Slime Immortal.

Chapter 129 Mining Area Anomalies
The nights in the obsidian mines are so quiet that the only sound is the crackling of torches.

In other slave camps, the corrupted believers whom Kane had secretly contacted were now waiting anxiously.

They huddled in the cold shacks, enduring hunger, their eyes filled with a yearning for a faint, elusive hope.

"Could what Kane said be true?" a gaunt man asked his companion in a breathy voice.

His voice sounded weak because of hunger.

As one of the oldest slaves in this mining area, he has seen countless people go, but barring any unforeseen circumstances, he may not survive this year, or even this summer.

Perhaps it would have been better if he had just died... But Kane, their nominal first disciple of corruption, brought him hope and news of food.

But this also makes tonight even more agonizing.

"I don't know... Even if it's fake, what would we lose?"

His companion licked his cracked, bleeding lips, a sickly light gleaming in his eyes. "What if it's true?"

Recalling the cryptic message Kane had given them, they awkwardly and cautiously shifted their bodies as he had instructed, assuming a position in the shadows that supposedly allowed them to obtain food—facing the shack doorway, one hand pressed against their heart.

Then came the long and agonizing wait.

Time passed slowly, and the mine fell into complete silence, with only the occasional roars of monsters and the heavy breathing of their companions coming from afar.

The anticipated "miracle" did not appear immediately. The cold reality was like a bucket of cold water poured over their heads, gradually extinguishing the flame of hope that had just been ignited in their eyes.

Drowsiness and despair came together, and some people began to give up, their heads nodding as they almost sank into a hopeless sleep.

"Hey."

Suddenly, a believer nudged his companion very lightly, his voice trembling slightly with extreme tension, "Did...did you hear anything?"

The person who was woken up jolted awake, held their breath, and listened intently.

At first, there was complete silence.

But soon, a faint rustling sound, as if coming from outside the camp or moving around in the shack, drifted into their ears.

Not an illusion!

The two were instantly wide awake, their eyes wide open, staring intently at the pitch-black outside, their hearts pounding so hard they felt like they were going to burst out of their chests.

"It seems true."

Is it...is it over there?

Their voices were hushed and filled with disbelief and astonishment.

Just then, strange dark shadows appeared outside the shack, and several dark beetles carrying a heavy object walked over in a daze.

Upon seeing their strange posture, it crawled over without hesitation, carefully pushed out several bundles wrapped in clean leaves, along with two leather water bags, and gently placed them on the ground in front of them.

The beetle, having completed its task, left without lingering.

The two believers were left staring blankly at the incredibly real food and water at their feet, their nostrils filled with the aroma of burnt food. Shock and ecstasy overwhelmed them instantly.

They reached out with trembling hands to touch the warm package, confirming that this was not a hallucination before their death.

"By Morgul..."

One of them grabbed a piece of roasted tuber, stuffed it into his mouth and bit down hard. The scalding hot starch paste instantly filled his mouth, and he almost burst into tears.

“It’s true…it’s true, Kane didn’t lie to us.”

All remaining doubts were utterly shattered at this moment, replaced by an almost fanatical devotion.

God finally heard their prayers!

……

The next day, pale light once again seeped into the mine.

On the scaffolding in the mining area, Kane felt as if a huge rock was pressing down on his heart, filled with unease. He mechanically swung his pickaxe, but his eyes kept glancing at the figures in other mine tunnels in the distance.

He couldn't be sure if yesterday's message had been accurately delivered to the believers, nor could he be sure if the food had reached them.

Just as he was feeling uneasy, a believer who was also working in the distance, who seemed to have stumbled after being whipped by the overseer, took the opportunity to make a very subtle gesture to him.

and many more.

This means "received" or "thank you"!
It worked!
Kane felt a sudden sense of relief, and an indescribable feeling of exhilaration washed away the fatigue and anxiety of the past few days.

This force from the Eastern Swamp actually managed to deliver food to every corrupted believer, despite the goblins' heavy surveillance.

He seemed both mysterious and reliable; perhaps, as the goblins said, a mysterious and powerful necromancer truly controlled the Eastern Swamp. This gave him a newfound confidence in the impending rebellion.

However, this excitement did not last long.

He noticed that the goblin patrol in the mine seemed to be in a more hurried manner than usual today.

Squads of goblin warriors hurried over, their faces showing impatience and frustration, their weapons clanging together.

"What a ghost!"

A group of goblins ran past Kane, cursing and swearing. Their voices could be faintly heard: "How did a magical anomaly suddenly appear deep inside the fortress? The monitoring crystal is almost exploding from all the flashes."

"It also attracted all those pesky cave spiders and rock bats from the nearby caves, it's a complete mess."

"Shut up and get to the assembly point. Lord Hammerbone is furious and says he needs to find out what happened..."

Magic anomaly?
Kane was stunned, and his swing of the pickaxe was a beat slower.

This sudden turn of events left him unsure whether it was a good thing or a bad thing.

The appearance of magical anomalies is often accompanied by unpredictable dangers, such as the arrival of high-level monsters, or even the precursor to the loss of control of some large-scale spell...

It happened at this critical juncture, in the core area of ​​the Goblin Fortress, and it's unclear what impact it will have on the plan.

After a long and arduous day.

Kane dragged his shackles back to the anvil's shack and told him everything he had seen and worried about that day.

As Tiezhen listened, his thick eyebrows furrowed into a knot, and his hands unconsciously rubbed his knees, as if this could smooth out his inner unease.

A magical upheaval is no small matter.

Don't know what will happen.

After seeing off the somber-faced Kane, Anvil sat silently on the hay, his gaze involuntarily drifting to the rock wall that had given them hope.

Even someone as composed as him couldn't help but feel worried in the face of this sudden change, and he only hoped that the envoy from the Slime Kingdom could give him a reassuring answer.

Night fell as expected, and the reassuring rustling sound rang out again right on time.

This time, the wet nurse brothers brought not only food and water, but also several small containers carefully sealed with hollow, thin wooden stems, inside which swayed a bright green liquid, radiating an invigorating life energy.

"This is... a healing potion?" Iron Anvil's deep voice was filled with obvious surprise and excitement.

“That’s right, I made this myself,” the nanny brothers said proudly.

With "Life Drain," as long as the monster absorbs enough, secreting several bottles of life potion is not a problem.

The anvil carefully took the item, examined it closely in the dim light, and then, as if holding some fragile treasure, solemnly tucked it into the safest place in its bosom.

"Your Excellency, thank you so much."

After carefully hiding this unexpected and precious gift, he told the slime messenger about the "magic anomaly" that Kane had mentioned.

After listening, the wet nurse brother swayed his soft, bouncy body thoughtfully, conveying the message that he "understood," while trying to sound profound and enigmatic in his tone.

"Hmm... I understand. The king told you not to worry and to proceed according to the original plan."

"Also, we brought you something that might be helpful."

Two beetles emerged, huffing and puffing as they carried something out.

That thing was a common gray gravel crystal found in the mining area, but its surface was engraved with complex patterns that the anvil couldn't understand but felt very impressive.

As a dwarf, he had a natural and keen intuition about ores and energy. Although he couldn't understand the intricacies of this stuff at all, the strange aura it contained was undeniable.

He lowered his voice and asked, "Envoy, what is this?"

"It's good stuff!"

The nurse brothers puffed out their chests and succinctly summarized, "Yeah, it's like a magic crystal cannon, very effective against goblins."

"Oh, right, there are also some magic papers and gray gravel crystals that come with it. Just arrange them according to the diagram I gave you on the day of the magic tide. They can save your lives in critical moments."

The anvil took the blueprints from the beetle, looked at them, and found that it couldn't understand them at all.

Is this a cannon?
He had never seen a cannon of this style before.

"Okay! I understand."

Iron Anvil concealed his doubts and asked no further questions. He simply pounded his chest with his fist, a gesture a dwarf would make to show his commitment and trust.

(End of this chapter)