Slime Immortal.

Chapter 137 The Legion's Operation

Making a plan is easy, but executing it is much more difficult.

Training "slime agronomists" is easy enough; he hasn't yet encountered any plant-related talents, so he can just have Arno bring a few agricultural books for the little ones to look at.

Those who are interested will naturally continue to study, and then obtain the title of scholar, becoming a true agronomist.

Moreover, the knowledge of cultivating spiritual herbs in the cultivation world is not difficult to obtain, and he could almost see the spiritual herbs cultivated by Zearella beckoning to him.

Training "Slime Engineers" is not difficult; they can be trained simply by equipping them with "Land Softening" and "Land Hardening" technologies.

The only concern is whether these little guys might have some overly "unique" aesthetic sense, expanding the future fortress into bizarre shapes and distorting the architectural style of the entire territory.

Hmm... So before entrusting them with the construction of our territory, we should at least teach them how to draw architectural blueprints and work with mud.

"Slime Gunner" is similar.

We can't let the mischievous little guy sneak in, otherwise he'll be wielding a cannon and firing wildly, which would be terrible if he accidentally blows up our own people.

From this perspective, metal slimes living in dungeons seem to fit the criteria.

Metal Slime has a different personality from other slimes; it is more composed and more resilient.

She's simply the chosen one.

Needless to say, the "Slime Mage" was already part of his training program.

However, what troubles Chen Yu is that the shortage of territory talismans seems difficult to solve at present.

The reason is that he's the only one here who knows how to draw talismans.

He needed to keep up with the cannon mass production plan, so there wouldn't be any more slime drawings of magic leaves.

Without the magic leaves, we can't trade food, and in just a few days, those moss monsters will have emptied the granary.

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Sigh... As expected, there are still too few talents.

As he was fretting over this, Xiao Hua, who was curiously staring at the project proposal, suddenly seemed to understand something and skipped away.

When she returned, she had four magic paper talismans drawn on her stomach.

It carefully spat out the talisman and placed it in front of Chen Yu, then looked at him expectantly with bright eyes, as if waiting for praise.

"A talisman?" Chen Yu looked at the crooked seal script on it and suddenly shook his head in surprise.

"Xiaohua, did you draw this?"

The little flower bounced up and down vigorously, conveying its affirmation: "Yes! I drew it!"

Chen Yu's eyes lit up, and he patted its head with the gel-like hand. "Great job! How did you do that?"

Little Flower squinted her eyes comfortably, seemingly enjoying her brother's head pat.

"It's simple, the little flower is clumsy and can't draw well... just print it on."

"Print it on?"

To answer his question, Little Flower skipped over and fetched the magic paper and ink, gulping down several mouthfuls of ink.

Then it closed its eyes tightly, and the soft gel all over its body trembled. The ink began to flow inside its body, and soon the outline of seal script could be seen.

As the patterns inside gradually became clearer, the little flower "snap" and stuck its round body onto the magic paper.

Although the printing was unsuccessful, seal script could indeed be seen on the magic paper.

Is this how it was solved?
Chen Yu felt as if a new door had opened for him.

Slimes are weak monsters, but they also have infinite possibilities.

This place is perfect for cultivating immortality.

Compared to drawing symbols with a pen, this printing method is more suitable for slime, at least it's easier to learn.

Chen Yu praised Xiao Hua generously, and the little one was overjoyed. She immediately skipped away, eager to teach this "seal-printing method" to the other children learning talismans in the tree hall.

With these clever little guys helping to share the production pressure, Chen Yu's burden was greatly reduced, and he could finally concentrate on drawing magic array talismans.

Currently, there are only three Goblin Rippers in the territory: one in the fortress and the other two in the mining area.

It's not enough.

My fear of insufficient firepower is acting up again...

Chen Yu went back to the treehouse to draw talismans.

Looking out of the treehouse window, you can see Arthur's tall figure walking along the path back to his outpost on the edge of the swamp.

While fulfilling his duty of defending the border, he would also take the opportunity to tend to his carefully tended little flower garden.

Meanwhile, Count Bran was standing on his shoulder, chattering away.

"Servant, tell me honestly, did you betray this Earl during the days you went to the old antique's territory?"

Arthur shook his head blankly, "No...no, but Lord Viola asked me to give you a blessed feather, it's right here..."

"No, no, no, don't take it out!"

Count Bran screamed as if his tail had been stepped on, “This must be a curse that old relic has cast on me.”

"Oh, okay." Arthur put the feather back in.

"Count, my flowers..."

Earl Bran smugly flapped his wings, "With me around, everyone's doing just fine."

"Alright, stop dawdling and hurry up. This Earl still needs to go to the lake to collect some stones to replenish the national treasury."

“Okay…” Arthur responded in a low voice, and with heavy steps, carrying the chattering crows, his figure gradually disappeared at the end of the tree-lined path.

Outside the fortress, Peggy was gnawing on a big tree, letting out a whimper as if bidding farewell to Earl Bran, then looking down at Little Ka, who was lazily sunbathing nearby, calling him "Big Brother."

The foodie hesitated for a moment, then nudged the oak tree in front of it, as if to say, "Big brother, eat first."

The tree crashed down in front of it with a loud thud, startling Little Ka. It flicked its tail and darted far away, hiding behind a rock, watching Peggy and the oak tree warily.

Only Peiqi remained, looking completely bewildered. Her enormous head tilted to one side, and she whimpered in confusion.

It seems to be saying that this stuff is so delicious, why don't you eat it?

Looking at the "peaceful and serene" territory, Chen Yu was in a good mood. He started drawing talismans and soon succeeded in drawing two.

However, the peace was short-lived, as it was soon broken by the hurried sounds of carriages galloping and familiar shouts from outside—Arno had returned.

"Boss, open the door! There's urgent news!"

Urgent message?
How urgent could it be?
Chen Yu put down his pen, slid down the slime slide, and bounced into the tree hall.

Arno had just tied the carriage to the side of the mushroom farm when he rushed over, looking very anxious. "Boss, something terrible has happened!"

He hurriedly said, "Before I came here, I passed by the Adventurers' Guild and heard rumors circulating that there was a mysterious monster force in the Eastern Swamp."

"We've been exposed!"

"How could we have been exposed all of a sudden?" Chen Yu asked, releasing a small clump of slime onto his hand.

Arno also shook his head, "I'm not too sure about the specifics, but it seems to have come from the ruins of the outpost. The mercenaries are spreading the word that there is a lost treasure in the swamp."

Chen Yu thought about it and realized that he hadn't offended anyone recently.

If we have to categorize it, does occupying the goblin army's mining area count?

Could it be that the goblins deliberately spread it?
My goodness.

This goblin is quite clever; he even uses others to do his dirty work.

Of course, there is also a very small possibility that it came from the territory of the tree spirits.

"Boss, what should we do now?" Arno asked.

Chen Yu felt an itch in his head, as if countless tiny bubbles of worries were bubbling up.

If it really is a goblin army, they are colluding with the human adventurers at the outpost ruins, and if they want, they could even put him on the Adventurers' Guild's bounty list without any problem.

Moreover, he believed that goblins could afford the price.

It's impossible to stop it.

Fortunately, the swamp serves as a natural barrier, preventing adventurers from advancing.

If he sets up a few more maze formations, he can confuse the adventurers in Iron Boot Town, making them lose their way and dare not come in.

The problem remains at the outpost ruins; those bloodthirsty bastards won't let such a good opportunity pass them by.

"It's alright. Those small fry from Iron Boot Town won't dare to come in. Go to the outpost ruins and gather some information. The adventurers there might have designs on our territory."

"By the way, remember to bring back some agricultural science books, architecture books, and books on magic theory next time, so you don't get caught."

Chen Yu had a feeling that Arno's return trip wouldn't be easy, so he fed him Lv.3 "Stealth" and Lv.4 "Evaporation Illusion," and gave him all the remaining Rock Talismans.

There's also a regular type of close-fitting protection for chubby kids.

They're armed to the teeth now; it's hard for them not to be safe.

Arno was touched; he realized that he was quite important to his boss.

In order not to disappoint his boss, he stuffed the chubby boy into the leather armor, unloaded the goods, and hurriedly rushed back.

As Chen Yu watched Arno leave, he had a feeling that the goblin army was planning some underhanded tricks.

So he quietly went back to draw talismans.

No matter who it is, if they dare to come over, we'll fire a couple of shots first.

……

Deep within the Goblin Legion's fortress at the Cracked Stone Pass.

In stark contrast to the vibrant life of the Eastern Swamp, the Cracked Stone Pass was now filled with an atmosphere of oppression and decay.

The sudden dimensional rift disaster that occurred not long ago left indelible scars on this place.

The once sturdy mine tunnels have collapsed in many places, and the rock walls are covered with huge tear marks.

The once bustling main mining area is now deathly silent, with only a few torches flickering in the wind, illuminating the mess on the ground—broken weapons, scattered ore, and a large number of twisted and mutilated corpses of goblins and slaves.

Although the dangerous rift seems to have temporarily stabilized and stopped spewing earth elementals, the legion has undoubtedly paid a heavy price. Not only was the fortress's defense system breached from within, but its troop strength was also severely damaged.

Some surviving slaves, under the whipping of their overseers, were numbly cleaning up the battlefield, dragging the corpses of their comrades one by one and piling them into small mountains.

Several goblin shamans in filthy robes surrounded the pile of corpses, chanting incantations and waving bone staffs and poisonous herbs, seemingly preparing for some evil ritual, attempting to transform these wastes into raw materials for breeding plague or dark magic.

Just then, a series of heavy, rhythmic footsteps came from deep within the passage.

Two exceptionally tall and strong bear goblin guards escorted a figure over.

Wherever he went, whether slaves or shamans, they were so frightened that they immediately stopped what they were doing, lowered their heads deeply, and dared not look him in the eye.

The one being escorted was none other than the dejected Hammerbone. His massive body now appeared somewhat hunched, and his former fierce aura had vanished.

They arrived at a huge tent built with thick animal hides and rough wood.

Hammerbone was unceremoniously forced to kneel by two guards. He didn't even dare to struggle, but simply buried his head even lower.

Suddenly, a deep, menacing voice came from inside the tent.

"Hammerbone, you have betrayed the Legion's trust and tarnished the honor of the goblin bears. You colluded with the lowly monsters of the Eastern Swamp, letting hundreds of precious slaves escape. Tell me, are you trying to become a traitor?!"

Hammerbone shuddered and quickly raised his head, muttering an explanation filled with regret and lingering fear: "Commander, it was...it was those damned slimes! They had extremely strange and evil charm spells that completely controlled my mind. Otherwise, I would have smashed them all into mincemeat with my warhammer long ago!"

"Humph!"

A voice from inside the tent snorted coldly, filled with displeasure and oppression, "Excuses. True power comes from within, Hammerbone. You were not defeated by magic, but by your own wavering and disloyalty to power."

"Besides, the enemy is nothing more than a weak slime."

The tent flap was suddenly flung open, and a tall, imposing figure draped in an animal skin cloak stepped out.

He was also a bear goblin, even more imposing than Hammerbone, with a hideous scar that ran almost halfway across his face, making him appear exceptionally dignified and fierce.

Upon seeing him, Hammerbone swallowed instinctively, his massive Adam's apple bobbing as he struggled to speak, "Commander of the Rifttooth Legion... please... please give me another chance."

"I will immediately lead the brothers who are still able to fight to the eastern swamp. I will smash those slimy scum and their fortresses to pieces and wash away my shame with their skulls!"

Cracktooth looked down at Hammerbone, who was kneeling on the ground, with cold, expressionless eyes.

"No need. People will take care of the Eastern Swamp for us. Those human mercenaries who are blinded by the treasure will be the best cleaners."

"And that old thing in the Root Forest, Viola... she's also a nuisance, she'll get a taste of the plague."

"But we have more important things to do."

Having said that, Cracktooth ignored Hammerbone and strode heavily toward the edge of the fortress's damaged walls.

He looked down into the devastated depths of the main mine shaft.

At the bottom of that collapsed mine pit, amidst the piles of rubble, lay a terrifyingly huge figure.

Most of its body was buried under the rocks, but the exposed parts still showed how huge and powerful it was in life.

The exposed scales have a deep blackish-brown color with a metallic sheen, as if they were not flesh and blood, but rather composed of some strange alloy ore.

With its head lowered and its huge mouth slightly open, revealing teeth like obsidian, its entire posture was frozen in a moment of struggle and roar, making it look like a giant dragon that had been petrified in an instant!
(End of this chapter)