Warhammer Wizard

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"Sure enough, it is a race innate talent!"

Ren was overjoyed. In the souls of these two Makurag people, they possessed exactly the same element rune as Sicarius.

Under close observation, he became more clear about the role of this element.

The most important effect is to obtain an Avatar physique of the selected target, which is superimposed on oneself. The stronger the selected host, the higher the increase.

However, this element cannot be used unilaterally and must be approved by the host.

The selected host has a certain binding force on the Makurags. As long as they are not too far away, they can hear the voice of the Makurags. The host can cut off the increase to the Makurags at any time and take the initiative Power is in your own hands.

If the Makurag wants to change the target, they must obtain the consent of the original host.

Once the host dies, not only will it lose all amplification effects, but the soul of the Makurag will also be severely damaged.

At this time, none of the three Makurags here has a host.

Their strength is all gained by their own training.

Ren can understand their approach.

The innate talent of this race is very powerful, and it is a shortcut for the Makurag people to become stronger, but after selecting the host, it is firmly bound to the host, and it is difficult to get rid of the relationship.

Although this relationship is not as harsh as the relationship between a tyrant and a slave, it also has major constraints, and the host cannot be selected randomly.

"Sicarius."

Tosedlin exclaimed.

Sikaius, who was concentrating on exercising, put down the iron block in his hand and stood up from the stone slab. The tall body of 2 meters 2 was like a wall erected in front of everyone, forming a huge oppression force.

Ren is nearly 1.9 m tall, which is quite outstanding among normal people, but standing in front of Sicarius, it feels like he is covered by a shadow.

This reminded him of the famous athlete with emoji in his previous life.

Ren once had the privilege to meet up close, just like Little Giant, Sicarius is about the same height, but wider and stronger, weighing at least five-six hundred pounds.

"Boss."

The interruption of the exercise made Sicarius a little unhappy. He picked up a towel and wiped the sweat off his body, looking down at the people entering the training room.

Before Torsedlin could introduce him, Ren stepped forward 2 steps, stretched out his hand and said, "I am Ren, and I am glad to meet Mr. Sicarius."

Sicarius shook his hand.

"Ren is the lord of Glamorgan." Tosedrin added.

Sicarius let go, hearing Tosidlin's words, couldn't help but complexion slightly changed, and looked at the human in front of him seriously. Like other humans, he looks very thin and weak, but the rumors say that the lord in front of him used a Legendary-class soul gun to slaughter over 100 Transcenders yesterday.

Even a Legendary wizard was killed on the spot!

The one who can kill Legendary must also possess the strength of Legendary. Sicarius's originally somewhat arrogant expression immediately converged.

He has lived in Modu for a few years, and he also understands some human aristocratic etiquette, and asked: "Sir Lord, what can you do to me?"

Ren wanted to say a few polite remarks to get closer.

However, he suddenly felt that there was no need to be so troublesome.

For this World powerhouse, no matter how good it sounds, it is better to persuade people with force, or use money to hit people, simply, and save those troublesome and time-consuming cautions.

After Ren figured it out, straight to the point said: "I want you to work for me."

"It's not just you, but two of your family members," he pointed to the other two Makurags in the training room. "They can also play for me together."

When this was said, everyone present was stunned.

The smile on Torsedlin's face suddenly disappeared, and his expression was a little stiff. He had no idea that Ren would be so direct.

He wanted to cast aside all considerations for face, but thought of Ren's strength and the Duke of Silver Star behind him, he still held back.

Most importantly, he has confidence in Sicarius.

Sure enough, Sicarius immediately shook his head: "I refuse."

His both hands crossed near chest, his eyes became a little cold, and his stand was firm.

Ren didn't get the slightest discouragement, and continued: "No matter how much you are paid in the arena or how high your salary is, I can double it for you."

"Sorry, Sir Lord, it's not a question of money." Sicarius still refused to agree.

However, Ren saw in the eyes of the soul that Sicarius's attitude was a bit hesitant, and his tone of voice also eased.

It seems that it is useful to spend money...

"It's not a question of money, why is that?" he asked.

Tosedrin finally became unable to bear, and said: "Ren, the Makurag people have their own traditions. They will not play for others at will. Unless they get their approval, Sir Lord still don't force it."

"I want to force it."

Ren threw out these words stubbornly, and suddenly he was a little apologetic like a face change, "His Royal Highness, I hope you don't blame my recklessness. I really admire Sicarius and want him to be my guardian. Instructor, teach combat skills."

Torsedlin hated it and took out his double-headed sword and slashed it on Ren's head.

Why didn't I see that this kid was so rascal.

Ren looked back towards Sicarius, and asked seriously: "What should I do to get your approval?"

Sicarius glanced at Tosidlin, but did not reply.

However, two of his clan came over, and the two Makurag people were obviously moved when they heard Ren's offer.

One of them muffled: "We don't serve the weak, you must defeat us in the'Mak'gora' duel."

Ren eyes shined, "Macgora? Are there any conditions?"

"You can’t wear any armor, you can’t use overly powerful weapons, you can’t sneak attack, and you can’t use spell. You can only rely on your own strength and skills to carry out the most primitive battles until one of them falls. This is the Makgora duel. Tradition." Another Makurag replied.

"it is good!"

"Haha, I like this tradition!" Ren laughed, and the duel was in his arms.

Everyone felt a little unfathomable mystery, and then they heard, Ren said to Sicarius: "I will challenge you with the'Makgora'."

Then to the other two Makurags, "There are two of you, I will challenge together."

"Sir Lord!"

Fabian lost his voice and exclaimed: "10000000 Don't..."

Emilys also spoke out to discourage, "Your Excellency, please think 3 times."

She signed the contract with great difficulty. She hadn't earned a golden shield yet, and she didn't want to watch the employer be beaten to death in front of her.

The others were also stunned, and the lord was too impulsive.

Although he killed a Legendary wizard yesterday, everyone knows that he relied on a Legendary weapon and was obviously not a Legendary Transcender himself.

I heard that the lord’s extraordinary profession is a combat wizard, and his melee combat strength is good, but how can he compare with Sicarius?

You know, Sikaius is the 3rd consecutive annual champion of the Mallet Arena!

In the past 3 years, someone from Everyday all has challenged Sicarius. His tyrannical power is shocking, and his fighting skills have been tested in hundreds of competitions.

Modu has a population of over 10000000 million. I don’t know how many Transcender and experts of various races are. However, under Legendary, no one can beat Sikaius in the arena.

The title of emerge victorious in every battle is not for nothing!

Torsedrin frowns, I don’t know what Ren’s idea is. Although he doesn’t like Ren digging his own corner in front of him, he doesn’t want Ren to be killed. Persuaded: "Sir Lord, are you impossible to be Sicarius’ opponent, or give up."

"How do you know if you don't try it?" Ren remain unmoved.

Sicarius was silent.

According to the tradition of the Makurag people, one cannot refuse the challenge of Makgora, but he does not want to fight Ren because it is not necessary.

Ren raised the corner of his mouth and threw out the temptation: "If you win, I will give each of you 10000 gold shields."

Sikaius suddenly looked towards Ren, "Are you serious?"

10000 gold shields. He has been in the mallet arena for 3 years, and the money he earned, plus the bonus of the arena champions, adds up to only about 10000 gold shields.

"I have never said anything."

Ren directly took out a thick stack of golden tickets from the ring, "This is 10000 golden shields. As long as you defeat me in Mak'gora, these golden tickets will be yours, and the other 2 golden shields will be sent over when I go back. ."

The three Makulags were all caught by the golden ticket rays of light.

"However, if you lose..." Ren said, "Then the three of you have to play for me for three years, and the treatment conditions are not as good as before, and can only be equal to the arena."

"How about it, have you thought about it?"

Seeing Ren's confidence, everyone began to doubt.

Torsedlin even felt something bad, and was about to speak to stop him, when he heard Sicarius yelling: "Okay, I accept your challenge."

Sicarius turned and picked up the great sword leaning against the corner. "Let's go to the arena."

"No, it's here." Ren said, shaking his head.

The area of ​​this training field is not small, with five-six hundred square meters, it is very empty, enough for two people to fight.

Ren took off his jacket, leaving only his trousers, wrapped the song of blue sky, the rune book, and two magic rings in his clothes, and gave them to Fabian.

Seeing his strong muscles like cast iron, well-proportioned, sharp-edged, like a perfect statue carefully carved, the whole body exudes a strange dull luster, everyone is surprised.

Legendary swordsman Ashtan's eyes narrowed, as if he recognized something.

He attached to Emily's ear, whispered a few words, and Emily was stared wide-eyed.

Ren walked to the weapon rack in the corner and chose a two-handed hammer.

This heavy hammer is 1.5 metres long with the handle of the hammer. It is as thick as an arm and has a large hammer head of 4 4 squares. The whole body is cast from a single piece of metal and weighs close to 500 pounds.

Generally, such heavy hammers need to be held in both hands and are specially made for Barbarians over 2 meters in height.

Ren grabbed the hammer handle and picked it up lightly, effortless, as if holding a straw in his hand.

Seeing this scene, everyone's expression changed drastically.

Sicarius didn't dare to look down anymore, he took a deep breath, put the great sword horizontally in front of him, and said, "Come on."

He tone barely fell, Ren's silhouette suddenly magnified in front of his eyes, and the heavy hammer crashed!