Slime Immortal.

Chapter 123 Contact with Slaves
Obsidian mining area.

In a dark corner near the slave camp, without any torch lighting, a rock embedded in the corner of the wall suddenly shook and moved away, revealing a dark passage.

"Yeah..."

A ball of green slime struggled to squeeze its head out, and then with a "pop", it popped out of the hole, rolling several times on the rough ground until it hit the wooden fence of the camp and stopped.

At the entrance of the cave, the little fat boy also poked out his gel head, but it was much fatter than his nanny brothers. His round butt twisted and struggled in vain in the cave, but he just couldn't get out, so he looked at his nanny brothers with pitiful eyes.

"Brother, help me."

The nanny brother shook his head, which was a little dizzy from the collision, and jumped over with a "pa ji pa ji" sound, stuck to its body and pulled it out. At the same time, the two beetles in the cave were desperately pushing the little fat boy's butt.

"One, two, three... pull!"

The nanny brother leaned his whole body backward and used all his strength to drag himself backward.

“One, two…!”

"Y-Yah!"

The forces of the three parties suddenly erupted.

The little fat boy flew up from the ground with a whoosh like a cannonball, drew an arc in the air, flew over the low wooden fence, and with a puff, fell squarely in the center of the slave camp.

"Um?!"

It’s over.

The nanny brothers were so frightened by the noise that their whole bodies froze, and they stuck to the fence, not daring to move.

The two beetles in the cave were also dumbfounded. They looked at each other, as if in a silent debate: "Just now... who used too much force?"

The nanny brothers hurriedly and quietly approached the wooden fence and nervously peeked inside through the gaps in the wooden boards.

Fortunately, the little fat boy reacted quickly. After landing, he immediately created an illusion and disguised himself as a stone, so as not to attract the attention of the slaves.

Just when the nanny brothers were about to breathe a sigh of relief, the silence of the camp was suddenly broken, and the ragged slaves who had been huddled under the dilapidated shack began to stir.

A glint of fear appeared in their cloudy and numb eyes, and all their gazes were directed towards the camp entrance.

Following these lines of sight, I saw three figures striding into the slave camp.

Leading the group was a goblin overseer wielding a whip. His ugly triangular face wore a cruel grin, revealing jagged yellow teeth.

Behind it followed two taller and more ferocious goblin warriors, wearing rough but sturdy iron armor and one-handed hammers hanging around their waists, the copper nails on which were still stained with indelible blood.

They let out shrill, piercing laughs and scanned the camp with malicious eyes, seemingly picking out the unlucky ones.

The goblin overseer swaggered to the center of the camp, glanced at the "stone" on the ground that was in the way, and kicked it away without caring.

The Goblin Overseer rubbed the sole of his boot on a nearby wooden stake in disgust at the strange feeling and spat, "Bah! This damn place, even the stones are sticky. It's disgusting."

It cleared its throat, and the sharp sound was like the sound of a rusty saw, instantly drowning out the suppressed gasps in the camp.

"Listen here, you filthy maggots! Don't think you can hide from the great Goblin."

"Who was it last night? Who dared to sneak out of the camp?! Stand out!"

Dead silence.

Then, there was a violent commotion.

Ragged humans, sturdy but dusty dwarves, skinny gnomes... all the slaves raised their heads in horror and looked at each other. In their cloudy eyes, besides fear, there was also a trace of uncontrollable anger.

They were implicated.

In the abyss of the obsidian mines, the goblins established a blood rule - if one person escapes, everyone will be punished.

As long as they were implicated, they would be whipped, their already meager food would be withheld, or even thrown into the deepest and most dangerous mines... Every "collective punishment" meant one step closer to death.

The two goblin warriors grinned, revealing their yellow and black fangs, and weighed the heavy one-handed hammers in their hands. The dark red blood spots on the copper nails were particularly glaring in the dim light.

The hammer heads collided with each other, making a dull and threatening "bang" sound.

The goblin overseer looked at the fear on the slaves' faces with satisfaction and grinned, "Master Uru, I'm in a good mood today. If you are willing to identify the traitor, not only will you not be punished, you will also receive a whole loaf of black bread."

"Tell me, who is it?"

The three words "black bread" were like a curse, causing the suppressed commotion in the camp to erupt again.

The slaves' eyes flashed with hungry green light, and their gazes became wandering, filled with suspicion and greed, scraping across their former companions like knives.

A skinny human slave's eyes flickered violently, and his throat moved as if he was about to speak.

"it's me!"

A hoarse voice sounded, drowning out all the whispers.

The crowd parted, and a dwarf with bronze skin and a gnarled beard stood out.

He was not tall, but he was as steady as a weathered rock, and there was no fear in his eyes.

His name was Anvil, a name that once accompanied him as he forged glory beside the fire and hammer, but now it has become a humble number in the mine.

"Humph, the short guy is really tough!"

The Goblin Overseer narrowed his triangular eyes, grinned, and waved his hand, "Drag him over here!"

Two goblin warriors immediately pounced on Anvil like hungry wolves, roughly twisted his thick arms, and dragged him in front of the overseer.

Anvil didn't struggle, but just gritted his teeth, his bronze face tense.

"Snapped!"

Without a word, the whip tore through the air and lashed hard across the anvil's broad back. The rough linen cloth ripped open instantly, revealing a gruesome gash where flesh tore open. "Ugh!"

Tiezhen's body trembled violently, and he let out a muffled groan. Veins popped out on his forehead and beads of sweat rolled down his face, but he gritted his teeth tightly and refused to say a word.

"Tough? I wonder how long you can be tough!"

The overseer was enraged by his silence, his triangular face twisted, and the whip in his hand turned into a shadow.

“Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap—!”

The whip was like a poisonous snake, biting the dwarf's tough body madly, and every time it fell, it brought up a cloud of blood mist and torn cloth.

Anvil's body trembled violently under the whip, and his back, shoulders, and arms soon became a bloody mess. Blood soaked through his torn clothes and dripped onto the muddy ground.

He still didn't scream, only an uncontrollable growl came from the depths of his throat.

The slaves around watched in horror, some turned their heads away, unable to bear to watch any longer, while others had complicated expressions, the greed in their eyes was instantly extinguished by the cruelty before their eyes, leaving only fear and the desolate grief of the rabbit's death and the fox's grief.

I don't know how many times he was whipped until Anvil's body went limp and he no longer had the strength to stand. He only managed to stay upright thanks to the two goblin warriors holding him up.

The overseer then stopped panting, shook off the blood on the whip, and kicked the almost unconscious anvil to the ground with disgust.

"Bah! Useless trash!"

It spat on the ground, and its triangular eyes swept over the silent group of slaves, then randomly pointed at a few human slaves.

"You! And you! Come here!"

The screams sounded again.

The overseer mercilessly whipped the unfortunate guys until they rolled on the ground and fainted from the pain.

It stamped its boot on the face of an unconscious slave.

"Watch this carefully! If I catch anyone sneaking out again, it won't just be a whipping. I'll nail your hands and feet to the rocks and let the poisonous rock scorpions slowly gnaw away your flesh! Do you understand?"

Faced with this naked threat, all the slaves lowered their heads deeply and no one dared to make a sound.

The goblin overseer looked at this silent "surrender" with satisfaction, and left the camp with the warriors, uttering a shrill laugh.

It wasn't until the laughter completely disappeared deep into the mine that the camp came alive again.

The slaves, numb from having survived a disaster, dragged their unconscious companions back to the shack.

"It's all his fault! If he hadn't wanted to run away..."

"It makes everyone starve..."

"Forget it."

Low murmurs of curses spread among the crowd.

Complaining is one of the few ways they can vent their emotions.

In a hidden corner of the shack, several ragged human slaves took advantage of the chaos and quickly carried the unconscious Anvil back.

One of the little boys had tears in his eyes at this moment. He tightly grasped the cold hand of the anvil, and blamed himself in a choked voice.

"It's all my fault... It's all my fault that I was accidentally seen and hurt Brother Anvil..."

"Hush! Little John, be quiet!"

A man with a hideous scar on his face immediately covered the little boy's mouth.

The man's name is Kane, and he is the leader of this group of slaves.

His sharp eyes swept outside the shack. "They are staring at us."

Little John followed Kane's gaze and saw that the eyes of the slaves outside were full of resentment and hostility, as if they were the culprits.

Kane and his companions felt a sense of sadness rising from the bottom of their hearts.

Even though they were all reduced to slaves, in this dark mine, people were still full of suspicion and resentment towards each other and could not truly unite.

They quickly checked the anvil's injuries and their hearts sank to the bottom.

The whip marks were so deep that the bones were visible. He had lost too much blood. Coupled with the harsh environment and scarce food in the mine, even with the dwarf's strong physique, in such a weak state, there was probably little hope.

"Brother Anvil..."

A companion said in a hoarse voice, filled with despair, "He might... not make it."

A heavy atmosphere enveloped this small corner, and despair was like a cold stone, making it hard to breathe.

Soon the slave camp returned to peace, and the slaves returned to their huts and waited around, leaving only Little John to take care of the anvil, and they left behind a few pieces of food.

After an unknown amount of time, the little fat boy, hidden in the dark shadows of the camp, moved.

snort!
Its gel body swelled angrily, remembering the kick the goblin overseer had just given it.

I, a little old man, will remember this grudge!
After muttering for a while, its gaze fell on the seriously injured dwarf.

Chen Yu looked through its line of sight. If he was not mistaken, the group of human slaves who had just taken care of the dwarves were the corrupted believers he had seen when he explored the mining area last time.

The slaves in the mining area come from different races and different places, and their beliefs are numerous and diverse. It is normal to find a few corrupt believers among them.

Suddenly, he had an idea.

A way to reach the corrupted believer and complete his evil plans.

When the camp fell into a completely exhausted silence, Little Fatty and the nanny brothers reunited. Under Chen Yu's command, they quietly avoided scattered debris and sleeping slaves, and slowly moved towards the location of the seriously injured dwarf.

(End of this chapter)