Warhammer Wizard

Chapter 173: Persuade others

   "It really is a racial talent!"

  Ryan was overjoyed. The souls of these two Makurag people possessed the same elemental runes as Sicarius.

   Under close observation, he has a clearer understanding of the role of this element.

The main effect of    is to obtain a part of the physical fitness 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.

   All their strength is gained by their own training.

   Ren can understand their approach.

   This racial talent is very powerful, and it is a shortcut for the Makurag people to become stronger, but after selecting the host, they are 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 cannot easily choose a host.

   "Sicarius."

   Tor Sedlin exclaimed.

   Sicarius, who was concentrating on exercising, put down the iron block in his hand and stood up from the stone slab. The tall body of two meters and two, like a wall erected in front of everyone, formed a huge pressure.

   Lane is nearly 1.9 meters tall, which is considered outstanding among normal people, but standing in front of Sicarius, it feels like being covered by a shadow.

   This reminded him of the famous athlete with a watch bag in his previous life.

  Ryan had the honor to meet up close, like a little giant, Sicarius was about the same height, but wider and stronger, weighing at least five or six hundred pounds.

   "Boss."

   The exercise was interrupted, which made Sicarius a little unhappy. He picked up a towel and wiped off the sweat, looking down at the people entering the training room.

   Before Torsedlin could introduce him, Renn took two steps forward, stretched out his hand and said, "I'm Renn, I'm glad to meet Mr. Sicarius."

   Sikaius shook hands with him.

   "Rene is the lord of Glamorgan." Tosedlin added.

   Sikaius released his hand, and when he heard Tosidlin's words, his face didn't change slightly, and he 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 soul gun yesterday to slaughter hundreds of extraordinary people.

  Even a legendary wizard was killed on the spot!

   Those who can kill the legend must also possess the strength of the legend. Sicarius's somewhat arrogant watch immediately converged a little.

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

   Rehn wanted to say a few words of offense to get closer.

   However, he suddenly felt that there was no need to bother.

   This world is the strongest, no matter how good it sounds, it is better to convince people with force, or use money to hit people, simply, save those troublesome and time-consuming cautions.

   After Ryan figured it out, he said straightforwardly: "I want you to work for me."

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

   As soon as I said this, everyone present was stunned.

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

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

  The most important thing is that he has confidence in Sicarius.

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

   He held his arms in his arms, his eyes became a little cold, and his stand was firm.

   Rehn did not feel discouraged, and continued: "No matter how much you are paid in the arena or how high you are paid, I can double it for you."

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

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

   It seems to be useful to spend money...

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

  Torseidlin finally couldn't help it, and said, "Rene, the Makurag people have their own traditions. They will not work for others at will. Unless they get their approval, Lord Lord still don't force it."

   "I want to force it."

Rehn threw out these words, suddenly showing a bit of apology like a face change, "Next, I hope you don't blame my recklessness. I really admire Sicarius and want him to be my guard instructor. Teach combat skills."

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

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

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

   Sikaius glanced at Torsedrin, but did not reply.

   However, two of his kinsmen 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's eyes lit up, "Macgoola? Are there any conditions?"

"You can’t wear any armor, you can’t use overly powerful weapons, you can’t sneak attacks, and you can’t use spells. You can only rely on your own strength and skills to carry out the most primitive battles until one of them falls. This is how Mak'gora fights Tradition." Another Makurag replied.

"it is good!"

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

   Everyone felt a little inexplicable, and then when they heard, Ren said to Sicarius: "I challenge you to'Macgora'."

   Then to the other two Makulags, "And you two, I will challenge together."

   "Lord Lord!"

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

   Amelis also spoke out to discourage, "Your Excellency, please think twice."

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

   Others also looked stunned, and the lord was too impulsive.

   Although he killed a legendary wizard yesterday, everyone knows that he relied on a legendary weapon and he was obviously not a legendary supernatural being.

   I heard that the lord’s extraordinary class is a combat wizard, with good melee combat strength, but how can it be compared with Sicarius?

   You know, Sicarius is the three consecutive annual champion of the Mallet Arena!

   For the past three years, people have challenged Sicarius every day. His tyrannical strength is shocking, and his fighting skills have been tested in hundreds of competitions.

   Modu has a population of over tens of millions, and I don’t know how many transcendents and masters of all races, but below the legend, no one can defeat Sicarius in the arena.

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

Torsedlin frowned. He didn't know what Renn was thinking about. Although he didn't like Renn digging his own corner in person, he didn't want Renn to be killed. He persuaded him, "Lord Lord, you can't be West. Callius' opponent, let's give up."

   "If you don't try it, how can you know?" Renn was unmoved.

   Sicarius was silent.

  According to the tradition of the Makurag people, he can't refuse the challenge of Mak'gora, but he doesn't want to fight Rennes because it is not necessary.

   Rehn raised his mouth, throwing out confusion: "If you win, I will give each of you ten thousand golden shields."

   Sikaius looked at Renn suddenly, "Are you serious?"

   Ten thousand golden shields. He has been in the Mallet Arena for three years. The money he earned, plus the prize money of the arena champions, adds up to only about ten thousand golden shields.

   "I never speak to count."

Ren directly took out a thick stack of golden tickets from the ring, "This is ten thousand golden shields. As long as you defeat me in Mak'gora, these golden tickets will be yours, and the other twenty thousand golden shields will let me go back. send over."

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

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

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

   Seeing Ren's full of confidence, everyone began to doubt.

  Torceidlin had a foreboding feeling, and was about to speak to stop ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ when I heard Sicarius yelling: "Okay, I accept your challenge."

   Sikaius turned and picked up the huge sword leaning against the corner, "Let's go to the arena."

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

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

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

   Seeing his firm muscles like cast iron, well-proportioned, sharp-edged, like a perfectly carved statue, exuding a strange dull luster, everyone was surprised.

  The legendary swordsman Ashtan's eyes narrowed even more, as if he recognized something.

   He attached to Emily's ear, whispered a few words, Emily's eyes widened suddenly.

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

   This heavy hammer is as long as one meter and five meters long with its handle alone. It is as thick as an arm and has a huge hammer head. It is made of a single piece of metal and weighs close to 500 pounds.

   Generally, such heavy hammers need to be held in both hands, and they are specially made for barbarians who are more than two meters tall.

   Ryan 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 drastically.

   Sikaius did not dare to look down any more, he took a deep breath, put the great sword in front of him, and said, "Come on."

   As soon as his voice fell, Ren's shadow suddenly magnified in front of his eyes, and the heavy hammer crashed!

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