Warhammer Wizard

That night, Astarte held a grand dinner.

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

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

Rennes had long known that the conditions were difficult, so he prepared a dozen boxes of good spirits on the airship.

The rich aroma of wine exudes, evoking the gluttons of many barbarians. When they drank the wine from the empire, their eyes brightened and their expressions were intoxicated.

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

"Hiccup... Brothers, it's not that I brag to you. I drink three or four pots of wine like this every day in Glamorgan. It's nothing..."

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

Sikaius said, "We were in Wezeland... Wezeland that time, do you know? It's a floating city. The whole city is flying in the sky. It belongs to a great saint." The soul wizard, that is, the boss's teacher..."

"A lot of undead, at least hundreds of thousands, came and surrounded us like sea water..."

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

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

Sicarius grabbed the machine gun, held it 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 thirteen brothers and the boss blocked the army of tens of thousands of undead 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 Legend. Hey, you have to believe me. As long as you have tried the Lanqing Gun, you are absolutely unwilling to let go. The javelin is not worthy to carry shoes. I have not 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 Rennes, the monthly salary is more than two hundred 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 a well-equipped training ground Training here, your strength is getting stronger day by day, and you will be promoted to legend 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 frequently peeked at Rennes, if it wasn't for Marius to be there, they could not wait to jump over, and immediately swear to join the ranks of extreme fighters.

Renn 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 legendary barbarian's soul kept changing, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

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

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

The stone house is in poor condition, incomparable to Rennes's castle, but it is a rare safe place on the plateau.

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

No words for a night.

Early the next morning, Renn was still used to getting up to meditate. He had a barbecue breakfast delivered by the barbarian, and a guard next to Marius came in.

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

"it is good."

Ren looked at this guard. He was strong, with muscular muscles, and a heavy iron sword on his back. He was a high-level barbarian warrior. But the Eye of Soul saw that his original symbiosis talent had been used.

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

"My 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. He didn't expect that even Marius' symbiosis would be tempted.

What would Marius feel if he knew it?

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." Renn nodded slightly, "but this requires the consent of your patriarch, which has not yet been determined."

The barbarian guard's eyes lightened 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: "The patriarch has been in the temple last night."

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

The appearance of the Astarte Temple is very magnificent. Twenty huge stone pillars prop up the white dome, and a tall tower takes the dome as the base and plunges into the sky.

Under each stone pillar, there are elite barbarian warriors guarded.

They wore metal armors, the best equipped among the Magraq tribe, and when they saw Renn coming, they cast a surprised look at him.

Dulan took Renn up the steps, stopped at the door of the temple, and shouted: "Patriarch, Lord Lord is here."

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

"Lord Servants, please."

Ren didn't go in immediately. He stood outside the open temple door and looked inside. He was 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 seldom encountered such a situation, usually because the target's power level was much higher than his own.

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

The Eye of Soul observed Dulan and the barbarian guards at the entrance of the temple again. Their emotions were normal, curiosity, surprise, and yearning were mixed together, 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.

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

Going around the embossed stone carvings blocking the front, like a wall, 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 makes people feel 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 four to five meters high, with sharp edges and corners, and extremely skilled craftsmanship. It is not like a mortal can make, with a giant sitting on it.

The giant was wearing golden armor but no helmet, and his face was simple and handsome, like the temperament printed on a gold coin, with 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 giant sword that was more than two meters tall. The giant sword was inserted in front of the throne, between his feet, and his expression was natural and lifelike.

At first glance, this is a deity produced by the most superb carving master.

An aura of majesty radiated from the idol and filled the interior of the temple, and people couldn't help but worship him.

However, Rehn was able to see the truth that ordinary people could not 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.

"Fuck!"

This **** thing is not a **** at all, but the real body of a god!

Renn caught off guard.

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

Ren didn't know what others saw the gods look like, but in his eyes, the giants on the throne were like the same sun. Every ray of light emitted was divine power, which made his mind tremble, his eyes were stimulated, and his brain crashed. After a few seconds, tears flowed down.

At this moment, the illusion on the surface of the **** faded.

Ren vaguely saw a terrifying wound on the god's neck~www.ltnovel.com~ It seemed to be penetrated by a sharp weapon, and black blood flowed out. The divine power kept repairing the wound, but it could not heal it.

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

The throne under him is not mortal.

Reyne looked away and found that the space where the throne was located was still, and the energy of time and space was frozen, not only covering the terrible breath of the gods, but also stopping time, making him always in danger, unable to recover or immediately. Fall down.

He has guessed the identity of the god.

The former **** of loyalty and glory has now lost the priesthood of glory, and his official name is changed to Gilman, the **** 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 barbarian patriarch stood up, looked back at Ren, and said with a serious expression: "I agree with you to recruit extreme fighters in Astarte."