"Sicarius?"

Torsedlin laughed, a little smug: "He is one of the best gladiators in my Hammer Arena, especially in solo competition, no one can beat under the legend. It was his luck that Sicarius was appreciated by his lordship. ”

He was not surprised by Wren's request.

Arenas were extremely popular in the Empire, and there were many enthusiasts, many of whom were high-ranking VIPs, who used their power to meet their favorite gladiators and give them some rewards.

Of course, some people actually want to dig into the corners of the arena and recruit gladiators.

This is also one of the reasons why many transcendents are willing to become gladiators, and making a name for themselves in the arena is equivalent to getting an upward path.

Imperial law did not allow slaves to exist, and gladiators were all free, so their contracts had a clause that they could end their contracts and leave at any time if they wanted to.

Thorcedrin has been running the arena for so many years, and immediately guessed Wren's mind.

However, he was very reassured of Sicarius.

In the past few years, I don't know how many people wanted to recruit Sicarius under his command and offer very lucrative terms, far higher than the income in the arena, but Sicarius never moved.

This makurag has his own principles, and it is not so easy to be poached.

Torcedrin doesn't think Wren has what it takes.

He summoned one of his elven men and commanded, "Go and call Sicarius up." ”

Wren didn't know much about these things, and when he saw Torsedlin so cooperative, he suddenly realized that his idea might not be so easy to implement.

A few minutes later, the elf returned to the box, but his face was a little embarrassed, and he reported: "Your Highness, Sicarius said that it is the rest time of the arena, and he wants to exercise and does not want to be disturbed. ”

A look of embarrassment appeared on Tosedrin's face: "Lord Lord, do you think you want to come back another day?"

In fact, he had long known Sicarius's habits, and deliberately asked people to invite Sicarius, which was a tactful refusal.

Without waiting for Wren to respond, as the lord's henchman, Fabian took the lead in expressing his dissatisfaction, "A gladiator, what a big shelf. ”

Wren raised his hand to stop him.

From the sound of all things, he heard the conversation between the elf and Sicarius, the elf did not tell the truth, Sicarius was indeed exercising, but he did not refuse to see people completely, but asked others to meet him.

"No other day. Wren smiled and said, "Please lead the way, Mr. Tosedrin, I will personally visit Sicarius, just to say a few words." ”

In fact, he didn't just want to see Sicarius.

At this moment, beside Sicarius, there were other gladiators.

Listening to their conversation, they should all be Maculags, and he wanted to confirm whether the unknown peculiar element was unique to Sicarius or the racial talent of the Maculags.

This is important for Rennes.

If it were just the elements that Sicarius possessed, then just see it, and if it was their racial talent, then perhaps the most terrible army in the world would appear!

For this reason, Wren did not hesitate to be cheeky and pretended not to understand Tosedrin's refusal.

Tosedlin was stunned for a moment, and he had no choice but to agree.

Emilys next to her was aroused by her interest and said, "I also want to meet this gladiator, Torcedrin, you won't refuse, will you?"

"Of course, two distinguished guests, please come with me. ”

Tocedlin smiled and made a gesture of please.

Coming out of the box on the top floor of the arena, outside the corridor, in addition to the attendants of the arena, there were three transcendent beings waiting.

As soon as they saw Emilys, they immediately stood up and saluted her, shouting, "Captain." ”

Wren's gaze swept over them, and he couldn't help but be surprised.

The three men were all men, and the one in the middle was wearing a set of silver-white armor, with white hair, and even his beard was white, and he could see that he was very old, but his body was still strong and tall, and he had a pair of blue eyes, and his eyes were clear, without the slightest old age.

The Soul Eye saw that this old man was a legendary swordsman.

The Swordsman is a very ancient profession, between the Ranger and the Iron Guard, seeking a balance between strength and agility, without any spells, and with a small number of elements, pursuing the purest and ultimate swordsmanship.

With the development of the times, transcendent professions tend to be specialized, and the application of various elements makes the strength of transcendental people stronger and stronger.

The swordsman who fought with only one sword was gradually eliminated by the times because the means were too simple.

Nowadays, very few people choose to become a swordsman.

Legendary swordsmen are even rarer.

Wren thought to himself, this should be another legend of the Dragonstone Mercenary Regiment.

Next to the old swordsman was a middle-aged strong man, with dark skin and thick hair on his body, but he was a little bald, which made his appearance, which was not very handsome, even worse.

This man is a high-ranking ranger.

Wren discovered his secret at a glance, and when he looked at Emilys, although his face looked normal, his soul color immediately changed to yellow and green, full of love and admiration.

However, it was the third person who surprised Wren the most.

When he saw it for the first time, he thought it was a halfling, only as tall as an ordinary person's waist, short and thin, with stubby legs, a disproportionately large head, a prominent forehead, black hair like a chicken nest, and a messy beard, and a nose that was cut off in half, revealing two black holes in the nostrils, extremely ugly, and looking a little scary.

Through the soul state, Wren knew that this was not a halfling, but a human.

It should be a dwarf who is born deformed.

Despite his ugly appearance, this dwarf is a transcendent, and a very rare branch of warlocks, a high-ranking demon warlock!

Demon Warlocks gain spell-casting abilities by enslaving demons and fusing their bloodlines.

Their fighting style is similar to that of the Wizard of All Souls, but the number of demons summoned is small, and there is a high risk that they can be attacked by the demons at any time.

Because of their frequent dealings with demons, they will inevitably be contaminated with the aura of evil energy, and many demonic warlocks eventually fall into the abyss and become minions of evil gods.

Therefore, demonic sorcerers are always ostracized and guarded against.

Wren looked deep into the soul of this demonic warlock, the other party was emotionally stable, neutral and peaceful, a faithful believer in the goddess of magic, the fire of faith was pure, without the slightest sign of depravity, better than the state of many transcendentals.

He couldn't help but admire it a little.

As a congenital deformity, he also became a demon warlock, and he has suffered many unbearable discrimination and slander from ordinary people in the past, but he can maintain a good attitude, which must be a person with great wisdom.

Emily nodded in response to the trio, telling them to follow.

Walking through the arena, Emilys introduced the three to Wren, the legendary swordsman named Astan, who was over two hundred years old, the middle-aged ranger was Bigbell, and the demon warlock was named Dinkraj.

"I've seen my lord. ”

When they learned that the mercenary group had accepted Wren's employment, the three of them had different mentalities.

Stan's mood was calm, as if he were looking at an unrelated person, and Bigbel's gaze fell on Wren's face, and his heart was wary, and a little hostility immediately developed.

Ding Raj was a little curious about Wren, and the color of his soul kept changing.

Wren took their reaction to heart and didn't say much.

Soon, Tosedlin led everyone to the bottom of the arena, which was divided into hundreds of large rooms that provided various services to the gladiators.

Training grounds, convalescent rooms, bars, and casinos are all packed with people.

Walking on the road, in many dim corners or behind the door, there were bursts of wheezing sounds, Wren's eyesight was too good, and at a glance, he saw those white bodies, there were humans, elves, and some strange races.

There are not only opposite-sex pairings, but also same-sex attraction, at least several pairs of macho men are fighting fiercely, and interracial intercourse is the norm, without the slightest cover-up, and they have a lot of fun in public.

Even, he saw a female minotaur.

"it!"

Wren was almost blinded, "This taste is too heavy......"

Sensing the change in his expression, Torcedrin spread his hands and explained: "Gladiators are on the verge of life and death every day, they can only paralyze themselves with alcohol and sex, they are full of energy, and if they do not meet the requirements and vent out, sooner or later the arena will break out in turmoil. ”

Wren nodded on the surface, but in his heart he was trying to erase the picture he had just seen.

He turned his head to look, and found that Emilys had put her hood back on, covering most of her face, her eyes were not evil, and her soul was emotionally stable, as if she had long been accustomed to it.

The reactions of the others were normal, except for the demon warlock Ding Raj's face was excited and eager to try.

Wren walked away from him without a trace.

Walk through the entertainment area and enter a spacious training ground where three gladiators are exercising, and the scene is completely different from the outside.

Wren spotted Sicarius at a glance.

Wearing only a pair of leather armor shorts, he lay flat on a stone slab, holding a huge iron block weighing five thousand pounds in each hand, and moved up and down continuously.

Every time the iron was lifted, the muscles in the arms and chest crumbled and loosened, like a machine.

I don't know how long he has been practicing, his whole body is wet with sweat, and his huge body is steaming hot, and he can feel the great visual impact when he looks at it from a distance.

A gasp sounded next to him, and the middle-aged ranger Bigbell sighed in a low voice: "What a strong force!"

"He has at least five levels of strength element. Astan judged.

Dinklagi didn't speak, just stared at Sicarius' muscular and tall body, his eyes full of envy.

Wren didn't care about that, but looked at the other two gladiators in the training ground, they were both two meters tall like Sikalys, tall and strong, with huge muscles like an explosion, and they were obviously Makulags.

Two souls unfold in front of your eyes, and one element after another emerges.

The strength of these two Maculags was far inferior to that of Sicarius, and they were only equivalent to a mid-level transcendent of the fourth or fifth level, and there were only six or seven elements.

Wren observed their souls, and then, he saw two expected elements!