A few years ago, during the civil war in the Kingdom of Belmar, Midi traveled to the burned Gran Forest in search of the Elven Court legacy.

During that adventure, he met the sisters of "Spark Twin Guns" Audair and "Butterfly Twin Guns" Erin, and won the support of mercenary groups such as Iron Will, Mountain Wolf, and Morning Star.

In the end, it was also based on these mercenary groups that Midi got rid of the army model at that time and created a high-level army composed entirely of professionals.

The Falcon's Regiment!

It was also during that adventure that he encountered a hostile force called the Bloodblade Mercenary Regiment.

In the process of competing with Midi for the inheritance of the Elven Royal Court, this Bloody Blade mercenary group was completely defeated by Midi and finally collapsed.

And the number one master of the Bloodblade Mercenary Regiment, a level 45 Dark Elf roaming gunner named Mason, was cut off by Midi and finally fled.

During the long campaign, Midi had encountered countless enemies, but when he encountered a powerful enemy of level 45 when he was at a low level, he was still a ranged class that restrained melee combat, and Midi was naturally impressed.

Of course, originally, this Mason was only in the memory of Midi.

But at this moment, Midi was slightly surprised to find that the dark elf who was extremely similar in appearance, movement, and expression to the memory was actually in another team at this moment!

Moreover, he is still the number one big man among the slave fighters?

In order to confirm his conjecture, Midi also asked Zaknavan on point.

The reply I got was that sure enough, this person was that "Mason"!

After a few years, the dark elf's hands have not only been restored to their original state, but also have been awakened, and his level has reached the peak of level 61, so to speak, although he was defeated by Midi, he was finally not defeated by the defeat itself, but reinvigorated.

It wasn't known why this man was a slave fighter here, but Midi was sure that the situation would be complicated.

Fortunately, Mason and his partner have been away on missions for a long time, so there is a new human news in the tarantula tribe, and they don't know it, so they directly enter the scene of the points competition.

So, Mason was still as cold as no one else, staying in his team without squinting, and he didn't try to find the humans.

However, after all, Midi is going to play, and at that time, he will definitely not be able to hide it.

Zaknavan was just thinking about beating the fourth and fifth places, but now, since the first place that even he couldn't suppress had a grudge with Midi, to be precise, there was only resentment and no grace, so what would happen when Mason saw Midi?

Even Midi herself couldn't get an answer.

Soon, before Midi had time to think further, the points race began quickly.

When the team entered, each slave fighter was given a number in his hand.

Midi's number is Red Nine, which means that he is the Slave Fighter at the bottom of the Red team's rankings.

And that dark elf mage "Ice Hand" is naturally a red one.

However, the order of the points competition is not because the number is fixed, it is completely carried out by lot.

After all, this is a points match, and it doesn't happen in one game, and one person has to play against all eight other players in the same group before they can determine their score.

And apparently, the tarantula tribe is also well aware that these slave fighters often engage in various "sniper warfare".

For example, let the slightly weaker brother try to consume the powerful challenger as much as possible, so that the defender of the top ranking can save a lot of effort and other small actions.

Therefore, after this selection system is gradually improved, the order of the battle will be determined by drawing lots.

In this way, there will even be a strong challenger, who will run into the defending champion as soon as he comes up.

Moreover, this lottery system is not only applied to the selection of slave fighters, but also to the selection of warriors of the tarantula tribe itself.

No matter where it is, as long as it is the strongest, this is the style of the dark region.

Soon, as the draw took place one round at a time, the selection of each group began.

"Red four against red five!"

"Green one pair green seven!"

"Black five vs. black one!"

In each group on the field, the referees' announcements sounded.

In the first few rounds, the winners and losers were quickly decided.

The referees are all warrior captains of the tarantula family, with rich experience and a good eye, and they can quickly give a verdict for the obvious difference between advantages and disadvantages.

For example, in the game between Black Five and Black One, just by looking at the rankings, you can know that the gap between the two sides is not small, and the dark elf ghost swordsman "Bloody Hand" who is Black One even injured the other party in just a few moves, and there is no suspense at all.

However, unlike the bloody battle in the Black Rock Cave, here, the slave fighters are more measured, and do not engage in any life-and-death battles, but most of them have some hands.

After all, this is a points race, not a winner-taker.

Even if the defenders at the top of the queue come up and kill them, then in the next battle, the opponent will definitely resist to the death, and even have the idea of ending up together, and it will become much more difficult to get points.

Even if they can still maintain a complete victory, or even kill the other eight, they will have to face the champions of other groups, and at that time, the body will be unsustainable.

Therefore, no one will exert their full strength at the beginning, let alone expose their hole cards.

"Red Nine vs. Red Six!"

Finally, it was Midi's turn.

With a slight leap of his figure, he landed in the ring in the arena.

Red Six, a gray dwarf, looks short, like a wine barrel, he is covered with heavy armor all over his body, and holds a large axe in his hand, looking at Midi's sight, but full of fear.

The gray dwarves are slower, and their main strengths are their strong attack and defense capabilities, as well as their unmatched center of gravity due to their height.

It can be said that in general, they are the nemesis of agile opponents such as the Dark Elves.

However, the magic talent of the gray dwarves is very poor, and most of them can't even contract ghosts and gods, so they can only appear as heavy armored warriors, with a single means, that is, relying on brute force to attack.

And Midi showed a hand in brute force.

The direct defeat of the most powerful flesh warrior, the lizardman, made the gray dwarf fearful.

"Collapse Strike!"

As soon as the gray dwarf hoplite gritted his teeth, gathered all his strength, and slashed at it with a charge.

It's just that although this move looks menacing, his mountain collapse attack does not have the power of ghosts and gods, it is just a crude use of magic power, how can Midi be eye-catching?

Midi took a step forward lightly,

The twin swords in his hands were unsheathed like lightning, and the real ghost swordsman skill "Avalanche Mountain Strike" had been cut out.

The crunch of metal clashing sounded, and where the blade of the sword and the blade of the axe intersected, sparks overflowed.

Then a faint golden-red light rose from Midi's body, and the twin swords rained down from all directions.

In the face of the tough gray dwarf hoplites, Midi still implemented the domineering method of "frontal combat".

However, his domineering is not just pure strength, but also superb sword skills and monstrous momentum honed on the battlefield.

Each blow is powerful, extremely fast, and fluid, how can an opponent like the gray dwarf, who can only use brute force, resist it?

In just two turns, the gray dwarf was beaten wide open by Midi, who then rushed forward, reversed the hilt, and slammed it into the gray dwarf's abdomen.

"Wow!" the gray dwarf let out a terrible cry and flew straight out, rolling straight down the ring like a ball.

"Red Nine victory. ”

The referee was slightly stunned and quickly gave a judgment.

Midi's first appearance was an easy victory.

Because his opponent is not strong, it is not too noticeable.

Whether it was Golantis, who had arrived early this time, or the other dark elves who had seen Midi's ferocious brute force, it seemed that he would be able to defeat the gray dwarf.

However, there was still a trace of worry in the priestess's eyes that could not be eliminated.

Because this time, Midi will definitely face the ice player no matter what.

Among the tarantula tribe, although the dark elf prisoner of war has a very prominent contribution, he and his brother Bloody Hand do not have a very good reputation, and both are said to be quite brutal types.

"Red Nine vs. Red Eight!"

After a few more moments, it was Midi's turn to play a second time.

The sixth-ranked gray dwarf was knocked out of the ring by Midi a few times, and the eighth-ranked black dwarf was naturally even more unable to resist the opponent's attack.

Midi's twin swords didn't even stop, as if a cold wind was extremely sharp, pounced on the black dwarf.

Boom!

The hilt of the sword hit the abdomen again, and the black dwarf snorted, dropped his weapon and rolled out of the ring with his stomach in his hands.

"This kid actually won with such an ordinary move...... "One time may be a follow-up, but twice I am afraid it is deliberate, and the dark elves who are watching the battle begin to turn their heads to each other.

As for the referee, this time he was already mentally prepared, and directly announced: "Red Nine victory!"

This is already Midi's second victory.

His appearance has attracted the attention of many members of the tarantula tribe, and the mentality of "watching the excitement" brought by his human identity to the dark elves has decreased a lot.

In the next two games, Midi turned out to be the same as before, first breaking through the opponent's defenses with a stormy savage attack, and then bullying him to end the battle with the hilt of his sword.

Four wins in a row!

"Red Nine vs. Red Three!"

Finally, in the fifth round, Midi's opponent went from being at the bottom of the rankings to being at the top of the rankings.

The third in the red group is a half-giant.

He has the blood of a rock giant, so his body is extraordinarily strong, even taller than a lizardman.

Not only that, but Midi also clearly remembered that this half-giant was one of the younger brothers of Ice Hand and Bloody Hand, and he was the loudest one in yesterday's clash of words.

"Go kill him, don't show mercy. Icehand gave instructions on the spot without hesitation, and his voice was so loud that it was almost as if he was deliberately trying to make Midi hear.

"Weak human, you'll be crushed into meat by me soon!"

The tall body of the half-giant, like a high mountain, blocked Midi's front and obscured all his vision.

The powerful dark magic power in his body surged, gushing out from his limbs, filling the entire ring with a suffocating pressure.