Slime Immortal

"A trap? Scarface, you're more courageous than a goblin's asshole. Can you eat the president's words?"

"Think about it, how much is the head of 'Miracle' Arno worth? Think about the gold coins he has on him. That's enough for my brother and I to clear our names and return to the kingdom to live comfortably for the rest of our lives."

"It's a thousand times better than living in this damn place in fear. President? Fuck the president! The one who gets the gold coins is the real president!"

"As for the risks... Ha, Scarface, you know who we are. For people like us who live in the gutter, every mission we carry out is risk-free. Failure is inevitable. We might as well take this opportunity to make a fortune and retire early."

"And that guy fled into the 'Swamp Fog Area', thinking he was safe hiding in the fog. Stupid! That place is a natural hunting ground for thieves."

"A knight's squire wouldn't frighten you, would he?"

Scarface thought about the bright prospects Jimmy had described, and his Adam's apple rolled. He gritted his teeth and said fiercely:

"You're right, damn it!"

"Walk."

Like ghosts, the two men silently merged into the shadows of the passage again and sneaked towards the ominous fog area.

Shortly after they disappeared, two other figures emerged from the fork in the road on the other side of the passage.

A tall and straight figure, wearing light leather armor that is convenient for movement, with long brown chestnut hair tied behind her head, is Alice.

She was accompanied by an equally capable young adjutant, Karen.

Karen looked in the direction where the thief disappeared, with a hint of surprise and emotion on his face:

"That brat Arno is so powerful now, he dares to challenge the mad dogs of 'Rusty Key' single-handedly?"

Alice's eyes were as calm as water.

"People always change, but courage alone is not enough. He needs to be able to lure the snake out of its hole and kill it."

"But 'Rusty Key' can't even control his own men, allowing them to go out and seek death. It seems they're rotten to the core too."

Karen asked, "Arno has entered the foggy area and is being targeted by the rats from the 'Rusty Key'. He's probably in danger. Should we…"

Alice stepped forward, her target also being the swirling fog.

"Follow him and see, 'Weasel' Moriarty. It's very likely that our wanted target is also targeting him."

Deep in the dungeon fog area.

White mist filled the air.

Arno leaned against a huge, cold mushroom rock and, following his boss' instructions, carefully placed the last small white stone with strange patterns carved on it in several specific crevices of the rock.

Then prepare to return to where you started.

But as soon as he turned around, he saw a tall black shadow emerging from the fog.

It was a fortress.

In just over ten minutes, a small fortress built of mud, rocks, fungi, wood and vines suddenly rose from the mud.

Although it was just a temporary fortress that was not very solid, the speed of its construction was simply astonishing.

"Yano, are you done with the little gadget I asked you to set up?"

Arno came back to his senses from his daze and quickly pointed to a few places around him: "Okay, okay, everything is placed where you said."

"Boss, this... is this a magic circle?"

Magic circles are rare, and he was extremely curious, staring at the fortress and the places where the stones were buried.

Chen Yu did not answer, but placed four gray gravel spirit stones into a reserved groove in the center of the fortress.

"Om-!"

A low humming sounded, as if coming from underground.

In an instant, the rune-carved array bases placed by Arno on the ground around the fortress lit up at the same time.

Outside the fortress, the already thick white fog seemed to be attracted by something and rushed towards the magic circle frantically.

The concentration of the fog doubled instantly, turning into a thick wall of fog that could not be dissolved.

And inside the fog wall.

The fog in the fortress itself and the core area where Arno was located was rapidly dissipating and becoming thinner at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Within a few breaths, the vision within a dozen meters around the fortress became clear, as if there was an invisible cover that isolated the deadly fog outside, leaving only the clarity inside.

“This…this is amazing!”

Arno was completely stunned, his mouth opened so wide that a duck egg could fit in.

"Wuhu, it's done."

"Everything is ready. Now we just have to wait for the thieves to come and patronize us."

"Boss, is this a defensive fortification to resist thieves' attacks?"

"What fortifications? This is a small dark room prepared for them."

"A small dark room?"

Chapter 81 Devil, this is a devil!

Dungeon fog area.

Alice and Karen stopped behind a relatively dry mushroom rock at the edge of the fog area.

Karen frowned, his eyes trying to penetrate the milky white wall of fog. He lowered his voice, his tone full of obvious confusion.

"Sir, this damn place is full of fog and poisonous insects. It's perfect for stealthy thieves."

"What's that kid Arno thinking? Hiding here is just like walking into a trap, isn't it?"

"Should we follow in?"

Alice's gaze was as calm as water, as if it could see through the thick fog.

"Karen, since he dared to use himself as bait to lure the 'Rusty Key', he must have some other ideas. Beneath his reckless appearance, perhaps he has hidden calculations that we haven't seen through."

"As for following him in, there's no need. This is the thieves' home turf. Moriarty might be hiding somewhere. We just need to wait here and close the net."

"Understood, sir."

Karen took a deep breath of the moldy mist and nodded. He gripped the sword at his waist tightly and sighed slightly in his heart.

Arno, you kid, you're hiding in such a damn place, you'd better wish for good luck.

In thick fog.

Scarface and Jimmy had already sneaked some distance in the fog.

"Jimmy, do you...do you feel that this fog...seems thicker than before? It's almost like a wall."

"Indeed, be careful, this Arno might have other tricks up his sleeve."

Jimmy licked his dry lips, his vigilance growing.

The two walked in the mushroom forest. The huge pale mushroom trees were like silent giants, casting twisted and grotesque shadows in the thick fog.

The surroundings were eerily quiet, with only the sound of their heavy breathing and the mud being stomped on.

I don’t know how long I walked, maybe only a dozen minutes, maybe a century, but the scenery around me didn’t seem to change at all.

"Something's wrong...Jimmy, something's really wrong!" Scarface's voice was filled with obvious panic. He stopped and pointed at a strangely shaped fungus tree next to him with a huge purple tumor on the top.

"This damn tree! Didn't we just pass by it three times?!"

Jimmy also stopped and his face turned ugly.

He looked around, and all he saw was the same pale color, as if it had never changed.

A cold fear crawled up my spine.

"Damn it! I've been tricked. It must be that guy's doing. A magic circle, definitely a magic circle! Quick! Go back!"

The two turned around in a hurry and stumbled trying to return along the same route.

But the moment they turned around——

A sudden change occurred!

The thick fog before my eyes was like a stage curtain, rapidly retreating to both sides without any warning.

The vision suddenly broadens.

A shabby little fortress built of mud bricks, rough mushroom tree trunks and tough vines, as if emerging from the ground, stood abruptly in the open space less than ten steps in front of the two people.

The fortress was crooked, with mud and moss filling the cracks, giving it a sense of haste and sloppiness, but in this environment, its very appearance was terrifying.

"What the hell is this?!"

Scarface's eyes almost popped out.

Jimmy was also dumbfounded.

"Fort...fortress? Who builds a house in the foggy area of ​​the dungeon?"

"Or is this a hidden area?"

They cautiously looked towards the broken door of the fortress. Through the crack in the door, Jimmy saw a corner inside the fortress, where it seemed... there seemed to be a box.

"Treasure...treasure chest?"

"Scarface, look! It's a treasure chest! Could this... could this be a hidden room in the dungeon that we stumbled upon by accident?!"

A huge sense of surprise and absurdity hit the two of them.

Was this an ambush set by Arno, or were they lucky?

Who would build a fort in a foggy area?

Could it be an ancient relic?

The two looked at each other, and for safety reasons, they suppressed their excitement and carefully circled around several times, trying to eliminate possible traps.

Even consider preparing a retreat route.

However, these ruins seemed to be protected by a magic circle. Every time they tried to escape, they would inexplicably return to their starting place every time they went deeper into the fog.

They were locked up in here.