Slime Immortal

This time, Arno's sword tip accurately passed through the gap in the block and pierced the ranger's chest.

"Ahhh!" The ranger screamed and fell to the ground.

The warm blood splashed on Arno's face, awakening his long-dormant knight instinct.

It was a kind of coldness and concentration honed in life-and-death struggles. He suddenly drew back his sword and turned to face his violent opponent.

The orc roared and activated his orc blood. His skin turned red, his muscles swelled, his attack became more frantic, and his heavy battle axe fell like a storm.

Arno gritted his teeth, his strength rapidly draining away.

He no longer fought head-on, but instead used the defensive advantage brought by petrification to dodge and move among the axe shadows, looking for the opponent's flaws revealed by his rage.

Every block and dodge consumed his precious energy.

at last!

After withstanding a powerful diagonal blow from the orc, he saw that his opponent's middle was wide open due to the full force of the blow.

The opportunity is here.

Arno used up his last bit of strength and thrust his sword out with all his might!

"Pfft!"

The longsword pierced the orc's throat, which was opened by the roar.

The orc's roar stopped abruptly, his huge body stiffened for a moment, and then he fell to the ground with a bang, blood gushing out.

Arno was breathing heavily, sweat mixed with blood dripping down his forehead. He felt all the muscles in his body were sore and trembling, and his lungs were burning.

This orc has too much brute force.

He was almost fainting.

The petrified defense kept him alive, but the toll of the battle was real.

Only the thief was left. After witnessing this brutal and bizarre battle, he was already scared out of his wits. How could he dare to stay? He turned around and ran desperately into the depths of the jungle, running so fast that only a shadow was left behind.

Arno was breathing heavily, looking at the thief's back as he was about to disappear behind the bushes, and a strong sense of powerlessness surged in his heart.

He had trouble even standing upright, let alone chasing after him.

It looked like he was about to escape...

At this moment——

"Boo! Hah! Hah!"

Three sharp gray-white rays of light shot out from the inside of his breastplate like lightning.

The stone sword caught up with the fleeing thief with incredible precision, instantly piercing his legs and throat.

"Pfft!"

Arno looked at the fallen figure with embarrassment on his face.

"In the end, I still have to ask you to help."

Chen Yu didn't care, but nodded with satisfaction.

"It seems that this Stoneborn bloodline really has something."

The three lying on the ground are all veteran adventurers.

In the past, Arno would have run away if he met this guy, and there was no way he could win.

"Let's see if they have anything valuable on them."

Arno searched for a long time but only found a few gold coins.

"Another poor fellow."

Chen Yu sounded disappointed.

These desperate criminals who live on the edge of a knife lead a precarious life and have no habit of saving money. As soon as they have money, they spend it all in the tavern. They are considered rich if they have a few gold coins left.

"Boss, what should we do with these bodies?"

"Throw it into the water to feed the fish."

These corpses don't even have magical organs, and the remaining equipment can't be taken away, so it's better to feed them to the mermaids.

It would be bad to scare away those thieves with rusty keys.

"Got it."

The three bodies "plunged" into the water, leaving only bloodstains on the ground.

After it was covered with sand, it was as if the battle had never taken place.

Arno had been away for a long time when several figures quietly approached.

"Do you smell blood?"

"The smell of blood? Ha! They say you have a dog's nose, you can even smell this."

Under this gray foggy lake are piranhas that eat people without leaving any bones. There is a smell of blood wafting from the lake all year round. It is very normal to have the smell of blood.

Only after a heavy rain does the lake water taste a little "fresher".

Compared to this, they care more about the huge bounty that is generous enough to allow them to escape from their current life, cleanse themselves and return to the kingdom to live a prosperous life.

A full fifty gold coins!

Isn't this the kind of quick money these desperate criminals make?

Afraid of death? Worried about risks?

Hahaha, that's something those wimps in Iron Boots Town should consider.

Greed has completely overcome the rationality of these adventurers, and they don't want to be slow and let others take the bounty.

"That guy is probably injured, chase him quickly."

"You can chase me, but don't call me a dog nose."

"Dog nose."

"..."

Chapter 80: All locked up in a small dark room

An outpost on the edge of the swamp forest.

Compared to the storm and clamor brewing in the Gray Mist Lake dungeon, it is much quieter here.

The bright sunshine poured down, penetrating the sparse treetops and casting mottled, swaying spots of light on the soft, moist black soil.

"Bang Bang Bang..."

A ball of slime squatted limply on the edge of the unfinished low wall, waving oak branches carefully, like a hardworking little craftsman, building the last wall of the outpost.

Next to the outpost is a newly cultivated flower bed, planted with daisies, wild lily of the valley, a few clusters of unknown purple star-shaped flowers, and butterflies and bees attracted by the fragrance of the flowers.

The flower bed is not big, but it is full of vitality, like a freshly washed colorful velvet carpet on the edge of the dark green forest.

At this time, Arthur was kneeling on one knee beside the flower bed, carefully planting a light blue flower, and then watering and fertilizing it.

The movements were clumsy but extremely serious, as if they were performing a pious ritual.

After doing all this, he slowly stood up and looked at the colorful world bathed in the sun. It took him a long time to come back to his senses. A warm current seemed to be rising quietly from the place where his heart had stopped beating long ago.

Serenity... contentment...

These words, which belong to the living, were now so clearly imprinted in his perception.

Perhaps... Your Majesty is right.

Protecting this vitality and witnessing life sprout and bloom in the soil, farming itself is also a test.

At this moment, the noise of weapons clashing came from outside the swamp forest, interrupting his thoughts.

Arthur turned to look at the earth slime on the wall, which was still diligently building an outpost with a "bang bang bang" sound, and asked in his serious tone:

"Your Majesty, there seems to be a fight outside."

The little slime stopped what he was doing, thought for a moment, and then jumped into his arms.

"fight?"

"Oh, it's nothing. It's probably the adventurers over at Graymist Lake having a party."

"You know, those guys are busy all year round, so it's normal for them to make some noise."

Arthur: "..."

He tried to understand the connection between "party" and the roar of weapons he had just heard.

In the end, he chose to absolutely trust His Majesty's unfathomable wisdom.

"Understood, Your Majesty." He nodded solemnly, his gaze returning to his flower garden, focusing on the trial of farming.

Chen Yu shook his body with satisfaction.

What a worry-free employee.

And the flowers are grown really well. I'll ask Earl Bran to learn from him and stop thinking about his spirit stones all day long.

As for the dungeon, his "gift" for the Rusty Key Thief was almost ready.

……

Underground city.

In the damp and dim underground passage, two figures walked close to the cold stone wall, like geckos blending into the shadows.

A thief with a scar on his face lowered his voice.

"Hey, Jimmy, that 'Miracle' Arno guy is deliberately provoking the guild and luring us in. He might have set a trap long ago."

"The president has already informed us in advance that we are forbidden from entering the dungeon."

"If we go in, will it be..."

The thief he called "Jimmy" shook his head.