In the end, there were a total of one hundred and ninety-seven trialists who were qualified to enter the Divine Sacrifice Room, and there were only forty-one warriors of the lower clan, and based on the calculation of twelve people in one round, they could not be turned until the thirteen rounds of upper clan trialists were completed.

Panad and Naten entered the sacrificial chamber for the third time, and when they came out, they were both so excited that their eyes were full of tears, especially Panad, who ignored the white eyes of the priest next to him, clenched his fists and yelled a few times, in order to vent the emotions stirring in his heart.

After several failures, he finally passed the test and became a true Beast Soul Warrior.

Leon was also happy for him.

Time passed silently, and a group of trialists went in and out, some succeeding and some failing, and the more they went to the back, the more people failed.

By the time the last group of Shang Clan Trialists returned to the hall, there were only two people who had successfully promoted to Beast Clan Warriors!

This situation reminded Leon of Laika's desperate and angry roar at that time, and he had a little more understanding of this leopard warrior who had turned his back on his teammates - it was so unfair!

"Vorster, Rhodesfeld..."

The Priest of the Scepter in front of the Totem Pillar began to read out the list of the fourteenth batch of trialists who had entered the Chamber of Divine Sacrifice.

The familiar name lifted Leon's spirits, and he pricked up his ears to listen carefully, with his record, he should definitely be in this batch of lists.

But what Leon didn't expect was that the last name pronounced by the Priest of Scepter was not him, and he actually lost this round!

It wasn't just Leon who was surprised, Panard, Naten, and Vostel were all stunned, and they all turned their puzzled eyes to Leon - what was going on?

Leon realized that it must be Wald who was playing tricks, this guy's uncle was the Temple Scepter Priest, and it was easy to move on the round list, so he should have been ranked in the last round.

Leon shook his head and motioned to Vostel to leave him alone, it was still the Soul Forge that mattered.

Even if it's the last round? He is secretly ruthless in his heart, and he may not have no chance!

I don't know why, Leon has absolute confidence in his promotion to Beast Soul Warrior!

In the first round of the lower clan trialists, only Vorster was promoted, and in addition to Laika, who did not show up again, three of the original five-person trial team became beast soul warriors, which is also a small miracle.

In the fifteenth round, there is still no name of Leon.

One of the fifteenth batch of trialists also succeeded, and this promotion rate was quite normal.

"Alright, that's the end of today's Soul Casting Form..."

Just as Leon and the others were waiting for the sixteenth round of the list, the Priest of the Scepter put away the scroll and said lightly: "Those who don't have their turn, come back next year." ”

There was an uproar in the hall, and the remaining sixteen Lower Clan Trialists and their relatives and friends were all stunned, disappointment and sadness written on everyone's faces.

No matter how low the success rate of the final promotion is, it is still a hope and an opportunity, but they don't even have the last hope and opportunity - next year, who knows what it will be like next year!

The rock hammer and Akran in the crowd were completely stunned, they never thought that Leon would be excluded, and they would not even be able to enter the sacrificial room!

"Holy!" the indignant Akran cursed in a low voice.

Leon Horan turned his head, and he saw Wald in the crowd again.

The lion-born nobleman was also a little surprised, but when he found that Leon's gaze swept over, the expression on his face was really how underwhelmed and how unbeaten.

He provoked Leon with a sneering gaze - you see, Lao Tzu is yin you, what can you do to me?

Leon's surname is a little violent, but he is not reckless and impulsive, he deeply understands that in the temple hall, whether it is identity or strength, he seems insignificant, and he is not qualified to deal with the Priest of the Scepter or even Wald.

But Leon couldn't swallow this breath, and his empathy for the injustice of the temple made his anger surging all of a sudden, and the blood rushed to the top of his head, and his hands couldn't help but clench into fists.

"Lord Priest, I wonder why the Soul Forge is ending now, and why am I on the list of the unsuccessful?"

He took a big step forward and questioned the Scepter Priest, who was still beside the Totem Pillar, "I want to ask, where is the fairness!?"

Leon's voice wasn't particularly loud, but everyone standing in the hall could hear it clearly, and everyone could easily hear the anger in his voice.

In the hall, there was a sudden silence, and many people's faces were full of disbelief.

Is this crazy?

If you want to be fair, how can there be absolute fairness in this world, and it is not a matter of a day or two for the temple to be controlled by the upper clan, and over time, most of the lower clans have also acquiesced to the privileges of the upper clan, such as the other sixteen unsuccessful trialists, and they have no other reaction except for being disappointed.

But now, someone has come forward to directly question a priest of the scepter.

Is this a death?

At this moment, almost everyone's eyes were focused on Leon's body!

On the platform of the pillar pedestal, the lion-born scepter priest in golden robes was turning to leave, and he was also stunned when he heard Leon's words.

This is the temple, he is the priest of the scepter with great power, and a small warrior of the lower clan dares to question him publicly?

"What did you say?"

The Priest of the Scepter thought there was something wrong with his ears, and he looked at Leon standing below in amazement.

"In the trial of the Dark Lands, I have captured the heads of four black elves, and the battle record has been recorded by the Ironforge Garrison!" Leon met the other party's gaze without giving an inch, and his sonorous and powerful voice echoed in the hall: "According to the rules of the temple, even if you shoot behind the trialists of the upper clan, you should be listed in the first round of the lower clan!"

Four Black Elf Heads! Everyone present understood, this record was certainly enough to rank among the ranks of the lower clans, but now Leon didn't even have a chance to enter the Divine Sacrifice Room!

This is an offense!

"What do you say? Do you know what you're talking about?"

The old face of the Scepter Priest suddenly turned red, and he stared at Leon with shame and anger: "You dare to question the decision of the temple?

As a priest of the scepter, he can be said to be above ten thousand people under one person, and what he usually enjoys is all sycophancy, who would dare to peel off his face so naked?

This is the highest crime in the Temple, and the fate of the blasphemer is to have his limbs broken and dragged around the city by the Templar knights on wildebeests, and to be reviled by thousands of people until there are no bones left!

"Blasphemy? Are you still a god?"

At this time, the surname Leonso let go of everything: "Priest Hansel, it is you who are really blaspheming the gods! For the sake of your nephew's personal grudge, you have violated the rules of the temple and pretended to be a priest, how can a person like you still be qualified to stand in front of the sacred pillar!"

These words were so cruel that the hat that the scepter priest had buckled back was even more vicious than a slap in the face!

The Scepter Priest Ryan who read out the list did not know him, but that did not prevent him from making a correct judgment, who would have made such a deliberate embarrassment for himself except Wald's uncle, Hansel, the Priest of the Scepter?

The onlookers in the hall were all dumbfounded, feeling as if they were having an unreal dream.

No one noticed that two golden-robed scepter priests quietly walked out of the sacrificial chamber.

They stood in the doorway, overhearing Leon's questioning of Hansel, and the two priests in charge of presiding over the soul-casting ceremony couldn't help but look at each other.

One of the two priests was none other than Priest Dotri, whom Léon had visited, and he couldn't help but pull a sneering smile at the corner of his mouth as he looked at Hansel, whose face was flushed with purple skin on the platform.

However, he had no intention of standing out for Leon, but was extremely happy to see Hansel lose face in front of everyone, and was hoping that things would get as big as possible.

As for whether Leon will die because of this, the surname of such a small person, the noble priest of the scepter does not care.

The other Scepter Priest seemed to have the same idea, and watched the excitement without saying a word.

"You, you, you..."

Hansel's hands trembled with anger, and he pointed at Leon and said three "you" in a row, almost unable to deliver it in one breath.

But after all, he is not an ordinary character, and he understands that scolding him and Leon will only make it more embarrassing, so he swallows this breath.

He stared at Leon fiercely, and shouted in a deep voice, "Templar Knight, don't take down this blasphemous soon!"

Only by quickly suppressing this matter can we avoid causing greater impact, and who will dare to question the injustice of the temple at that time?

Around the hall, there were hundreds of Templar Guards, and upon hearing Hansel's order, four heavily armed Templars immediately rushed forward.

"Lord Hansel, please calm your anger, Leon has just lost his mind because of his excitement..."

A white-robed priest burst out of the crowd, stopped the Templars, and begged Hansel, "Please forgive this ignorant young man!"

The white-robed priest was none other than Thorde Pierre, and why did he sit idly by when he saw that Leon was about to be taken down on charges of blasphemy?

Hansel snorted coldly, waved his hand without looking at Thorder.

"Leon, apologize to Lord Hansel!" Thord said to Leon in a hurry.

"Lord Thorder, please get out of the way, this matter has nothing to do with you or the others. Leon shook his head and said in a deep voice: "I just want to see today whether this Lord Hansel can really cover the sky with one hand in this temple and act recklessly!"

"Today, even if I die here, I will never bow my head!"

He clenched his fists, he was defenseless, but his fighting intent was surging to the extreme!

How about the temple!

How about the Priest of Wands!

And what about the mighty Templars!

Leon heard the angry roar of the spirit,

Never! No! Bow your head!