Slime Immortal

Old Shazak and the surrounding lizardmen looked bewildered, and some of the younger ones even couldn't help but sneer.

The communication gap was as chasm as a chasm, and he felt like a fool trying to explain the sky to a fish.

"These lizardmen don't even know about that forest path. What a joke."

He didn't know the way through the swamp, and without a map, he couldn't find the forest path at all. He could only explain it over and over again in vain.

Segash's gaze lingered on the anxious human merchant.

She was keenly aware that despite his predicament, there was none of the disdain or calculation in his eyes that she was accustomed to seeing in human businessmen.

Just anxiety and a kind of...attempt to be polite restraint?

Was it because the Rot Moss Tribe had saved him? Or... because of the Messenger, that he had a different attitude towards the Lizardmen?

An idea quickly formed in her mind.

She calmly retreated to the edge of the crowd and quickly pulled out a simple map tanned with waterproof oil from the small leather bag she was carrying, which marked the tribe's approximate hunting areas and water sources.

She carefully wrapped a piece of gray gravel crystal the size of a pigeon egg with the map and stuffed it into the gap between a pile of sacks at the edge of the truck bed.

……

after an hour.

Arno left the noisy but relatively safe area of ​​the Rot Moss Tribe and went deep into the dark and humid swamp forest.

The closer he got to the area in his memory, the more nervous Arno's heartbeat became.

He couldn't help but recall the dark outline in the mist and the pair of emotionless green "eyes".

This time it comes to him...what will be waiting for him?

In order to dispel the faint fear in his heart, he subconsciously reached into his arms.

There was something he accidentally found from the gap in the sack when he was sorting the goods - a rough lizardman map and a piece of cold and hard gray gravel crystal wrapped inside.

He unfolded the map on the wooden box in his arms and carefully identified the direction of the forest path in the faint light of the forest.

I suddenly felt doubtful.

Who gave you the map?

Could it be that there are also followers of that devil in the Rotten Moss Tribe?

He felt as if he was being watched, and any hope he had in his mind vanished.

He tried to calm himself down.

Arno, this is nothing, just a deal with the devil.

There is nothing to be afraid of...

Well, this comfort not only had no effect, but made him feel even heavier inside.

He felt like a wild boar that had voluntarily stepped into an oven, thinking about how to roast its fat until it was sizzling and golden, so as to satisfy the devil's greedy appetite.

His thoughts were churning wildly in fear, but his footsteps had mechanically brought him to the end of the forest path.

Ahead, the thick and indissoluble poisonous fog completely engulfed the road.

He took tentative steps, trying to penetrate the suffocating barrier, but every time he raised his leg, it returned to its original position.

Arno stood there frozen, the fear of the devil seeping into his bones. In the end, an idea that even he himself thought was extremely crazy prevailed.

call.

He actually wanted to summon the existence from hell to his presence himself!

"Great Lord of the Swamp! You...your humble servant...brings you...a sacrifice."

Arno's hoarse voice echoed in the woods with a trembling voice.

Before he could finish his words, a huge regret surged in his heart. He wanted to escape, wanted to withdraw this fatal invitation, but his feet seemed to be rooted.

That's too late!

Deep in the thick fog, the outline of an oppressive figure suddenly appeared!

It came through the fog, carrying with it the smell of decay and sickening fear that had settled deep in the swamp.

Arno's heart almost beat out of his chest!

He stared intently at the approaching shadow, the demon's hideous appearance emerging in his mind—twisted muscles, twisted horns on his head, scarlet eyes burning with soul-smiting evil fire. Every step he took should make the earth tremble...

The shadow expanded rapidly in his field of vision, its outline becoming clearer and clearer. Fear and despair reached their peak, and he could almost smell the imagined breath of death mixed with sulfur and blood!

The thick fog was violently torn apart by some force, and the figure brewing the ultimate terror finally stepped out completely...

A ball...soft, translucent, wobbly jelly-like...

...Slime?

Ok? !

……

Chen Yu has been a little troubled recently.

Deep in the swamp, he discovered some corrupted swamp gators.

It seems that the power that fascinates the Lizardmen comes from the depths of the swamp.

In other words, his territory was surrounded by those crazy and corrupt believers.

All it takes is a rainstorm or an opportunity, and the corrupted monsters deep in the swamp will pour out and occupy the entire swamp together with the corrupted demihumans outside.

Push him down from his high position as the swamp overlord who had not been in office for long.

The struggle for supremacy has always been like this.

I didn't expect these corrupt believers to have so many evil intentions.

In order to defend their position, they must strike hard and repel these presumptuous invaders.

He was still racking his brains over how to teach them a lesson when a figure emerged from the poisonous fog in the swamp.

It was Arno who returned.

Chapter 36 Shunfeng Rider reports!

Arno sat in the overly clean oak camp, looking up at the bright sunshine and the surrounding fog, his eyes dazed.

If he had not walked here step by step, he would have thought that this was not the depths of a swamp, but a tree garden carefully tended by a forest witch.

This scene was completely different from the dark nest he had imagined, with magma flowing all over the ground and filled with the pungent smell of sulfur.

Is this where the devil lives?

And the devil is a slime?

His thoughts were interrupted by the buzzing of two stinging bees, which fluttered down from the oak tree and came to him in cups woven from leaves, filled with clear dew.

Arno subconsciously took the leaf cup and said thank you.

Is it a hallucination, or is he dreaming...

Even the terrible stinging bees have become as well-behaved as fairies in fairy tales and know how to welcome guests.

Everything in the Oak Territory challenges his decades-long understanding of the world...it's really ridiculous.

But the rough feeling of the leaves on his palms, the uneven stone seat under his buttocks, and the fresh smell of the swamp... all reminded him that this was real.

Well, if a slime can become a demon, what else can he not accept?

On a simple stone table, several stinging bees were holding the moss monster and placing it on the thick leaves covering the table.

The bug seemed to be the devil's lunch prepared for him.

But this little moss-like thing is more like a test from the devil than a lunch, or some kind of ritual to extract the power of fear.

Or is it to satisfy bad taste?

His gaze fell on the distance, where the demon was examining the "sacrifice" he had brought, then shook the gel as if nodding with satisfaction, and was about to jump back.

In order to leave here safely, he must behave in a way that satisfies the devil.

Arno comforted himself in his heart that it was just swallowing a bug raw. When he was training as a knight in the mountains, he had even eaten rat meat when he was hungry.

He seemed to have made up his mind. He closed his eyes and put the moss worm into his mouth.

First, a strange and rough taste came from all directions of the mouth, and then the moss monster burst, and the rich juice flowed out to stimulate the taste buds and bring a swampy smell.

To be honest, this thing is not bad to eat. If it can be roasted, it should be able to be eaten as emergency food in the wild.

But this little gadget looks too bizarre, and it's hard for people to accept it psychologically.

Arno had to half vomit and half swallow before he could barely stuff a moss monster into his stomach.

Over there, Chen Yu just came back and saw Arno swallowing a moss monster alive.

I was suddenly surprised.

The humans in this world were braver than he thought, eating the moss monsters alive without even blinking an eye.

You know, at the beginning, he hesitated for a long time. He couldn't bear his hunger anymore, so he tried to swallow the moss monster into his stomach. From then on, he developed a recipe for slime.

The adventurers here deal with monsters every day, so maybe everyone here is a survival expert.

Eating a moss monster, which is crunchy and replenishes nutrition, is part of daily adventure.

He felt that his understanding of the adventurers in this world had increased a little bit.

"what about the taste?"

Chen Yu approached, and the curious voice echoed in Arno's mind.

Arno forced a smile at the sudden voice.

"Delicious."

"If it tastes good, eat more."

"..."

To be honest, Yanuo's palms suddenly felt itchy and he wanted to slap himself.