"It's indeed a racial talent!"

Rennes was overjoyed. The souls of these two Makurages had the same elemental runes as Sikalius.

After close observation, he became clearer about the role of this element.

The most important effect is to obtain part of the fetal quality of the selected target. If you superimpose it on yourself, the stronger the selected host, the higher the increase you get.

However, this element cannot be used unilaterally and must be approved by the host.

The selected host has certain binding force on the Makurages. As long as it is not too far away, the voice of the Makurages can be heard. The host can cut off the increase of the Makurages at any time and take the initiative in his own hands.

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

Once the host dies, not only will it lose all the amplification effects, but the soul of the Makurages will also be severely damaged.

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

All their strength is achieved by training themselves.

Rennes can understand what they did.

This race has a very powerful talent and is a shortcut for the Makuragians to become stronger. However, after choosing a 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 between a tyrant and a slave, it also has major constraints and cannot easily choose a host.

"Sicalus."

Tosedlin shouted loudly.

Sikalius, who was concentrating on training, put down the iron block in his hand and stood up from the stone slab. His tall body, two meters two meters tall, was like a wall erecting in front of everyone, forming a huge pressure.

Renne is nearly 1.9 meters tall, which is already outstanding among normal people, but when he stands in front of Sikalius, he feels like he is covered by a shadow.

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

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

"boss."

The interruption of exercise made Sikalius a little unhappy. He picked up a towel, wiped the sweat on it, and looked down at everyone entering the training room.

Before Tosedlin introduced, Renn took two steps forward and reached out and said, "I am Renn, and I'm very happy to know Mr. Sikalius."

Sikalius shook hands with him.

"Ren is the lord of Glamorgan." Tosedlin added next to it.

Sikalius let go of his hand, and when he heard Tosedrin's words, his face changed slightly, and he looked at the human in front of him seriously. Like other humans, he looked very thin, but the rumor was that the lord in front of him slaughtered hundreds of extraordinary people with a legendary soul gun yesterday.

Even a legendary wizard was killed on the spot!

Those who can kill the legend must also have the strength of the legend. Sikalius, who was originally a little arrogant, immediately restrained himself a little.

He lived in Modu for several years and understood the etiquette of some human aristocrats. He asked, "Lord, is there anything you have to do with me?"

Renne wanted to say a few guest words to bring the relationship closer.

However, he suddenly felt that it was not necessary to be so troublesome.

The best people in this world are the best. No matter how nice it is, it is better to convince people with your strength or use money to smash people. Just save those carefree and time-consuming tricks.

After Renn figured it out, he said straight to the point: "I want you to serve me."

"It's not just you, but your two fellow races," he pointed to the other two Makuragers in the training room, "and they can also play for me."

As soon as these words were said, everyone present was stunned.

The smile on Tosedlin's face disappeared, his expression was a little stiff. He had never expected that Ren would be so direct.

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

Most importantly, he had confidence in Sikalius.

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

He hugged his hands, his eyes became a little cold and his stance was firm.

Renn continued without any discouragement, “No matter how much you get in the arena or how high you are, I can give you double.”

"Sorry, Lord Lord, this is not a matter of money." Sikalius still refused.

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

It seems that it is still useful to spend money...

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

Tosedlin finally couldn't help it and said, "Ren, the Makurages have their own traditions. They will not serve others at will. Unless they are recognized by them, Lord Lord should not force it."

"I insist on forcing it."

Ren** threw this sentence, and suddenly he looked like a face change, showing a little apology, "Low, I hope you don't blame me for my recklessness. I really admire Sikalius and want him to become my guard instructor and teach combat skills."

Tosedlin was so angry that he took out his two-headed sword and slashed on Renne's head.

Why didn't I realize just now that this kid was so scoundrel.

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

Sikalius glanced at Tosedlin and did not reply.

However, his two fellow tribes came over, and the two Makuragers were obviously moved when they heard the conditions offered by Rennes.

One of them said in a muffled voice: "We don't play for the weak, you have to defeat us in the 'Markgora' duel."

Renn's eyes lit up, "Markgora? Are there any conditions?"

"You can't wear any armor, use too powerful weapons, sneak attacks, or use spells. You can only rely on your own strength and skills to engage in the most primitive battle until one of them falls. This is the tradition of Makgora duel." Another Makurager replied.

"good!"

"Haha, I like this tradition!" Renne laughed, this duel was just right.

Everyone felt a little confused, and then they heard Rennes say to Sikalius: "I will launch the 'Markgora' challenge to you."

Then he went to the other two Makuragers, "And you two, I will challenge them together."

"Lord!"

Fabian screamed in shock: "Don't..."

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

She finally signed the contract and had not made a single golden shield yet. She didn't want to watch her employer be beaten to death in front of her.

The others were also stunned. The lord was too impulsive.

Although he killed a legendary wizard yesterday, everyone knows that he relies on a legendary weapon and is obviously not a legendary extraordinary person.

I heard that the lord's extraordinary profession is a combat wizard and has great melee strength, but how can he compare with Sikalius?

You know, Sikalius is the three consecutive annual champion of the Giant Hammer Arena!

For three years, people have challenged Sikalius every day. Their powerful power is shocking, and their combat skills have been tested by hundreds of competitions.

The population of Modu is over 10 million, and there are countless extraordinary people and masters of all races, but under the legend, no one can defeat Sikalius in the arena.

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

Tosedlin frowned, not knowing what Rennes was trying to do. Although he didn't like Rennes to dig his own corner in person, he didn't want Rennes to be beaten to death. He persuaded him: "Lord, you can't be Sikalius's opponent, so you'd better give up."

"How can I know if I don't try it?" Ren was unmoved.

Sikalius remained silent.

According to the tradition of the Makurages, Makgola cannot refuse the challenge, but he does not want to fight Rennes because there is no need.

Renne's lips raised and threw a puzzlement: "If you win, I will give each of you ten thousand gold shields."

Sikalius looked at Rennes suddenly, "Are you serious?"

Ten thousand gold shields, he has been in the Giant Hammer Arena for three years. The money he earned, plus the prize money for the arena champion, is only about ten thousand gold shields.

"I keep my word."

Renn took out a thick stack of gold tickets from the ring, "This is a 10,000 gold shield. As long as you defeat me in Makgora, these gold tickets are yours. If I go back, I will send you the other 20,000 gold shields."

All three Makuragers were attracted by the light of the golden ticket.

"But if you lose..." Rennes changed his mind, "Then you three must serve me for three years, and the treatment conditions are not as good as before, and they can only be on par with the arena."

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

Seeing Renn's confidence, everyone began to doubt.

Tosedlin had a premonition that something was wrong. He was about to stop him when he heard Sikalius shouting loudly: "Okay, I accept your challenge."

Sikalius turned and picked up the giant sword leaning against the corner of the wall, "Let's go to the arena."

"No, it's here." Ren said with a shaking head.

The area of ​​this training ground is not small, with five or six hundred square meters, which is very empty, enough for two people to fight.

Renn took off his top, left only his trousers, wrapped the song of the Blue Sky, the runes and two magic rings in his clothes, and handed them to Fabian.
To be continued...