Chapter 172

"Sicarius?"

Torsedrin laughed, a little smug: "He is one of the best gladiators in my giant mallet arena, especially in single-player competitions. No one can beat him under the legend. Sicarius can get the lord Your lord's appreciation, this is his luck."

He was not surprised by Rennes' request.

The arena is extremely popular in the empire, and there are many fanatical fans, many of whom are distinguished guests of high status. They use their power to meet their favorite gladiators and give them some rewards.

Of course, some people actually want to poach the corner of the arena and recruit gladiators.

This is also one of the reasons why many extraordinary people are willing to become gladiators. Gaining a reputation in the arena is equivalent to getting a rising channel.

Imperial law does not allow slaves to exist, and all gladiators are free. Therefore, there is a stipulation in their contracts that they can buy out the contract and leave early at any time as long as they want.

Torsedrin has been running the arena for so many years, so he immediately guessed Ren's thoughts.

However, he was very reassured about Sicarius.

In the past few years, I don't know how many people wanted to recruit Sicarius under his command, offering very generous conditions, far higher than the income in the arena, but Sicarius was never tempted.

This Macragge has his own principles, and it is not so easy to be poached away.

Torsedrin didn't think Rennes had this ability.

He summoned an elf subordinate and said, "Go and call Sicarius up."

Ren didn't know much about these details. Seeing Torsedrin's cooperation, he suddenly realized that his idea might not be so easy to realize.

A few minutes later, the elf returned to the box, but his face was a little embarrassed, and he reported: "Your Highness, Sicarius said that it is the rest time of the arena. He wants to exercise and doesn't want to be disturbed."

A troubled expression appeared on Torsedrin's face: "My lord, do you want to come back another day?"

In fact, he already knew about Sicarius' habits, and deliberately asked people to invite Sicarius, which was a tactful rejection.

Before Renn could respond, Fabian, as the lord's confidant, took the lead in expressing his dissatisfaction, "A gladiator is really a big airs."

Ren raised his hand to stop him.

From the voice of all things, he heard the conversation between the elf and Sicarius. The elf didn't tell the whole truth. Sicarius was indeed exercising, but he didn't completely refuse to see people, but asked others to see him.

"There's no need to change another day." Ren said with a smile: "Mr. Torsedlin please lead the way. I will visit Sicarius in person, just to say a few words."

In fact, he didn't just want to see Sicarius.

At the moment, beside Sicarius, there are other gladiators.

Listening to their conversation, they should all be from Macragge. He wanted to confirm whether that unknown strange element was unique to Sicarius, or was it a racial talent of the Macragge.

This is very important to Rennes.

If it is only the elements possessed by Sicarius alone, then it is fine to see it; if it is their racial talent, then perhaps the most terrifying army will appear in the world!

For this reason, Ryan did not hesitate to be cheeky, pretending not to understand Torsedrin's polite refusal.

Torsedrin was stunned for a moment, feeling helpless, so he could only agree.

Emily next to her was aroused and said, "I also want to meet this gladiator, Torsedrin, you won't refuse, will you?"

"Of course, two distinguished guests, please follow me."

Torsedrin smiled and made a gesture of please.

Coming out of the box on the top floor of the arena, outside the corridor, besides the arena's waiters, there are three other transcendents waiting.

As soon as they saw Emily, they immediately got up and saluted her, and called, "Captain."

Ren's eyes swept over them, and he couldn't help being surprised.

These three people are all men, the one in the middle is wearing a set of silver-white armor, with white hair and even a white beard. It can be seen that he is very old, but his figure is still strong and tall. He has a pair of blue shirts. The eyes are clear, without the slightest aging.

The eyes of the soul saw that the old man was a legendary swordsman.

Swordsman is a very old profession, between ranger and iron guard, seeks to achieve a balance of strength and agility, does not know any spells, has few elements, and pursues the purest and ultimate swordsmanship.

With the development of the times, extraordinary professions tend to be specialized, and the application of various elements makes extraordinary people stronger and stronger.

Swordsmen who fight with only one sword are gradually eliminated by the times because their methods are too single.

Nowadays, very few people would choose to become a swordsman.

Legendary swordsmen are even rarer.

Ren thought to himself, this should be another legend of the Dragonstone Mercenary Group.

Beside the old swordsman was a middle-aged strong man with dark skin and thick hair, but a little bald, which made his not very handsome appearance even more unattractive.

This person is a high-level ranger.

Ren discovered his secret at a glance. When he looked at Emily, although his face looked normal, his soul color immediately changed to yellow and green, full of love and admiration.

However, it was the third person who surprised Rennes the most.

When he saw it for the first time, he thought it was a halfling, only reaching the waist of an ordinary person, short and thin, with stubby legs, a disproportionately large head, a protruding forehead, and black hair like a chicken coop , with a messy beard, half of his nose was cut off, exposing two black nostrils, extremely ugly, and looked a little scary.

Through the state of the soul, Ren knew that this was not a halfling, but a human being.

It should be a dwarf born with deformities.

Despite its ugly appearance, this dwarf is a transcendent, and is a very rare branch of warlocks, a high-level demon warlock!

Demon warlocks gain the ability to cast spells by enslaving demons and fusing their blood.

Their fighting style is similar to that of the wizards of all souls, but the number of demons summoned is relatively small, and there is a high risk that they may be backlashed by demons at any time.

Because they often deal with demons, they will inevitably be contaminated with evil energy. Many demon warlocks eventually fall into the abyss and become minions of evil gods.

Therefore, demon warlocks are always excluded and guarded against.

Ren looked deep into the soul of this demon warlock. The other party was emotionally stable, neutral and peaceful. He was a loyal believer of the goddess of magic. The fire of faith was pure, without any sign of degeneration, and he was in a better state than many extraordinary people.

He couldn't help admiring it.

As a child with a congenital deformity, he has also become a demon warlock. He has suffered many unbearable discrimination and slanders in the past, but he can maintain a good attitude. This must be a person with great wisdom.

Emily nodded in response to the three of them, telling them to follow.

Walking in the arena, Emilys introduced the three of them to Ren. The legendary swordsman is called Astan, who is over two hundred years old; the middle-aged ranger is Big Bell; the demon warlock is called Ding Laji.

"I have seen the lord."

When they learned that the mercenary group had accepted Rennes' employment, the mentality of the three was different.

Astan's mood was calm and unwavering, as if he was looking at an unrelated person; Bigbell's eyes fell on Ren's face, and he was vigilant, and he immediately felt a little hostile.

Ding Laji was a little curious about Ren, and the color of his soul kept changing.

Ren kept their reactions in mind and didn't say much.

Soon, Torsedrin brought everyone to the bottom floor of the arena, which was divided into hundreds of wide rooms to provide various services for the gladiators.

The training grounds, recuperation rooms, bars, and casinos are full of people.

Walking on the road, in many dark corners or behind doors, there were bursts of panting sounds. Ren's eyesight was so good that he saw those white bodies at a glance, including humans, elves, and some strange creatures. Weird race.

There are not only opposite-sex pairings, but also same-sex attraction. At least several pairs of hunks are fighting fiercely. Interracial intercourse is even more normal. There is no cover-up, and they have a good time in public.

He even saw a female tauren.

"Fuck!"

Renn was almost blinded, "This taste is too strong..."

Torsedrin noticed the change in his expression, spread his hands, and explained: "Gladiators are on the verge of life and death every day, and they can only paralyze themselves with wine and sex. They are full of energy. If they don't meet their requirements, they will vent their energy in the arena." Sooner or later there will be unrest."

Ren nodded on the surface, but he was trying hard to erase the picture he saw just now.

He turned his head and looked, and found that Emily had put on the hood again, covering most of her face, her eyes were not evil, and her soul was very stable, as if she had already gotten used to it.

Everyone else's reactions were normal, only the demon warlock Ding Laji was excited and eager to try.

Ren stayed away from him without a trace.

Pass through the entertainment area and enter a spacious training ground, where three gladiators are exercising, the scene is completely different from the outside.

Ren found Sicarius at a glance.

He was only wearing a pair of leather shorts, lying flat on a stone slab, holding a huge iron block weighing 5,000 pounds in each hand, moving up and down continuously.

Every time the iron block is lifted, the muscles in the arms and chest tense and loosen, like a machine.

I don't know how long he practiced, his whole body was drenched with sweat, steaming steam came out of his huge body, and he could feel the great visual impact from a distance.

A gasp sounded from the side, and the middle-aged ranger Bigbell sighed in a low voice: "What a powerful force!"

"His power factor has at least five levels." Astan made a judgment.

Ding Laji didn't speak, but just stared at Sicarius' tall and strong body with envy in his eyes.

Ren didn't care about this, but looked at the other two gladiators in the training ground. Like Sicarius, they were both 2.2 meters tall, tall and strong, with huge muscles that exploded. It's Macragge.

The two souls are displayed before the eyes, and the elements emerge one by one.

The strength of these two Macragges is far inferior to that of Sicarius, they are only equivalent to a mid-level transcendent of level 4 or 5, and they only have six or seven elements.

Ren observed their souls, and immediately saw two expected elements!