Warhammer Wizard

　　 Ren looked at the wood elf.

A light green leather armor sets off the wood elf's drawing posture. He is much stronger than the ordinary elf and is half a head taller. The leather armor is fully supported by muscles and he wears a fine silver headband on his forehead. , Long hair shawl, with a handsome face, looks unrestrained.

　　 Seen in the eyes of the soul, this elf is a legendary powerhouse, proficient in melee skills, only a few auxiliary spells, and should be a jungle ranger.

　　 Judging from the strength of his soul, he is equivalent to a supernatural being at level eleven.

　　 Also, the soul of the opponent is normal and not hostile.

　　To Sedlin introduced himself, and immediately said apologetically: "I want my heart up and down in the arena, so I didn't come to entertain him in time, I hope Lord Lord can forgive me."

　　 "No need to be so polite."

　　 Ryan got up from the sofa and smiled: "I'm not in a hurry. I just had time to enjoy a few performances. It was wonderful and opened my eyes."

　　 Fabian reported before coming that Tosidlin's role is not simple. He is a member of the wood elf royal family and an elf prince in the clan.

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

In order to avoid the disputes in the royal family, Torsedrin traveled a long distance to the empire and established the mallet arena. After decades of operation, and because of its transcendent status, it has a very high position among the foreigners of Modu prestige.

With the Mallet Arena as the core, Torsedrin has developed a series of hotels, bars, casinos, hospitals, all souls clubs, alchemists, auctions and many other industries, while weaving a huge network of relationships. , Is one of the big forces that cannot be ignored in the Earl of Glamorgan.

　　 Fabian was in contact with several mercenary groups through Tosedrin.

Tosedlin heard Ren's address to him, raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced at Fabian next to him, and said: "I'm just a powerless prince in the clan. Lord Lord laughed."

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

　　 Torceidlin did not despise the slightest, "With the strength of the lord, it is bound to continue to be."

　　 Obviously, he is very clear about what happened yesterday in Bishui Gaobao.

　　 Happiness!

　　Tor Sedlin patted his palms twice. Several beautiful female elf servants entered the box with food and wine. He ordered one of them: "Please come in, some mercenary leaders."

　　 "Yes, next."

　　 Ryan sat down and chatted with Torsedlin about the athletic performance just now. Soon, three "people" of different shapes came in the box.

The head was a giant over two meters tall. His rough skin was pale blue, and his entire muscles seemed to explode. He was wearing a heavy pitch-black half armor, and a large blood-red cloak behind his back, showing two thick thighs like ordinary people. His arms are covered with tattoos, the lion's nose is wide, and his appearance is a bit hideous. His eyes have a strong sense of aggression, giving people a sense of majesty and cruelty.

　　 Ren saw this man, his heart changed slightly.

　　 This is an orc!

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

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

　　 However, they have an advantage over half-elves, that is, it is easier to breed offspring.

　　 Most half-orcs are excellent warriors after they reach adulthood. They can perform soul-changing rituals to become extraordinary people like human parents.

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

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

　　The official name of the tyrant is "Conquerors", and they are faithful followers of the "Black Emperor" Banerko.

This deity has multiple priesthoods of "tyranny", "fear", and "conquer". Many rulers of human kingdoms and foreign races believe in this powerful deity, established his church as the state religion, and ruled the people with the concept of the church. .

　　 Therefore, Banerko is called the "king of tyrants".

　　 Banerko created the extraordinary profession of "Conqueror" for his most devout believer.

　　 However, because of the belief in rulers of the Black Emperor, those rampant kings, lords, and chiefs have always had a bad reputation, so people are used to using "tyrants" to refer to their extraordinary professions.

Tyrant is a melee profession, usually advanced from Berserker or Iron Guard. In the third soul change, the spirit of the "eye beast tyrant" is merged, and the core elements "touch of dominance" and "mind flogging" are obtained. .

　　The touch of dominance is a super element. Through physical contact, it can control intelligent creatures whose strength is weaker than one's own, and become the most loyal servant, but still maintain self-thinking, like a slave.

　　 This is an ability that is more terrifying than mind control. Not only does it have no time limit, but the tyrant can borrow power from his slaves to increase his 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 displayed through voice, becoming a command battle cry.

　　The tyrant controls his slaves through this command and battle hole, and can also have various incentive effects.

The combination of these two elements makes the tyrant never fight alone, no matter where he goes, he carries a large group of slaves, 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 are neat, they should be the slaves of this half-orc tyrant. The half-orcs' souls stretch out a dozen thin lines that are invisible to ordinary people, through the walls, and connect with the slaves outside.

　　 A line of soul power, along a thin line, entered the half-orc's mind.

　　 The soul power contributed by a single slave is not that much, but if a dozen slaves add up, it is very impressive, making the half-orcs' strength soaring several times.

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

　　 Renn's eyes moved away from the orc.

　　 The second is a human wizard, an eighth-level elementalist, who is about forty years old, looks ordinary, and looks very unremarkable.

　　 The last figure who came in made Ren's eyes brighten.

This is a small human female, only about 1.6 meters tall, maybe less than, all wrapped in a gray cloak, but it can't stop Renn's sharp gaze, the body under the cloak is exquisite and elegant. The big, the small and the small, the proportions are coordinated, and it attracts endless reveries.

　　 She lifted her hood, revealing long silver-gold hair, her incomparably pure face but with a touch of wind, her purple eyes are extremely agile, as if she can see through people's hearts, containing wisdom and power far beyond ordinary people.

　　 When she showed her true face, the box seemed to light up.

　　All the men present, including Rain, Orcs and Prince Torsedrin, showed appreciation in their eyes. Such stunning beauties are not common.

　　 Ren only took a look and then looked back.

　　 He was surprised that this lady was not an empty vase, she turned out to be a legend.

　　 "Legendary Dragon Warrior..."

　　 Raine sighed secretly, Mo is worthy of being the capital of trade, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and saw two rare and extraordinary classes, Tyrant and Dragon Warlock.

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

　　The dragon warlock is the enemy of the dragon!

　　 Dragon Vessel Warlock upgrades by fusing the Demon Soul of the Dragonborn. Under the legend, as long as the Soul of the Dragonborn is enough, but after being promoted to the Legend, you must integrate the Soul of the True Dragon.

　　 If you want to get the soul of the true dragon, you basically have to kill the dragon.

　　 This extraordinary class is the human being that dragons hate most. If given the opportunity, they will never miss any chance to kill the dragon warlock.

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

　　 He did not understand.

　　 Observing this lady carefully with the eyes of the soul, she suddenly discovered that her soul structure is different from that of ordinary transcendents, possessing a variety of dragon abilities and elements, but the way of meditation is different.

　　 "Isn't she a dragon warlock?"

　　 Rehn was puzzled, and before he could take a closer look, the three people who came in focused on him and looked up and down.

　　 Tor Sedlin laughed and said, "Rene, let me introduce you."

　　He pointed to the Orc headed, "This is the leader of the'Blood and Sand' mercenary group, Mr. Graham, he is a tyrant."

　　 Orc Graham squeezed a smile at Renn that was worse than crying.

　　 Ren nodded in response.

　　Torseidlin looked at the middle-aged wizard again, "Golanna is my old acquaintance. The'Hand of Green Flame' he is in has a large number of wizards and sorcerers, and the strength is no less than some well-known spellcaster organizations."

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

　　 Finally, when Tosidlin wanted to introduce the lady who was suspected of being a dragon vein warlock, she took the initiative to take a step forward and saluted: "Emilys, the leader of the Dragon Stone Mercenary Group, has seen your Excellency."

　　 Her voice is sonorous and powerful, and with a soft foreign accent, it sounds a bit weird.

　　 Ren saw the thread of expectation in her soul.

　　 These three people have different inner thoughts. Graham the Orc is very interested in him, but the wizard Ko Lanna is too calm, as if coming over to deal with errands.

　　 Obviously, they all know their share.

　　 At this time, Torsedlin paused and said with a smile: "Three, needless to say, you should have guessed Ren's share, it is our Lord of Glamorgan."

　　 None of the three of them were surprised.

　　 The battle that took place yesterday in Bishui Gaobi has spread throughout the entire city.

　　The major forces in the Glamorgan community secretly discussed how many times this new lord and the terrifying soul gun were discussed.

　　 Now it is spreading everywhere that the Earl of Glamorgan possessed a legendary weapon ~www.ltnovel.com~ and killed a legendary wizard in public.

　　 The fall of a legendary wizard is shocking.

　　 These three people are all knowledgeable and powerful, in front of Renn, but no one dared to show even the slightest contempt and disrespect.

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

　　 Orc Graham asked a little eagerly: "Torsedlin, you brought us to meet with the lord, but didn't tell us the purpose. You can always talk now."

"of course."

　　 Ryan replied for Tosidlin: "I need a group of people to help me regain the territory, and the reward will satisfy you."

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

　　 He knows exactly what this means. Once he accepts employment, he is an enemy of the Mordu nobles.

　　If Rein succeeds in reclaiming his territory, of course it is best; but if he fails, he will have to face revenge from the Mordu nobles, and the entire mercenary group may not be able to mix in Mordu.

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

　　 "Sorry, Lord Lord, our "Hand of Green Flame" cannot accept your employment. Please allow me to take a step first."

　　 After Gao Lanna saluted Renn, he immediately turned away from the box.

Seeing Gao Lanna's decisive refusal, Graham obviously didn't dare to take the risk. He also had a retreat in his heart, but he didn't want to miss the opportunity to befriend a powerful lord. He was still considering that he heard a woman. Sounds:

　　 "Lord Lord, I took this task."

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