Wren looked at the wood elf.

A light green leather armor sets off the tall figure of the wood elf, he is much stronger than the ordinary elf, and he is half a head taller, the leather armor is full of muscles, and he wears a delicate silver headband on his forehead, and his long hair is shawl, with a handsome face, he looks chic and uninhibited.

The Soul Eye saw that this elf was a legendary powerhouse, proficient in melee skills, and only had a few auxiliary spells, and should be a jungle ranger.

Judging by the strength of his soul, he was equivalent to a transcendent person around the eleventh level.

Moreover, the color of the other party's soul is normal and there is no hostility.

After introducing himself, Tosedlin immediately said apologetically: "I have to worry about the whole arena, so I didn't come over in time to entertain me, I hope the lord can forgive me." ”

"Your Highness doesn't need to be so polite. ”

Wren got up from the sofa and said with a smile: "I'm not in a hurry, I just had time to enjoy a few performances, which were wonderful and opened my eyes." ”

Fabian had reported before he came that the identity of this Tosedrin, who was a member of the Wood Elf royal family, was an elven prince in the clan.

However, Prince Tosedlin is far from the throne and is said to have no intention of fighting for it.

In order to avoid the strife in the royal family, Torsedlin traveled thousands of miles to the empire and established the Arena of Giant Hammers, which after decades of operation and because of his transcendent status, he had a high prestige among the foreign tribes of Modu.

With the Hammer Arena as the core, Torsederin has developed a series of inns, bars, casinos, brothels, all souls clubs, alchemists, auctions and a large number of other industries, and at the same time weaves a huge network of relationships, and is one of the great forces to be reckoned with in the county of Glamorgan.

It was through Tosedrin's use that Fabian contacted several mercenary groups.

When Torsedlin heard Wren address him, he raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced at Fabian next to him, and said, "I'm just a powerless prince in the clan, and I don't have such an honorific title, which makes the lord laugh." ”

"Just call me Wren. Wren waved his hand and laughed at himself, "I don't know how long this lord can be in office." ”

Thorcedrin did not have the slightest contempt, "With the strength of the lord, he must be able to continue to be in power." ”

Obviously, he was well aware of what happened yesterday at the Blue Water High Castle.

Smack!

Torcedrin slapped his palms twice, and several beautiful elf servants entered the box with food and wine, and he commanded one of them, "Invite a few mercenary captains in." ”

"Yes, Your Highness. ”

Wren sat down and chatted casually with Torcedrin about the athletic show just now, and soon, three "people" of different shapes entered the box.

The leader is a giant man who is more than two meters tall, his rough skin is pale cyan, the muscles of his whole body seem to explode, he is wearing a heavy jet-black half-body armor, and there is a blood-red cloak on his back, revealing two arms that are as thick as ordinary people's thighs, his arms are covered with tattoos, a lion nose and a wide mouth, his appearance is a little hideous, and his eyes have a strong sense of aggression, giving people a sense of majesty and brutality.

When Wren saw this person, he couldn't help but change his heart slightly.

It's a half-orc!

Orcs are hybrid descendants of humans and orcs, although they are not as rare as half-elves, and there are many of them, and in the border areas bordering orc tribes in the north of the empire, half-orcs have formed a unique culture, but they have not yet been recognized as subjects of the empire.

Half-orcs and half-elves, with a blood-soul curse in their souls.

However, they have an advantage over half-elves, and that is that they are easier to breed.

The vast majority of orcs are excellent warriors when they reach adulthood, and they can perform soul transformation rituals to become transcendents like their human parents.

The half-orc in front of him is a powerful transcendent.

Moreover, his transcendent profession is extremely rare, called "Tyrant"!

The official name of the tyrants was "Conquerors", and they were devoted followers of the "Black Emperor" Banerko.

This deity has multiple priesthoods of "tyranny", "fear", and "subjugation", and many rulers of human kingdoms and alien races believe in this powerful god, establish his church as the state religion, and rule the people with the idea of the church.

For this reason, Banerko is also known as the "King of Tyrants".

For his most devout followers, Banrkor created the transcendent profession of "conqueror".

However, because of the belief in the rulers of the Black Emperor, those tyrannical kings, lords, and chieftains have always had a bad reputation, so people are accustomed to using the term "tyrant" to refer to their extraordinary profession.

The Tyrant is a melee class, usually advanced from the Berserker or Iron Guard, and at the time of the third soul transformation, it fuses the demon soul of the "Eye Demon Tyrant" to obtain the core elements "Touch of Domination" and "Psychic Whip".

The Touch of Domination is the supernatural element, which, through physical contact, can control intelligent beings weaker than itself, becoming the most loyal servants, while still maintaining its own thoughts, like slaves.

This is an even more terrifying ability than mind control, not only is there no time limit, but the tyrant is able to borrow power from his own slaves to increase his strength, and the more slaves there are, the stronger the tyrant will be.

In addition, the element of Psychic Lash can be used to attack enemies, and it can also be used as a command cry through sound.

Through this kind of command warhole, the tyrant can control his slaves, and it can also play a variety of incentive effects.

The combination of these two elements makes the tyrant never alone, and wherever he goes, he carries a large group of slaves with him, like an iron-blooded army that never rebels, and the tyrant is the absolute leader of this army.

Wren heard a dozen transcendents pouring into the corridor outside the box.

Their footsteps were as neat as the sound of their footsteps, they should be the slaves of this half-orc tyrant, and the souls of the half-orcs stretched out a dozen thin lines invisible to ordinary people, passing through the walls and connecting with the slaves outside.

One by one, the soul power was fed into the half-orc's brain along a thin line.

The soul power contributed by a single slave is not much, but the sum of more than a dozen slaves is very considerable, making the strength of the orcs skyrocket several times.

This half-orc is a ninth-level tyrant, not a legend, but he has a strength comparable to a legend.

Wren looked away from the orc.

The second is a human wizard, an eighth-level elemental envoy, about forty years old, with an ordinary appearance and a very inconspicuous appearance.

The figure that came in at the end made Wren's eyes light up.

This is a petite human female, only about one meter six tall, may not be enough, the whole body is wrapped in a gray cloak, but it can't stop Wren's sharp gaze, the body under the cloak is exquisite, the big is big, the small is small, the proportions are coordinated, and the infinite reverie in people's hearts is aroused.

She lifted her hood, revealing long silver-blonde hair, her innocent face was sexy, and her purple eyes were extremely smart, as if she could see through people's hearts, containing wisdom and strength far beyond ordinary people.

When she revealed her true face, the box seemed to light up.

All the men present, including Wren, the orcs, and Prince Tosedrin, had a look of appreciation in their eyes, and such stunning beauties were not common.

Wren glanced at it only before withdrawing his gaze.

He was amazed that this lady was not an empty vase, but a legend.

"Legendary Dragon Warlock ......"

Wren sighed secretly, Mo is worthy of being the capital of trade, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and has seen two rare transcendent professions in a row, the Tyrant and the Dragon Vein Warlock.

He pretended to inadvertently sweep the corner of the box, where Osilia stood invisible.

The Dragon Warlock is the dragon's sworn enemy!

The dragon vein warlock is upgraded by fusing the demon soul of the dragonborn, and when the legend is below, as long as the soul of the dragonborn is enough, but after being promoted to the legend, the soul of the true dragon must be fused.

If you want to get the soul of the true dragon, you basically have to slay the dragon.

This transcendent class is the dragon's most hated human, and they will not miss a chance to kill a dragon warlock if given the chance.

However, Wren found that Osiria seemed indifferent, blind to the sworn enemy in front of him.

He didn't understand.

Observing the lady carefully with the eyes of her soul, she suddenly discovered that her soul structure was different from that of ordinary transcendents, possessing a variety of dragon abilities and elements, but a different way of meditating.

"Isn't she a dragon vein warlock?"

Wren was puzzled, and before he had time to take a closer look, the three people who came in focused their eyes on him, looking up and down.

Torcedrin got up and smiled, "Wren, let me introduce you." ”

He pointed to the orcs at the head, "This is the leader of the 'Blood and Sand' mercenary group, Mr. Graham, he is a tyrant. ”

Graham, the orc, squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying at Wren.

Wren nodded in response.

Torsedlin looked at the middle-aged wizard again, "Gao Lanna is an old acquaintance of mine, and the 'Green Flame Hand' he belongs to has a large number of wizards and warlocks, and his strength is no less than that of some well-known spellcaster organizations. ”

Wren realized that this Gao Lanna should not be the leader of the "Green Flame Hand".

Finally, when Torsedlin was about to introduce the lady who was suspected of being a dragon vein warlock, she took the initiative to step forward and saluted, "Emilys, the leader of the Dragonstone Mercenary Regiment, has seen Your Excellency. ”

Her voice was sonorous and powerful, with a soft foreign accent, and it sounded a little strange.

Wren saw the mood of anticipation in her soul.

The three men had different inner thoughts, the orc Graham was interested in him, and the wizard Golanna was too calm, as if he had come to attend to an errand.

Obviously, they all already know their identities.

At this time, Torsedlin paused for a moment and said with a smile: "Three, you don't need me to say, you should have guessed the identity of Wren, it is our Lord of Glamorgan." ”

None of the three appeared surprised.

Yesterday's battle in the clear water and Gaobi has already spread throughout Mordu.

The major forces in the Glamorgan Domain secretly don't know how many times they have discussed this new lord and the terrifying soul gun.

It is now rumored everywhere that the Earl of Glamorgan possessed a legendary weapon and killed a legendary wizard in public.

The fall of a legendary wizard is shocking.

These three people are well-informed and powerful, and in front of Wren, no one dares to show even the slightest contempt and disrespect.

Not to mention that behind Wren there is also a Holy Soul Wizard.

The orc Graham asked with some eagerness, "Torsedrin, you brought us here to meet with the lord, but didn't tell us the purpose, now you can always talk." ”

"Of course. ”

Wren replied to Settodelin: "I need a group of men to help me recover the territory, and the reward will be satisfactory to you." ”

Graham's face changed slightly, he thought that Tosedlin wanted to let himself know the lord, but he didn't expect such a big task to be dropped.

He knew very well what that meant, and once he accepted the hire, he was making enemies of the Mordu nobles.

If Wren succeeds in recovering the territory, of course, it is best, but if he fails, he will face the revenge of the Mordu nobles, and the entire mercenary group may not be able to get along in Mordu.

Graham was still hesitating, and the wizard next to him, Gao Lanna, had already made a decision.

"I'm sorry, my lord, but we at the 'Hand of the Green Flame' are unable to accept your employment, so allow me to go first. ”

After saluting Wren, Golanna immediately turned and left the box.

Graham saw that Gao Lanna refused so decisively, obviously not daring to take risks, he also had some retreat in his heart, but he didn't want to miss the opportunity to befriend a powerful lord, and while he was still thinking about it, he heard a female voice sound:

"My lord, I've taken on this task. ”