Arad's Sword

Chapter 417 Promotion to Level 62

Midi didn't know what decision the eldest son of the red-blooded bat, the famous Simon, had made.

But at least, along the way, they finally returned to the Tarantula Tribe smoothly without encountering any pursuit or accident.

Conflicts with the children of the Red Blood Bat Family, no matter whether it is the leader of the old mage, or Galantis himself, naturally dare not hide it, and immediately explained it in detail at the elder meeting.

But of course, since conflicts have already occurred, there is naturally no other choice.

Just one word, war!

In this regard, the small forces in the Underdark region are more interested in Midi.

If it was changed to the mainland of Arad, and a little baron provoked the Grand Duke, the first thing that would come to mind would be an apology and compensation.

Maybe the black dragon priest can't move, but there are many ways to take advantage of loopholes, such as immediately finding a new person to replace Galantis' priesthood, and then he will be removed from his position and become a commoner. It's not impossible to wash it and send it over.

But in the Underdark, this kind of thing doesn't happen.

No one wants to cause trouble, but after causing trouble, there is naturally only one way to go to the dark, and there is absolutely no room for turning back.In other words, once they turned around, the tribe would naturally lose its cohesion and disappear without the help of the Red Blood Bat Clan.

Just like what Midi said - what's the point of existence for a tribe that can't even keep the black dragon priest?

Therefore, even if Galantis got into a catastrophe this time and her position was greatly shaken, Zared would not propose to remove her priesthood, but just took the opportunity to strengthen her position.

No matter what the internal reaction is, today's Tarantula tribe has a sense of crisis from top to bottom.

With the behemoth of the Red Blood Bat Family watching from the sidelines, the tribe's only chance is the bonfire gathering and the selection of Menzoberranzan warriors.

If you can't stand out from the two, then there is no doubt that after the Black Dragon Conference is over and the Red Blood Bat Family is free, they will definitely try their best to destroy the Tarantula Tribe.

Coupled with the news that "Crystal Dragon Fort" will be opened as a reward, under the dual effects of pressure and motivation, the patriarch of the tarantula finally made a decision.

Open the black dragon stele deep in the tribe's cave for enlightenment by the tribe's great warriors and warriors to improve their strength!
This black dragon stele can be said to be the biggest secret of the Tarantula Tribe, and it is also the foundation on which the tribe was established more than 100 years ago.

Even the two high-status black dragon priestesses didn't know the existence of this stone tablet.

The only ones who understand the ins and outs are the group of old people including the patriarch of the tarantula and the old mage.

Soon, Midi, Zaknafein, Mason, and three other tribal warriors, together with the two black dragon priests, Galantis and Zalid, and the great warrior Alex, a group of people set off in the tribe. Under the leadership of the patriarch, they bypassed the labyrinth-like tunnels and passed through several phantom arrays before finally arriving at a huge cave that was extremely empty.

In this cave, there stands an incomplete stele. Although the upper part is lost, and the surface is eroded and mottled by the years, the mighty prehistoric aura emanating from the stele makes everyone feel amazed instantly. A shock.

"It's indeed the Black Dragon Stele." Lottes felt it, and said to Midi like this, "Moreover, there seems to be some kind of strange aura contained in this stele, which may have something to do with the Dark Dragon City."

The eighth apostle sighed for a long time, and finally told Midi: "Choose a better position, this prehistoric aura is also of great benefit to this old man, and I can just take this opportunity to absorb a little bit."

Essence, breath, such invisible powers, will it help the recovery of the eighth apostle?
Midi secretly kept these in her heart.

As for the so-called "better location", on the surface, it does not exist.

The space where the black dragon stele is located is a huge circular space, the stele is at the center of the circle, and many small stone holes have been artificially dug out on the surrounding stone walls.

When enlightenment is needed, the warriors have to enter the cave and sit upright.

In other words, no matter which cave it is in, the distance from the stele is about the same.

Apparently, this is also a rule formulated back then in order to avoid absorbing more breath in order to get close to the stele.

Without any extra emotion, Alex, who is a great warrior of the tribe, took the lead in choosing a stone cave located at a high place, jumped up lightly after a few vertical jumps, and looked down at the entire round hall from a condescending height.

The rest of the tribal warriors didn't dare to say anything when they saw this, they just snorted a few times, and then cast their skills one by one, flew up to the high cave and sat upright in meditation.

The black dragon priests also chose positions one after another, while the old patriarch and the old mage returned to the outside to guard after a few words of advice.

Midi was the only one left, still standing in the hall without choosing a place.

On the surface, there really isn't a particularly good location here, but in reality?
Since the eighth apostle Lotos has given such hints, of course Midi will not choose the position easily.

With a thought in his mind, he spread out the environmental sensing, and carefully sensed the flow of air and the flow of magic power. Then, with a slight smile, without hesitation, he walked towards a stone cave at the bottom of the south.

As soon as she entered the cave and sat down, Midi immediately felt that the prehistoric aura here was a bit higher than other places.

"Sure enough, the flow of the prehistoric aura will be attracted by the underground magic veins!" Midi's mouth slightly raised.

He sensed the flow of dark magic power through environmental sensing, and then followed the flow of underground magic veins, and chose this cave.

If the magic vein is a river, then the location of this cave is equivalent to the location of the mouth of the sea, and it can be said to be the place with the highest concentration of dark magic power.

And as expected, the prehistoric atmosphere here is also the strongest as Midi expected.

In this way, Midi can absorb more breath and obtain a greater improvement within the same perception time.

"let's start!"

Midi placed the horned king sword he had just obtained in front of him, sat cross-legged, his mind was immersed in the spirit dragon sword in his body, and began to frantically extract the aura of the wild.

And Rotes, the eighth apostle, is now beginning to absorb this prehistoric breath like ordinary professionals.

Coupled with other people's meditation, for a moment, this huge hall seemed to be a stirred up pool of water, with surging breath and magic rhythm, like an invisible vortex.

While absorbing it, Midi felt an extremely powerful force pouring into the body through the pores, firstly washing and impacting the skin and flesh on the surface of the body, and then after being buffered, the relatively mild warm force penetrated into the body.

The Spirit Dragon Sword in his body was ringing softly and trembling at this moment, the aura in it was intertwined with this prehistoric aura, absorbed, tempered, and became more pure.

The dark lines on the surface of the Linglong Sword continued to grow under such circumstances, and finally reached the point of covering [-]% ​​of the sword body.

In other words, the current Midi has surpassed the peak of level 61 and is about to enter level 62.

Not only that, Midi can also feel that the mottled horned king sword placed horizontally in front of him is also nourished by this prehistoric atmosphere. The surface is constantly repairing itself, and those rusts that cannot be washed away by magic are being repaired. It peeled off a little bit, and the cracked blade became sharper little by little.

Of course, the one who draws the most power is still Rotes.

Although the eighth apostle didn't show up and was still hidden in the dagger "Golden Forgiveness", he absorbed the prehistoric breath unambiguously, just like a giant whale absorbing water, constantly devouring it.

Midi couldn't help but wonder if swallowing it like this would change the direction of breath in the entire hall.

However, even though most of the breath was swallowed by Rotes, this breath would also surround Midi's body, playing a certain cleaning effect on Midi.

It can be said that Midi is in the light of Rotes instead.

Although the prehistoric aura absorbed did not increase, it was washed away by this aura.

Of course, while Midi was absorbing crazily, other people were also practicing hard.

Time flies, and soon, several hours have passed.

In the cave at the highest point, Alex, who had been in a state of meditation, finally opened his eyes.

He let out a deep breath, his eyes sparkled, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"These old fellows hid the seventh stele so deep that they actually hid the seventh stele in such a place. However, I finally found it!" Alex looked down at the entire hall coldly, and said softly. Yu said, "Now, after collecting the power of the seventh stele, the Tarantula tribe is useless to me. Why don't I take advantage of the opportunity of the bonfire gathering and find a way to get rid of it."

The great warrior of the Tarantula Tribe, the strong man who everyone placed the greatest expectations on, said this lightly, with a chilling coldness and ruthlessness in his tone.

But at this moment, from the rock cave at the bottom of the south, a surge of heat suddenly burst out.

The heat flow continued to rise, and countless explosions sounded invisible in the air, like thunder, like the roar of a giant dragon!
And the surrounding dark magic power stirred up even more like an explosion at this moment, which immediately alarmed all the people cultivating here.

"This guy..." Zaknafein sighed.

"This kid..." Mason was speechless for a moment.

"If it's him..." Glentis's beautiful eyes flickered.

After comprehending and absorbing power under the Black Dragon Stele for six hours, Midi successfully advanced to level 62!
"I didn't expect that human being to be able to achieve this level through the perception of the power of the black dragon." The old mage looked at the vast space behind him and said softly, "When I picked him back, I didn't expect it to change. as it is now."

"This can be regarded as the luck of our wolf spider tribe." The patriarch of the wolf spider said with emotion, showing a gratified smile, "Alex and Midi, these two people are the key to our wolf spider's victory this time , It's a pity that neither of these two is a member of the native tarantula, it seems...it's time to consider the marriage of the two black dragon priests."

(End of this chapter)