Slime Immortal

“…Crack!”

The little crocodile lay on the ground, not daring to move its eyes, waiting for Chen Yu to cast a spell.

It felt that the king was performing some mysterious ritual.

Just like how it runs so fast for no apparent reason, that must be a gift from the king.

"coming soon."

Chen Yu demonstrated the contents of "Qianyuan Yunling Gong", trying to condense his own essence, energy and spirit into spiritual food, and then feed it to Xiao Ka.

He failed several times at the beginning, but after becoming proficient, he was able to transfer the pitiful amount of spiritual food into Xiao Ka's body.

Under the gel, Xiao Ka felt the warmth of Wang's touch, and then this warmth gradually seeped in, making his body warm.

So comfortable.

I want to sleep...

Seeing Xiao Ka's look of enjoyment, Chen Yu felt a little happy in his heart.

The first feeding was successful.

Anyway, I became a druid in another way.

However, animal taming is a long and arduous process, and you need to persist in doing so to see noticeable changes.

As a spirit monster swallows more spirit food, its bones, flesh, blood, and scales will naturally undergo transformation, or... it may awaken some innate magical powers such as controlling water and digging the ground.

The magical organs of the Zeyarila monster, the innate magical powers of the Xuxuantian monster... these two power systems collide and blend here.

He felt as if he had become a forbidden wizard conducting evil experiments, dancing wildly and committing suicide on the edge of two worlds.

However, the results of "Bondisco" are real, and the idea of ​​a monster army can be put on the agenda.

Chen Yu's eyes swept across the busy fortress and he quickly locked onto his target: four queen bees with good potential, five elite stinger bee guards, and five beetles with thick shells.

First, we should concentrate our resources on training these dozen elites, raise them for two or three days, and see the effect of the spiritual feeding.

If the level of "Qian Yuan Yun Ling Gong" is high enough, the spiritual energy interaction can even feed dozens of monsters at once, and the energy consumed will be less.

He estimated that the effect of the spiritual food fed by Lv.5 "Qianyuan Yunling Gong" could catch up with some spiritual medicines.

envious.

The current level of his skills is too low. Feeding these dozen "seed players" and the slimes in the nest in a day would almost drain all his accumulated energy.

It’s still a long way from the overwhelming horde of monsters.

but!

As long as these carefully selected monsters can complete their initial transformation, coupled with his hidden "Stone Stacking Talisman"...

A one-on-one fight might not be enough, but if a dozen of them work together to beat down one or two lone elite units, it would not be a dream.

More than a dozen pseudo elite units...tsk tsk tsk, just thinking about this scene makes Slime excited.

The slime mother and little slimes in his old slime family can also gradually increase their potential by feeding them spiritual food.

It doesn't matter how powerful the slime's transformation becomes. It's enough for it to survive safely in the swamp full of dangers and protect itself.

On Chen Yu's side, the construction of the swamp fortress and the training of the monster army are proceeding in an orderly manner.

And Arno is also ready to go to the gray area.

Chapter 78 Boss, We Are Surrounded

Outpost ruins camp, Wild Boar Tavern.

The rough wooden tables were crowded with all kinds of adventurers.

"This damn weather has finally turned cloudy. It's so stuffy that I can't breathe." A burly man with a fat face took a big gulp of turbid beer and complained in a rough voice.

The man next to him lowered his voice and said, "Have you heard? The news brought back by those scoundrels from Rusty Key the other day is that 'Miracle' Arno is no tough nut to crack. At best, he's just a knight's squire, relying on expensive magic scrolls to keep him together."

"Oh? Are you talking about that new guy in Iron Boots Town who's been making a lot of noise lately?"

Another middle-aged mercenary wearing half-worn leather armor and looking somewhat experienced raised his eyebrows.

"Those 'miracles' that come out of small places are mostly exaggerated. This time, they've hit a wall and provoked those vindictive guys from Rusty Key. I heard they fled to a big city to hide overnight, tail between their legs. Hahaha!"

His laughter was filled with undisguised contempt.

"Those rookies in Iron Boots Town who haven't seen the world know what a true adventurer is. They're just weaklings using their reputation to cheat people."

The tavern was filled with laughter and discussions, full of contempt for Arno and mockery of the adventurers from Ironboot Town.

It seems that by lowering the name of this "miracle", they can raise their own value.

at this time--

"crunch-"

The heavy tavern door was flung open, slamming against the rough stone wall with a harsh sound.

The noisy pub suddenly became quiet.

The light from the doorway outlined a tall and straight figure.

He was wearing old leather armor, with a plain long sword hanging at his waist. He looked dusty, but his face was calm. It was Arno.

Dozens of eyes instantly focused on him, filled with scrutiny, curiosity, and more importantly, undisguised inquiry.

Arno seemed not to feel the gazes and walked straight to the bar.

The heavy leather boots stepped on the wooden boards, making a dull "thump thump" sound, which was particularly clear in the unusually quiet tavern.

"A glass of ale."

Behind the bar, the burly bartender with a wild boar tattoo on his arm silently poured a glass of turbid liquid and pushed it over.

The brief silence was broken and whispers spread like a tide.

"Who is this person? So arrogant?"

"Never seen... a new guy?"

"Wait... look at that sword... and this figure..."

A guy sitting in the shadows in the corner narrowed his eyes and spoke with a hint of suppressed excitement and greed, "It's him, that 'Miracle' Arno, the one on the Rusty Key bounty list!"

"what?!"

"He actually dared to come here and come to the Wild Boar Tavern with such brazenness?!"

In an instant, several gazes that seemed to be real, full of greed and malice, like the tongues of poisonous snakes, were firmly locked on Arno's back.

The air seemed to freeze, filled with the invisible smell of gunpowder.

Arno picked up the wine glass but didn't drink it immediately.

He turned around and faced the entire tavern, his eyes calmly sweeping over faces that were either shocked, greedy, or sarcastic.

Then he raised the glass in his hand.

"Everyone." His voice was clearly heard throughout the tavern. "I am 'Miracle' Arno."

“We are about to head to the Graymist Lake Dungeon to explore the treasure left behind by a ‘legendary adventurer’.”

"Leave a message here recruiting team members. Those who are brave and not afraid of death, come to the entrance of the Gray Mist Lake Dungeon and find me."

He put down his glass and turned his gaze to the bartender behind the bar, his voice still steady: "The drinks they drink tonight are mine."

A brief moment of dead silence.

immediately--

"Hahaha! Great! The Arno brothers are generous!"

"Legendary treasure? Graymist Lake Dungeon? Interesting! Count me in!"

"Great! Another drink!"

The pub erupted in a deafening roar of heckling, whistles, and hypocritical flattery.

The adventurers' faces were filled with smiles, but the gleam in their eyes was even more greedy.

Legendary treasure?

They have heard too much of this kind of illusory bait.

This "miracle" Arno in front of us, this fat sheep with a lot of money but mediocre strength... this is the "treasure" that can be seen and touched.

As for recruiting team members?

In their view, this fat sheep was just looking for a burial object for itself.

Arno also had a faint smile on his face, as if he was enjoying the atmosphere of being the center of attention.

Only he himself knew that the palms of his hands holding the wine glass were full of cold sweat, and the clothes on his back were tightly stuck to his skin.

"Boss, doing this... won't it attract too much hatred?"

He felt like a sheep surrounded by wolves...

It can be swallowed up at any time.

On the inside of his chest armor, a round ball of slime blinked.

"Don't worry, I'm watching."

Chen Yu has already investigated. There are not many adventurers in this place, let alone legendary figures, or even formal professionals.

Only a team of adventurers composed of formal professionals is strong enough to dare to hunt silver-level monsters.

Chen Yu's voice was like a stream of clear spring water injected into Arno's anxious heart, and his tense nerves relaxed a lot in an instant.

Yes, the boss is right here.

As long as the boss is around, these greedy eyes, these hidden threats... don't seem so scary anymore.

"By the way, remember to pack me a bottle of beer and a few special desserts so I can try what they taste like."

"Huh? Oh okay."

He almost forgot that his boss was a devil who only liked sweets.