I became the slime toy of the evil dragon girl?

Seeing the rabbitmen running away ahead, the black-armored squad leader became anxious and charged towards the group, wielding his serrated knife.

then……

boom!!!

A section of the rock wall exploded open.

Pebbles flew everywhere, and dust filled the air.

A three-meter-tall minotaur burst out of the smoke and dust, its two curved horns pointing straight ahead, its muscles bulging.

Angry Horns!

Above his head, a dark blue jelly-like substance emerged from the smoke and dust.

Sitting atop the Angry Horn is a completely new experience!

If Lilith is like a motorcycle nimbly weaving through traffic, then Angry Horn is like a truck with malfunctioning brakes!

Ian shouted, "Whoa~ Move aside!"

The Angry Horn burst forth from the rock wall, its path of attack far from Lilith and the rabbitmen's positions, but they still instinctively dodged to the sides.

Because when the Angry Horn charges, it's really terrifying!

In the blink of an eye, Angry Horn had already rushed in front of the Black Armor Squad Leader.

With a single axe stroke, it carried the momentum of a charge!

Extremely fast, extremely heavy.

The black-armored squad leader had barely raised his sword when he was cleaved in two, sword and all.

The serrated blade made a crisp "ding" sound when it broke.

Blood splattered three meters away.

Nujiao stood in a pool of blood, his body covered in blood, like a god of death.

Before Ian could even open the character's stats, the Tier 5 Black Armor Captain had already become Tier 2.5...

Angry Horn is a young bull, but as the tribal leader, his strength is undeniable; a sixth-tier bull is terrifying!

Then, Angry Horn raised his head and saw the person in the gray cloak deep in the passage.

The angry horn's movements stopped.

The person walked over slowly, their steps light, as if they were walking on cotton.

He looked at the half-armored suit on the ground, then at the angry horn, a smile playing on his lips.

"A minotaur? Interesting."

Angry Horn's pupils contracted.

He turned to Ian and said in a muffled voice, "Mother of the Earth, I can't beat this one."

Ian was silent for a second.

Angry Horn, you're way too honest!

You just made a very powerful entrance, even if you can't beat me, you should at least put on a show!

However, Ian also sensed that the person's aura was like a venomous snake; even looking at it for a moment made his gelatinous body feel like it was being pricked by needles.

Ian quickly and directly pulled open the panel.

Name: Horford

Race: Human

[Level: LV.71]

[Attributes: Strength 59, Agility 80, Constitution 51, Spirit 41]

[Talents: Evasive Maneuvering LV.7, Deceptive Vision LV.6]

[Skills: Short Weapon Proficiency LV.7, Backstab LV.7, Hamstring LV.6, Sap LV.10, Lockpicking LV.9... (Expand)]

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Tier 7! What a fine thief!

While this high-level adventurer has weaknesses in all attributes except agility, that's relative to others of the same rank. Compared to Ian and others, this adventurer's weaknesses outweigh his strengths.

All of them combined probably wouldn't be enough to defeat him alone.

But on our side, there's also Angry Horn, a sixth-tier bull.

The axe he was holding was longer than the rogue's, and he also had a size advantage. Both of his major advantages in melee combat lay with the Angry Horn, so perhaps supporting the Angry Horn in dealing with him might give him a chance...

Ian stepped back, shielding his Angry Horn in front of him.

Ian, Lilith, Angry Horn, several vampire familiars... everyone subconsciously gathered together, each assuming a fighting stance.

Even if we can't win, we have to fight.

I can't expose my back to this person; the only option is to fight and retreat...

The man in the grey cloak looked at them and smiled.

"A bunch of ants, trying to resist?"

He raised his hand, and a blinding light gathered in his palm...

Then, a hand was placed on his shoulder.

"What ants?"

A voice came from behind him, lazy and with a slightly nasal tone, as if he had just woken up.

The gray-cloaked man's pupils suddenly contracted.

He didn't even sense anyone approaching.

He turned around abruptly...

A delicate face loomed close to him.

Long black hair, golden vertical pupils, and a small piece of unswallowed dessert crumb still stuck to the corner of his mouth.

Vivian blinked.

Who are you?

The man in the grey cloak opened his mouth, but no words came out.

The next second, he was sent flying, slapped away.

He was like a cannonball, crashing into the rock wall at the end of the passage, creating a deep crater. He was embedded in the stone, his limbs twisted, his eyes rolled back, and he remained motionless.

seconds.

Vivian yawned and clapped her hands.

"Boring, like a dead rat in a sewer..."

She looked at the group of people staring in disbelief in the corridor, her gaze falling on Ian, and her eyes immediately lit up.

"Little Ian~!"

She skipped and hopped over, completely ignoring the pile of black-armored squad leader's mangled flesh beneath her feet, hopping barefoot in the pool of blood.

He ran up to Ian, squatted down, and poked his jelly-like body with his finger.

"You better confess! You all secretly gathered here to steal someone, and you didn't even take me with you!"

It's not stealing people, some words can't be omitted!

Ian paused for three seconds, then chose to downplay the fact that he had kept it from Vivian.

"...You've been following me?"

"No, I didn't." Vivian's attention was naturally diverted. "I just got here. I saw that dead rat trying to mess with you guys, so I just slapped him."

I took a picture.

A high-level adventurer of the seventh rank was casually slapped and embedded in the wall, his fate unknown.

Wasn't it agreed that it wouldn't be convenient to use one's powers? Vivian wiped out every single high-level adventurer and they all seemed completely unharmed...

Ian glanced silently at her delicate white hand, then at the deep, human-shaped pit in the wall.

"You...you're awake?"

"Mmm!" Vivian nodded. "I'm hungry. Do you have any dessert?"

Ian took a box of desserts out of his storage space.

As a qualified sycophant, this little bit of preparation is necessary.

Vivian's eyes lit up. She snatched it, tore it open on the spot, and took a big bite.

"Mmm~ Delicious!"

As she chewed, she glanced at the rabbit-people huddled together in the passageway and tilted her head.

"These are the people you stole?"

Ian followed up, saying, "...Yes, they stole it to farm."

"Oh." Vivian nodded. "Then tell them to plant them quickly, and remember to tell them to plant more sweet ones."

She took another bite of the strawberry tart, then looked down at Ian.

"What are you still doing lying there? Come on, come on, I have something to tell you when we get back~"

Ian: "...This part isn't finished yet."

"Let them handle it," Vivian said, pointing to Angry Horn and Lilith. "Aren't they all human?"

Lilith and Angry Horn are a pair of chuunibyou (a person with delusions of grandeur) and honest, tough guys, respectively; they're really hard to call themselves human when it comes to handling things...

Ian was forced to temporarily hand over the matter to Nicole, telling her to return to Dragon Territory and let Charles handle it.

Although she is human, she is bound by a contract, and from what Ian has seen over this period of time, he feels that this dwarf shield warrior is very cautious and reliable, and is a good prospect.

Vivian was getting impatient. She reached out her small, white hand, scooped up Ian, and held him in her arms.

"Let's go, let's go~"

Ian was held in her arms, feeling her amazing softness, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

Angry Horn and Lilith stood there, watching Vivian, carrying Ian, skip and hop away until they disappeared at the end of the passage.

"Moo?" Angry Horn scratched his head. "The Mother of the Earth... has she been kidnapped?"

Lilith clenched her fists secretly: "...Damn it! What kind of drug did that brat Ian give Lady Vivian?!"

Outside the cave, most of the private soldiers had been scattered by dozens of minotaurs, and the entire private soldier camp had been plowed beyond recognition.

The hundreds of rabbit-men were already moving freely.

Before dawn, everyone retreated back to Dragon Territory.

The rabbits slumped to the ground, some crying, some laughing.

Nicole and her vampire retinue were counting heads. They called out names one by one, and drew a circle around each person who responded.

"Three hundred and nine. More than a hundred... haven't come back."