Slime Immortal

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The third day of exploration.

Chen Yu and his friends encountered some minor troubles.

The abnormal magic power expanded faster than they imagined, and even covered the opened forest path.

Even before the rainstorm came, the monsters in the forest were as restless as ants on a hot pan.

There are too many monsters affected by magic, and they keep crashing into the stinger bee array.

Can't finish it, can't finish it at all.

Chen Yu was so full that he started to become picky about food.

"Rumble..."

Today the sky is overcast, there are faint flashes of thunder, and it is drizzling.

It was estimated that heavy rain would come in a day or two, and Chen Yu was sure that they could not turn back.

We can only keep moving forward and leave the swamp forest before the rainstorm falls.

The good news was that they were very close to the edge of the forest. The number of monsters was gradually decreasing, but there were more signs of demihuman activities.

In the dark swamp forest, with drizzling rain, Sergash crept low and carefully climbed over the fallen oak tree. He saw the familiar sign carved on the tree and immediately realized that they had reached the edge of the swamp.

"Your Excellency the Envoy, we are here."

Chen Yu was distractedly reading the talisman book given by Shao Qingsong. When he heard Sergash's words, he blinked in her arms and came back to his senses.

"How many stinger bees are left?"

The magic riot affects all monsters with magic organs, and the stinging bee is of course no exception.

The Queen Bee is intelligent and knows the dangers of magical riots, but she occasionally appears a little irritable.

But the same cannot be said for those stinger bee soldiers, who may escape the queen bee's control, get lost in the abnormal magic, and never get out.

Along the way, Chen Yu lost a lot of bee soldiers.

"Thirteen left."

It was okay, more than he thought.

"Sir Messenger, this is our tribe's hunting grounds. There may be corrupted lizardmen wandering around here."

The magic riot represents danger but also opportunity for the surrounding demihumans.

If you are careful enough, you can catch enough food to last you a month.

Therefore, the more the magic riots, the more corrupted lizardmen will linger around.

"Let's find a place to hide first and wait until the rainstorm passes."

"Well, when the hunting team spends the night in the wild, they will hide in the shelter built by the tribe. It's very dry inside, which should be enough for us to survive the heavy rain."

"I know an abandoned one nearby."

Segash groped his way forward, walking very carefully.

But soon her expression turned surprised.

Chen Yu noticed that something was wrong with her.

"what happened?"

"There's a smell of blood here. It's human."

Chapter 24 The Art of Hunting

He bent down and carefully crept forward for more than ten meters. The smell of blood became strong and pungent. Sergash pushed aside the wet fan-leaf bushes and the scene before him was shocking.

There were more than a dozen human corpses lying on the ground. Judging from the broken emblems, they seemed to be adventurers hired by a caravan.

A notched two-handed sword, a broken spear handle, or a round wooden shield covered with cheap cowhide... these equipment scattered on the ground also confirmed their identity as adventurers.

The worn and threadbare mail on their bodies was now completely torn apart by inhuman claws. The twisted metal rings hung on the corpses like torn fishing nets, revealing the equally torn leather armor lining and flesh underneath.

And in the distance, there seemed to be faint sounds of fighting and cursing.

"These scars were caused by those corrupted lizardmen."

Segash had lived in the swamp forest since he was a child and was accustomed to bloody scenes. He was not panicked by this, but was a little worried.

"They're chasing something."

"Let's sneak over and take a look."

Chen Yu was happy to watch the fun, and it would be even better if he could teach these corrupted lizardmen who were preventing him from opening up a bee-friendly passage a lesson.

As Sergash walked by holding him, he looked curiously at the human corpse on the ground. The corpse had curly brown chestnut hair, a high nose bridge, and freckles on its face, which was full of exotic charm.

These were indeed humans, even more human than he had imagined.

It has a head, a face, two eyes, a nose and a mouth, all in the right places. It's so human.

Now he felt relieved. At least Ziarella was not some weird world.

Sergash held the slime tightly in his arms, sneaked carefully, and found a high ground with a wide view so that he could see clearly what was happening in front of him.

……

Deep in the swamp, in the ancient banyan forest, thick fog filled the air, the scent of rotting wood mingled with the stench of blood. Huge plank-like roots formed a twisted wall, dividing the battlefield.

In the battle for food supplies with the corrupted lizardmen, the hunting party of the Rot Moss Tribe is losing ground.

The original plan to rescue the human caravan failed and they were ambushed.

"Hold on! For the ancestors! For the tribe!" An experienced warrior roared and swung a bone blade to chop at a scaly-clawed warrior who was rushing towards him.

"Clang!"

Sparks flew everywhere! The bone blade only left a shallow white mark on the opponent's shoulder covered with thick gray scales.

The corrupted lizardman grinned fiercely, and with a backhand claw, with a whistling sound that tore through the air, he easily knocked the weapon of the rotten moss warrior away, and then his other claws fiercely dug into his abdomen!

"Pfft!"

The sharp claws dug into the flesh and blood gushed out.

The moss warrior's eyes widened, and he was overwhelmed by severe pain and despair. His body was thrown away by the huge force and hit the slippery roots of the banyan tree, and he was silent.

The hunting team of the Scale Claw Tribe enveloped them like a gray tide of death.

This is a force they are completely unable to resist.

Corrupted Lizardmen are generally larger than Rotten Moss Warriors, with muscular build and gray scales that reflect a cold metallic glow in the dim light.

The claws are extremely sharp and can easily tear the leather armor and relatively soft green scales of the Moss Warrior. Every pounce is accompanied by manic power, and every bite is accompanied by the howls of the companion.

"Retreat! Retreat to the stone pillar area!"

The captain of the Rotten Moss Tribe, an old warrior with hideous claw marks on his face, gave the order in a hoarse voice.

But the retreat was blocked by two corrupted lizardmen, whose eyes flickered with a turbid, ominous dark red light, which was the crazy power bestowed by the corrupted Morgul.

Despair enveloped the remaining Moss Rot Warriors, but the fighting spirit in their eyes had not faded, as if they were waiting for something to appear.

On high ground.

"Sir Messenger, should we take action?"

Sergash gripped his staff tightly, staring intently at the battlefield.

The battle had been going on for quite a while before they arrived.

She recognized the identities of her corrupted lizardmen opponents, lizardmen from the Rot Moss Tribe further north.

"These moss lizardmen still have a backup plan."

"Backhand?"

The confusion on Sergash's face didn't last long before she saw a figure slowly emerging from the thick fog.

She opened her eyes wide, her eyes full of surprise.

Just as the Corrupted Lizardman grinned and prepared to launch a final attack to completely crush the remaining rotten moss soldiers—

"Whoosh!!!"

A shrill whistle suddenly rang out, tearing through the thick fog! The sound was as piercing as the whistle of death!

A rough spear infused with terrifying power turned into a blurry black shadow and shot from the side of the battlefield with incredible precision!

"Pfft!"

The corrupted lizardman who was rushing in the front and was about to tear a wounded moss warrior to pieces suddenly froze.

The wooden spear pierced through his thick gray scales that he was so proud of, like a hot knife cutting through butter, and penetrated deep into his chest!

The enormous impact force even caused his sturdy body to stagger back two steps before he collapsed to the ground with a thud. Only a horrific hole remained in his chest, from which dirty blood continued to gush out.

The battlefield instantly fell silent! Both the desperate Rot Moss Warriors and the frenzied Scale Claw Hunters looked in astonishment in the direction of the spears.

At the edge of the shadows and thick fog, a figure so tall and frightening that it made one's heart frightened slowly walked out.

Semia.

The dark olive-colored scale armor seemed to be made of cold iron, clinging to her explosive body. Several bone blades hung around her waist flashed with a cold white light, and a blowgun was slung across her shoulder.

He was holding a bloody head in his hand.

She did not utter any battle cry, but stepped into the battlefield silently, each step seemed to be in the beat of her heart, heavy and deadly.

Her amber vertical pupils swept across the battlefield coldly. When her eyes swept over the shocked and confused corrupted lizardmen, the pure murderous intent that froze their souls almost became tangible, making even the most ferocious Scale Claw warriors feel a chill down their spines.

"Lady Semiya!"

"Our Valkyrie is here!"

She ignored the frightened yet hopeful gazes of the moss warriors. She had only one goal - to crush the corruption before her.

"It's that monster!"

"Kill her!"