This dungeon has mushrooms growing on it.

Chapter 287, Section 286: The Spy
A slight undulation came from the soft mushroom bed beneath him, causing Norris, who was in a half-dream state, to open his eyes.

"Sorry, did I wake you?" Qiong Zheng tiptoed open the door a crack and said apologetically upon seeing the door.

"Ah...it's nothing, I should be waking up soon too." Norris rubbed his sleepy eyes and subconsciously reached for his nail-file tool by the bedside, but found nothing.

He then remembered that his tools were still in his mushroom house, which had been "occupied" by Xiao Hei, and he chose to stay temporarily in Qiong's mushroom house.

Outside, there were empty beverage barrels.

Half of the drink went into Xiao Hei's stomach, successfully calming her down and saving him from a possible scale-removing crisis.

The other half was shared with several friends of the Moth race, and the atmosphere was pleasant.

Norris stretched his muscles, which were slightly sore from being curled up, and just then he saw Louisa's tall figure leisurely walking out of the passage leading to the dungeon.

A trace of fresh blood remained at the corner of her mouth, indicating that she had just finished "breakfast".

Noticing Norris's gaze, Louisa calmly wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, then smiled at him, her teeth also covered in blood...

Norris was not frightened by the sight; instead, he greeted them naturally.

He himself had taken it a few times and was already used to it.

If he really had to choose between being sucked blood by Louisa and having his scales plucked by Little Black, he would choose the former without hesitation.

The vampire's fangs pierce through the vampire, creating a slight numbing sensation. The peculiar feeling of blood being drawn away, if savored carefully, even carries a subtle, indescribable comfort.

Qiong, who was standing nearby, was controlling a Jida to load various herbs into a wooden cart.

[Mental Integration] is a necessary prerequisite skill for controlling Jida, and the leader has already bestowed it upon most of the demon race.

Unfortunately, the same skill can manifest differently in different people.

There aren't many like Norris who can precisely control multiple Pugi to perform different actions simultaneously, thus meeting the requirements for piloting a Pugi.

Most people simply increased the upper limit of the number of controllable Puji, with increases ranging from a few to dozens.

Among them, Xinghuo's talent is the most amazing, as he can command more than 150 Puji at the same time!
Occasionally, they would encounter demons whose skills remained unchanged. Whenever this happened, the leader would mutter something like, "Useless spiritual root, unable to cultivate immortality," which left everyone scratching their heads.

After the herbs were loaded onto the cart, Qiong used strong mycelial ropes to string together several cattle and horses and attach them to the front of the cart.

He turned to Norris and said, "I'm going to the tribe. You can sleep in my mushroom house for the next few days."

At Norris's request, the boss regenerated a mushroom house for him, but without accelerated growth, it would take about a week to grow. During this time, Norris would have to stay there temporarily.

However, Norris still wanted to go to a more lively place.

“I’ll come over there too, I might be able to help!” Norris’s Giddar came to his side under control.

……

In the last battle, the tribe was mostly destroyed. The chief said it was all Galen's fault for not staying put and getting blown up.

Fortunately, thanks to prior preparations, there were no casualties.

Considering that most of the demon race already resided in Mushroom Garden No. 3, Shou once suggested that the entire race simply move into the underground city and abandon this place.

The eldest brother rejected the idea.

The leader's idea was that the cradle and the magic core inside should still be moved to the safe mushroom garden, but the original tribe site should not be abandoned, but rather transformed into a frontline fortress.

The original quote was: "This increases strategic depth!"

Norris didn't know what strategic depth was, but his boss was right most of the time.

This time, Qiong was also transporting some war supplies.

Upon arriving at their destination, Norris was almost unrecognizable from what he saw. It was no longer a simple tribe, but had become a fortress in its early stages!

The simple walls originally made of ice blocks and logs were completely demolished and replaced by thick stone walls made of countless heavy armor plates.

The surface of the barrier is uneven, with the "lump-like" texture unique to Puji construction. Although it is not neat, it is exceptionally sturdy.

Inside the fortress, warehouses for storing supplies and mushroom houses for people to rest are ready.

A tunnel connecting the fortress and the dungeon, allowing for rapid passage for the demon race, is being dug with everyone working overtime. Galen, as a level 60 combatant, wouldn't be an insignificant figure in any faction.

Not to mention the relatively small Demon race.

Retaliation is inevitable; it's just a matter of time.

Having completely joined the Mushroom Garden, the demonic descendants had no choice but to fight to the end, so they naturally put in their utmost effort to prepare for battle.

Meanwhile, the leader was setting up invisible self-destructing bombs around the area and talking about digging more tunnels leading to the traps, showing that he was very concerned about it.

However, Norris felt that, unlike the demons' worries, the boss seemed quite expectant.

Maybe it's an illusion.

Just as Norris was about to help move the excavated rubble and ice, a commotion arose not far away.

Two demon warriors pushed and shoved a figure who was bound hand and foot with mycelium ropes and was struggling as they walked over.

The figure was dressed in thick animal skin clothing, with its exposed limbs covered in yellowish-brown scales, and had a lizard-like head and tail—it was clearly a lizardman!

"Caught a sneaky fellow peeking around!" A demon warrior shoved the lizardman hard, knocking him to the ground in the center of the open space surrounded by the crowd, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The lizardman groaned as he fell, struggling to get up, but was bound by tough mycelial ropes and could only curl up on the ground in a sorry state, his vertical pupils nervously scanning the hostile demon faces around him.

Hunter pushed through the crowd and walked over. He didn't raise the dark spear in his hand, but just casually rested it on the ground, which brought a great sense of oppression to the lizardmen.

“Name, tribe, purpose.” Hunt’s voice was deep and devoid of any unnecessary words.

The lizardman's eyes darted around, and he forced a stiff smile, revealing his fine teeth: "Hey, brother, it's a misunderstanding! I'm... I'm from the 'Earth Scale Tribe,' my name is Tok. I was sent here just to say hello to you guys after all this time, I mean no harm!"

"A greeting?" Shou narrowed his eyes slightly, his voice growing even colder. "Hiding behind a snow hill three hundred meters away, spying on you lizardmen for most of the morning with your pathetic 'thermal vision'? Is this your Rockbreaker tribe's way of 'greeting'?"

There are no secrets on the fungal carpet.

Tok's clumsy lie was exposed on the spot.

"I...I..." he stammered, still trying to argue.

puff!

The spear in the hunter's hand pierced through the outside of Tok's thigh! The spearhead penetrated the scales and muscles, embedding itself deep into the frozen ground below!

"what--!!!"

Tok's body writhed wildly, the excruciating pain contorting the scales on his face, and blood gushed from the spear shaft, quickly staining the white snow beneath him.

Hunt's hand gripped the spear shaft firmly, without even a tremor. He leaned slightly forward and said, "Last chance. Objective. Or, the next spear will pierce your lung."

Tok gasped for breath, tears and snot streaming down his face, his voice distorted with pain and fear: "No! Don't kill me! I'll talk! It was the Empire! The Empire sent us!"

There was a commotion in the crowd.

"The Empire has made a promise to us!" Tok shouted hoarsely, enduring the excruciating pain. "The empire's leaders said... as long as we can get your demonic 'core' and bring it back... we won't have to go to the battlefield as cannon fodder! The Shattered Rock Tribe... the entire tribe will directly obtain the fertile river valleys in the south! We'll never have to suffer hunger and cold on the frozen ground again!"

He suddenly spotted Norris's conspicuous silver scales in the crowd, and as if grasping at a last straw, his eyes blazed with a fierce will to survive: "Lizardmen?! No... half-lizardmen? For... for the sake of being somewhat of the same race! Please, plead with them for me! I really didn't want to mess with you! It's all the Empire's fault! Spare me! Spare me!"

Norris looked at the tan-colored lizardman, the initial trace of pity in his eyes quickly turning into cold indifference. If he were the one giving the order, he would have killed him right now...

On the other side, Shou's face was as gloomy as the leaden clouds of the far north. Although he was mentally prepared, the pressure from the fact that the Empire's henchmen had actually appeared before him still made him frown deeply.

Just as he was about to wave his hand to have the lizardman taken away and imprisoned, several puffies suddenly emerged from the fungal carpet next to the lizardman.

Digestive mucus was sprayed on it, and after a brief scream, the lizardman fell silent.

The fungal carpet quickly spread beneath the corpse, and with deliberate acceleration, the lizardman's flesh was completely decomposed in just a few minutes, leaving only his skeleton and scales.

The voice crawled up to the empty shell, and the terrifying sound clearly reached the ears of everyone present:

"You only sent a lizardman tribe? Hehehehe, gentlemen, I love war!" The surrounding puffies trembled in unison.

(End of this chapter)