I became the slime toy of the evil dragon girl?

On the edge of the Sweet Forest of Dragon's Territory.

Gugu set off under the supervision of about a dozen vampire followers.

The slender green figure disappeared into the forest and was soon out of sight.

He said he could find his beloved family, friends, and brothers before dark.

Angry Horn was training the minotaurs. A hundred huge men were wielding wooden sticks and banging them against each other, their roars deafening, each strike shaking the ground. Dwarfs passing by kept their distance, afraid of being accidentally injured.

Lilith sat under a tree, already eager to try, muttering cool lines to herself. She seemed fully prepared for a stylish battle…

Phoebe was polishing her "staff." The thick, long wooden lump gleamed under her touch. Nicole stood beside her, organizing the equipment, checking each part three times to make sure nothing would go wrong.

Barbara prepared some simple healing potions in the tent. Besides healing spells, healing potions were indispensable, since mana was limited.

Rongrong sat on a rock, gazing in the direction of the forest.

Not moving at all.

……

Ian began a new conversation with Charles.

"Charles, why won't you let us ask Vivian to help?" Ian asked curiously.

"Not just Vivian, but me too, we must try to minimize the number of times we take action..." Charles gazed at the sky with a deep expression. "We all carry terrifying secrets..."

Charles, you've gone astray too, you've started being a riddle teller now, haven't you?

Ian immediately pulled up Charles's panel using the "Analysis" function, and a few lines of text appeared.

Name: Charles

Race: Vampire (Abyss Curse)

[Level: LV.40 (LV.88)]

【属性：力量30（79），敏捷47（99），体质40（90），精神44（98）】

[Talents: Blood Control LV.10, Bat Transformation LV.10... (Expand)]

[Skills: Vampirism LV.10, Blood Magic LV.10, Bat Substitute Spell LV.10... (Expand)]

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

No, all the high-ranking members of Dragon Territory have an Abyss Curse?

What's the origin of this curse? It reduced this old man's level and attributes by almost half, but the skill level is really high...

Ian became curious and wanted to find out more, but he couldn't be too direct, so he pretended to know a lot about it.

"It's just an abyss curse, why make it sound so mysterious..."

Charles lost his composure, his elegant posture faltering: "How did you know?"

Ian ignored Charles's question and retorted, "That's not important. Why do you have the Abyss Curse?"

Charles suddenly frowned, his expression pained, as if recalling some unpleasant memories. He held his forehead and spoke slowly.

"I've sucked the blood of dragons..."

Ian was shocked. "You big-eyed bastard, how dare you bite my precious dragon girl?"

"Back then, Vivian came to the Demon Forest and was severely injured; her blood flowed so much that it formed small ponds. I had just entered the Legendary realm and was full of youthful vigor, so I boldly collected her blood and drank it. And that's how I became afflicted with the Abyss Curse..."

Ian breathed a sigh of relief. "Didn't bite it? That's alright then, I haven't even had a mouth yet... Wait, I'm a slime, where would I get a mouth?"

It seems Charles only dared to secretly collect blood from nearby sources. What legendary vampire, what high-spirited, furtive...

Ian shook his head, clicking his tongue. See? This is what they mean by "illness enters through the mouth." Don't just think about putting anything in your mouth.

Charles's story continues...

"At first it was fine, there wasn't much of an impact, but every time I used my power, the curse's erosion would deepen. Until the great battle with the hero three years ago, I was forced to overdraw my power, and the curse took the opportunity to enter, which is why I've fallen to this state..."

"Why does Vivian seem unaffected by the same curse?" Ian asked, puzzled.

Charles glanced at Ian: "A dragon has the physical advantage, but she's also susceptible to curses. So, it's not worth using her power for some human private army..."

Oh? So last time Vivian actually personally captured a lizardman for him to devour...

However, after Ian heard what Charles had said...

Ian felt that Dragon Territory seemed to be becoming increasingly shaky and precarious.

It seems we need to accelerate the pace of construction...

……

Gugu returned quickly.

The goblins were unaware that there was a traitor among them.

When Gugu led the vampires to the goblin's lair, the leader of the goblins was still sighing...

"Bringing back over a dozen prey at once? Whose general is this, so valiant!"

The next second, a vampire suddenly appeared around the leader's neck. After dying with resentment, he also inexplicably gave away two loyal goblin guards with slower reaction times.

The goblins finally realized the danger and were then led to the dragon's territory in an orderly fashion.

……

In order to ensure that these goblins can be of assistance in later operations, rather than making a fool of themselves.

Before leaving, Ian decided to give these greens a simple military training session.

The hundred or so goblins in front of Ian were huddled together, of varying heights and builds...

Some carried rusty, broken knives with nicks and chips on the blades; some clutched wooden sticks still covered in bark; and some were simply empty-handed, though their tattered pockets were bulging.

They chattered and made a lot of noise.

Several green-skinned people were pushing and shoving each other, trying to see who could stand further forward.

In the back row, two skinny girls were wrestling together for some unknown reason, rolling around on the ground.

"Shut up! Shut up!" Gugu stood on a rock, shouting at the top of her lungs until her voice was almost hoarse, "The adults are coming! All of you, stand in line!"

No one cares about him.

Without the constraints of a leader, the goblins are free to do whatever they want.

Gugu covered her face, not wanting to look anymore.

Ian sprang out of the shadows and lay down on a large rock.

The goblins fell silent for a second.

Then the argument escalated even further.

"Slime?" "Is it edible?" "It looks so bouncy..."

Gugu kept shouting "Shut up, shut up, shut up!" but her voice was drowned out by the noise.

Ian launched a direct combo attack: [Mud Swamp] + [Air Hammer].

The ground beneath the feet of the three goblins who were furtively taking off their pants suddenly softened, and then an air hammer fell from above their heads.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

The next second, these three goblins were hammered into the ground and planted like ginseng.

The entire room fell silent.

More than a hundred pairs of small eyes turned to Ian, then to the three unlucky guys who only had their heads sticking out, and then back to Ian.

The three goblins tried to struggle, but after each of them was subjected to several powerful blows, they dared not move.

Ian's voice held a hint of seduction: "Any other warriors willing to give it a try?"

The goblins shook their heads frantically, their ears practically swaying.

Taking advantage of the moment, GuGu jumped off the rock and ran to Ian, bowing and scraping, "Lord Slime is amazing! So amazing! These little brats deserved to be taught a lesson!"

This young man has potential, but Ian ignored him and waved to the side.

The entire process of hosting a banquet, beheading, and taking someone in as a dog must be completed!

Seeing Ian wave, Angry Horn led several minotaurs over carrying several baskets of things.