Slime Immortal

The mud spots slowly slid down Earl Bran's disheveled feathers. His stiff neck clicked and he turned with difficulty to look at the fallen oak tree.

If that blow had hit it, it would have been torn to pieces.

Looking down at the little slime at his feet that was still blinking innocent eyes, Earl Bran jumped up in fright and landed on a stone.

It shuddered, its feathers trembling, and covered its mouth with its black feather wings, coughing softly:

"Ahem, well...Mr. Slime is indeed worthy of being the lord of this swamp. He has some of the demeanor of this earl in his youth. Now that we've met..."

"This Earl has remembered that there are several important matters concerning the survival of the world that need to be dealt with in the territory, so I will not disturb you! Arthur! Squire! Let's go!"

It flapped its wings and tried to escape, but was caught steadily by a hand covered in rusty iron armor and put back on the shoulder armor.

Lord Bran was horrified to find that his knight squire not only did not move, but instead knelt on one knee and performed a standard and rigid knightly salute towards the city wall.

A hoarse but remarkably firm voice came from under the helmet:

"Knight Arthur, meet the Lord of the Swamp, Nature's Folk."

"Hey! Hey!! You stubborn ass, why don't you listen to my advice? This slime is too weird. What if it's a demon in slime skin? I guarantee it will even steal your soul."

"Listen to this earl, you can't control it..."

Earl Bran was still chattering. On the dark city wall, Chen Yu looked at the two guys who suddenly broke into the territory with curiosity.

Death and doom.

Wow, what an unlucky combination.

This knight is indeed the undead ghost that caused trouble for the thieves that day. What the hell is this crow? There is black smoke floating on its feathers.

It looked like some kind of burnt monster.

I don't know what it tastes like...

"Who are you, where do you live, and what is your purpose for coming here?"

Who knows why this undead suddenly came to his territory? What if it was fighting for territory?

Yes, maybe they are here to seize territory.

Hearing the question, Lord Bran glanced at the slime on the city wall.

Asking about the origin? This is his specialty!

Thinking of those "glorious deeds", it instantly threw away the fear just now, and vanity prevailed.

"Ahem... That's a long story. This Earl and Arthur's followers came all the way from that dark and gloomy place, enduring numerous dangers and risking their lives."

"With the Earl's wisdom and the battle-hardened bravery of Arthur's entourage, we defeated giants as tall as mountains, mad wizards who brought death and plague, and monsters rumored to be able to blend into the shadows... and finally met the legendary Swamp Lord."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk. You probably can't imagine how huge that giant's sword is. When it spins, it brings with it gusts of deadly wind..."

Arthur knelt in silence.

If he remembered correctly, the giant named "Mill" was indeed very tall, and the four huge swords creaked when they were swung, and almost chopped him away.

The appetite is astonishingly large, filled with wheat flour and dirty mice...

Chen Yu listened carefully.

You know what, this crow really makes sense when he brags. The monsters that are rumored to be able to blend into the shadows are just those desperate thieves with the "Rusty Key".

This little mouth...it would be a shame if he didn't become a bard.

The silent Arthur spoke at the right time.

"Lord of the swamp, vassal of nature... Knight Arthur, come on a pilgrimage."

"Please tell me the details of the trial."

Nature's family?

Are you referring to him?

How come another person treats him as a natural relative?

Sergash is a stupid shaman. It’s okay for him to admit his mistakes, but how can he admit his mistakes even to the undead?

Maybe his brain is broken.

That doesn't seem right.

The bodies of the dead are decayed, so where does their brain come from...

If you think about it tolerantly, it's a miracle that this knight still has any wisdom. We really can't expect him to make any correct judgments.

"There are no trials here, you can go back."

Chen Yu always felt that these two guys were looking for excuses to fight for territory.

Which good man came all the way here from some dark place, suddenly to make a pilgrimage to nature's family.

The one who said this was an undead.

suspicious.

Very suspicious.

Hearing Chen Yu's expulsion, Earl Bran secretly rejoiced.

"Ha! This Earl is not interested in any territory. Since Your Excellency is not in a position to receive guests, follow me and leave."

It pretended to be arrogant and was about to flap its wings to fly away, but saw Arthur still half-kneeling on the ground in silence, with no intention of getting up.

"Arthur? Oh, my poor squire, his legs are numb from kneeling. Let's give him some time to get up."

It kept giving the knight glances, anxiously suggesting that he run.

"Thank you, Count, my legs are not numb."

Arthur responded to Lord Bran's concern seriously and honestly.

"I'm just waiting for the messenger to tell me the content of the trial."

If he had hands, Earl Bran would have wanted to slap himself on the forehead.

It covered its head with its wings to prevent the guy opposite from seeing its embarrassment.

Nonsense, you're just a skeleton, how can your legs be numb?

This Earl is asking you to run!

Arthur, this stubborn knight, really believed in natural favors and trials.

How could nature possibly favor an undead soul and give it trials sufficient to achieve transformation?

Lord Bran suddenly felt a great deal of pressure. How could he have recruited such a foolish knight?

No, he seemed to have no heart and no eyes.

Never mind, never mind, it’s Earl Bran, the most patient and magnanimous person in the world.

"Ahem, Lord of the Swamp, this Earl wants to discuss something with you..."

Earl Bran flew up to the city wall, and after confirming that Chen Yu would not suddenly attack, he approached him and whispered, regardless of whether he disliked it or not:

"Your Excellency has seen that this squire of mine is a stubborn person. He heard from somewhere that as long as one passes the test of nature, one will gain nature's favor."

"If you don't tell him the content of the trial, this guy could kneel in your territory for a year. You don't want to be guarded by an undead every day when you go out, right? That would be so creepy."

"Even if it's fabricated...get rid of him quickly."

After saying that, it winked at Chen Yu.

Chen Yu noticed that several beetles were hiding behind the rocks, peeking at this side timidly.

Come to think of it, the little guys still need to continue building their territory.

Let this guy stay here, who will dare to go out in the future?

A sudden flash of inspiration came to his mind.

An idea came into his mind.

Chen Yu forced a serious expression, and his chubby body was posed in the posture of a lord.

"Knight Arthur, you've arrived just in time."

"Just to the west of the swamp territory, a group of demon descendants from hell are wandering around and occupying the rich dungeon."

"The very existence of these filthy creatures on this land is an insult to nature."

"Go ahead and destroy them."

Lord Bran was stunned.

Evil, Devil's Descendant?!

This slime is too cruel!

Chapter 63 Because of loyalty!

But it seems to work.

Arthur really believed it.

Lord Bran was overjoyed and leaned close to Chen Yu, saying in a low voice, "Speak more, Your Excellency."

Chen Yu thought about it, then said seriously:

"Go, fearless knight!"

"In the name of nature, purify that polluted land and drive those filthy offspring of hell back to where they belong. This is... the test nature has bestowed upon you!"

The soul fire beneath Arthur's helmet instantly erupted with an unprecedentedly blazing light! He stood up abruptly, his rusted armor making a teeth-grinding clang. His right hand pounded heavily on his left breastplate, producing a dull thud.

"In the name and glory of knighthood! Follow your mission! Purify the filth and expel the filthy!"

"Okay, well said!"

Lord Bran flew onto Arthur's shoulders, chest puffed and head held high.

"You are just a descendant of the devil. With the wisdom of this earl, I can help you pass the trial smoothly."

"Squire, go forward and destroy those damned demons that seek to defile nature."