Chapter 1051

Name:Warhammer Wizard Author:Emperor
Boom! Boom! Boom...

The rapid and thick sound of the drum resounded through the sky, spreading from the highest point to the entire Salta. The trolls in the city were stunned for a moment when they heard the sound of the drum, and turned their heads to look at the Burning Sun Temple on the mountain. Go to the temple as fast as you can.

On the square in front of the Burning Sun Temple, teams of temple guards rushed out to organize and clear a large open space in the middle of the square.

Tusul and Corsaro stood in the middle.

The high priest of the temple had already put on a gorgeous and heavy armor, shining golden light, and holding a nearly three-meter-long Scorching Sun Spear, he looked more like a paladin than a priest. The only thing that symbolized the priesthood was a thick gold necklace worn around his neck, well-made, strung with twelve crystals, engraved with sun runes.

Surrounded by the elite temple guards around Tusul, there are more than a dozen high-ranking paladins and dozens of sun priests, all of whom are well-equipped and exude a strong power of holy light.

These trolls are the backbone of the temple, and the high priest is the confidence to counter the chief.

Corsaro glanced over them.

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

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

More and more trolls gathered in the square. Across the queue formed by the temple guards, they looked at the high priest with nervous eyes and whispered to the trolls around him.

bang bang bang...

There was a sound of heavy and orderly footsteps.

Tusul looked over, and the crowd in the square automatically made way for a passage, and a troll who was taller and burly than all the trolls strode forward.

The armor he wears is like a golden fortress, with complex shapes and extremely gorgeous, from the helmet to the boots are dotted with many runes, feathers and scales, and the armor is covered with traces of repair. In the eyes of the troll, it is the glory brought by the battle. , each trace represents a great victory.

The armor weighing at least three thousand pounds did not affect the troll's footsteps at all.

A wheel ax hangs behind his back.

In Corsaro's field of vision, this troll was like a small moving sun, the power of the holy light was extremely dazzling, even though it had been restrained as much as possible, it still exuded a suffocating pressure.

According to the standards of human superhumans, at least nine times of soul change, reaching level 30 or above!

This troll is the ruler of the Sun Tribe and the strongest, the original Kortharo's grandfather, Chief Zurazab.

"Chief!"

"Meet the Chief!"

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

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

These holy warriors are all elites, and a tall troll following Zurazab is also a strong holy rank, one of the three scorching sun warriors of the tribe, named "Zanjin", he is younger than the chief and the high priest Many of them have been promoted to Sun Warriors for only a few decades, and their qualifications are relatively low, but they are extremely trusted by the chief.

Below Zanjin is a group of high-level paladins, numbering hundreds, and each high-level paladin brings his own team, including the chief's personal guard, hunting team, and patrol team.

Due to the rush of time, Zurazab 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 chieftain.

Zurazab led only more than a hundred of the chief's personal guards, passed through the crowd of trolls, and quickly walked to the middle of the square to come to him.

"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 scorching sun, it can be played when the high priest thinks it is necessary to summon the tribe without telling the chief in advance, but in the past, Tusul would discuss it with him every time, and then Drumming.

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

When he was asking questions, his sharp eyes swept over Tusul and landed on Corsaro.

"Corsaro, what are you doing here?"

"And your hunting team, why did you come back early? Why didn't you report to me? Huh?" Zurazab's momentum was extremely oppressive, and he asked repeated questions, which made the paladins in the team panicked, and even two The three bodies trembled.

Only Corsaro remained calm, "The chief will know later."

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

The two are grandparents.

Although he was very alienated and didn't take it very seriously before, Corsaro never dared to talk to himself like this, as if he had changed to a troll.

Zurazab immediately determined that what happened today had something to do with Corsaro.

He was continuing to press for questioning when he heard Tusur's voice: "Chief, the Drum of the Sun was set up just for this day. Please don't worry, Chief. After the clansmen arrive, an important news will be announced. Our tribe."

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

"cannot."

Tusuer shook his head and refused, and said meaningfully: "This news is too important, and it must be announced to all the tribes. The chief will be very happy when he learns about it." Seeing Zurazabu still questioning, he emphasized : "It's not me who made this decision, but someone more noble than Duo."

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

And that important news that concerns the entire tribe?

Faintly, Zurazab had a vague idea in his 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.

Groups of trolls climbed up the highest platform from the city and entered the square of the Temple of the Burning Sun, and the leader of the chieftain's Scorching Sun's Edge also arrived continuously.

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

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

Many hunting teams did not have time to notify, and the city could not be completely evacuated. Some paladins in charge of city defense had to stay at their posts and could not leave easily.

After more than half an hour.

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

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

"Praise the sun!"

Tusur faced the entrance of the temple, spread his hands out, put his arms at the height of his waist, raised his chin, looked up at the sky, opened his eyes wide, and prayed loudly.

This is the most standard praying posture for God of Burning Sun.

"Praise the sun!"

All the trolls followed suit and shouted out neatly.

At this moment, whether it is the chief, the paladin, or the ordinary troll without the power of the holy light, their faces are full of piety, praying to the god who has been worshiped for tens of thousands of years.

Three times in a row.

The trolls are no strangers to this. Every important ceremony and prayer ceremony of the tribe starts with three times of "praise the scorching sun" before getting down to business.

But this time, the high priest went straight down after praying.

Under the surprised eyes of the troll, a strange paladin stepped onto the platform. He looked very young, and the armor on his body showed his strength. He was a high-ranking paladin.

"who is he?"

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

The trolls couldn't help whispering and showing puzzled faces, but many trolls recognized him and said in a low voice: "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 just saw him bring his team back from the forest, but there was no prey, and he ran to the temple on a Direhorn."

"Did something happen to them?"

The trolls speculated.

Chief Zurazab heard these discussions. In fact, while waiting for the convening of the tribe, the paladins under him had already reported Corsaro's abnormal behavior, 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. Under the eyes of everyone, Corsaro took a breath and said, "My clansmen, I am Corsaro."

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

"today."

Corsaro said: "My hunting team 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 all stunned, unable to understand.

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

The chief Zurazab also looked puzzled, and subconsciously thought that Corsaro had something wrong with his brain and was talking nonsense here?

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and his whole body froze instantly.

He knows!

Corsaro's voice suddenly rose, suppressing the noisy doubts, and continued like thunder, "But we have been resurrected and killed all the enemies. I can stand here and speak to everyone, because I want to express my gratitude to the tribe. Conveying an oracle—"

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

boom!

Corsaro's words were like a thunderbolt, which exploded in the ears of the trolls, making all the trolls dizzy and their minds go blank.

The square was quiet for a second, and then franticly boiled.

The reactions of the trolls are different, some are excited, some are shocked, some are excited, some are ecstatic, but there are also doubts, some are unbelievable and disbelief. The most reaction is to stand there, not knowing how to deal with this heavy news.

clatter...

Immediately after the initial reaction, tens of thousands of trolls flocked to the platform in the middle of the square, agitated and yelling, but because of the large number of people, it was impossible to hear what they were saying.

The crowd was surging, each hand reaching out to Corsaro.

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

Boom!

There was a loud noise in the sky, shaking the void.

A group of rays of light more dazzling than the sun suddenly appeared high above the sky, exuding a sacred and majestic aura. A terrifying coercion enveloped the temple of the scorching sun and even the entire Salta, and felt unprecedented divine power.

The trolls were both familiar and unfamiliar with this breath, and then they all knelt down.

"Praise the sun!"

"Praise the sun!"

"Great Anser, you have finally woken up..." The fanatical believer in the scorching sun prayed loudly, with tears streaming down his face, and howled, "Woooooo...my lord, for more than 10,000 years, You have finally heard our prayers, this day has finally come... woo woo woo..."

The trolls in the square knelt down and offered their beliefs to the blazing light in the sky. Some trolls even passed out because of being too excited.

The prayers were mixed with cries, tears of joy.

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

Tusur knelt down on the ground, trembling uncontrollably, short of breath, and two lines of tears flowed out of his eyes.

After Zurazab was shocked, his face was also ecstatic.

"Praise the sun!"

"Praise the scorching sun..."

The sound of prayer gathered into a sound wave and went straight to the sky. Some hunting teams who came back from the forest saw the huge light over the city from a distance, turned over and jumped off their mounts, knelt down towards the temple, and prayed loudly .

"My people..."

A distant and misty voice rang in the minds of all the trolls, as if it came from the distant past, full of antiquity and vicissitudes, but also full of blazing and vitality, which made the trolls shake their hearts.

Hearing the voice of God, another group of trolls fell into a coma due to their faith.

He sighed softly, and said slowly: "During the 12,000 years of my sleep, you have done a good job. It is your unremitting prayer that made me wake up from my deep sleep. The hardships and difficulties of the Lieyang tribe these years , I already know."

Tens of thousands of trolls had sore noses, and many trolls cried directly, and the square was filled with crying.

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

"well……"

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

After a pause, he continued: "Since I have awakened, I will protect the Lieyang tribe. My divine power is not stable now, and I cannot bless too much. I can only give priority to granting divine arts to believers who have contributed the most. Your first priority in the future is to conquer other tribes." , Let more people convert to my teachings, help me speed up recovery, regain the glory of the year, and let the Lieyang tribe reach the pinnacle of the Guraman Empire."

After the words fell, the ray of light in the sky burst into thousands of holy lights.

There is a magical rune in each ray of brilliance, like raindrops, falling on the trolls and immediately melting into their souls.

All trolls who have been blessed by divine magic are at least loyal believers, regardless of their strength, it only depends on their devotion to the gods.

The more pious the believer, the more divine blessings he will receive.

Most of the paladins who received divine magic gathered in the middle of the square and nearby areas, and their strength was relatively strong. However, there were also a few believers who were outside the square, and they were not even present. The divine magic radiance flew directly to the outside of the city, accurately integrating into the target believers soul.

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

Tusur got the most divine spells, more than thirty.

The chief Zulazab also has more than 20 divine arts, second only to the high priest.

Feeling the power of divine arts and hearing the will of God, he felt a surge of emotion, as if he saw himself conquering countless troll tribes, defeating Kazra Takin, and ascending the throne of the Golden City to become the "King of Trolls" scene.

"Obey, my lord!"

Zurazab responded loudly, and suddenly felt a strong aura. He turned his head and saw that Corsaro was floating on the platform, with a pair of huge "Seraphim Wings" spread out behind him, holding a sword filled with holy light. His great sword is like the incarnation of God.

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

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

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

"For this reason, I hand-pick Corsaro as my electorate!"

"You must not disobey."

After speaking, the voice of the god became stricter, full of unquestionable majesty. The trolls accepted the oracle in shock, and no one objected at all. They only had envy in their hearts and respect for Corsaro. awe.

Zurazab, on the other hand, looked astonished, and was surprised and angry when he was disappointed.

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

"Chief, please abdicate."