"If you want me to see it, this thin-skinned and tender-fleshed human will be killed by the real fighters inside before he can get to the arena. A dark elf warrior said deliberately aloud, looking at Midi with ill will.

The other, who was a little older, just sighed and shook his head: "Don't worry, humans, there are magic surveillances inside, and private fights between slave fighters are forbidden, so you can live until tomorrow." However, it is only for tomorrow. To be honest, being able to become a slave of Lord Golantis is a position that many fighters are jealous of, and you have to come here to find death, the thinking of the surface people is really incomprehensible. ”

Midi was neither frightened nor refuted, but only smiled faintly.

Putting aside his purpose of participating in the Black Dragon Conference, simply comparing the two slaves, Midi will definitely choose to become a fighter.

Although the living slave has a certain amount of freedom, he is still a slave in the final analysis, and it is impossible to get the approval of the dark elves in this life, and there is no hope of freedom.

Unless you have the ability to do things without the rules, and you have the ability to slaughter the entire tribe of dark elves.

Slave fighters, on the other hand, were heavily guarded, but in the end, they fought to finally be truly free.

And it's a freedom that can be recognized by the dark elves.

How do you choose between the hypocritical but bloodless freedom and the real freedom that must be taken with your life?

For Midi, this is, of course, a question that does not even need to be considered.

In fact, if it weren't for the goal of the Black Dragon Conference, Midi might really have directly started a war with this dark elf tribe, and he didn't even need this kind of vanity and resentment.

As for the competition, Midi was never worried.

Let me start with the slave fighters of the tarantula tribe, and have a good understanding of the combat power and combat methods of this dark region.

Thinking of the astonishing whip of Golantis before, Midi's heart thought so.

Then, with a brutal push from the Dark Elf warrior, he stumbled into the cavern.

The sound of metal grinding sounded at the same time, and the heavy black iron door had closed, leaving only darkness.

"Come on, let's see which hapless guy has come to this black rock cave again!" a loud voice rang out, echoing through the cavern, striking Midi's eardrums.

No matter how strong or weak the races in the dark region are, they all have the ability to see or locate objects in the dark, so this darkness is nothing to them at all.

And for Midi, the darkness could not bother him now, either.

A golden-red sword light rose from Midi's body, like a bright torch, illuminating the entire stone cave incomparably brightly.

In the wilderness of the dark region, Midi did not dare to illuminate in this way, which would turn him into a humanoid living target, attracting all kinds of monsters within a radius of hundreds of kilometers, and the final result would be to fight to the death of exhaustion.

But this is not a wilderness, but a safe cave, and among the dark elf tribes, it is natural to light a lamp.

With the help of the brilliance of the sword, Midi swept away at a glance, and immediately took in the situation of the entire black rock cave.

Although it is a place where slaves live, the Dark Elves have obviously put some effort into saying that it is a stone cave, but it is not really as simple as a stone cave, but more like a soldier's dormitory.

In the center of the cave is a wide passage, flanked by dozens of rooms.

These rooms have no doors, and they seem to be able to come and go as they please, but it is clear that each room already has an owner.

At this moment, as Midi entered, the owners of the room came out of their small territory one by one, looking at the newcomer.

And Midi was watching them too.

The slave fighters were of a variety of races, from gray dwarves with granite-skinned skin to their close relatives, black dwarves darker than dark elves, a few goblins probing their brains, and a large, lame kobold crawling in the corner of the hallway.

Of course, there are also dark elves here.

Most of these slave fighters were prisoners of war born of tribal warfare, but a few were captured directly from the wild. But whether they are compatriots or not, the tarantula tribe will not be treated differently.

In the Dark Regions, race is not an issue, the biggest problem is the scarcity of resources, so you have to prove your worth in order to get enough supplies.

Midi, on the other hand, was given preferential treatment because of its scarcity, even though he himself had no interest in such pet-like preferential treatment.

At the end of the hallway, in the largest stone room, sat a strong lizardman.

Under the illumination of the golden-red sword, the green scales around the lizardman suddenly reflected a metallic luster, and a pair of eyes with slender slits were staring at Midi steadily.

The welcome just now came from the mouth of the lizardman.

Everywhere there is a difference between the top and the bottom, and in this small black rock cave, it is clear that this lizardman seems to be the boss.

The sword light around Midi caused a small commotion, and the light appeared in the darkness, which naturally had a certain impact on the night vision.

Many bad-tempered dwarves were stabbed by this light, and immediately burst into scolding.

However, they were obviously not very afraid of the sword itself.

There are only two possibilities.

First, they are fools who have no sense of danger.

Second, they have the confidence to be able to cope with the sword.

It is difficult for a fool to survive in the dark realms, which is why Midi prefers the second explanation.

The attitude of the slave fighters made his evaluation of the combat power of the Dark Region race further rise.

After the initial uproar, the slave fighters were quickly attracted to Midi's human appearance.

"What is this thing?" a black dwarf shouted with wide eyes as he saw Midi's face, "Behold, a gray dwarf who has been torn apart!"

"Get out of here, you pig's head, this guy is a human, you know, a human!" On the side, the gray dwarf who was pointed to the race immediately gave the other party a hard blow, and then said in a proud tone, "My grandfather's grandfather once ventured to the surface world, and he also brought back a lot of image crystals, so I know that this round-eared guy is a human!"

A group of black and gray dwarves immediately began to gobble, adding to the noise of the goblins.

However, the Dark Elves clearly thought highly of themselves, and just looked coldly at the new uninvited guests, as if they were weighing the weight of Midi.

Midi used the golden red sword to test the reaction of the slave fighters, why couldn't the other party use the golden red sword to assess Midi's level?

After the cacophony, the lizardman finally spoke again: "A human? So, you kid was brought back by the dark elf chick?"

Obviously, although he is a slave, since he has achieved the position of the boss, the news is also spread in all directions.

Midi raised her eyebrows and replied directly, "That's right." ”

"What a stupid thing, a good slave should not have to come to such a place. The lizardman let out a sneer, then finally stood up.

As one of the most powerful races in the Netherlands, this lizardman was two meters three tall, a lot taller than Midi.

As he slowly walked through the passage from his room, all the slave fighters around him, including the misfit Dark Elf prisoners of war, fell to the sides, making way for the boss.

With heavy footsteps, the lizardmen finally walked up to Midi and looked down on each other with a pair of dragon eyes.

"Sue this human, the rules of the Black Rock Cave!" roared the lizardman.

Immediately, a big goblin rushed out of the crowd, ran to Midi tremblingly, coughed, and then said in a sharp voice: "After all the food is delivered, let the boss pick it first, and the room allocation is designated by the boss, and in addition, the victory or defeat in the arena must also be arranged by the boss!"

"Oh?" Midi's eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold light swept through them.

In the silence, the dragon power that he possessed as an extraordinary awakened person had already spread.

But the effect of this dragon power does not seem to be as good as imagined.

Although a few weaker ones were intimidated, most of the slave fighters successfully resisted the sweeping dragon power.

"I've said a long time ago, the dragon blood in your body is too thin to cause any deterrent in a place like the Dark Regions. Lotus's voice rang in Midi's head.

Although all of Midi's weapons and equipment were taken away after becoming a slave, Lotus didn't know what kind of mysterious spell he used, and even turned the dagger "Golden Forgiveness" into a small snake, which was directly wrapped around Midi's arm.

As a result, the most powerful weapon was turned into a decorative armband.

The Dark Elves had no interest in the shiny metalwork, and Midi easily kept the Golden Forgiveness.

"And don't forget, the magic power in the dark region is the dark magic, and the ingredient of the dark Yinghua in it is said to flow from the dark dragon city. Having grown up with this kind of magic with the aura of a black dragon since birth, their resistance to dragon power is very high!" Lotus continued.

After listening to the explanation of the Eighth Apostle, Midi was a little depressed to find that it was probably impossible to quietly deter these people under the surveillance of magic.

The only way is to go straight to it.

As for agreeing to the other party's terms? I'm sorry, but in Midi's dictionary, there is never the word yield.

"What if I don't say yes?" said Midi as she took a step forward and looked fearlessly at the tower-tall lizardman in front of her.

The lizardman was stunned for a moment, and then let out a burst of arrogant laughter.

"Don't think I'm afraid I won't touch you if you're the slave of that dark elf chick!, instead, I'll tear you to pieces and eat you for dinner!" the lizardman opened his bloody jaws, loosening the bones around him with a chilling click.

Then, he didn't have any stance, and he threw a punch.