T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 595, Section 594: Everyone is thinking about Mint.
Winter is not a good time to go out, and the exploration and excavation efficiency of the underground city is higher than expected.

About 50 meters above the ground, the squirrel was the first to discover the underground cavity.

The slightly damp, hollow environment allowed the first winged deer to keenly locate groundwater by following areas rich in water elements.

At the same time, they also discovered some indigenous people.

Orange Tea and Fries were stunned as they watched the lightning-struck winged deer use its magic to draw lines on the rock wall.

"Slime?"

The densely packed dots on the mural represent the number of slimes the winged deer witnessed.

They only saw about thirty of them.

The underground passages surrounding the underground river are interconnected, and the squirrels, due to their lack of magic power, have not become targets of the slimes.

The number reported by the returning squirrels rose further, reaching hundreds.

Orange Tea was incredulous: "How can there be so many slimes?"

French Fries calmly analyzed: "There is a high probability that there is an underground river somewhere with an exit that directly connects to the outside world. Water-type slimes are easily soluble in water and can travel back and forth in one direction through the underground river."

wrong!

They both snapped out of their daze and stared at each other blankly.

"The slimes didn't attack you directly?"

The lightning-struck winged deer shook its head.

The fact that it doesn't attack the squirrel can be explained by the fact that its magic fluctuations are almost zero, making it impossible for the slime to be interested in hunting it.

When the winged deer enter the underground cavern area, they should be as bright and dazzling as illuminating crystals in the darkness.

Slimes were frequently criticized as monsters during the early stages of civilization because they possessed magical power, were difficult to communicate with, and were prone to being stressed by breathing on things.

Calling it a magical cat with magical powers is quite fitting.

When Hagimi breathes air, he activates his Spinosaurus form and starts wildly clawing.

The slime exhaled, wildly flinging out chaotic magic spells, resembling an out-of-control magic scroll, with astonishing destructive power.

Upon sudden contact with a stranger, there was no stress, no breathy breathing, and the person remained emotionally stable throughout the entire interaction…

Did they encounter an absolutely amazing dumpling?

“Orange Tea, do you remember that there’s a very special slime setting in the Stars?” French Fries said thoughtfully. “If there is an intelligent slime in the area, other slimes will follow the magical resonance and huddle together with it.”

Orange Tea blinked: "Slime King trainee?"

The French fry snapped his fingers lightly: "Yes, this is it!"

In the Anna worldview, all intelligent slimes possess the potential to break through the limits of their race.

In the slime race, the average intelligence is 9. If someone has an intelligence of 10 or 20, they are considered the first college student in the race.

Enlightenment means that the value is at least 60 or even higher.

Because its success would inevitably replenish the powerful strength of its kind, slimes, regardless of their strength, would obey commands upon sensing its resonance.

This resonance effectively restrains the slime tribe from breathing on them indiscriminately.

With this in mind, the two of them already had a clear idea of ​​what to do.

Orange Tea patted the head of the lightning-struck deer, then reached out and guided the squirrel's head to its own.

“Come down with me and let us meet this hidden slime sage.”

The lightning-struck winged deer was biting the corner of the orange tea's clothes, while the other winged deer were biting the cuffs of the fries, neither of them letting go.

"Don't be afraid. Since they didn't attack immediately, it means they had the capacity to restrain their hostility and were on the verge of communicating." Orange Tea changed the subject. "Are you afraid that you can't protect us?"

The lightning-struck winged deer's antlers were electrified, and its eyes sharpened for a moment.

It stopped obstructing and jumped onto the steps first.

The other winged deer intended to follow, but were stopped by Orange Tea.

"You can follow, but keep your distance. We're there to communicate, not to fight. The cave wasn't dug so it would be a highway for you to drive around in."

The deer, oblivious to the orange tea joke, simply lined up neatly, like soldiers being inspected, and followed behind.

Around the underground river area, there are many fluorescent plants that provide a small amount of light.

The lightning-struck winged deer found the darkness too dim, so it gathered fire elements in its antlers and ignited them.

In an instant, its antlers burst into flames, like the Ghost Rider.

This somewhat reckless act drew the attention of the slimes who had sensed the hole in the ceiling from afar.

Slimes of different elements instantly felt as if they were electrocuted, their bodies brimming with elemental power and emitting a dangerous glow.

This looks like a prelude to self-destruction; it's a very obvious slime attack initiation move.

"Idiot, don't scare them!"

Without waiting for a moment to catch her breath, even knowing she was nearly two meters off the ground, Orange Tea still jumped down.

The lightning-struck winged deer quickly turned around and used its magic to help the two people and the squirrel cushion the impact.

The slime, about to launch its attack, had its body glow strangely dim.

Like a deflated temper, its round, taut, dumpling-like body shrunk.

Orange Tea quickly pressed down on the head of the lightning-struck winged deer, slapping it to extinguish the scorching flames, which then transformed into bright light elements.

The head of the lightning-struck deer was bathed in light, resembling a giant light bulb.

"I apologize if my visit is unannounced and has offended you."

There's no need to worry about language barriers. The powerful monsters on the continent of Anna have inherited the language knowledge left behind from their ancestors' memories of interactions with various civilizations.

The slime did not respond. "I can roughly guess that there is a wise sage here who can fully understand our language."

"We are adventurers who stumbled into this primeval forest. For some special reasons, we are helping the winged deer build an underground city, and that's how we accidentally wandered into this cavern."

"Speak up, speak up, it's your turn to explain."

The orange tea was used to vigorously rub the head of the lightning-struck winged deer.

It sighed a few times, then began to chirp softly and slowly.

On the damp underground riverbank, a translucent ball, completely blending into the background and the river water, swayed and bounced.

Its trembling appearance truly embodies the essence of "bouncy" texture.

The slime balls behind it tumbled into the underground river and swarmed around it.

"I think I understand... Orange tea, fries, that's... your name?"

The sound, emanating in the form of magical resonance, echoed between the rock walls.

It's impossible to tell the gender; it's completely neutral, with a slight stutter.

The communication efficiency of the lightning-struck winged deer is extremely high; the slime sage has received all the necessary information.

"I understand now. You assisted it in achieving planting, enrichment, and resource utilization."

"You are harmless."

Long live understanding.

The Slime Sage did not object to the orange tea's intentions.

According to his description, the space carved out by the underground river is interconnected, with a large area of ​​hollows, and there is still a huge space to explore downwards.

The lightning-struck winged deer is well aware of its docile reputation and doesn't mind having another group of people sharing its habitat.

However, it hopes that its excrement will be tasted by it and its people.

As expected of a monster loved by both intelligent beings and beasts, even a sage-level slime wants a bite.

With the basic initial communication completed, the fries decided to go for something more advanced.

"Slime Sage, please allow me to address you as such."

"Yes, I accept this title."

“You must have entered the underground cavern from the outside, rather than being born naturally in this area, right?” Fries cut to the chase. “You want to avoid potential threats, realize your wisdom, and ascend to become the Slime King.”

"..."

"..."

For some reason, as soon as the fries uttered those words, the orange tea sensed the tension that filled the air.

Magic seems to be quietly gathering?
Even the lightning-struck winged deer instinctively wrapped its tail around her hand.

"Don't be nervous. I also suddenly realized on my way here... that perhaps we can help you."

“Assistance?” the slime sage asked, puzzled. “Your spells and knowledge are of no use to us.”

"What if it were the experience and knowledge of another Slime King?"

The dumplings following behind the Slime Sage sensed his excitement and their eyes lit up like light bulbs.

Orange Tea clapped her hands suddenly, and their lights flickered on and off, like an unstable voltage.

"Yes, if the century-long cycle channel of Devland existed, there would be a ready-made Slime King!"

French Fries continued, "This is an investment. We can't guarantee that we can bring the Slime King smoothly for now, but... all I need are the byproducts of your magic gathering, the digested and filtered slime magic slime."

"As long as you maintain sufficient magic conversion, you will accumulate and stockpile it for a long time. In that case, how about reducing the proportion of stockpiled magic and giving us some of it?"

"Even if we don't get the Slime King in the end, we'll have plenty of the Winged Deer's excrement."

"The Winged Deer can also form an alliance with you to protect your advancement."

The Slime Sage pondered for a long time.

"The Slime King is too far away, but we are willing to trade even just for the dung of the Winged Deer."

They underestimated the value of feces. It's not hard to understand why collecting and drying feces at the beginning would attract attacks from nearby monsters.

The deal was struck, and the two excitedly returned to the ground.

The reason for asking for the slime magic slime was precisely for Peppermint's alchemy.

In potion-making, slimes' efficient conversion of magic gives their slime excellent catalytic effects.

And this is also the hard currency of potions studies.

After all, most slimes consume this rare resource when they frantically unleash their magic in a fit of stress.

To use it successfully, you need to tame the slime.

This technology is only in the hands of a limited number of magic families, who hold the power to set prices, causing prices to rise accordingly.

In the early stages of the game, when Mint is given potion-making opportunities, the catalysts used are all inexpensive alternatives.

I can't imagine what kind of expression I'll make when I see huge jars of slime.

Seeing that Fries looked deep in thought, Orange Tea nudged him with her elbow.

"What are you thinking about... It can't be that you're suddenly worried about potatoes, can it?"

French Fries smiled and said, "I don't need to worry about him at all. He's definitely living a more comfortable life than us. He's probably somewhere happily in control of everything."

"I was just suddenly thinking, given the current progress, is Potato planning to go to Devland? If so, I'll know where he is."

(End of this chapter)