Slime Immortal

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Arthur didn't hesitate, he took the undead horse and continued to move towards the mountain.

He was not confused at all, but firmly believed that this was actually a trial.

The great Slime Majesty is testing his loyalty to nature.

He, Arthur Arevalo.

From beginning to end, the will never wavered.

Chapter 99: Rainy Night Invasion

As the night deepens, the swamp fortress shrouded in rain exudes warm light and a lively atmosphere.

Next to the castle, several sturdy oak trees cleverly intertwined and grew into a natural wooden house, which will serve as the future core hall of the Slime Kingdom.

A barbecue party is being held here to celebrate the completion of the fortress.

Dry firewood burned in the fire pit, dispelling the dampness and coldness of the rainy night.

A fat moss monster was being roasted on the fire, sizzling and emitting a unique smell mixed with earth and a slightly burnt smell.

"So...smells so good!"

Lord Bran sniffed the charcoal fire and its aroma, and paced anxiously, waiting for his moss monster to be cooked.

Soon, the little eyes stared at Xiao Ka who was eating happily at the side.

Lord Bran adjusted the feathers on his chest gracefully, suppressed his saliva, and tried hard to maintain his composure.

"Ahem, loyal and brave crocodile guard, this earl has noticed that you seem to have a special liking for this delicacy from the swamp."

"However, sharing is a virtue and the cornerstone of the kingdom's unity. Enjoying delicious food alone is definitely not the style of a noble... ahem, why not let this earl have a taste as well?"

As it spoke, it moved inconspicuously towards Xiao Ka.

Xiao Ka blinked his big wet eyes, looked at Earl Bran, and then looked at the fragrant moss meat in his claws.

It thought that Earl Bran was really hungry, and although he was a little reluctant, he still picked up the remaining meat and handed it to it carefully.

"Hahaha! Very good! Very good!"

Lord Bran ate quickly, swallowing and making an inarticulate announcement.

"This…this Earl declares…to formally recognize your loyalty and generosity as a guardian of the kingdom."

Xiao Ka looked at his empty paws, then at the Earl who was eating with relish, and his mouth was watering with greed, but another moss monster being roasted on the grill quickly attracted his attention.

Beautiful fantasies about food popped up in its mind.

This piece of meat... the Earl will probably share it with it...

On the other side, Arno was sweating profusely as he worked on the brass astronomical telescope he brought back from Emerald City.

He fumbled with the screws and adjusted the angle of the lens barrel, referring to a thick instruction manual filled with intricate drawings.

"…this knob…that buckle…damn, this thing is harder to tame than a rabid beast of burden."

Compared to Arno's busyness, Chen Yu was much more comfortable, lazily lying on a dry moss mat beside the fire pit.

He had just finished enjoying a small bag of magic organs brought back by Arno. With his round and full belly, he felt the warm energy flow in his body and squinted his eyes in satisfaction.

[Swallowing and Digesting Lv.6 → Lv.7]

Toxin Resistance Level 5 → Level 6

【Hallucinogenic Factor Lv.4→Lv.5】

【Magic Stripping Lv.3→Lv.4】

"Gulu..."

This is the power of money.

Simple and crude.

If I rely on myself to catch insects all over the mountains, I don’t know how long it will take to achieve this kind of improvement.

After lying there for a while, the rain seemed to stop, and Arno let out a low cry of excitement.

"Boss, it's done, I can see now!"

He finally succeeded in aiming the telescope at the rain-washed night sky outside the observation hole specially left in the wooden roof shed.

Chen Yu jumped over curiously and got in front of the eyepiece.

Outside the tree house, the rain had stopped and the clouds had drifted away, revealing a bright, dark blue moonlight.

In the field of vision, the originally blurry starry sky of the rainy night became a little clearer, and a few exceptionally bright stars seemed to be very close, shining with a cold light.

"Oh... a little brighter."

Chen Yu looked at it for a few seconds and then shrank back with lack of interest.

For foodies, no matter how bright the stars are, they are not as attractive as a piece of moss rich in magic.

Chen Yu originally wanted to return to the slime nest and bring Xiaohua to take a look.

Lord Bran looked up in confusion.

"Huh? This Earl seems to have heard the noisy sound of those poisonous bees."

"What are you doing up late at night?"

As it finished speaking, a faint buzzing sound came into the tree house, and now everyone could hear it.

It seems that the poisonous bees in the sentry tower are not very well behaved at night.

at this time.

"boom!"

A dull but penetrating explosion sounded from outside the northwest wall of the fortress.

"Hmm? The suicide bee soldiers are attacking?"

……

Go back in time a little.

In an unknown passage in the dungeon.

The darkness was as thick as solidified ink, with only a few flickering torches barely casting distorted and flickering yellow light and shadows on the moss-covered stone walls.

"stop."

A voice echoed in the narrow passage, and the light from the torches revealed an exceptionally sturdy goblin.

He was a head taller than the average goblin, with muscular build and rough dark green skin. He was wearing half a rusty iron armor and a polished scimitar and a thick wooden shield on his waist.

His name is "Broken Bones", and he is the leader of this elite reconnaissance team.

At this moment, his thick fingers were poking at a crude map drawn on some animal skin, pointing to a vague mark.

"This is it. Dig it up and you'll reach the depths of the East Swamp. Our new neighbor might be here."

"Hey! Hey!"

Several thin but strong goblin miners immediately stepped forward, raised their heavy pickaxes, and began to hammer hard at the obviously loose stone wall indicated by the map.

Gravel and dirt fell.

A few steps behind the miner stood a hunched figure.

He was wearing a tattered cloak made of various feathers, bones and shriveled poison sacs, and holding a bone staff in his hand. He was the goblin shaman "Venom Fang".

He cast a spell to dispel the poisonous fog around him, then his eyes fell on Broken Bones, and a sharp sound unique to goblins came from his throat.

"Broken Bones, are you sure? That damn place called East Swamp, besides mud, poisonous fog, and a few stupid crocodiles, could there be a powerful Undead Lord?"

He wouldn't even lift the broken bones.

"The undead knight who rode a bone horse and chopped down several of our patrols emerged from this swamp."

"Undead Lord, this is what Lord Hammerbone said himself. Before it gains a foothold, we can find out its details or confirm whether it really exists."

"It's only been one winter..."

Old Poison Fang smacked his lips. They hadn't been here for just one winter, and this place had been occupied by the Undead Lord. To be honest, he didn't quite believe it.

At this moment, there was a muffled "crash" sound!

Under the continuous hammering of the miners, the stone wall in front finally collapsed, leaving a hole barely big enough for the goblin to squeeze through.

A cold air filled with rotting plants and poisonous miasma suddenly rushed in.

"It's working!" the miner screamed excitedly.

Broken Bones pushed aside the miner who was blocking his way, crouched down and was the first to get out, his movements swift and alert.

The Venom Fang Shaman muttered to himself and followed closely behind.

Outside, there was dead silence and darkness.

By the light of the torches, the outlines of some collapsed houses could be seen in the darkness.

This is the abandoned village deep in the swamp.

"Bah! This damn place."

Bonebreaker spat, his eyes scanning the surroundings.

He made a gesture, and the goblin warriors behind him immediately filed out.

"Old Venom Fang, how are we going?"

The Venom Fang Shaman walked to the front of the group, raised his bone staff, and muttered something in a hissing whisper.

The surrounding poisonous miasma seemed to be pulled and fluctuated slightly, as if it was repelled by some force, forming a relatively thin passage in front of the team.

"Gruumsh's Refuge... barely enough to walk, watch your step."

The goblins bowed their heads and thanked Grush, the "Poison Plague", for his guidance.

Then he stepped into the passage where the poisonous fog was thin.