Chapter 1052

"Chief, please abdicate."

Corsaro's voice was not loud, and his expression was very calm, as if he was saying yes for granted.

The trolls in the square heard it clearly, and there was a sudden silence.

Most of the trolls showed surprise on their faces. If it was before, they would feel arrogant. Corsaro is just a high-ranking paladin. He is so young and has made little contribution to the tribe. Why dare he force the chieftain to abdicate?

But now it's different.

God has awakened and appointed Corsaro as His chosen one!

The trolls of the Lie Sun tribe have believed in the God of Lie Sun for more than 30,000 years. In their minds, Anser 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 the god, with a noble status, above the chief and the high priest. It is obviously reasonable for Corsaro to let the chief abdicate and let himself be the chief.

Even though Zurazab has been the chieftain for hundreds of years, he has great prestige, led the tribe to fight against many enemies, and made great contributions, but his domineering style made many trolls feel dissatisfied, but they were afraid of his inferior strength. Dare to show it.

It would be nice if a troll could be replaced as chief.

Many trolls accept this psychologically, but one troll never accepts it, and that's Zurazab.

Zurazab had just been shattered from his dream of becoming the king of trolls, when he heard Corsaro's words again, he was stunned for a few seconds.

Suddenly, he understood everything.

Zurazab first looked at Tusul with a sneer on his face, then took two steps forward, condescendingly staring at Corsaro with a dangerous gleam in his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "I didn't hear what you said clearly. ,Say it again?"

"The chief please abdicate."

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

"So you still know that I am your grandfather." Zurazab was unmoved, looked Corsaro up and down again, and said with disdain: "I have seen your ambition for a long time, but it is like a river. The thorny frog just wants to eat the eagle in the sky. Now that you are lucky enough to be favored by God and become the God's Chosen One, do you think you can force me to abdicate?"

Corsaro didn't answer.

Zurazab said again: "The oracle only made you the chosen one, but did not let you be the chief. Do you think anyone can be the chief?"

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

Then he opened his hands and said loudly: "We are trolls, not mindless beasts. The Lieyang tribe needs a strong and wise leader who can protect everyone and lead the tribe against those terrible enemies. He must have experience, wisdom, and more. You must have strength, which is obtained from hundreds of years of fighting and training, rather than relying on a cub that has not even grown its fangs!"

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

"If God issues an oracle to let Corsaro become the chieftain, I will abdicate immediately."

"But God didn't say that."

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

"The Chief is right!"

"Support the Chief!"

Zurazab's words immediately won the support of many trolls, especially the paladins of the Scorching Edge, who took the lead in shouting for support.

There was also a troll who was eager to protect the lord and scolded: "Korsaro is nothing, he is just lucky, and he was favored by the gods..." 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 Zurazab's words. After thinking about it carefully, it is true that such an important position as the chief cannot be handed over to a young man.

The situation was immediately reversed.

Corsaro looked at the pair of eyes that were both in awe and did not trust him very much, and then looked at Zurazab who was showing complacency at the corner of his mouth, and smiled inwardly.

It has to be said that Jiang is really old and hot, and Zurazab got rid of the unfavorable situation with a few words and grasped the direction of public opinion.

However, this is exactly what I want.

As Zurazab said, as long as there is an oracle, he will abdicate immediately. The gods have spoken, the scorching sun troll will never object, and Zurazab dare not disobey.

But I didn't do it myself.

One is that it is not appropriate for gods to interfere in mortal affairs. Sanguinius has just usurped Anser's identity, so he should act cautiously so as not to arouse the suspicion of believers.

The second is that I also need a chance to be the chief in an upright manner, to stop the mouths of the troll people, and Zurazab is an excellent target for standing up.

Zurazab's reaction was exactly what he wanted.

Seeing that Corsaro didn't speak, Tusul felt that he was powerless to fight back, so he couldn't help feeling a little anxious, and said in a hurry, "Chief..."

But just as he opened his mouth, he was interrupted by Corsaro.

"Grandfather is right." Corsaro's voice reached the ears of the trolls. "Being a chief needs experience, wisdom, and strength. I agree with this."

He paused, and said with a smile: "However, I don't necessarily have to have these. Will my grandfather's experience and wisdom disappear after I become a chief? And your experience and wisdom can also assist me. Leading the tribe, I will have these soon, every troll was young and grew up from the battle step by step."

"As for strength..."

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

Zurazab was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes lit up with joy.

"You want to challenge me?"

He knew that Corsaro had mastered many divine arts, more than himself, but so what?

Before today, Corsaro was just a high-ranking paladin who had been promoted for two years. His strength ranked below the hundred in the tribe, and he could crush him to death with one finger. Even with the blessing of 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 Lie Sun Warrior, and in the 12,000 years since the gods fell, he is the most powerful chief in all dynasties!

Even considering the divine arts, Corsaro has just learned the divine arts today, and he is not proficient in using them. The difference in the divine arts between the two sides is not big.

A high-ranking paladin who dares to challenge himself is looking for his own death!

"good!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Corsaro said loudly: "In the name of God, I, Corsaro, challenge Zurazab. Regardless of life or death, the victor will be the chief. Do you dare?"

"Okay." Zurazab immediately agreed.

He couldn't hide his joy on his face.

Corsaro's ambitions swelled, and he coveted his position as the chief, but he was the chosen one, so he didn't dare to attack him at all, and he couldn't sleep well at night. Let Corsaro grow up, and his strength became stronger day by day. Sooner or later he will succeed.

Now Corsaro challenged himself, killed him in a duel, and the gods could not hold him accountable.

It's over!

Tusuer had no time to stop, and let out a helpless sigh.

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

The troll populace is also not optimistic about Corsaro.

The chief's powerful strength 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 ordered loudly: "Open the 'Gurubak Arena'!"

After more than an hour.

The name "Gulabak" originated from the most glorious period in the history of the Lieyang 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 overall layout of the building is circular. In the middle is an open space with a diameter of nearly 300 meters. It was dug ten meters deep into the ground and surrounded by solid rocks. The auditorium, built of neat stone blocks, increases layer by layer, and dozens of huge obelisks stand 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 there is a lot of voices.

The trolls were chattering about the duel between the Chieftain and the Chosen.

In the past, Gurubak often held some duels and bloody shows, but most of the participants were ordinary paladins or even captured troll slaves.

High-ranking paladins are rarely seen in arenas, let alone warchiefs.

Although many trolls worry that this duel will affect the future of the tribe, more trolls are full of excitement.

Bloodthirsty and aggressive nature flowed in the blood of trolls. Even if they mastered the power of the holy light and their bodies had evolved to a very high level, they still could not change it.

when!

A paladin vigorously bangs a huge gong placed high above.

It's time for a duel.

All the trolls couldn't help standing up, stretching 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 Zurazab, and on the other side is Kortharo.

Zurazab was still wearing the thick and gorgeous armor, his whole body was shining with golden light, his burly body cast a long shadow on the ground, holding a huge ax as big as a wheel in his hand, he stepped towards the center of the arena step by step , the footsteps are steady, the momentum is like a mountain.

"The chief will win!"

"The chief must win..."

There was a burst of applause from the audience, led by Zanjin, the leader of the Chieftain Guard, and the third most powerful Sun Warrior.

Looking at Corsaro on the other side, the trolls took a look and couldn't help but look at each other.

Corsaro had already taken off the damaged armor, but did not replace it with a new one. Instead, he wore an ordinary leather armor, which had neither defensive power nor special effects. His weapon is still the two-handed sword, which can only be regarded as an excellent weapon, and it is more than one grade worse than the chief's "Light Breaker" battle axe.

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

But it's not like no one supports Corsaro.

His hunting team had witnessed the terrifying strength of the captain when he wiped out the enemy, and they had great confidence in Corsaro.

Even Karg, who was 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 applause of tens of thousands of trolls, and they couldn't make a splash in the Nuo Da Arena.

The two approached on the field.

Zurazab squinted his eyes and looked at Corsaro for a few seconds, then suddenly said: "Corsaro, you are my descendants anyway, if you beg me for mercy later and declare in public that you will never Fight 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 carefully, it became clear that Zuzarab's tolerance was definitely not because of the blood relationship between the two, and it was Anser who he was afraid of.

In any case, it is unwise to kill God's chosen ones. Maybe Anser won't be angry for a while, but he won't be sure in the future, and it will also be a stain in the eyes of the troll people, which is very bad for him to continue to be the chief unfavorable.

Corsaro said softly, "Maybe it's you who should beg for mercy."

"Arrogance!"

Zurazab couldn't suppress his anger, do you really think I dare not kill you? In order to keep the position of chief, he will kill any opponent who stands in his way!

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

The paladin struck the gong with his gavel.

when!

When the first sound sounded, Zurazab's body surged with the power of the holy light, and he quickly blessed himself with divine spells. Although it was only an hour since he got the magic spell, it was enough time to explore and initially mastered a few relatively simple applications of the magic spell.

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

Zurazab was shrouded in rich light, and his body glistened, making it difficult for the trolls in the auditorium to look directly at him.

It was the first time for most of the trolls to see magic spells being performed, and they were excited and envious at the same time.

"The chief will win!"

The paladins let out a burst of chanting.

when!

The second gong sounded, and the rules of the Gurubak Arena were that when the three gongs were sounded, both sides could fight.

At this time, Corsaro erupted with even more dazzling holy light. His body soared to a height of three meters, taller and stronger than Zurazab on the opposite side, and his muscles swelled, containing terrifying 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 Corsaro's body.

The shape of this armor is very simple, simple and natural, and it perfectly fits Corsaro's figure. The armor is composed of many parts, and the material is unknown. It is shining with strange sacred runes. It is made by craftsmen of the Lieyang tribe Armor is a very different style.

A series of magical spells fell one after another, and Corsaro quickly blessed himself.

His aura rose sharply, and a pair of huge wings spread out from behind, his eyes spewed out a golden sacred flame that seemed to have substance.

An extremely blazing high temperature spread out.

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

In an instant, Corsaro's power soared to an astonishing level, and the face of Zurazab standing opposite suddenly changed wildly.

But he didn't have time to say anything.

when!

The instant the third gong sounded, Corsaro disappeared.