Slime Immortal.

Chapter 125 People are iron, rice is steel

There were still many eyes watching in the slave camp. In order not to be exposed, Kane suppressed the shock in his heart after listening to the content of the trial, and hurriedly dispersed all the believers, leaving only little John to take care of the anvil who needed rest.

Silence returned to the shack temporarily.

Little John looked at the still hideous scar on the anvil, his face full of self-blame.

"Uncle, it's all my fault. If it weren't for me..."

Anvil extended his broad, rough hand, gently patted the little boy's head, forced a smile, and said in a humming voice, "What nonsense! You are clearly my lucky star. If you weren't here, I might have really fallen asleep."

"Besides, we were the ones who let you out. You don't have to blame yourself."

He paused, his voice slowing down.

"You go back first. I'm a little tired and want to rest alone for a while."

"But your injury..."

"No buts. Be obedient and go back." Anvil's tone was gentle but unquestionable.

Little John hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded obediently and left the shack, looking back every few steps.

After confirming that the little boy had left, the fatigue on Anvil's face was instantly replaced by a complex sense of anticipation and caution.

He took a deep breath and recalled the words left by the soft voice before his consciousness faded away - "When no one is around, knock on the rock wall behind you three times, and I will answer you."

He did as he was told with a bit of awe and more uncertainty.

The knuckles knocked on the rough, cold rock, making three dull "knock, knock, knock" sounds. The sound echoed in the small shack and then fell into silence.

Tiezhen's heart was lifted up, and he felt a little uneasy.

He actually knew very well that the life-saving warmth and so-called "knowledge" were by no means a blessing from Morgul, the god of corruption.

That felt more practical, more like some unknown force within the dungeon had rescued him.

Moreover, this force is not only familiar with the secret knowledge of "Trial of Corruption", but can also sneak into the heavily guarded obsidian mines quietly... Its mystery and terror are far beyond imagination.

But does he have any other choice?
Given his broken body and desperate situation, no matter what happens next, even if he makes a deal with the devil and sells his soul, it won't be worse than being enslaved to death like livestock.

Just as Anvil's mind was filled with all kinds of chaotic thoughts, the shadow-shrouded rock wall in front of him, the darkness on it seemed... to come alive.

The shadow began to wriggle unnaturally like sticky ink, as if a messenger who controlled the shadow was about to step out from the eternal darkness and come to see this poor slave with orders or harsh conditions that could not be refused.

Anvil held his breath, his pupils slightly contracted, waiting for the verdict of fate.

Then he saw the wriggling darkness slowly condense and deform, eventually turning into two round, fat shadows.

Then, the shadow faded, revealing the jelly-like gel body underneath.

Slime?!
This dwarf warrior, who had experienced many hardships and witnessed the fall of his homeland and the death of his people, now had an ignorant expression on his face, like a dwarf cub who had just left the cradle.

He could never have imagined that the mysterious and terrifying "messenger of underground forces" who pulled him back from the hands of death were actually two groups of... slimes.

Or are they puppets under the spell of the wizard?
Anvil's Adam's apple rolled, and he tried to make his voice sound calm and respectful.

"Uh... Hello, two Slime Messengers?"

The nanny brother jumped straight up and landed in his open palm, his soft and elastic body swaying slightly.

Then, the soft voice he had heard when he was on the verge of death rang directly in his mind.

"Hello, dwarf, we are from the Slime Kingdom in the Eastern Swamp."

East Swamp? Slime... Kingdom?
Anvil was completely stunned. The huge amount of information impacted his inherent cognition, making him have the absurd illusion that the world was evolving rapidly without his knowledge, but only he was forgotten in this mine.

It’s hard to imagine how the word slime and kingdom are combined together.

"Ahem," Anvil coughed dryly, trying to regain his voice and make the conversation sound normal. "Two...envoys from the Slime Kingdom, thank you for saving me. But I believe your kingdom went to so much trouble for more than just saving a dwarf slave like me, right?"

The slime in the palm of his hand bounced slightly, as if expressing dissatisfaction, and at the same time a sense of "arrogance" was transmitted.

"Of course not! Our king doesn't like these noisy and dirty greenskins, and he doesn't like his mines being occupied by these lowly creatures!"

The corner of Anvil's mouth twitched slightly. He wanted to remind this "arrogant" messenger that this obsidian vein originally belonged to their Copperfire Dwarf clan.

But he swallowed the words back when they came to his lips... The clan had long been destroyed, and now he was the only one left.

The mine belongs to whomever wants it.

Except for those damn greenskins, of course!

As long as he can regain his freedom and overthrow the Goblin Army, he doesn't mind becoming a sharp blade for any force, even if the other party is a very unreliable-sounding...Slime Kingdom.

But the question is, this Slime Kingdom... can it really work?

He tried to imagine in his mind a group of slimes jumping and charging towards the goblin army... No matter how he imagined it, the ending seemed to be that the slimes were trampled into jelly paste by the goblins' big feet.

The slime in his palm seemed to sense his suspicion, puffing out its belly and conveying an even more arrogant emotion.

"Humph! The kingdom's greatness and power are beyond your imagination."

Anvil shook his head, dispelling those absurd images.

In any case, this is the only chance at hand.

He asked in a humming voice, his tone becoming serious.

"Please enlighten me, messenger, what...what should we do?" "It's very simple, haven't I already told you the method?"

"In four days, a demonic tide will hit the mining area. Taking advantage of the chaos, you can hold the Corruption Trial. Then, the kingdom's army will cooperate with you, and you can overthrow the rule of those greenskins."

"Demon Tide?"

Anvil's heart trembled, but he was more concerned about another issue.

"What if...what if the Goblin Army gets reinforcements?"

Slime's answer was clear and concise, even a little self-righteous: "Then run."

It is not realistic to completely occupy this mining area at this stage, and we will always face the threat of the legion.

It would be better to first train a slave agent army in the dungeon, and conduct guerrilla warfare to harass the goblins from time to time. This is definitely better than defending them to the death.

Anvil fell into deep thought.

Although the ideas of this slime messenger sound a bit... unconventional, upon closer inspection, they are extremely pragmatic and sophisticated, and are by no means blindly impulsive.

This made him raise his opinion of the "Slime Kingdom" a little bit.

After pondering for a moment, this tough dwarf who had experienced many hardships suddenly showed a hint of shyness on his face, which was extremely inconsistent with his temperament, and his voice became a little lower.

"Well, respected envoy, there is another very practical problem."

He scratched his head innocently and asked, "Excuse me...is there any food in your kingdom?"

"I'm hungry and exhausted. Let alone beating up those damn greenskins, I'm afraid Kane and the others won't even make it through the trial..."

Uh...that's indeed a problem.

Chen Yu, who was secretly watching, also realized this.

Plans and courage alone are useless without food.

But the landlord has no surplus food. The moss monsters in the territory are not enough for the stinging bees to eat, and he is still eagerly hoping to trade food with the tree spirit territory.

From this perspective, opening up a channel to the territory of the tree spirits and conducting trade is an urgent matter.

"No...it's just some food, wait for me."

The nanny brothers jumped to the ground, picked up the little fat boy and left.

The two groups of slimes finally returned to the Obsidian Outpost along the original route, and Chen Yu immediately took action.

He summoned a corps of monsters and patrolled the area around the cave in a hurry. He caught any unlucky earthworms he saw and worked for a long time, equipping all the beetles stationed at the outpost with the "accelerated excavation" function.

Before dark, he finally assembled an "elite" engineering team consisting of fifty beetles with "accelerated excavation" level 2, and all of them were deployed to dig a passage leading to the territory of the tree spirits.

Chen Yu himself also took part in the construction, using local materials and continuously practicing the "turning mud into stone" method, instantly shaping the excavated soil and rock fragments into regular rock bricks, and then mixing them with tough tree roots to quickly build a solid channel support structure.

The speed suddenly became much faster.

After a day and night of struggle, the earth at the end of the passage collapsed, revealing an empty secret room filled with poisonous fog.

Wuhu!

Finally dug through!

Although the final direction deviated slightly from the planned location, this poisonous fog chamber just happened to lead to the entrance to the dungeon in the territory of the tree spirits.

Moreover, the poisonous fog itself is a natural barrier that can prevent some strange creatures from breaking in.

To be on the safe side, he also set up a maze in the secret room and built a simple fortress.

After finishing all this, Chen Yu began to calculate his family assets.

Excluding the talismans consumed to maintain the daily operation of the monster army, he still had about fifteen talismans available in stock.

Each one was of great value, equivalent to a magic scroll, and the magic scroll was clearly priced at twenty gold coins in the Adventurer's Guild in the human town, which was enough for a family of three to live comfortably for more than a year.

In human towns, the price of a pack animal cart loaded with about 2000 pounds of rye is usually around gold coins. In winter, it may rise to gold coins or even higher.

In this swamp, food is a harder currency than gold coins, and the price has to be two or three times higher.

In other words, if you want to buy a cart of grain outside the White Horse Kingdom this year, you are expected to spend about 75 gold coins.

That's why the people of the kingdom are trying so hard to become adventurers and merchants, traveling around the continent. They can earn much more than being an honest farmer.

If you could by chance pick up a magic scroll in a dangerous place, it would be enough to live a carefree life for a long time.

That unlucky guy Arno gambled his entire fortune just to make a profit from the price difference of this grain.

If this guy had really succeeded, I probably wouldn't have met him, let alone cured the petrification disease.

However, the specific transaction price will depend on the results of negotiations with the Dryad Territory.

Chen Yu estimated that the tree spirit might not be very interested in simply trading food unless the price of the talisman he offered was attractive enough.

What's more... the "expert" in charge of this crucial negotiation is Arthur, an honest and even stubborn undead knight.

broken.

Why do I feel like I'm going to lose before we even start talking?

(End of this chapter)