"I really didn't expect such a slave fighter to appear in the tarantula tribe. Looking at where Midi had disappeared, Kuyd finally let out a long breath, "I remember that about ten years ago, that Rysen of the Salamander tribe appeared out of thin air, and then made the Salamander the strongest tribe in our area. ”

"Ryson, that guy is a dragonman!" Vog wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, showing a rare look of awe, "How can this white, tender boy with round ears who doesn't know what race he is compare to a real dragonman?"

The dragonmen in the dark region are very different from those in Sky City.

They are so scarce that they cannot become colonies at all, but can only exist in the form of individuals.

Most of the time, they are the best fighters, guests of the tribes and even the city, and sometimes, they become the target of public criticism, ostracized by all races.

But whether they are friends or foes, these scarce dragonmen have never disappeared.

Because this is a dark region, it has the legendary Dark Dragon City inheritance, and the real ancient black dragon bloodline is buried in this land.

Therefore, the dragonmen here also contain more or less wisps of power from ancient dragons in their bodies.

This makes their individual lì extremely powerful, far superior to their compatriots in the sky and the sea of clouds.

For this reason, the dragonmen in the dark region are generally called the "Black Dragon Clan".

Even the Dark Elves, the most powerful race in the Dark Regions, inevitably have a hint of awe in their hearts when they are mentioned.

"Don't say it's that dragonman Ruisen, as long as Big Brother Coyd's wounds heal and he recovers to his peak state, he will definitely not be able to match that little slave fighter!" Vog said viciously.

"Who knows. Kuyd just shook his head, but a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes, "However, after a while, it will be a bonfire gathering of our major tribes, and when the time comes, sooner or later, we will have a victory or defeat with this person." ”

While the warrior of the Blue Serpent Tribe secretly regarded Midi as a fierce rival, Midi himself had already left the Darkfungal Forest with Zaknavan.

The two of them crossed the Fluorescent River all the way one after the other, and then quickly advanced towards the tarantula tribe.

Due to the pursuit of the Dreadclaw Scorpion, the return time was several hours later than originally planned, but fortunately, the time difference was still within a manageable range, so that the two would not miss out on the ranking match.

However, the first thing Midi and Zaknavan had to do was to calculate the contribution points.

The two of them came to the Council of Elders again with large bags and small bags, this time not going to the place where they received the task, but went directly to the reckoning room.

"The materials on the seven-ring blood python, poisonous fangs, snake skin, and poisonous sacs...... That's a total of 800 contribution points. ”

"The material on the vampire bat, the wing membrane, the sound capsule...... That's a total of twenty contribution points, forty in total, and a vampire bat king, counting you as nine hundred and fifty contribution points. ”

"Eight-eyed tarantula...... Worth 400 contribution points. ”

"Colorful mushrooms...... Worth 600 contribution points. ”

The tantula tribe mages in charge of the statistics counted the harvest of Midi and Zaknavan in the same way.

Although they felt that they had seen a lot of rare materials, it was the first time that these dark elf mages had seen a lot of rare materials poured out of their bags like today.

How did these two slave fighters find so much material in a week?

Moreover, there are many quite aggressive and terrifying demonic beasts among them, such as this seven-ringed blood python.

Another example is the kind of vampire bats that appear in groups, which is even more of a headache for explorers, and if they are not careful, they will fall into a deadly siege.

But these two people actually put all these terrible monsters on the table, and it seems that they were not injured at all, which is a little too strong, right?

Even if the warriors of the tarantula tribe had undergone rigorous training and formed a team of six to go out on an expedition, it would be impossible to achieve such results!

Originally, although Midi won the first place in the selection, there were still many dark elves who were not optimistic about him.

After all, the selection takes place in a cave, in other words, in a special environment with "light". Although Midi finally broke through Mason's psychedelic projectile array, it only proved that he had the "skill" to see through illusions and darkness.

And "skills" generally can't be maintained 24 hours a day, especially the kind of powerful true vision skills, which may not last even half an hour.

Therefore, whether a human who lacks night vision can survive in the wild in the dark region for a week is still a question for the warriors of the tarantula tribe.

And now, with Midi returning from a mission and bringing so much loot, this doubt has been completely dispelled.

Like Zaknavan , as long as time is given, this human will surely be able to get rid of the status of a slave fighter and become a real warrior or even a warrior of the tarantula tribe, right?

Looking at the black-haired human youth who was meditating calmly on the side, the dark elf mages couldn't help but think so, and when they looked at each other, they finally had a real admiration.

"A total of four thousand one hundred and ninety contribution points. After quite some time, the person in charge of the clearing room, a middle-aged dark elf, finally gave a number, "According to the convention, you can count four thousand two hundred contribution points. ”

Since it is a two-player mission, these contribution points have to be evenly divided, with an average of 2,100 contribution points per person.

It takes 10,000 contribution points to gain freedom, which means that in just five weeks, Midi can go straight from being a slave fighter to a free tribal warrior.

Provided, of course, that he can maintain a top-five finish in the rankings every time and reap such a lot of results every time.

However, it is clear that although this speed seems to others to be like flying, it is far from enough for Midi, who is bound by the death chase order.

"Take those out too, Zaknavan. Midillo groaned, then said.

"Good. Zaknavan didn't say much, just nodded, and then, as if by juggling, took a bag from his waist and threw it in front of the mages.

Midi did the same.

The most precious materials are carried close to the body, and they must be in duplicate.

This is not to avoid the fear of being alone by one, but to avoid any accidents during the battle, so that at least half of them can be left separately.

"Damn, you're wasting my time, why didn't you take it out sooner!" the person in charge was stunned for a moment, and then immediately frowned and complained.

Although he was a little surprised that Midi still had stock here, the larger workload also gave him a headache.

The liquidation room has to receive not only slave fighters, but also the tasks of the entire tarantula tribe have been settled here, and the workload has always been very large, so it is inevitable that he will be dissatisfied.

But after opening the two bags and seeing the contents, the person in charge could no longer complain.

"It's ......"

"It's beast material!"

"I recognize it, it's the material from the Dreadclaw Scorpion!"

The dark elf mages all look at me, I look at you, and look at each other.

The Dreadclaw Scorpion, the most difficult monster in the Dark Realm, has an extremely hard carapace and is extremely resistant to magic, most of the attacks from medium to long range are helpless, and if you want to engage in melee combat, you will be entangled by poisonous mist.

Not only that, but its power is also terrifying.

An adult dreadclaw scorpion can fly a heavily armed demi-giant if it launches a tail-wagging attack.

And what's worse is that this thing can even jump, and it jumps very high!

It can be said that this is a strong enemy with no weaknesses and a very balanced range of attributes.

Normally, to deal with such a dreadclaw scorpion, it is necessary to dispatch at least five squads, in other words, thirty people, to be able to kill it.

Moreover, once the dreadclaw scorpion goes berserk, I am afraid that nearly half of these thirty people will have to be sacrificed.

But now, Midi and Zaknavan, these two people, have actually brought down a dreadclaw scorpion!

What kind of level is this? Not to mention the tribal warriors, even the first warrior of the tribe can't do this, right?

"It wasn't the two of us who killed it, but I met people from the Blue Snake tribe on the way, and there was a Blue Snake warrior among them, that Kuyd, about a dozen people, all together, and finally killed this big guy. Seeing that the dark elf mages had even released their voices, Zaknavan hurriedly explained.

"I see. The person in charge breathed a sigh of relief.

He had also heard of that Kuyd, who was one of the strongest men in the Blue Snake tribe, an Asura with extremely strong firepower.

And since the Blue Snake Warriors are present, then presumably the strength of that squad is also quite strong, although there are only about a dozen people, but with elites such as Midi and Zaknavan , it is also possible to kill a dreadclaw scorpion.

It's just that the person in charge still hasn't figured out a little, why did the most essential part of this dreadclaw scorpion fall into the hands of Midi and Zaknavan ?

He was about to continue when a Dark Elf warrior walked in and ordered Midi and Zaknavan to report to the Elders of the Tarantula Tribe.

After all, this mission is to "explore unknown areas".

Compared with using various rare materials to contribute points, the situation and environment of the Dark Mushroom Forest are what the high-level leaders of the tarantula tribe are most concerned about.

It was only with them nodding their heads that Midi and Zaknavan were considered to have completed the task and were eligible for the corresponding contribution points.

Soon, escorted by a group of tarantula warriors, Midi and Zaknavan arrived in the main hall of the Presbyterian Church.

"Are these the two fighters who have completed the exploration of the Dark Mushroom Forest in just one week?" a voice came from the center of the main hall.

It was the patriarch of the tarantula tribe who spoke.