Looking at the Northland barbarians who were about two meters tall on the other side of the stream, Leolina subconsciously reached out and covered her lips.

The Northland barbarian, whose name was "Krusov", was stronger than all the barbarians she had ever seen, like a little giant, and the bulging muscles were bare in the cold wind of the Northland, and the intricate tattoos and vertical and horizontal scars were faintly visible on it.

There was a row of short spears stuck in his back, and a short axe in his hand, on the blade of the axe, drops of blood dripped from the tip of the axe to the snow, and in an instant it was frozen into ice slag.

"There are only a few names for the champion gladiators of the Northland."

Looking at the national face of the Northland barbarian, Wren replied with a smile.

"As you can see, my name is Wren and I'm a paladin."

As he spoke, he raised the Celestial Blade in his hand, and a divine and warm light spread from the tip of the sword to the surroundings.

"I don't know anyone called Wren, especially a paladin."

Krusov glanced at Wren suspiciously and said in a muffled voice.

"Poof!"

The female mage standing beside Wren couldn't help but laugh, and then hurriedly covered her mouth with her hand.

It was the first time she'd seen a paladin stumble in communication since she met Wren.

As we all know, the profession of the holy warrior has a great advantage in communication with people's good impression of him, and it is not an exaggeration to say that "invincible".

However, it is extremely rare for a paladin to run into a problem when communicating with non-evil professionals.

This time, the female mage, who is a melon-eating crowd, has eaten melons for a good time.

Turning his head to glare at his teammates in annoyance, Wren turned his head with a warm smile on his face again.

"It's okay, Krusov, I think you know me by now."

As a holy warrior, you need to be cheeky once in a while.

"I came to you to invite you to join my adventure party."

"Sorry, not interested."

Krusov's words interrupted Wren's words.

I don't know how many times I've heard such an invitation since he became famous.

But he really wasn't interested in that, adventuring in the wilderness, how could he rise faster between life and death in the gladiatorial arena?

Compared with the twists and turns of the wilderness adventure, he prefers the thrill of the gladiatorial arena that is fist-to-flesh and a moment of life and death, and only this feeling of crossing the dividing line between life and death can make him dare not relax in the slightest and desperately improve his strength.

His title of champion gladiator was killed in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

And those who can hold this title, except for him, are almost all high-level professionals between level 12 and 15.

As expected.

In the face of Krusov's merciless refusal, the expression on Wren's face was still very calm.

This result was already expected by him, and he just tried it to see if he could impress the other party with words alone.

But what is clear is that he failed.

It seems that there is only that......

Sighing secretly, Wren spoke:

"Krusov, I suppose it's almost time for you to start your own path, right?"

When a professional reaches level 10, he needs to think about and choose the path he will take next; When you reach level 15, you need to choose whether you are ready to embark on the bumpy and winding path of the Destiny Path.

The Path of Destiny, as the name suggests, is the path that must be experienced to become a Legend of Destiny.

If you succeed, you will soar to the sky and become a well-known legend of the Mandate of Heaven; If you fail, your career level and basic attributes will be weakened and punished to varying degrees, and even if you become a legend again in the future, your strength will be a little weaker than that of ordinary legends.

And at this point in time, Krusov was already standing at the crossroads of choosing his own future path.

This guy's career level has reached level ten?

Hearing Wren's words, the female mage raised her head and looked at the Northland barbarians not far away, with a hint of surprise in her beautiful eyes.

But Krusov's reaction was clearly more violent than Leolina's.

"What the hell are you trying to say, strange paladin?"

There was a hint of impatience in Krusov's words.

It is true that as the other party said, he is now distressed about the next road, but this feeling of his mind being poked out makes this Northland barbarian who is thick on the outside and thin on the inside quite uneasy in his heart.

He confirmed that the other party had come prepared.

How can a person who can survive a hundred battles in the gladiatorial arena and finally win the crown of "Champion Gladiator", how can he be a brainless guy?

Those who only know how to fight and kill have long been eliminated in the first few rounds.

Krusov's uprightness and recklessness were just a protective color he made for himself.

If you compare it with the characters on the Blue Star, Krusov is quite similar to the Zhang Sanye in the Three Kingdoms period of China, he is really reckless when he is reckless, but he is also absolutely unambiguous when he should use his brain.

"I have two paths of destiny in my hands for you to choose from, and both of them are extremely suitable for you Krusov," Wren held out two fingers, "I can tell you these two paths, but in exchange, you will need to pay some price." ”

Wren is not afraid of the opponent's strong grab.

First of all, the Northland barbarian in front of him is not a guy from the evil camp, and he can't do such a thing;

Secondly, even if the other party comes hard, the combination of him and Leolina may not be afraid of him;

Finally, before making a move, he needs to consider the reaction of the various churches in case he escapes.

Professionals with formal vocational training know not to provoke the clergy easily, and among them, the holy warriors are especially representative.

Behind these clergymen are all supported by the big guys, all of them beat the small ones to the big ones, provoke the big ones to the old, and in the last one they don't do well, even the gods they serve will go down to earth and help their devout disciples find a place in front.

At the beginning, those members of the Red Label Society gang who dared to attack Wren could only sigh "The ignorant are fearless".

If the few bigwigs of the Guardian Temple hadn't gone out to exterminate the cult, I'm afraid that these guys from the Red Label Society wouldn't have been able to see the sun the next day......

Sure enough, after hearing Wren's words, although Krusov showed an excited look, he didn't have the slightest intention of making a move.

After hesitating for a moment, the Northland barbarian finally couldn't resist the temptation of "True Fragrance", gritted his teeth and said:

"I can grant your request, but not at the cost of losing my freedom!"

"Don't worry, we have a ten-year term, you will serve me for ten years, and during this period, I will help you become a legend of destiny!"

Seeing that the other party was relieved, Wren's tense heart finally relaxed.

At this point, the matter is already more than half.

"As a sign of sincerity, I will tell you all these two paths of destiny, and you will make your own choice."

Finally, Wren added.

Find the status today and start paying off the debt tomorrow.

(End of chapter)