Slime Immortal

"it is good."

Arthur nodded, slowly pulled the reins to turn the skeletal warhorse around and return the way he came.

He felt that Lord Bran was still as wise as ever.

We can always see the most essential truth through the chaotic phenomena.

And his intuition was indeed telling him that he was not far from that natural relative.

As expected of Earl Bran...

Chapter 60 Swamp Construction in Full Swamp

Four days later.

The sky is just right.

The sky, washed by heavy rain, was dazzlingly blue, and the sun was pouring down scorchingly, emitting a warm smell of earth and water vapor from the reedy river bank.

Summer is announcing its arrival with its bright color palette.

On the reed river bank, the water was still flowing rapidly, with the turbidity unique to after rain, washing the reeds that were leaning to and fro on the bank.

The old beaver "Kenken" sat motionless on the wet mudflat, with his back to the warm sun. His once shiny brown fur was now wet and stuck to his body, and his small figure looked listless.

Its precious dam... is gone.

Just a few days ago, during the earth-shattering rainstorm, the village was easily washed away by the surging flood from upstream, like a naughty child tearing up a piece of straw paper.

The branches it had worked so hard to gnaw off, the mud and stones it had carefully selected, and the safe and warm little nest hidden deep in the dam...all are gone.

Only a few lonely thick branches, twisted and twisted by the current, remained on the river surface, stuck pitifully in the cracks of the rocks, proving that they had once existed.

Kenken's little eyes stared blankly at the messy river.

Sobbing heartbrokenly.

That's its home!

It is the fortress that it has gnawed out with its big teeth, and it is the hope for resisting otters and raising its cubs!

Now, all is lost.

Woohoo...

At this moment, Arno was walking on the dirt road on the river bank, which was further dug by the wheels.

After wiping out the corrupted lizardmen a few days ago, everyone in the adventurer group received a generous commission, including him.

This money was enough for Laura and the children to live a fairly comfortable life. Thinking of their smiles, they should have been relaxed and happy.

But Arno's face had the same sad expression as the wet beaver on the shore.

The rainstorm is over, the commission is in hand, and life seems to be accelerating in a better direction.

However, at this moment when he should have been celebrating, petrification spread to his right arm again.

This arm had been aching slightly during the rainstorm, and now it felt like it was being corroded from the inside by cold stone. It was as stiff as a piece of dead wood, and even bending the fingers became extremely difficult.

The curse, like a maggot on the tarsal bone, never truly left, and may even have been exacerbated by the magical rainstorm.

A trace of depression quietly crept into his heart, but he quickly suppressed it. He shook the numb arm vigorously, as if to get rid of the bad luck.

He muttered softly, "It's a bit troublesome... Fortunately, there is still the boss."

Thinking of his boss's magical "acupuncture" skill, the haze in his heart was immediately dispelled.

As long as he can go back and get a few injections, he will be back to full health.

Even if petrification cannot be cured, he is already satisfied. At least Laura and the children can live a good life even without him.

Thinking of this, he seemed to no longer hate petrification as much as before.

Arno felt relieved.

He finally reconciled with himself.

His mood became cheerful again. He tightened his left hand around the pottery jar and a scroll of grass letter he had just taken from the Rotten Moss Tribe, and strode into the swamp forest.

Delivering items is an ordinary day for a rider.

The sunlight was cut into pieces by the dense tree canopy and sprinkled on the moist forest floor.

Walking along the familiar Shunfeng Forest Road, the air in the swamp became more and more humid, with a mixed scent of rotten leaves and new fungi.

After walking for half a day and approaching the castle deep in the swamp, Arno keenly noticed that the forest seemed to have undergone new changes compared to the past.

A slight "puffing" sound and a rhythmic "buzzing" vibration replaced the previous silence.

He curiously parted a huge fern leaf, and the scene before him made him stop and open his mouth slightly.

In the relatively dry open space outside the castle, a "construction" project of a scale far beyond his imagination was underway.

A small slime, about the size of a fist and as clear as a piece of crystal jelly, was sitting steadily on the back of a beetle.

Its surface rippled slightly, waving its branches to release a soft glow.

Wherever the light shone, the moist mud on the ground seemed to be kneaded by invisible hands, quickly shaping, compressing, and hardening into regular mud bricks.

Then, it was pulled up by the growing and spreading roots, and stacked up precisely, layer by layer, to form... a wall!

It's actually building a wall!

And looking at the outline of the foundation, the scale of the wall...

Arno narrowed his eyes and estimated that it was clear that they were planning to build a huge fortress outside the castle that could accommodate the population of the small town!

He finally understood how the previous ruins had suddenly appeared in a few days.

No matter how many times you exclaim.

He was still shocked by the demon's power.

Just as Arno was staring in amazement, the little slime that had been quietly in his arms suddenly popped out of his breastplate.

Its jelly-like body bounced slightly up and down, and a simple and clear thought was transmitted directly into Arno's mind:

"come in."

After leaving these three words, the little guy landed lightly on the ground and no longer paid any attention to Arno.

It jumped twice, and immediately a patrolling beetle guard quickly crawled over.

The little slime skillfully jumped onto the beetle's broad carapace and sat firmly like a little knight.

The beetle immediately spread out its six legs, carrying it on its back, and joined the busy wall-building army not far away, becoming another diligent little dot on the construction site.

Arno stood there blankly, holding the clay pot, looking at the busy yet orderly expansion scene in front of him, like ants moving house. It took him a while to come back to his senses.

"I'm here, boss."

He walked towards the castle entrance.

On the oak watchtower, a group of slimes, like a true lord, was overlooking the entire fortress construction site from the highest point of the territory.

Chen Yu's gaze only stayed on Arno for a moment before he shifted his attention and began to secretly plan in his mind.

For the second phase of the Swamp Castle project, he planned to enclose an area of ​​land equivalent to six football fields to build a larger fortress that could accommodate more monsters.

The oak trees in the north are sparse and there is plenty of sunlight, so he decided to cut down all the oak trees there and open up a piece of farmland to provide feed for breeding monsters.

The west side needs to guard against the invasion of other swamp monsters, and can be used as a training ground and living nest for the monster army.

The south has dense oak trees and a humid environment, making it suitable for cultivating mushroom farms and monster breeding farms.

This will be an important food production base for the monster army in the future. It can also produce expensive materials such as moonlight moss for trading with demihumans.

As for the east side, he hadn't figured out what to do yet, so he simply planned to build a few cabins and then leave them empty.

Maybe it will come in handy in the future.

Chapter 61 You are the Lord of the Swamp, right?

In the familiar camp, Arno felt his right hand itchy and felt a little uneasy.

Suddenly he felt a prying gaze coming from the swamp. It was the little crocodile floating in the water and peeking at him.

The man and the crocodile stared at each other, their eyes wide open, and then they both looked away in fear.

Both sides seemed to have misunderstood something.

After Chen Yu slid down the slime channel, Arno hurriedly stood up to greet the young boss and placed the pottery jar and straw paper in his arms on the stone table.

"Boss, Miss Sergash asked me to bring these to you. I heard from the lizardmen in the tribe that she and that brave lizardwoman lady went to the snowy mountains before the rainstorm."

Chen Yu jumped over, decomposed a group of small slimes working outside, and secreted a new group of small slimes that jumped into Arno's arms for communication.

"A letter from Segash?"

Speaking of which, he hadn't seen this stupid shaman for a long time since she left the territory.

Of course, the encirclement and suppression of the corrupted lizardmen does not count, after all, he never showed up.

While Arno helped to unfold the straw paper, Chen Yu looked down curiously.

On the rough straw paper pressed with tough aquatic grass fibers, a few lines of subhuman characters were crookedly written in charcoal, and a small smiley face was drawn next to it - it looked a bit like a ball of malnourished slime.

The content of the letter is simple:

"Your Excellency the Envoy:"

"Gray Gravel Crystal is for you."

"Segash is weak, become stronger!"

"I'm going to the snowy mountains with my sister and will be back soon."

"——Segash"

Chen Yu blinked his eyes and after reading the crooked small words on it, he suddenly missed this idiot.

I miss the night when I enjoyed delicious food with her.

If Sergash could come back once, he would definitely be surprised by the changes in the territory.