Chapter 1049

A torrent of holy light swept across the forest, engulfed the fleeing trolls, and instantly set their bodies on fire.

"ah……"

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

When the holy storm stopped, the paladins found themselves standing in an open field with a diameter of hundreds of meters. The trees, thorns and miscellaneous trees were all burned clean, and even the ground was burnt with a layer of glaze, which could be seen at a glance. There is no living thing but itself.

"The sun is burning!"

The paladins were dumbfounded, and the way they looked at Corsaro changed.

They have heard of the "Holy 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-notch magic, but only after seeing it with their own eyes did they know that its power was so terrifying!

"Captain, the troll is still alive!"

A sharp-eyed paladin pointed to the forest in the distance. It was a group of troll hunters who were already on the outskirts, and managed to escape the range of the holy storm.

In another direction, there are also a few sporadic enemies running for their lives, and they are all relatively fast.

The four elite paladins immediately scattered to catch up.

But they had just started, and in a flash before their eyes, they found that the figure of the captain disappeared, as if turning into a ray of light, it spanned hundreds of meters in an instant, and appeared next to the enemy.

The great sword swung, and the holy light burst out.

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

The other troll hunters were terrified, but they did not let go in the desperate situation. Taking the opportunity of Corsaro to kill the leader, they shot bows and spears.

Corsaro did not dodge or dodge, letting the arrow hit him.

A "Holy Light Barrier" appeared on his armor, and when the arrows and spears hit it, they immediately shattered into powder, causing no damage.

Killing the leader of the hunters with one sword, Corsaro activated "teleportation", and his figure appeared among the hunters. He raised his sword with both hands and spun at high speed, and played a simple "blade storm", with dozens of bright flames attached. The sword energy burst out, cutting the surrounding trolls into pieces.

Then, he used "flash step" again, chased behind the enemy in another direction, raised the knife in his hand, and chopped 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 again. Every time it appeared, enemies died under his sword.

The eyes of the paladins almost couldn't keep up with his speed, and they even had an illusion that several Corsaros were chasing the enemy at the same time.

After a dozen breaths, all the fleeing enemies were killed.

With a flash of golden light, 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 were filled with awe and a bit of fanaticism.

"The sun is burning!"

A paladin asked tremblingly: "Captain, your strength..." He shook his head in disbelief. Even Chief Zurazab didn't seem to be as powerful as the captain, but he hesitated for a while and didn't say anything. exit.

Not only him, but all the paladins present had similar thoughts.

"This is the power of divine arts!"

Corsaro saw the thoughts of the paladins, with a solemn and pious face, made a gesture of prayer, and said solemnly: "My Lord Anser resurrected us and gave me magic. He told me that the scorching sun has risen." Rise, return to the sky!"

"Very good!"

"The sun is shining... Finally, finally... We have waited until this day..." A devout Anser believer broke down in tears.

Although the miracle was at hand, and fourteen trolls had experienced the resurrection from the dead, they were still very excited.

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

The ray of light in the sky gradually dissipated.

After the calm, the scorching sun trolls also calmed down a little, and the vice-captain Karg looked at Corsaro.

He is an elite paladin in the team whose strength is second only to Corsaro. 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 God of the Burning Sun. He died in battle after Corsaro fell, but he did not hear the oracle during his resurrection.

Most importantly, he didn't get magic spells.

"Korsaro," Kag said with envy but doubts on his face, "Why are you the only one who got the magic spell, what about us?"

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

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

Corsaro glanced at Kag, the vice-captain, on the surface, was his deputy, but in fact he was the eyeliner arranged by his grandfather.

Karg 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 him.

According to the tradition of the Lie Sun tribe, the winner is the captain.

"snort."

Corsaro's gaze made Kag panic for a while, and he lowered his head, not daring to look at each other, and then said softly: "God has blessed us all, in fact, you have already obtained divine magic. It's just that your talent is not enough, for the time being Haven't mastered it yet, needs some practice."

"Really?" The paladins were dubious.

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

"Light of Restoration!" He exclaimed in surprise, "I can heal God!"

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

After a moment of groping, several paladins successfully performed divine spells.

Although they are still very unskilled, 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 paladins. The strength will increase dramatically.

Moreover, magic symbolizes the blessing of God!

All the paladins can imagine that now that Anser has been resurrected, the status of paladins will be determined by whether or not they master divine arts in the tribe in the future.

For more than 10,000 years, I am the first batch of paladins who have mastered divine arts!

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

They only obtained two or three divine spells, but Corsaro mastered an unknown number of divine spells. Not only could they cast them immediately, but they were also terrifyingly powerful.

The paladins have all heard the legend of the chosen one, and the priests of the sun often mention the chosen one in their prayer ceremonies.

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

"Could it be..."

A thought could not be restrained in the minds of the paladins, "Korsaro has been favored by the gods and has become the chosen one?"

For a while, they had their own thoughts.

The vice-captain Kag rolled his eyes, and when he looked up, his face had already changed into a flattering expression, and he said eagerly: "Captain, should we go back to Salta immediately, bring back the good news that God has been resurrected, and report to the clan?" People announced?"

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 escort the captain back, and the captain will personally convey the oracle to the tribe .”

Corsaro immediately gave the troll a high look.

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

Carolingian was not only outstanding in strength, but also had a keen political sense.

Corsaro nodded, and said: "I did get an oracle, and I need to convey it to the tribe. However, the tribe does not know that the god has been resurrected. God has arranged for this matter. Our task is to be safe. Return to Salta."

The paladins looked at each other, hesitated to speak, and finally did not ask.

A gleam of joy flashed in Carolin's eyes, and he said eagerly, "Captain, we have to go."

"Walk."

With a wave of his hand, Corsaro led the way into the forest, returning to the place where he was ambushed by the enemy at first, and asked his men to retrieve the scattered mounts.

Like other troll tribes, the Lieyang tribe can domesticate mounts. The mount of the paladin is a "Direhorn", with a body length of about four meters, four limbs on the ground, a thick bone plate on both sides and top of the neck, and a forehead. Three pointed horns, one big and two small, the longest one in the middle was more than one and a half meters long, and there were also bony spurs on the tail, the end of which was shaped like a heavy hammer.

The paladin's Direhorn is also covered with golden heavy armor, which improves its defense to a higher level, and a solid saddle is installed on its back, allowing up to four paladins to ride together.

Direhorn lived on herbivores and had long stamina. Not only could it carry a large amount of prey, but it was also extremely fierce in combat.

Hundreds of Direhorn charge, often breaking through enemy formations in one fell swoop.

Corsaro's hunting party was equipped with five direhorn.

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

Eighteen paladins mounted their mounts and galloped toward Saltar.

bang bang bang...

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

Over the clearing created by the holy storm, the figures of Ren and Sanguinius appeared, and they looked at each other. Everything was going according to their own plan, and it was going well for the time being. Next, is the most important part of the plan.

But before Corsaro returned to the tribe, there was one more thing to do.

A few minutes later.

In a room on the mid-deck of the Augustus, the real Corsaro, whose corpse was illuminated by the "complete resurrection technique", opened his eyes.

He got up in a daze and found himself in a strange place.

This is a closed room, very bright, and the soft light source comes from a strip of crystal embedded in the ceiling. The walls and the ground are as smooth and clean as a mirror. When you touch it with your hand, it feels cold to the touch. 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 death still remained in his mind, he quickly stretched out his hand to touch it, and found that the injury on his chest had healed, and his body was back to normal.

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

"Why am I not dead?"

Corsaro looked again at the room he was in, and saw a door in one wall.

He was not sure, because the door was just an outline, without a handle, and he tried it and found it couldn't be opened. He tried hard, the holy light erupted in his hand, a faint light appeared in front of his eyes, and he flicked his hand away, but the door and the wall were intact.

"What is that?" Corsaro wondered.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of him.

Corsaro had never seen such a race before. The body shape of the opponent was similar to that of a troll. He stood on two legs and had a pair of arms, but his appearance and facial features were completely different from those of a troll. Just glanced at it, and Corsaro felt like he was struck by lightning, and felt the terrifying aura on the opponent.

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

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 coercion subsided.

Corsaro bravely raised his head and noticed this powerful existence like a loa, wearing a crown woven of golden leaves on his head, majestic, noble, mysterious, like a high-ranking emperor on the throne Looking down at the people.

He collected himself and asked tremblingly, "Who are you?"

Then, Corsaro heard a reply that made him confused and completely incomprehensible: "I am one of the three great empires of mankind, the emperor of the Orienth Empire, Rein Augustus."

Humanity? Orienth? emperor?

Ren looked at the bewildered troll, but didn't explain it himself. He threw a few Ellenus history books in front of Corsaro, took out a scroll of "Language Proficiency" and tore it open, and blessed it on the troll. body, so that he can understand Orion language.

"We'll talk after you finish reading."

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

He opened the first page of the book, and what caught his eyes was a language that he didn't know, but it was amazing that he could understand it. The first entry on the catalog was "Troll Era".

Before finishing the first page, Corsaro was in shock.

As the reading progressed, the troll's mind was shaken to pieces, and there were gasps and exclamations in the room.

"The sun is burning!"

New continent, old continent, era change;

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

When the real Corsaro was immersed in the history of Elleneus and his world view was completely shattered, the disguised Corsaro had already led the team through the forest and arrived at the "Kelera Mountains". "Salta underfoot.

The trolls of the Liege tribe saw a hunting team rushing into the city, galloping through the streets on a direhorn, climbing the wide stone steps to the highest level of Salta, and stopping at Liege. In the square in front of the temple.

Soon, the thundering drums resounded throughout the city!