Chapter 1054

On the ground, Zurazab's body was burned to ashes and scattered by the wind, leaving a pool of molten iron from the armor, and the "Lightbreaker" battle ax fell beside it.

Corsaro glanced at it twice and sighed inwardly.

In fact, he only wanted to defeat Zurazab at first, and use it to build his prestige. He naturally stepped into the position of chief, and he didn't want to kill him, and there was no enmity between the two sides. After all, Zurazab is the most powerful warrior of the sun, and he will be able to use it in the future.

He is also Corsaro's grandfather, and killing his grandfather with his own hands is inevitable.

However, Zurazab noticed some truths during the battle and forced himself to kill him. In the words of his previous life: "You know too much."

"Let's go on the road with peace of mind." Corsaro secretly said.

He stretched out his hand to grab it, and the Lightbreaker battle ax flew to his hand through the air, and then the Seraph's wings fluttered, turning into a ray of light and appearing on the high platform of the auditorium.

Tusur, the high priest of the temple, Zanjin, the captain of the chief guard, and many high-ranking paladins of the Sun tribe gathered here.

Most of them are not as fanatical as the troll commoners, still in great shock.

Ordinary paladins and civilians don't have a clear understanding of Zurazab's strength, but they are very clear about how powerful the former chieftain is, which is more than one level higher than the historical Sun Warriors, completely invincible.

However, Zurazab died in the arena.

And obviously, Corsaro won easily. He didn't show his full strength at the beginning, but showed some of his strength, and killed Zurazab with a single sword!

Even the loa gods are nothing more than that.

But Corsaro is no loa.

At this moment, Corsaro descended on the high platform. The huge seraphim wings seemed to cover the sun. He held a giant sword in one hand and a battle ax in the other. asphyxia.

They watched Corsaro land in front of them in awe, getting closer and closer, and finally dared not look directly at him anymore, and lowered their heads.

The roar in the Gurubak Arena was loud.

But the trolls on the high platform did not dare to make any sound, the contrasting silence seemed very strange, and the hands of some high-ranking paladins even trembled uncontrollably.

Corsaro's eyes swept over the trolls, knowing that they were a bit like Zurazab, and doubts arose in his heart.

The stronger the strength, the higher the vision, the more you can detect the clues.

Just can't be sure.

Corsaro looked at Tusul, the high priest of the temple originally supported him, but now, despite the respectful look on his face, the eyes of the soul saw his violent fluctuations, struggling and hesitating, fearful, On the surface, he had to maintain his composure.

Beside him, Chieftain Captain Zanjin lowered his head, wondering what he was thinking.

And some paladins glared at themselves.

Corsaro looked at them. Most of these paladins were Zurazab's confidantes during his lifetime, and some of them were related to him. They were direct descendants of Zurazab. prominent.

Now that Zurazab is dead, they are destined to be purged and lose their power and status.

"Corsaro!"

A high-ranking paladin finally couldn't help but jumped out, pointed at Corsaro and cursed tremblingly: "The chief is your grandfather, who raised you since childhood, how could you kill him? Even the most vicious wolf cub , and you won't bark your teeth at the wolf who gave birth to you, you shameless..."

Corsaro just looked at each other.

After scolding, his voice gradually lowered until he didn't dare to say anything, and his face was flushed red.

Corsaro recognized this high-ranking paladin, whose name was Celica, Zurazab's favorite son during his lifetime, who was considered to be his uncle.

But he didn't respond to the accusations, he was just an idiot who couldn't see the situation clearly.

The most important thing right now is not Zura's death, but the troll's questioning of his identity as the Chosen "Korsaro".

"High Priest?"

Corsaro spoke.

His voice was not loud, but in Tusul's ears it sounded like thunder on the ground. When they looked at each other, Tusul immediately felt the terrible pressure and understood what Corsaro meant. He wanted to express his position immediately. And stand in line.

Tusuer looked hesitant, and turned to look at the trolls on the platform, two sun warriors, and more than a hundred high-level paladins.

At this time, if I shouted loudly...

No!

Tusul noticed the two weapons in Corsaro's hand, the magic sword and the battle ax flashed invisibly, and a faint golden flame burst out. Although it was not very strong, it could be clearly felt The temperature on the platform rises a bit.

His eyelids twitched wildly, and if a word of doubt burst out of his mouth, he would immediately end up in the same fate as Zurazab.

So many high-level paladins did not bring a sense of security.

Moreover, not all paladins understood what was going on, and most importantly, they were just skeptical and had no evidence.

The awakening of the gods is real, and the divine spell bestowed is also real. So far, everything has been beneficial to the Lieyang tribe.

Although some places are very strange, but the mind of the gods cannot be figured out...

In the end, reason and reality prevailed.

Tusul gritted his teeth, took two steps forward and stood on the edge of the platform, facing the audience of trolls in the arena, with an excited look on his face, and shouted loudly: "People of the scorching sun, Corsaro has defeated Zurazab, has won this great victory."

He paused, "According to the agreement before the duel, the winner will become the new chief of the tribe."

"Meet Chief Corsaro!"

Tusul turned around, took the lead in half-kneeling to Corsaro who was standing in the middle of the platform, shouted loudly, and saluted solemnly.

The support of the high priest of the temple means the approval of the god.

Although Corsaro is chosen by the gods and has a closer relationship with the god than the high priest, the position of the temple priest in the eyes of the troll is irreplaceable and has a strong symbolic meaning.

With Tusul's worship, the overall situation has been decided.

"Meet Chief Corsaro!"

On the platform, Zanjin suddenly knelt down and saluted.

He represents Zurazab's old line, Chieftain Guard and Sunblade. Many high-level paladins were taken aback. The two forces of the tribe surrendered, so why did they hesitate? Therefore, the paladins knelt down one after another and greeted the new chief with loud voices.

The trolls in the auditorium didn't know the inside story, they just shouted along, rejoicing for the awakening of the god and the birth of a more powerful chief for the tribe.

Ren flew over the arena, opened his hands, and received the worship of the people.

The scorching sun is in the sky, and the glory is added!

This scene was unforgettable for nearly a hundred thousand trolls.

that night.

Salta is still immersed in the carnival. Every square, every street, and every obelisk in the city is lit with bonfires, which are lit all night. The trolls danced around the bonfire, praised the scorching sun loudly, chanted God's teachings over and over again, while drinking and eating meat, they discussed the battle between two generations of chiefs in the arena today.

Every troll is very excited. After waiting for more than 10,000 years, the God finally wakes up, and the Lieyang tribe will once again be brilliant.

Those paladins who had received divine spells were tirelessly asked by their clansmen to perform divine spells, and they received countless envious looks.

In the combat sparring, the divine art showed a powerful power.

Whether or not the paladins of the same level possess divine arts has become the main factor in determining the outcome.

Heal, increase, defend, kill!

The wonderful uses of various magic spells opened the eyes of the trolls. The paladins who did not have magic spells secretly made up their minds to increase the number and frequency of prayers, dedicate their loyalty to the gods, and get the magic spells as soon as possible.

The scorching sun trolls seem to see the future, a bright future!

However, there are also trolls who see something else above this light, a shadow that hangs over the sky of the tribe and blocks the scorching sun.

Looking down at Salta from the top of the temple, Tusul took a long time to look away from the brightly lit city and let out a low sigh.

"well……"

A ray of light flashed in the corner of his eyes, and then a voice sounded: "Why is the high priest sighing?"

Corsaro's figure appeared beside him.

Tusur's eyelids twitched, and he quickly said: "Chief." He couldn't help thinking that this new chief was unpredictable, and he felt more oppressed than the previous Zurazab. It seemed that the whole tribe could not escape Out of his perception, the speed was unbelievably fast, and it appeared in a blink of an eye.

Be more cautious in the future, even when alone.

"I'm lamenting the difficulties of the tribe in the past. For more than 10,000 years, we have sacrificed too many trolls, migrated, wandered, and were on the verge of genocide many times. Stand firm and build Salta."

Tusur pointed to the city below, "All this has not come easily. The predecessors have paid countless sweat and lives, and the spirits of the ancestors are watching us."

"It's really not easy." Corsaro nodded.

He could understand what Tusul meant, and hoped that he would not ruin the achievements of his ancestors, but he was not perfunctory, nor did he want to harm the tribe.

Even if he said it, Tusur would not believe it.

The seeds of doubt have already taken root, and only the future will prove everything with facts.

Tusul did not go further into this topic, and asked in a low voice: "Chief, have you subdued the guards and the Scorching Sun's Edge?"

After the arena was over, Corsaro immediately went to the Hall of the Chiefs and gave his orders.

Zanjin, the leader of the chieftain's guard, various branches of the Sun's Front, hunting captains, patrol captains, city defense captains, and all the high-ranking paladins and trolls in charge of the tribe, went to the Hall of Chiefs to meet. Obviously, the new chieftain is about to take power .

To avoid suspicion, Tusur did not participate.

"Not bad." There was a smile on Corsaro's face, but there was a ruthlessness in this smile, and he said softly: "Zanjin has pledged his allegiance to me, and I agree that he retains most of the members of the chief's guard. A descendant of Zurazab."

"Where's the Scorching Sun's Edge?" Tusur couldn't help asking.

"Most captains have stayed, but they can't continue to hold their original positions. I have separated them from the players and transferred them to other teams." Corsaro replied.

Tusul breathed a sigh of relief.

This was much better than he expected. He was just transferred from the original team, and his power and status remained unchanged. Presumably, the high-ranking paladins would not complain, and even if they did, they would not dare to speak out.

When Zurazab came to power, he directly killed a group of paladins who were competing with him, and his hands were covered with the blood of his tribe.

In contrast, Corsaro is far more benevolent.

"In the scorching sun, the chief's tolerance is a blessing for the tribe." Tusur sincerely praised, and suddenly felt that his previous worries seemed unnecessary.

Corsaro smiled.

I have never been a bloodthirsty person, and I don’t need to kill to control the armed forces. The eyes of the soul can distinguish loyalty and traitors. No troll can make any waves. If there is a slight deviation, it will be noticed by the Thundercast Eternals lurking in the dark. , Let the betrayer disappear without a sound.

A mere 30,000 paladin army wouldn't need to be so troublesome if they didn't want to use their identities to conquer the Southern Continent.

Seeing the smile on Corsaro's face, Tusul felt a bit disdainful.

But he couldn't understand.

After a few seconds of silence, Tusul asked, "Chief, what plan do you have for the tribe?" This is a question he has been thinking about, and it can also be seen from this that the chief's motives are really good for the tribe. Or is there some kind of conspiracy hidden.

"Naturally, follow the oracle to conquer other tribes, develop believers, and let more trolls join the Church of the Burning Sun God." Corsaro replied as a matter of course.

Tusul froze for a moment.

He heard more things, and tentatively asked: "Does the chief already have a goal?"

"Headhunter Tribe." Corsaro didn't hide anything, and directly expressed his thoughts, "Within three months, we will defeat this greatest enemy, conquer them, and become a vassal of the Lie Sun Tribe."

"Three months!" Tusul was taken aback, and immediately persuaded loudly: "Chief, will this be too fast? The headhunter tribe consists of eight tribes, and they are the most powerful forces in the Land Abandoned by God. It’s just for self-protection, and it must not be easily provoked.”

Corsaro didn't take it seriously, "That was before, now the Lieyang tribe is different."

"Chief!" Tusur shook his head again and again, "There are only a few paladins who have mastered divine arts, and they are not proficient in performing them..."

Divine magic can indeed greatly increase the strength of a paladin.

In the past, a paladin could match up to three or four troll warriors of the same level. Now that he possessed divine arts, he could fight one against five, but how many paladins had mastered divine arts?

The number of trolls in the Headhunter tribe exceeds one million, which is more than ten times that of the Lieyang tribe!

No matter how strong the paladins were, they couldn't fight ten at a time. If they took the initiative to attack, they would undoubtedly seek their own death and bring the tribe into a desperate situation of destruction.

Tusuer's brows were burning with anxiety.

He just thought that the new chieftain was tolerant and kind, which was a good thing for the tribe, but now he knew that Corsaro was so aggressive and reckless, and he was so rejoicing that he might cause far more harm to the tribe than Zurazab.

"I know the chief is eager to make a contribution to God, but there's no rush for this."

Tusuer earnestly persuaded: "The gods have just awakened, and the paladins have just received the blessings of the gods. The strength of the tribe has entered a period of rapid growth. Please give the tribe some time and work steadily. It will not exceed thirty years at most, and we will be able to Conquer the tribe of headhunters."

Corsaro looked disapproving.

The high priest was right, his starting point was right, but he didn't want to wait thirty years.

Don't say thirty years, even three years can't wait.

Ren's plan is to conquer the entire southern continent within five years and let Sanguinius ascend to the throne. Even if the plan fails, it will not exceed ten years at most.

Of course, these cannot be told to Tusur.

Corsaro looked at the old troll who was still chattering, raised his hand to interrupt him, and asked, "High Priest, have you heard of the sun god Geon?"