Slime Immortal

"It seems so."

But why didn't he remember that there was a species of split slime in the swamp forest? Most of them were ordinary slime slimes.

"What are you doing here?"

Arno hurriedly told him about the expedition and expressed his concerns at the end.

"I have a feeling those corrupted lizardmen won't be very quiet... Tomorrow's expedition might not go smoothly."

"Yeah... I'll watch."

"You will take my split body back later. I will check the signal."

"Signal? Oh."

The boss is saying some weird devilish code words again.

After an acupuncture treatment in the castle, Arno, feeling relieved, went back with his palm-sized boss in his arms.

He still didn't know what the slime in his arms meant.

Maybe it can save his life at a critical moment.

While Chen Yu watched Arno leave, he also shared the view of the little slime in Arno's arms.

Lv.1's fission and proliferation is still very weak. Consuming 10% of his gel can only split out an individual with 5% of his attributes and one other talent, and it will occupy his body load at all times.

But the magic of this talent lies not in how powerful the split individuals are, but in the various wonderful uses that can be extended from it.

For example, it can be used as an automatic translator, so you can communicate smoothly without having to touch others.

For example, you can let the split individual carry his innate life absorption, and use it as a blood pack to save lives when necessary.

The loss of a split individual is nothing to him. He can quickly replenish the lost gel by absorbing life energy.

More importantly, the split individual is like a camera connected to him, allowing him to see the outside world while squatting in the castle.

Unfortunately, this connection is limited by distance.

As Arno left the swamp forest and went out of the river bank, the little slime's vision became increasingly blurred and laggy until it could no longer be seen at all.

The distance was further than he had imagined, but still far from the adventurer town on the other side.

“We have to continue upgrading.”

……

At night, in the tent of the Scaled Claw tribe.

The flickering bonfire cast dancing shadows on the thick tarpaulin. Three or four lizardmen were right beside it, their faces invisible behind the shadows.

"Priest, tomorrow, those traitors and greedy humans will come to fight."

"Are we really not retreating?"

In the center of their crowd, a figure was squatting on a thick straw mat. It was Zuluk, the old priest of the Scale Claw Tribe, and the culprit who killed Sergash's father.

The old priest's loose eyelids drooped, and the dull scales on his body were weathered. Facing the impatient questions of these lizardmen, he just slowly raised his cloudy eyes.

"Dam, you are not devout enough to Morgul's power."

"I……"

The old priest Zuluk's face was dim in the firelight. "We Scaleclaws are not alone."

"The Rot Moss Tribe, Segash, Semeya, humans... hehe, they're all just food."

Several lizardmen were stunned and immediately understood what the old priest meant.

"ally?"

Chapter 49: Damn It

A new day begins.

The rising sun painted its soft golden light on the reedy river surface, dispelling the last trace of the night's chill. The closer it got to the day of heavy rain, the more peaceful and tranquil the river bank became.

For the old beaver "Kenken", this is the busiest period before the rainstorm comes.

It has to hurry to reinforce its precious river dam to prevent it from being washed away by floods when heavy rain comes.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

The crisp and rhythmic sound of gnawing echoed on the quiet river bank, while the busy sound of horse hooves gradually became louder.

"Boom boom boom..."

A dull, continuous vibration came along the wet river bank, followed by the distinct sound of wheels rolling and the snorting of horses.

The people who came were equally busy humans and demihumans.

Since the ice and snow melted in spring, this road has become more and more "lively".

In the past, it might take several days for a small group of adventurers to pass by.

Now from morning till night, the sound of wheels, footsteps, and chattering almost never stops.

Time and again, like salmon in rutting, it never ends.

"Ken Ken" stared at the direction where the carriage disappeared, his small chest heaving as he made a grunting sound of dissatisfaction.

Humph, these noisy sounds must be the test given to it by the precious dam.

It won't care.

"Kenken" lowered its head, and the "click" sound echoed on the river bank again.

……

South of the Death Swamp.

Withered dead trees grew sporadically along the roadside. Without leaves to block the view, the drifting mist was only a thin layer. Adventurers arriving here could barely see the stinking swamp bubbling with poisonous bubbles fifty meters away.

The other side of the river bank was full of weeds and reeds. Arno's group of adventurers temporarily camped beside the swamp road. Several white tents could be seen inside, and adventurers were coming in and out.

"Captain, good morning."

"Good morning, William."

Arno smiled and waved to the passing adventurers, appearing humble and calm, with a bit of aristocratic demeanor.

This group of adventurers was formed out of profit. Strictly speaking, it cannot be called a "group". It is actually a loose organization composed of several adventure teams.

The so-called title of captain is just a title. The only adventure team he can command is his own.

Most of these adventurers are idlers in the kingdom or rough men who live on the edge of a knife. They are used to being lazy. When compared with the disciplined knights of the border guard legion, they are definitely no match. It is a big deal that they can accept him as their leader.

Even the taskers of the Adventurer's Guild had to sigh at the charm of "Miracle" Arno.

Of course, Arno knew very well that the so-called "miracle" was not a miracle, and the real miracle was the person behind him.

Arno opened the tent curtain, and in the tent where no one could see him, he took off all his aristocratic temperament and carefully took out a ball of slime from his arms.

He whispered, "Boss, is the signal good?"

"Almost. I'm... on my way."

Arno breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead.

"That's good."

"According to intelligence, the gnolls are still hiding in their tribe and don't seem to be planning on helping the lizardmen of the Scaleclaw Tribe."

"The lizardmen of the Rotten Moss Tribe have already gone to explore the location of those corrupted lizardmen. They should be able to..."

Before he could finish his words, he heard a loud noise outside the tent.

After putting away the slime and pushing open the door curtain, I saw that it was the lizardman from the Rotten Moss Tribe who had returned.

But what is worrying is that most of these lizardmen have anxious and ugly expressions, as if something unexpected has happened.

The adventurers gathered in a group, shouting loudly, making it difficult to see what was happening.

"Give way."

The magical thing is that once Arno passes by, the adventurers will automatically separate and make way.

Only then was he able to see clearly in front of him - a lizard man was lying there dying, his thigh seemed to have been hit by a trap, and blood was gushing out of the blood hole.

The area was filled with angry lizardmen, including the Sargash sisters, who looked unhappy.

After learning about it, Arno realized that these corrupted lizardmen had set traps in advance after knowing they were coming, and hid deeper into the swamp, which was close to the swamp forest.

He suddenly became alert and reported to the little slime with his mind.

"Boss, it's bad! Those corrupted lizardmen are wandering around the edge of the swamp forest."

"We will go over and surround them now."

Arno came to his senses and saw that the adventurers and the tribal lizardmen were still arguing.

The content of their argument was also simple.

These adventurers did not want to take such a big risk and chase deep into the swamp, and proposed to come back in a few days.

But the Lizardmen of the Rot Moss Tribe could not wait that long and scolded the adventurers for not keeping their promise.

The two started arguing.

Arno shook his head slightly. Facing this group of lazy guys, even the commander of the border defense corps would have the same headache as him.

But as the boss's "rider" and a qualified devil's favored one, it is necessary to learn how to make inspiring speeches.

He was not a very good speaker, but he had anticipated this and had memorized the script in private.

He extended his hand to stop the noisy adventurers, and as everyone watched, the noise gradually died down.

Arno immediately got into the role and showed a calm and confident smile.

"Brothers, have you forgotten who else is here?" His voice suddenly rose and echoed in the camp.

An adventurer whispered hesitantly: "'Miracle' Arno..."

"That's right!"

Arno took a sudden step forward, his eyes sweeping across every hesitant face.