"Chieftain, please step down."
Corsaro's voice was not loud, and his expression was calm, as if he were stating something perfectly reasonable.
Every Troll in the square heard him clearly, and the entire place fell silent.
Most of the Trolls wore looks of astonishment. Before this, they would have thought him arrogant. Corsaro was merely a High Tier Paladin, and a very young one at that. He had contributed little to the tribe, so what gave him the audacity to force the Chieftain to step down?
But things were different now.
The god had awakened and personally chosen Corsaro as His Chosen One!
The Trolls of the Sun Tribe had worshiped the God of the Blazing Sun for over thirty thousand years. In their hearts, Anse was everything. Without the god, there would be no them.
Especially today, when the tribe's living conditions were so difficult, the god's importance was even more apparent.
The Chosen One was the god's representative and incarnation. His status was exalted, above even the Chieftain and High Priest. For Corsaro to ask the Chieftain to step down and take the position himself was clearly quite reasonable.
Even though Zurazab had been Chieftain for several hundred years and possessed tremendous prestige, leading the tribe against countless enemies and making great contributions, his domineering way of doing things had left many Trolls dissatisfied. They simply did not dare show it because of his strength.
If another Troll became Chieftain, that might not be a bad thing.
Many Trolls had accepted the idea mentally, but one Troll would never accept it: Zurazab.
Zurazab had just awakened from his dream of becoming the Troll King when he suddenly heard Corsaro's words. He froze for several seconds.
Then everything suddenly became clear to him.
Zurazab first glanced at Tusur with