Slime Immortal

He thought that compared to the gray gravel crystal, the name Lightbulb Stone might be more suitable for it, or it should be called the Ze'arilla version of the spirit stone.

Although it was a little brighter, it actually stored the spiritual power he infused into it.

If this isn’t a spirit stone, then what is it?

Chen Yu seemed to see the door to a new world opening to him. With the spirit stone, some ideas that only existed in his mind had hope of being realized.

What can spiritual stones do in Xu Xuantian?

In addition to being used as currency, it can also be used for cultivation, restoring spiritual power, setting up formations and drawing talismans...

It is equivalent to the immortal version of a battery, and it has so many uses.

He couldn't help but think of the maze map in his hand. With the spirit stone, perhaps...

Chen Yu daydreamed for a while before coming back to his senses.

"Are you saying there are a lot of gravel crystals along the riverbank?"

"Not a lot, just occasionally I can pick it up."

"If you want, I can go back quietly and pick some up."

"Forget it. Corrupted believers are lingering on the riverbank. It's too dangerous to let you go out."

He didn't want to let Sergash be captured by those crazy believers just for a few spirit stones.

Chen Yu swallowed the gray gravel crystal again, dived into the swamp, and returned to the slime nest.

Gray gravel crystals are excellent for storing spiritual energy, but they are too conspicuous, so they can only be buried in the nest and dealt with later.

As for now,

He is hungry!

……

In the camp, the bonfire was burning with firewood, crackling. The beetle was pried open by Sergash with his wolf fangs and roasted in the fire.

The insect meat inside is golden, like plump crab roe, or like oyster meat covered with golden and silver garlic paste. The rich aroma lingers around the camp for a long time.

"Okay, it smells good."

Sergash's nose twitched and he almost drooled.

Chen Yu was concentrating on eating and didn't notice her expression.

With a slurp, he swallowed the beetle paste mixed with the stinging bee meat into the gel.

Beetle cream is rich and fresh, with a unique fungal aroma.

The meat of the stinging bee has a unique flavor. After being roasted, it is like stringy cheese, salty and fragrant.

good to eat!

Chen Yu ate with a grunt, and he couldn't count how much he had eaten. Finally, his body swelled up and became round. Then he lay on the stone, bubbling with joy.

Satisfied.

But I seem to have eaten too much and can't walk.

Forget it, take care of him.

Chen Yu squinted his eyes happily, his body gradually wrapped in warmth, and he fell drowsy.

Seeing this, Sergash, who was standing nearby, also curiously picked up the warm beetle shell, carefully moved closer to the edge of the shell, and tentatively took a small sip.

As the hot, thick, golden paste slides into your mouth, the flavor explodes on the tip of your tongue. First, the extreme sweetness washes over your taste buds. The texture of the paste is incredibly delicate, with a slightly sticky feeling. It melts gently on the tongue, releasing a richer and more complex fragrance.

She could even clearly hear the subtle and seductive "gurgling" sound made by the thick juice being stirred in her mouth.

Well? !

good to eat!

Her amber eyes brightened a little, and her tail swayed, unable to conceal her inner joy.

Are digging beetles such delicious food?

Take another bite of the roasted stinger bee, which is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

I am so happy that I am speechless...

The campfire was burning and the camp was peaceful and harmonious, but a bloody storm was brewing on the edge of the swamp.

Chapter 21 Tribes and Humans

Edge of swamp forest.

In this place where the boundary between death and life is blurred, poisonous spore fungi glow faintly on rotten wood, fungal carpets cover the seemingly solid land, and frightened hard-shelled water lizards or strangely colored poisonous frogs occasionally flash among the twisted dead trees and swamps.

This has been the hunting grounds of the subhuman tribes for generations.

Compared to the dangerous and deadly depths of the swamp, the outskirts can still accommodate them to stay alive and obtain the food resources they need to survive.

At the beginning of spring, the Lizardmen would move cautiously around the periphery like ghosts, using blowguns to accurately hunt small prey, or collecting luminous anti-toxic moss to trade with passing human caravans.

Since the corrupted faith began to roam the river banks, this hunting habit has gradually been broken, and the corrupted lizardmen have sharper claws and harder scales.

Driven by greed, they attempt to hunt large beasts on the outskirts like the gnolls, or even other weak subhuman tribes.

For a time, the people on the river bank were in a panic. Even human caravans did not dare to pass through the reed river bank, for fear of being plundered by the greedy and corrupt lizardmen.

However, even the strong corrupted lizardmen have their fears.

At the edge of the swamp forest, a tall, powerful lizardman darted desperately like a frightened gecko! His scales dimmed like gray mist, his thin tail lashing in panic, each footfall stirring the buzzing of poisonous insects hidden beneath the rotten leaves.

The deadly fear gripped it tightly, leaving it no time to pay attention to the direction, and it only wanted to escape from the invisible hunter behind it.

Whoosh-!

A rough but powerful wooden spear tore through the stagnant air, and with a deathly scream, it fiercely nailed the rotten wood half an inch in front of the fugitive's feet! The end of the spear vibrated violently, humming non-stop.

The fugitive froze in horror, cold despair instantly flooding his body. Trembling, he slowly raised his head in the direction of the spear.

In the shadows, a figure stood silently.

This is a female lizardman warrior, taller than ordinary lizardmen, covered with dark olive-colored scales as hard as cold iron.

Several sharp bone blades and short spears hung around his waist, without any superfluous decoration.

Her amber pupils contracted coldly, like a poisonous snake locking onto its prey, and she looked down at the trembling fugitive below without any emotion.

There was no mercy in her eyes, only a pure murderous intent that froze the soul. She tilted her head slightly, and her voice was like a cold wind blowing across the rocks.

"Where is she?"

The corrupted lizardman was finally frightened to the point of collapse and knelt down begging for mercy.

"I don't know, I really don't know."

"Lady Semia, please spare my life."

The female lizardman's voice was still cold.

"I ask again, Sergash, where is my sister?"

"It was all done by the Zuluk priests. It has nothing to do with me."

"He colluded with the gnolls and forced the shaman deep into the swamp. The hunting party that pursued him never returned... Perhaps they have already..."

call out--!

Before the lizardman could finish his words, a bone blade was thrown at him and pierced his throat accurately.

Blood gushed out, his mouth opened, and a muddy "gurgle... gurgle..." sound rolled from the depths of his throat, like a bubble of despair choked by blood. Finally, his body went limp, and with a heavy "bang" he slammed into the icy swamp.

Semia walked over with a cold face, picked up the blood-stained bone blade and wiped it clean carefully.

After standing there for a long time, she picked up the wolf fang hanging around her neck. The coldness on her face instantly melted away, turning into confusion and helplessness.

"Segash... am I late?"

"Do not."

She clenched her wolf teeth.

"The ancestral spirits and Putu will keep you safe."

"I'm going to find you now."

"Cough cough..."

A sudden cough interrupted Semia's thoughts. At some point, an old lizardman appeared behind her.

"Semiya, it's time to go back."

"You know we can't stay under Zurok's nose for too long."

Semia turned around, her face expressionless.

"Shazak, I thank the Rot Moss Tribe for saving my life."

"But Sergash is everything to me. My father is dead, and I cannot lose her again."

"I want to go deep into the swamp alone."

The old lizardman Shazak held the animal bones in his hands and whispered prayers.

“Nature will not disappoint its believers.”

"That child, Sergash, is the most devout believer in nature I have ever met. She will be fine."

"but……"

Semia wanted to say something else.

“No buts, learn to trust the wisdom of the elders.”

"Besides, the deep swamp forest is full of dangerous monsters. Without nature's guidance, you will only get lost in it."

"If you want to find Sergash, you must first help the tribe resolve the current crisis."

"Then I will personally go into the swamp with you to search for her."

Semia clenched the bone blade, her expression full of murderous intent.