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Chapter 1059 Sweeping the Thousand Army(2/2)

Colzaro observed the other party. These four holy-level trolls were obviously led by the Hunter King in the middle. They experienced eight soul transformations, which was equivalent to a human supernatural level 25 or above. They were very close to the next soul transformation and had the strongest strength.

He is the chief of the Blood Spear tribe, named Makir, and also the chief of the Headhunter tribe. He has a higher status than the other two tribe chiefs who control the city.

At this moment, Makir's face was solemn.

He was wearing exquisite leather armor, holding a strong bow, carrying a spear, and behind him was a powerful beast that had been following him for many years. The strongest one was a Gulaman war bear, which was huge and as tall as a house when he stood up. The bear claws could slam huge rocks with thick skin and flesh, and had the potential to become Loa.

There is also a giant eagle in Peak Forest and a lightning leopard, whose strength is close to that of a troll warrior.

Except for himself, the strongest people left by Hazlek are all here.

But Markey didn't feel any sense of security.

The troll warriors, the hunter king and the shaman around him were all nervous, with a hint of fear and retreat in his eyes.

They all saw what happened to Lokarn.

After Lokarn, each had a King of Hunter and a Troll Warrior to fight, but without exception, they all died.

Makir immediately changed his strategy and let the most elite high-level trolls go to ambush, but in just a quarter of an hour, more than half of the high-level trolls in Hazlake were killed, and the elite trolls were killed and injured, but they could not stop the enemy's advance.

What's even more terrifying is that the enemy is unscathed.

At such a great price, he didn't even kill a sun troll.

The upper class of the Blood Spear tribe was immediately scared. This scorching sun troll... His strength is stronger than Zulazabu!

Even the gods of Loa do not have such a terrifying sense of oppression. The aura emitted by the other party suffocated the trolls.

This terrifying power is like the scorching sun that cannot be seen directly.

There was silence in the temple square, with only the breath of the terrorids.

Korsaro's eyes swept around and finally fell on Makiel, saying in a low voice: "Chief Makiel, it's time to understand the hatred between the Blood Spear Tribe and the Scarlet Sun Tribe."

Makir looked at each other with the holy trolls beside him.

He took a deep breath and asked, "Chief Corsaro, the Blood Spear tribe is willing to reconcile, but I don't know what price should I pay?"

The enemies all came to the Temple of Hazlake. They were no match for the lives of hundreds of thousands of tribes of Hazlake. They had to surrender. This was the result of the urgent discussion between the four trolls of Makir, but surrender was also conditional, and it was best to retain the hope of revenge.

“It’s very simple.”

Corsaro made a request, "The Blood Spear tribe must do two things, destroy the hunting temple, and then convert them all to the Lord of Glory."

Makir's expression changed drastically.

Before he could respond, the shaman around him angrily said, "It is impossible! The Blood Spear tribe has served the hunting path for tens of thousands of years. Even if it is death, we will never betray my master..."

"Then you guys go and die."

Colzaro had no intention of negotiating with the other party. Before he finished speaking, his figure disappeared on the back of the genus descendosaurus and turned into a ray of light. He instantly appeared in front of the four holy trolls opposite him. A overwhelming pressure enveloped him, and even the air solidified.

Makir's four holy trolls, as well as hundreds of temple guards around him, were unable to move.

"Loa God!"

"This is the power of the god Loa!"

The trolls shouted in their hearts, but they didn't have time to fight back. Colzaro raised his battle axe near, bursting out the terrible power of holy light, like a dazzling sun slamming heavily on the ground. In an instant, the entire top of the mountain swayed.
Chapter completed!
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