods should not interfere in mortal affairs, Sanguinius has just usurped Ancer's identity, so he should act cautiously so as not to arouse the suspicion of believers.

The second is that he also needs a decent opportunity to go to the chief to stop the mouths of the troll people, and Zurazabu is an excellent object of prestige.

Zurazab's reaction was right.

Seeing that Corsaro didn't speak, Tusul thought he was powerless to fight back, so he couldn't help but feel a little anxious, and his mind changed abruptly and said: "Chief..."

But as soon as he spoke, he was interrupted by Corsaro.

"Grandfather is right." Korsaro's voice reached the ears of the trolls. "Being a chief requires experience, wisdom, and strength. I agree."

He paused and said with a smile: "However, I don't necessarily have to have these. Grandfather's experience and wisdom, will it disappear after I become a chief? And your experience and wisdom can also assist me. Leading the clan, I'll have these soon too, every troll has been young and has grown from battle step by step."

"As for strength..."

Corsaro showed a confident expression on his face, "Only strong strength can convince the public, so good! Why do you think that my strength is not as good as yours?"

Zurazabu looked startled, and then his eyes rose with joy.

"You want to challenge me?"

He knew that Corsaro had mastered a lot of magic, more than himself, but so what?

Before today, Corsaro was just a high-level paladin who had been promoted for two years. His strength ranked after the 100th in the tribe, and he could crush him with one finger. Even if he was blessed by God, his strength increased greatly , still did not break through to the Sun Warrior.

And it has been more than 400 years since he was promoted to the scorching sun warrior. In the 12,000 years after the fall of the gods, he was the most powerful chief in all dynasties!

Even taking into account the magic, Corsaro has just arrived at the magic today, and he is not skilled in the application, and the gap between the two sides in magic is not big.

A high-ranking paladin dares to challenge himself, that is his own death!

"good!"

Without any hesitation, Corsaro said loudly, "In the name of God, I, Corsaro, challenge Zurazabu, regardless of life or death, the victor will be the chief. Do you dare?"

"Okay." Zurazab agreed immediately.

He couldn't hide the joy on his face.

Corsaro's ambitions are inflated, and he covets the position of his chief, but he is the chosen one, and he does not dare to attack him at all. Sooner or later he will succeed.

Now Corsaro has challenged himself, killed him in a duel, and God can't hold him accountable.

Done!

Tusul didn't have time to stop it, and let out a helpless sigh.

The high-level paladins of the Frontier of the Sun looked at each other, some were happy, some were worried, but they all agreed on one thing, that this newly promoted God Chosen was stupid!

The troll populace is also not optimistic about Korsaro.

The strong strength of the chief has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and some trolls even think that the chief can resist some weaker Loa gods without temples.

Zurazab loudly ordered: "Open the 'Gurubak Arena'!"

more than an hour later.

The name "Gurubak" originated from the most glorious period in the history of the Lie Sun tribe. At that time, the southern continent was not blocked, and a troll king was born among the tribe, and a short-lived dynasty was established.

The arena is located on the bottom platform of Salta City. The building has a circular layout as a whole. In the middle is an open space with a diameter of nearly 300 meters. It is dug into the ground to a depth of 10 meters. The audience seats made of neat stones increased layer by layer, and dozens of huge obelisks stood on the edge of the arena at the highest point.

The entire arena can accommodate 100,000 troll spectators. At this time, it is almost full, and the voices are full of people.

The trolls talked a lot, and the topic revolved around the duel between the chief and the Chosen.

In the past, Gurubak often performed some duels and **** performances, but most of the participants were ordinary paladins and even captured troll slaves.

High paladins rarely appear in arenas, let alone chiefs.

While many trolls were concerned that the duel would affect the future of the clan, many more were filled with excitement.

The blood of trolls has a bloodthirsty and combative nature flowing in it. Even if they master the power of holy light and their bodies have evolved to a high degree, they still cannot change.

A paladin struggled to strike a giant gong placed high.

The time for a duel has come.

All the trolls couldn't help standing up, stretched their necks to look at the entrance of the field, the iron fences at both ends rose up, and two figures walked out.

On one side is Chief Zurazabu, and on the other is Corsaro.

Zurazabu is still wearing that thick and gorgeous armor, his whole body is golden light, his burly body casts a long shadow on the ground, a huge axe as big as a wheel is in his hand, and he walks step by step towards the middle of the arena. , The footsteps are steady and the momentum is like a mountain.

"The Chief will win!"

"The Chief will win..."

There was a burst of enthusiastic applause from the audience, led by Zanjin, the leader of the Chieftain Guard, the Sun Warrior who ranked third in strength.

Looking at Corsaro on the other side, the trolls glanced at each other and couldn't help looking at each other.

Corsaro had taken off the damaged armor, but did not put on a new one. Instead, he wore an ordinary leather armor, which had neither defense nor special effects. His weapon is still the two-handed great sword, which can only be regarded as an excellent weapon, more than one grade worse than the Chief's "Lightbreaker" battle axe.

The difference in momentum and appearance between the two sides is like a world of difference.

But it is not that no one supports Corsaro.

His hunting team, who had seen with his own eyes the terrifying strength of the captain when he eliminated the enemy, had great confidence in Corsaro.

Even Karg, who had been sent to monitor Corsaro, did not report the truth to the chief.

However, there were only a dozen of them, and their support was drowned out by the cheers of tens of thousands of trolls, and they couldn't make a splash in the Nuo Arena.

The two were close on the field.

Zurazabu squinted and looked at Corsaro for a few seconds, and suddenly said: "Corsaro, you are my descendant no matter what, if you ask me for mercy later, and announce in public that you will never Compete for the position of chief, and I can save your life."

Corsaro was a little surprised.

Because the Eye of the Soul sensed that Zurazab was telling the truth, he did intend to do so.

But after thinking about it, I understand that Zuzalab's tolerance is not because of the blood relationship between the two, he is afraid of Anser.

In any case, it is unwise to kill God's chosen people. Maybe Anther will not be angry for a while, but in the future it is uncertain, and it is also a stain in the eyes of the troll people, which is very important for him to continue as chief. unfavorable.

Corsaro said quietly: "Maybe it's you who should beg for mercy."

"Insanity!"

Zurazabu couldn't hold back his anger, did he really think I wouldn't dare to kill you? In order to keep the position of chief, he will kill any opponent who stands in his way!

He stopped talking, took dozens of steps back, and nodded to the high platform outside the arena.

The paladin raised his gavel and struck the gong.

The first sound sounded, and Zurazabu surged with the power of holy light, and quickly blessed himself with magic. Although he had just obtained the divine art for only an hour, the time was enough to explore, and he had initially mastered a few relatively simple divine art applications.

Light of Power, Holy Infusion, Echo of Light, Spinning Light.

Zurazabu was shrouded in a rich light, his body shimmering, making it difficult for the trolls in the audience to look directly.

The vast majority of trolls saw the magic spell for the first time, and they were immediately excited and envious.

"The Chief will win!"

The paladins let out a burst of shouts.

The second sound of the gong sounded, and the rule of the Gurubak Arena is that when the three gongs are sounded, both sides on the field can start.

At this time, Corsaro burst into a more dazzling holy light, his body soared to three meters high, taller and stronger than Zurazabu on the opposite side, his muscles swelled, containing terrible power. What puzzled the trolls was that the leather armor on Corsaro's body was also enlarged, and it was not broken, and the two-handed sword in his hand also became larger and longer, becoming a giant sword.

The trolls were still puzzled when they saw a set of golden armor appearing outside Korsaro's body.

The shape of this armor is very simple, simple and natural, and it perfectly fits Corsaro's body posture~www.readwn.com~ The armor is composed of many parts, and it is impossible to tell what material it is. The armor made by the craftsmen of the tribe is of a completely different style.

One after another divine arts fell one after another, and Corsaro quickly blessed himself.

His breath rose sharply, a pair of huge wings spread out behind his back, and his eyes spurted out a sacred flame that was as solid as gold.

An extremely fiery high temperature spread out.

The giant sword in his hand also ignited this high-temperature flame, and the temperature in the arena soared wildly.

In an instant, Korsaro's power skyrocketed to a shocking level, and Zurazabu, who was standing on the opposite side, suddenly changed his face.

But he had no time to say anything.

The moment the third gong sounded, Corsaro disappeared.

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