Hearing Zarid speak, Zaknavan's brow immediately furrowed.

The invitation came too quickly, too suddenly, and one felt caught off guard.

So it's not really an invitation, it's more of a temptation.

Zaknafan was afraid that Midi would accidentally answer wrong and offend the powerful black dragon priestess, so he hurriedly glanced at Midi.

However, for Midi, who is an aristocrat and is good at dealing with many forces, why should she be reminded of this off-string sound?

In fact, this kind of temptation is really the most simple and easy to understand when viewed in the political arena of the Arad continent, and it is naturally the easiest to deal with.

"I was flattered by this invitation, and when I regained my freedom and became a tribal warrior, I would naturally share all kinds of interesting things about the Arad continent with everyone. Midi replied with a smile.

It was just a simple sentence, but the temptation from Zalid was immediately disillusioned with understatement.

First of all, Midi did not reject the other party outright.

Using the art of language, which belonged to the aristocracy of mankind, he even made the aggressive Zarid feel that he was desperate to go under her skirt.

But in reality, he said "to share what he has seen and heard", and he did not agree to Zalied's invitation, nor did he clearly share what he shared.

It can be said that Midi has promised nothing.

Not only that, but he also used the most effective trick - dragging.

Regaining one's freedom and becoming a tribal warrior is the most important goal of any slave fighter. If you don't even allow the goal in this area, then you have broken the bottom line, and there is nothing to talk about.

Zalid is obviously far from the time for a showdown, and since this is the case, it is natural that he has to show his tolerance and understanding.

And with such a nod of the head, Instantly, Midi had a few more weeks of breathing room as if by magic.

One qiē, all in that short, natural and unpretentious answer.

"My friend, it seems that as long as I am with you, there are surprises every day. Saying goodbye to Zalid, who got up to see him off, and walking out of the hall of the Presbyterian Hall, Zaknafan once again looked at the black-haired human beside him, "I guess, you should be from a human power, and you are a nobleman?"

Zaknavi himself is from the Tempest City in the Dark Regions, and his knowledge is much higher than that of the dark elves of the tarantula tribe, so he has this judgment.

"It's all in the past. Midi didn't deny it, but replied.

"In any case, at least we avoided a lot of trouble, and getting involved in the conflict between Zarid and Golantis is not a good thing for the slave fighters. No matter how much we win the respect of the soldiers, as long as we are still slaves for a day, we will inevitably be used as cannon fodder. Zaknavan patted Midi on the shoulder.

Then, frowning, he adjusted the extra magic chain around his neck, commonly known as the "iron ring", and walked out of the cave with a familiar way.

The closer you get to the periphery, the lower the zenith of the cave becomes, and finally it becomes a passageway.

This passage is the main connection point between the tarantula tribe and the dark region, and it is from here that the caravan that picked up Midi returned to the tarantula tribe.

At the entrance to the passage, there are dozens of different posts, both light and dark, and even two hidden bunkers, which are stationed at all times the best warriors of the tribe.

Midi and Zaknavi were not questioned because they were wearing magic chains and had reported to the Council of Elders.

The tarantula warriors simply waved their hands and let them walk through the passage.

By the time they stepped out of the last section of the cave, it meant that Midi and Zaknavan had left the tribe and entered the "wild" of the dark realm.

"Okay, let's start now, let's start exploring. Zaknafan whispered.

Then, for the next six full hours, he never said a word again.

The experienced warrior, who was also an experienced explorer, held the sword in his hand, and without trying to look through the map, he began to march towards the depths of the dark region without hesitation with memories.

Midi turned on the environment sensing ability and followed all the way.

It's just that what he's thinking about at the moment is not how to complete this mission, but something else-

How do I get rid of the magic chain around my neck?

Whether it is a slave fighter or a magic chain, it can be said that it is the common sense and tradition of the dark region.

It's normal to become a slave fighter after being rescued.

It is also normal to put on magic chains when you go out on missions after becoming a slave fighter.

Even the arrogant elite, such as Zaknavan and Mason, do not seem to have any objection to this tradition.

But Midi is not a dark elf, but a human from the surface.

Even if he reluctantly accepted the way to start his journey into Dark Elf society as a slave, it didn't mean that he would allow something around his neck that could explode at any moment.

You know, when he was in the tarantula tribe before, don't look at the fact that Midi didn't have weapons at hand, and there were guards all around, if Midi tried his best, the flying skill "Flying Sword Dance" and the psionic burst were together, and it was not difficult to escape from that cave, even ten bunkers couldn't trap him.

It can be said that he seems dangerous, but in fact he is safe.

But now, although others are in the wild, unsupervised, this magical chain, which will explode at the slightest thought of the priestess, poses a huge threat to Midi's safety.

Moreover, this time it was not Golantis who put the magic chain on him, but Golantis's nemesis.

Who knows if the woman named Zarid will do anything with this magic chain?

Even if he hadn't done anything, with Midi's character, he would never tolerate a bomb tied around his neck.

It's not a matter of honor, it's not a matter of self-esteem, it's a matter of survival at the most basic.

So, of course, this thing has to be dismantled.

And it was dismantled without the Black Dragon Priests being able to find out.

After all, Midi has been tossing for so long, just to get a clue to enter the Black Dragon Conference through the guò tarantula tribe, if he turns his face, the slave fighter for so long will be in vain.

If the Eighth Apostle Lotus had been asked to help, it would have been a no-brainer to untie the magic chain.

However, Midi did not speak immediately.

He had to try it himself first.

If you have to rely on others for everything, then it is not this Midi who has fought all the way.

After six hours of walking in the wilderness in the dark region, and after some sporadic simple battles, Zaknavan finally found a cave where he could rest, and the two of them immediately slipped into it.

"Do you want a lamp?" asked Zaknavan thoughtfully.

"No, I'm going to meditate and regain my magic. Midi replied.

Saying this, Midi pretended to be meditating, but in fact, it was the Spirit Dragon Sword secretly operating in his body.

In an instant, a stream of dark blue essence spiritual energy seeped into the magic chain around his neck.

Psychic abilities, environmental sensing.

However, this time, Midi sensed not the environment of the dark region, but the environment inside the magic chain.

With the infiltration of psionic energy, the entire structure of the magic chain was unabashedly revealed to Midi's eyes, as if Midi had the same perspective as the Centennial Demon Lord.

In the center of the chain, a circle made of filaments made of Mithril is the centerpiece of it.

It is through the guò circle that the priestess can perceive the location of the magic chain, and even the mood of the wearer, and then determine whether the target has fled, and then detonate it with a thought.

Midi is not interested in being sensed by the location, and if this function is even removed, then he will be regarded as a fugitive, which is equivalent to losing his previous efforts.

What he wanted to dismantle was the offensive part of the circle.

Let's try those high-level psychic abilities in the Sea Emperor's legacy.

Mind Shielding!

Soul Smelting!

In an instant, the Spirit Dragon Sword in Midi's body roared softly.

While maintaining her environmental sense, Midi unleashed two other psychic abilities in quick succession.

Psychic shielding is to completely shield one's next movements, so as not to be detected by the black dragon priest of the abnormal situation in the magic chain.

And the soul smelting, naturally, is to completely transform the magic array composed of this Mithril filament.

Although Midi himself lacks research on magic circles, there is still Lotus here.

Under the guidance of the Eighth Apostle, Midi began to use the power of mind smelting, melting the touchpoints that were smaller than the ends of a hair, and then reorganizing.

The circle drawn on the hair-like Mithril thread was small but intricate, and it took more than half an hour for Midi to finally complete the transformation.

As the sensing deepened, Midi became more and more aware of the structure of the magic chain, and in the end, instead of removing the trigger as he had planned at the beginning, he left the trigger behind and dismantled the explosive part of the magic chain.

That part is called the "Hair Crystal", which is a type of crystal that is condensed by dark magic.

It can be said that in doing this part, Midi is completely safe.

For example, a bomb with a defused fuse may still be forcibly detonated during a violent impact.

And if the bomb is taken away and only the fuse is left, it will not be blown up in any way.

That's what Midi is doing now.

And after removing the hair crystal with soul smelting, he used the skill of "Dou Turning the Stars" again and took it out directly from the enclosed space.

Looking at the explosives in his hand like black hair, Midi let out a sigh of relief.

Now, I finally got rid of my worries.

Next, it's time for the real exploration.