Chapter 174 Convincing Others with Strength

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

Ren was overjoyed. The souls of these two Macragges had the same elemental runes as Sicarius.

Under closer observation, he became more aware of the role of this element.

The main effect is to obtain a part of the physical quality of the selected target, superimposed on oneself, the stronger the selected host, the higher the increase obtained.

However, this element cannot be used unilaterally and requires the consent of the host.

The selected host has a certain binding force on the Macragges. As long as they are not too far away, they can hear the voices of the Macragges. The host can cut off the increase of the Macragges at any time and take the initiative to Power is in your own hands.

If the Macragges want to change their target, they must obtain the consent of the original host.

Once the host dies, not only will all the boost effects be lost, but the souls of the Macragges will also be severely damaged.

At this time, none of the three Macragges here had a host.

Their strengths are all exercised by themselves.

Ryan can understand their approach.

This racial talent is very powerful, and it is a shortcut for the Macragges 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.

Although this kind of relationship is not as harsh as that between a tyrant and a slave, it also has major constraints, and it is not easy to randomly choose a host.

"Sicarius."

Torsedrin cried out.

Sicarius, who was concentrating on exercising, put down the iron block in his hand and stood up from the stone slab. With a tall body of 2.2 meters, he erected a wall in front of everyone like a wall, forming a huge pressure.

Ren is nearly 1.9 meters tall, which is considered outstanding among normal people, but standing in front of Sicarius, he feels as if he is covered by a shadow.

This reminded him of the famous athlete with an emoji in his previous life.

Ryan had been lucky enough to meet him at close range, and he looked like a little giant. Sicarius was about the same height, but wider and stronger, and weighed at least five or six hundred pounds.

"boss."

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

Without waiting for Torsedrin's introduction, Ren took two steps forward, stretched out his hand and said, "I'm Ren, very pleased to meet Mr. Sicarius."

Sicarius shook his hand.

"Ren is the lord of Glamorgan." Torsedrin added next to him.

Sicarius let go of his hand, and when he heard Torcedrin's words, his face changed slightly, and he looked at the human in front of him seriously. Like other human beings, he looked very thin, but rumors said that this lord in front of him used a legendary soul gun to slaughter hundreds of extraordinary people yesterday.

Even a legendary wizard was killed on the spot!

Anyone who can kill a legend must also have the strength of a legend. Sicarius's slightly arrogant expression immediately restrained himself.

He has lived in Modu for several years, and he also understands some etiquette of human nobles. He asked, "Lord Lord, what do you want me to do?"

Ren originally 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.

In this world, the strong come first, no matter how nice it sounds, it is better to convince people with force, or to smash people with money, simply, save those troublesome and time-consuming tricks.

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

"Not only you, but also your two compatriots." He pointed to the other two Macragges in the training room, "They can also serve me together."

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

The smile on Torsedrin's face disappeared immediately, and his expression was a little stiff. He never thought that Ren would be so direct.

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

Most importantly, he has faith in Sicarius.

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

He folded his hands on his chest, his eyes became a little cold, and his stand was firm.

Ren didn't feel discouraged at all, and continued: "No matter how much your salary is in the arena or how high the treatment is, I can double it for you."

"Sorry, my lord, it's not about money." Sicarius still refused to agree.

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

It seems that spending money is still useful...

"It's not about the money, why?" he pressed.

Torsedrin couldn't bear it anymore, and said, "Ren, the Macragges have their own traditions, and they won't serve others at will. Unless they get their approval, the lord should not force it."

"I want to force it."

Ren threw this sentence bluntly, and suddenly changed his face again, showing a little apology, "Your Highness, I hope you don't blame me for my recklessness. I really appreciate Sicarius and want him to be mine. Escort instructors, teach combat skills."

Torsedrin was so anxious that he took out his double-headed sword and struck Ren on the head.

Why didn't I see just now that this kid is such a rascal.

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

Sicarius glanced at Torsedrin, but did not reply.

However, two of his fellow clansmen came over, and the two Macragges were obviously moved when they heard the conditions offered by Ren.

One of them said in a muffled voice: "We don't serve the weak, you must defeat us in the duel of 'Makgora'."

Ren's eyes lit up, "Makgora? Do you have any conditions?"

"You can't wear any armor, you can't use overly powerful weapons, you can't sneak attack, and you can't use spells. You can only rely on your own strength and skills to fight in the most primitive way until one of them falls. Tradition," replied another Macragge.

"good!"

"Haha, I like this tradition!" Ren laughed loudly, this kind of duel was exactly what he wanted.

Everyone felt a little baffled, and then heard that Ren said to Sicarius: "I challenge you to 'Maggora'."

Then he turned to the other two Macragges, "And you two, I will also challenge together."

"My lord!"

Fabian cried out in shock: "Don't do it..."

Emilys also spoke out to dissuade, "Your Excellency, please think twice."

She signed the contract with great difficulty, and she didn't even earn a single gold shield. She didn't want to watch her employer being beaten to death in front of her eyes.

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

Although he killed a legendary wizard yesterday, everyone knew that he relied on a legendary weapon, and he was obviously not a legendary superhuman.

I heard that the lord's extraordinary profession is a combat wizard, and his melee strength is not bad, but how can he compare with Sicarius?

You know, Sicarius is the three consecutive annual champions of the Giant Hammer Arena!

For the past three years, people have challenged Sicarius every day. The tyrannical strength is shocking, and the fighting skills have passed the test of hundreds of competitions.

Modu has a population of over ten million, and there are many superhumans and masters of various races, but no one below the legend can defeat Sicarius in the arena.

The title of invincible is not called for nothing!

Torsedrin frowned, not knowing what Ren was planning. Although he didn't like Ren to dig his own corner in person, he didn't want Ren to be beaten to death. He persuaded, "My lord, you can't be Xi Callius' opponent, give up."

"If you don't try it, how will you know?" Ren was unmoved.

Sicarius was silent.

According to the tradition of the Macragge people, Makgora's challenge cannot be rejected, but he didn't want to fight Rennes because it was unnecessary.

The corner of Ren's mouth raised, and he threw out the temptation: "If you win, I will give each of you 10,000 gold shields."

Sicarius suddenly looked at Ren, "Are you serious?"

10,000 gold shields, he has been in the giant mallet arena for three years, and the money he earned, plus the prize money for the arena championship, adds up to only about 10,000 gold shields.

"I never mean what I say."

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

The three Macragges were all attracted by the light of the golden ticket.

"However, if you lose..." Ren 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 can only be on par with the arena."

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

Seeing Ryan's full confidence, everyone began to doubt.

Torsedrin even felt something was wrong, and was about to speak out to stop him, when he heard Sicarius yelling loudly: "Okay, I accept your challenge."

Sicarius turned around and picked up the giant 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 ground is not small, it is five to six hundred square meters, very empty, enough for two people to fight.

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

Seeing his strong muscles like cast steel, well-proportioned and sharp-edged, like a perfect statue carefully carved, with a strange dull luster exuding from his body, everyone was surprised.

The legendary swordsman Astan's gaze was even more focused, as if he recognized something.

He clung to Emily's ear and whispered a few words, and Emily's eyes widened immediately.

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

The handle of this heavy hammer is 1.5 meters long, as thick as an arm, and the huge hammer head is square. The whole body is made of a single piece of metal, and the weight is close to 500 pounds.

Generally, such a heavy hammer needs to be held with both hands, and it is specially made for barbarians with a stature of more than two meters.

Ren 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.

Sicarius didn't dare to underestimate any more. He took a deep breath, put the giant sword in front of him, and said, "Come on."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ren's figure suddenly magnified in front of his eyes, and the heavy hammer came crashing down!