Chapter 170

Ren looked at the wood elf.

A light green leather armor sets off the wood elf's tall and straight figure. He is much stronger than ordinary elves, and he is half a head taller. The leather armor is fully supported by muscles, and there is a delicate silver hair on his forehead. Belt, long hair shawl, coupled with a handsome face, looks unrestrained and unrestrained.

The eyes of the soul saw that this elf was a legendary powerhouse, proficient in melee combat skills, and only a few auxiliary spells. He should be a jungle ranger.

Judging from the strength of his soul, he is equivalent to a transcendent of around eleventh level.

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

After Torsedrin introduced himself, he immediately said apologetically: "I have to worry about the arena up and down, so I didn't come over to entertain in time. I hope the lord can forgive me."

"Your Highness, you don't need to be so polite."

Ren got up from the sofa and said with a smile: "I'm not in a hurry. I just have time to enjoy a few performances. They are wonderful and opened my eyes."

Fabian had reported before coming that the identity of Torsedrin was not simple. He was a member of the wood elf royal family and an elf prince in the clan.

However, Prince Torsedrin is far away from the throne, and it is said that he has no intention of fighting for it.

In order to avoid disputes among the royal family, Tosedrin traveled thousands of miles to the empire and established the Giant Hammer Arena. After decades of operation, and because of his superior status, he has a high reputation among the foreigners in Modu. prestige.

With the Giant Hammer Arena as the core, Torsedrin has developed a series of hotels, bars, casinos, brothels, magic clubs, alchemy shops, auctions and other industries. At the same time, it has woven a huge network of relationships. One of the big forces that cannot be ignored in the Earl of Glamorgan.

It was through Torsedrin that Fabian contacted several mercenary groups.

Torsedrin raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard Renn addressing him, glanced at Fabian next to him, and said, "I'm just a powerless prince in the clan, and I don't deserve such an honorary title. Let the lord laugh."

"Just call me Ren." Ren waved his hand and laughed at himself, "I don't know how long I can be a lord."

Torsedrin did not despise him in the slightest, "With the strength of the lord, he must be able to continue forever."

Obviously, he is very clear about what happened in High Castle of Clear Water yesterday.

Clap!

Torsedrin clapped his hands twice, and several beautiful female elf servants entered the box with food and wine, and he ordered one of them: "Please come in some mercenary captains."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Ren sat down and chatted casually with Torsedlin about the rodeo just now. Soon, three "people" of different shapes entered the box.

The leader was a giant man over two meters tall. His rough skin was light cyan, and his muscles seemed to explode. He was wearing a heavy black half-body armor and a big blood-red cloak behind him, revealing two thighs thicker than ordinary people. His arms are covered with tattoos, his nose is wide and his mouth is wide, his appearance is a little ferocious, his eyes have a strong sense of aggression, giving people a sense of majesty and brutality.

When Ren saw this person, his heart changed slightly.

It's a half-orc!

Half-orcs are the hybrid descendants of humans and orcs, but they are not as rare as half-elves, and there are a lot of them. In the border area in the north of the empire bordering the orc tribe, half-orcs have formed a unique culture, but they have not yet been recognized as children of the empire. civil.

Half-orcs, like half-elves, have the curse of blood in their souls.

However, they have an advantage over half-elves in that they are easier to reproduce.

Most half-orcs are excellent fighters after they reach adulthood, they can perform a soul transformation ceremony to become superhumans just like their human parents.

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

Moreover, his extraordinary profession is extremely rare, called "tyrant"!

The official name of the tyrants is "The Conqueror", and they are loyal followers of the "Black Emperor" Banlkor.

This deity has multiple priesthoods of "tyranny", "fear", and "conquest". Many rulers of human countries and alien races believe in this powerful deity, establish his church as the state religion, and rule the people with the concept of the church .

Therefore, Banerkou is also known as the "king of tyrants".

For his most devout believers, Bancor created the extraordinary profession of "Conqueror".

However, because the rulers who believed in the Black Emperor, those kings, lords, and chiefs who were tyrannical, had always had a bad reputation, so people used to use "tyrant" to refer to their extraordinary professions.

Tyrant is a melee class, usually advanced from Berserker or Iron Guard, at the time of the third soul transformation, the demon soul of "Beholder Tyrant" is fused, and the core elements "Touch of Domination" and "Mind Whip" are obtained .

The touch of dominance is a super element. Through physical contact, it can control intelligent creatures that are weaker than itself, and become the most loyal servant, but still maintain its own thinking, like a slave.

This is a more terrifying ability than mind control. Not only does it have no time limit, but also, the tyrant can borrow power from his slaves to increase his own strength. The more slaves there are, the stronger the tyrant will be.

In addition, the element of mind flogging can be used to attack the enemy, or it can be cast through voice, becoming a command battle cry.

The tyrant controls his slaves through this command battle cry, and can also play various motivational effects.

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

Ren heard a dozen extraordinary people pouring into the corridor outside the box.

Their footsteps sounded in unison, and they should be the slaves of this half-orc tyrant. The half-orc soul stretched out ten thin lines invisible to ordinary people, passing through the wall and connecting with the slaves outside.

One after another soul power was input into the orc's brain along the thin line.

The soul power contributed by a single slave is not much, but ten slaves add up, it is very impressive, and the strength of the half-orc has skyrocketed several times.

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

Ren looked away from the orc.

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

The last figure that came in made Ren's eyes light up.

This is a petite human female, only about 1.6 meters tall, maybe less than that, her whole body is wrapped in a gray cloak, but it can't stop Ren's sharp gaze. The body under the cloak is exquisite and exquisite, it should be big Big, the small should be small, and the proportion is coordinated, which attracts people's infinite reverie.

She raised her hood, revealing her long silver-gold hair. Her face was pure and sexy, and her purple eyes were extremely agile, 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 Ren, the half-orc, and Prince Torsedrin, showed admiration in their eyes. Such a stunning beauty is not common.

Ren just took a look and then looked away.

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

"Legendary Dragon Vein Warlock..."

Ren sighed secretly, Morocco is worthy of being the capital of trade, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, I saw two rare extraordinary professions in a row, Tyrant and Dragon Vein Warlock.

He pretended to inadvertently swept across the corner of the box, and Oxilia stood there invisible.

Dragon Warlocks are the sworn enemies of dragons!

A dragon vein warlock upgrades by fusing the demon soul of a dragon descendant. When it is below the legend, it only needs the soul of the dragon descendant. However, after being promoted to the legend, it must integrate the soul of a real dragon.

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

This extraordinary profession is the most hated human being by giant dragons. If given the chance, they will never let go of any chance to kill a dragon vein warlock.

However, Ryan found that Oxilia seemed indifferent, turning a blind eye to the deadly enemy in front of her.

He doesn't understand.

Using the eyes of the soul to observe this lady carefully, I suddenly discovered that her soul structure is different from that of ordinary transcendents. She possesses the abilities and elements of a variety of dragons, but the way of meditation is different.

"Isn't she a dragon vein warlock?"

Ren was puzzled and didn't have time to take a closer look. The three people who came in focused on him and looked up and down.

Torsedrin got up and smiled, "Ren, let me introduce you."

He pointed to the half-orc in the lead, "This is the head of the 'Blood and Sand' mercenary group, Mr. Graham, he is a tyrant."

The half-orc Graham squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying at Ren.

Ren nodded in response.

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

Ren understood that this Gao Lanna should not be the leader of the "Green Flame Hand".

In the end, when Torsedrin wanted to introduce the lady who was suspected to be a dragon vein warlock, she took the initiative to step forward and saluted, "Emilys, the leader of the Dragonstone mercenary group, has seen you."

Her voice was sonorous and powerful, with a soft foreign accent, which sounded a bit weird.

Wren saw the emotion of anticipation in her soul.

These three people had different inner thoughts. Graham the half-orc was quite interested in him, but the wizard Gao Lanna was too calm, as if he had come to deal with an errand.

Obviously, they all already knew their identities.

At this moment, Tossedling paused and said with a smile: "You three, needless to say, you should all have guessed the identity of Ren, who is our lord of Glamorgan."

None of the three expressed surprise.

The battle that took place in Bishui Gaobi yesterday has already spread throughout Modu.

The major forces in Glamorgan's territory secretly discussed the new lord and the terrifying soul gun many times in secret.

It is now spreading 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 strong men, but none of them dared to show even the slightest contempt and disrespect in front of Ren.

Not to mention that there was a holy soul wizard standing behind Ren.

The half-orc Graham asked eagerly: "Torsedrin, you brought us here to meet the lord, but you didn't tell us the purpose. You can talk about it now."

"certainly."

Ren replied on behalf of Torsedlin: "I need a group of people to help me regain the territory, and the reward must satisfy you."

Graham's face changed slightly. He thought it was Tosedrin who wanted to get to know the lord, but he didn't expect such a big task to be dropped.

He knew exactly what this meant. Once he accepted the employment, he would be an enemy of the Modu nobles.

It would be best if Rennes successfully took back the territory; but if he failed, he would have to face the revenge of the Modu nobles, and the entire mercenary group might not be able to survive in Modu.

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

"Sorry, Lord Lord, we 'Green Flame Hand' cannot accept your employment, please allow me to take a step forward."

After Gao Lanna saluted Ren, he immediately turned and left the box.

Seeing that Gao Lanner refused so decisively, Graham obviously didn't dare to take the risk, and he felt a little shy in his heart, but he didn't want to miss the opportunity to make friends with a powerful lord. He was still thinking about it when he heard a woman sound up:

"My lord, I have accepted this task."