Warhammer Wizard

　　 "I, Sicarius, win every battle!"

　　The gladiator in the arena raised his great sword and shouted loudly.

　　 The audience was ignited by him again, pushing the excitement to the peak, and shouting in unison: "Sicarius, victory in all battles!"

　　 Ryan sat on the sofa in the box, using the eyes of the soul to observe the mighty and mighty gladiator.

　　 A powerful soul was exposed before my eyes.

"There is no blood curse, nor is it a transcendent, it really is not a human." Rennes judged by the strength of the gladiator's soul, the opponent is not a legend, the strength is equivalent to the 7-8th level transcendent, but there are quite a few elements in the soul. , There are fifteen!

　　Intelligent races other than human beings cannot fuse demons. Their elements generally have two sources.

　　 One is born with it, called racial talent.

　　There is also that through continuous learning and training, mastering a certain ability or skill will form an element in the soul.

　　 Ren quickly identified the elements of a gladiator.

　　 Level 4 strength, level 2 endurance, tenacity, unyielding will, self-healing, charge, burst of power, sharp eyes, precision throw, heavy blow, cleave, whirlwind, swift stab, lightning counterattack...

　　 These elements are very common, but extremely comprehensive, and each one has been greatly strengthened after high-intensity training.

　　 Strength, defense, skill, long-range attack.

　　 Many elements are combined to make the gladiator a nearly perfect fighter!

The only disadvantage of 　　 may be the slower speed. This is a weakness brought about by a huge body, which is difficult to make up for.

　　 Despite this, Renn was still amazed. This gladiator was not an extraordinary person. Every element was obtained through training. It is hard to imagine how much sweat and energy he put into it.

　　 Of course, the talent of this gladiator is far superior to ordinary humans and many races.

　　 The legendary berserkers among humans may not have so many elements.

"Ok?"

　　 Ren looked at the soul elements of the gladiator one by one. When he saw the last one, a question mark popped up in his mind because he didn't recognize this element.

The rune of 　　 element is very unfamiliar and looks very complicated, I don’t know which level it is.

　　 He opened the "Book of a Thousand Souls" on his mobile phone. After searching and comparing, he could confirm that this is an unknown element and there is no record of it.

　　 "Interesting..."

　　 Ren touched his chin, zoomed in on the eyes of the soul, enlarged the appearance of this element, and felt it carefully.

　　 Because the distance is relatively long, the sensing is not particularly clear, but some information can still be obtained, and the function of this element is roughly known.

　　 When the information came into his brain, Renn's eyes changed slightly, and he was shocked.

This element allows the gladiator to choose a target similar to his own body, and obtain part of the target’s physical qualities, including power defense speed, etc., but does not include the target’s spells or combat skills. It is just the purest physical enhancement, based on the self. As long as the target is not changed, the body strengthening will always exist.

　　Ryan doesn't know if there are any restrictions on the use of this element, and whether it will affect the target, but it is definitely a very rare element.

　　 "It turned out to be such an effect!"

　　 "This element is a bit worse than the sorcerer's'mimicry', but under normal circumstances,'mimicry' can only last for a period of time. Unless the soul of the target is obtained, it can be simulated for a long time."

　　 "'Mimicry' is an element of transcendence. This element should not be transcendence. It can only be regarded as rare. It must be the top element among the rare."

　　 "I don't know if it is his unique element or his racial talent? If it is racial talent..."

　　 Renn thought of a lot at once.

　　 Various applications of this element were formed in his mind. Looking at the gladiators in the arena, his eyes became a little cut.

　　 "Fabian, do you know the origin of this gladiator?" Renn asked casually.

The Wind Elf immediately replied: "My lord, Sicarius is the original Makurag from Siengaard. A few years ago, he signed a contract with the Mallet Arena and became a gladiator. I have been defeated and have won the championship for three consecutive years!"

　　 "It turned out to be a Makulag." Renn suddenly felt in his heart.

　　 The Senn Plateau is in the western part of the empire. It is as wide as half an empire. The climate is cold and the mountains are criss-crossed. From the plateau to the west, there are the world mountains.

　　 Many powerful but rare races live on this frigid plateau, mostly barbarians.

　　 There are also racial differences among the barbarian tribes, and their blood sources are different.

　　 Some savages are similar to humans and have highly developed civilizations; some are completely uncivilized, they drink blood and are almost the same as beasts. It is difficult for outsiders to communicate with them.

　　According to different bloodlines, cultures, and beliefs, there are more than twenty types of barbarians on the Thain Plateau.

　　Makurag is one of them.

Rennes searched for information about the Makurag people in his mobile books. This barbarian tribe is small, probably only a few thousand people. It is located in a steep mountain area at the foot of the world's mountains, called Makurag Mountain. Like other barbarians, they are born with a strong physique and strength.

　　Makulag are extremely martial arts, and they have been developing fighting skills since they were three years old.

　　 Every adult Makurag is an excellent warrior, not only strong in close combat, but also a superb ability to throw a javelin in one hand.

The Makurag people believe in Gilman, the "God of Loyalty and Glory", but this **** was hit hard by the Abyssal God in the last era and fell into a deep sleep. He has not responded to the prayers of believers for thousands of years. Even the priesthood of "Glory" has been lost, so some people suspect that Gilliman has already fallen.

　　 Ryan saw that Sicarius's fire of faith was very weak, almost extinguished.

　　 This situation is the same as the dwarf Zoltan, because the **** of faith has a problem.

　　 At this time, amidst the shouts of the audience, the host of the arena announced a hunting performance through sound reinforcement.

　　 Ten big iron cages pushed out from the entrance.

　　 There is a dire wolf who has been hungry for a few days in each iron cage. Its fur is brown and its body length reaches three meters. Its deep eyes emit a bloodthirsty light, and a series of saliva flows from its big fangs.

　　 Dire wolves are first-level monsters, they are very intelligent and know how to fight together.

　　 Ten dire wolves can form a small wolf pack. Even high-level transcendents, if they are surrounded by dire wolves, the outcome is difficult to predict.

　　 At the order of the host, ten iron cages were opened at the same time.

　　 The dire wolf quickly rushed out of the iron cage, but did not immediately launch an attack. Instead, the dire wolf formed a circle around Sicarius.

　　 Without any fear, Sicarius changed the great sword to his left hand and drew the javelin from behind.

　　 "咻!"

　　 With a sharp whistle, the steel-cast javelin in his hand turned into a black glow. The speed was so fast that the eyes of the audience could barely catch up. They only saw a dire wolf pierced by the javelin and nailed to the ground.

　　 The remaining nine dire wolves swarmed up and besieged from different directions.

　　 Sikaius kept both hands, and within a few breaths, he threw all the javelins out, killing six dire wolves, one of which cleverly penetrated the two dire wolves.

　　 After throwing the javelin, the four dire wolves who were still alive rushed to the front.

　　 Sikaius raised the great sword, took his right foot as the pivot point, and rotated it like lightning. The broad blade rolled up a terrifying whirlwind, and simultaneously swept the four dire wolves into it.

Puff puff……

　　 The giant sword is like a twister, it easily cut the dire wolf's body, and in the blink of an eye, it chopped them into pieces.

　　 A large amount of wolf blood splattered on Sicarius, staining him blood.

　　 "Victory in all battles!"

　　 Sikaius raised his huge sword and roared wildly, standing tall in the arena, and stepping on a huge wolf corpse under his feet. This scene was bloody.

　　 The audience was stimulated by the blood, and they also yelled, the sound waved higher and higher.

　　 "Sicarius, win every battle..."

　　 Rehn in the box applauded to show his appreciation, “It’s really not worthy to be undefeated in the arena for three years.”

The battle seemed simple, and it ended in less than ten seconds, but it revealed Sicarius' extremely superb fighting skills. Whether it was throwing a javelin or the final whirlwind, Sicarius was calm and perfect. Seize every opportunity.

　　 may not be able to do so lightly in exchange for him to play.

　　 In terms of fighting skills alone, Ren didn't dare to say that he could beat Sikaius, but with his terrifying physical strength, as well as the dual assistance of the mobile phone gyroscope and the will of truth, defeating the barbarian himself was not a problem.

　　 Amidst the cheers, Sicarius exited with honor and continued to maintain an unbeaten record.

　　 Then other battles were staged in turn.

　　 Wren came to the arena for the first time and watched with gusto.

　　The arenas of the empire, under normal circumstances, gladiators are below the legend, the destructive power above the legend is too great, the arena's protective barrier is unbearable.

　　 And ~www.ltnovel.com~ Legendary powerhouses have a high status, and they are rarely willing to fight with others for money.

　　Gladiators also focus on close combat occupations, and compete in close combat skills. This kind of sword-and-sword combat can stimulate the senses of the audience.

　　The battle of the caster is difficult for ordinary people to understand, and sometimes it ends inexplicably, and it is not enough to watch.

　　 In addition to single-player one-on-one battles, 　　 mallet arena also has three-on-three, five-on-five team battles, and a team battle of twenty people.

　　 Each battle mode will be ranked according to the winning rate, and the monthly champion will be determined in a month, and will receive a lot of money.

　　With a one-year cycle, twelve groups of monthly champions will play against each other, and the final winner is the annual champion!

　　 The annual champion will get a huge bonus.

　　 Many transcendents and foreign masters formed teams to play for the bonus.

　　Ryan watched several three-on-three battles. It was quite exciting. No one who dared to become a gladiator was a mediocre player, and his strength was far superior to that of an extraordinary person at the same level.

Today’s winner is composed of a human great swordsman, a male wood elf druid, and a blood elf female assassin. They have won three games in a row. Their strength is obviously higher than their opponents. They cooperate with each other and win very easily. It was very exciting, and it attracted many voices from the audience.

　　 Rain was also very enjoyable, and he took out a few golden shields and threw them on the arena to reward them.

　　 When the sun was westward, the arena performance ended.

The audience left the venue one after another, and Renn finally waited for the person he was going to meet today. A tall wood elf walked into the box and bowed and said: "I have seen Lord Lord, I am Torsedrin, the owner of the Mallet Arena. "

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