"Sure enough, it's a racial talent!"

Wren was overjoyed, the souls of these two Maculags possessed the same elemental runes as Sicarius.

On closer inspection, he became more aware of the role of this element.

The main effect is to gain a part of the physical fitness of the selected target, and superimpose it on yourself, the stronger the selected host, the higher the increase you get.

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

The chosen host has a certain binding force on the Maculags, as long as it is not too far away, the voices of the Maculags can be heard, and the host can cut off the increase in the Maculags at any time, and the initiative is in their own hands.

If the Makulag wanted to change targets, they had to get the consent of the original host.

If the host dies, not only does it lose all kick-up effects, but the soul of the Maculag will also be severely damaged.

At this time, none of the three Makulags here have a host.

Their strength is all trained by themselves.

Wren can understand what they're doing.

This race is very talented, and it is a shortcut for the Maculags to become stronger, but after choosing a host, they are firmly bound to the host, and it is difficult to get rid of the relationship.

This relationship, while not as harsh as between a tyrant and a slave, has significant constraints that make it impossible to choose a host indiscriminately.

"Sicarius. ”

Torsedlin shouted.

Sicarius, who was concentrating on exercising, put down the iron block in his hand and stood up from the stone slab, his two-meter-tall body was like a wall erected in front of everyone, forming a huge oppressive force.

Wren's height of nearly one meter nine is already outstanding among normal people, but standing in front of Sicarius, he feels as if he is covered by shadows.

It reminded him of the famous athlete with memes in his previous life.

Wren had had the privilege of meeting him up close, like a little giant, and Sicarius was about the same height, but wider and stronger, weighing at least five or six hundred pounds.

"Boss. ”

Sicarius was a little upset that his workout was interrupted, and he picked up a towel, wiped the sweat from his body, and looked down at the people who had entered the training room.

Without waiting for Torcedrin's introduction, Wren took two steps forward, stretched out his hand and said, "I'm Wren, and it's a pleasure to meet Mr. Sicarius." ”

Sicarius shook his hand.

"Wren is the lord of Glamorgan. Tosedlin added on the side.

Sicarius let go of his hand, and when he heard Torcedrin's words, his face couldn't help but change slightly, and he looked at the human in front of him seriously. Like other humans, he looked very thin, but rumors said that it was the lord in front of him who slaughtered hundreds of transcendents with a legendary soul gun yesterday.

Even a legendary wizard was killed on the spot!

Those who can kill legends must also have the strength of legends, and Sicarius's originally slightly arrogant expression immediately restrained a little.

He had lived in Modu for a few years, and had also learned some of the etiquette of human nobles, and asked, "My lord, did you come to me for something?"

Wren wanted to say a few polite words to bring the relationship closer.

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

The strong in this world are the best, no matter how nice it sounds, it is better to convince people with force, or use money to smash people, simply to save those time-consuming and time-consuming careful machines.

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

"It's not just you, it's your two kindred," he said, gesturing to the other two Makulags in the training room, "they can work for me together, too." ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone present was stunned.

The smile on Tocedrin's face suddenly disappeared, and his expression was a little stiff, he didn't expect Wren to be so direct.

He wanted to tear his face apart, but thinking of Wren's strength and the Duke of Silver Star behind him, he still held back.

Above all, he had faith in Sicarius.

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

He clasped his hands to his chest, his gaze became a little cold, and his position was very firm.

Undeterred in the slightest, Wren continued: "No matter how much you are paid in the arena and how high your salary is, I can give you double. ”

"I'm sorry, my lord, but it's not about money. Sicarius still wouldn't agree.

However, Wren saw in the eyes of the soul that Sicarius's attitude was a little hesitant, and his tone softened.

It seems that it is still useful to use money to smash......

"It's not about the money, why is that?" he asked.

Torsedlin finally couldn't help it anymore and said, "Wren, the Maculags have their own traditions, and they won't work for others at will, unless they approve of it, the lord should not force it. ”

"I'm going to force it. ”

Wren threw out this sentence stiffly, and suddenly changed his face again, showing a little apology, "Your Highness, I hope you don't blame me for my recklessness, I really admire Sicarius and want him to be my escort instructor and teach combat skills." ”

Torcedlin hated it and pulled out his double-headed sword and slashed it at Wren's head.

Why didn't you see it just now, this kid is such a scoundrel.

Wren looked back at Sicarius and asked seriously, "What can I do to get your approval?"

Sicarius glanced at Tocedrin, but did not reply.

However, two of his kindreds came over, and the two Makulags were visibly moved when they heard Wren's offer.

One of them muffled and said, "We don't play for the weak, you must defeat us in the 'Makgora' duel." ”

Wren's eyes lit up, "Makgora, are there any conditions?"

"You can't wear any armor, you can't use too powerful weapons, you can't sneak attack, you can't use spells, you can only rely on your own strength and skill, and fight the most primitive battles until one of them falls, this is the tradition of the Makgora Duel. Another Makulag replied.

"Good!"

"Haha, I like this tradition!" Wren laughed, this duel was right in the middle.

Everyone felt a little baffled, and then Wren said to Sicarius, "I challenge you to 'Makgoras'. ”

Then he said to the other two makurags, "And the two of you, I'll challenge it too." ”

"Your Lord!"

Fabian exclaimed: "Don't ......"

Emily also dissuaded, "Your Excellency, please think again. ”

She finally signed the contract, and she hadn't earned a single gold shield yet, and she didn't want to watch her employer be beaten to death in front of her.

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

Although he killed a legendary wizard yesterday, everyone knows that he relied on a legendary weapon, and he is obviously not a legendary transcendent himself.

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

You know, Sicarius is the three-time annual champion of the Hammer Arena!

For three years, Sicarius was challenged every day, and his strength was terrifying, and his combat skills were put to the test in hundreds of competitions.

The population of Modu is more than 10 million, and there are many transcendents and masters of various races, but below the legend, no one can defeat Sicarius in the arena.

The title of victory in a hundred battles is not called in vain!

Torcedrin frowned, he didn't know what Wren was fighting, although he didn't like Wren digging his corner in front of him, but he didn't want Wren to be killed, so he persuaded him: "Lord Lord, you can't be Sicarus's opponent, it's better to give up." ”

"If you don't try, how do you know?" Wren was unmoved.

Sicarius was silent.

According to the Makulag tradition, he could not refuse a challenge from Makgora, but he did not want to fight Wren because it was not necessary.

The corners of Wren's mouth rose, and he threw out the temptation: "If you win, I will give each of you ten thousand gold guilders." ”

Sicarius looked at Wren, "Are you serious?"

10,000 gold shields, he has been in the Giant Hammer Arena for three years, and the money he earns, plus the prize money of the arena champion, only adds up to about 10,000 gold shields.

"I've always been a man of words. ”

Wren took out a thick stack of golden tickets directly from the ring, "This is 10,000 gold shields, as long as you defeat me in Makgora, these golden tickets are yours, and the other 20,000 gold shields I will send them when I go back." ”

All three makulags were caught by the glow of the golden ticket.

"However, if you lose...... "Wren changed his tone, "then the three of you will have to play for me for three years, and the treatment conditions will not be as good as before, and they can only be on par with the arena." ”

"How's it going, have you thought about it?"

Seeing Wren's confident appearance, everyone began to doubt.

Tosedrin, who had a premonition that something was wrong, was about to say something to stop him, when he heard Sicarius shout: "Okay, I accept your challenge. ”

Sicarius turned and picked up the greatsword leaning against the corner, "Let's go to the arena." ”

"No, it's here. Wren shook his head and said.

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

Wren took off his shirt, leaving only his trousers, and wrapped the Song of the Blue Sky, the rune book, and the two magic rings in his clothes, and handed them to Fabian.

Seeing that he was dressed in steel-like sturdy muscles, well-proportioned and angular, like a perfect statue carefully carved, exuding a strange dull luster, everyone was amazed.

The legendary swordsman Astan stared even more, as if he recognized something.

He whispered a few words in Emily's ear, and Emily's eyes widened.

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

The handle alone was one and a half meters long, as thick as an arm, and the huge head was boxy, made of a single piece of metal, and weighed nearly five hundred pounds.

Generally, such a heavy hammer, which needs to be held in both hands, is specially made for barbarians who are more than two meters in stature.

Wren grabbed the handle of the hammer and picked it up lightly, effortlessly, as easily as holding a straw in his hand.

Seeing this scene, everyone's expressions changed greatly.

Sicarius did not dare to take any more contempt, he took a deep breath, placed the greatsword sideways in front of him, and said, "Come on. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Wren's figure suddenly zoomed in front of him, and the hammer slammed in!