Slime Immortal

In Grimlin's eyes, this skeleton knight exuding the breath of death is undoubtedly the most terrifying invader.

Arthur was even more embarrassed.

He tried to raise his hands to show that he meant no harm, but this action made the Grimlins think that he was going to attack. They immediately let out even more terrified screams and huddled even tighter, holding their heads.

At this extremely delicate moment, a roar with a strong local accent came from the depths of the forest.

"Oh, damn it! What an unlucky day today is! How did the evil undead from the Underdark get lost and end up here?"

Accompanied by the sound of hurried footsteps, a figure rushed over quickly and stood in front of the trembling Grimlins.

The man who came...or rather, the "bone", was wearing a coarse linen suit, a worn wide-brimmed straw hat tilted on his head, and a pitchfork tightly grasped in his hand.

The most eye-catching thing is that what is revealed under his straw hat is a skull with the same grayish-white luster.

In the empty eye sockets, two gentle flames of the soul were beating.

"Quick! Get behind old Bloom, little ones!"

The skeleton farmer who called himself Bloom waved his pitchfork and shouted to the Grimlin behind him.

The Grimlings, as if they had been pardoned, immediately crawled behind him and grabbed his muddy trouser legs tightly.

Bloom then pointed the tip of his pitchfork at Arthur and shouted in a warning tone: "Listen, you lost big man, no matter which grave you crawled out of, you are not welcome here."

"Go back to where you came from."

Arthur: "..."

He was actually scolded by an undead.

Just as Arthur was silent, not knowing what to do, a slime head popped out of his chest.

Chapter 103: Dryad Lord Viola

Slime?

Old Bloom instantly imagined the knight's evil thoughts.

He actually wanted to use a weak and helpless slime to threaten him.

"Shameless, really shameless!"

Old Bloom's voice rose in anger, and the tip of his pitchfork trembled with anger.

"Don't be afraid, little one. Come to Old Bloom. I'm here. This big guy can't hurt you."

As soon as Chen Yu woke up, he heard this cry full of justice.

He raised his eyes, first looking confusedly at the skeleton farmer waving his pitchfork excitedly, then looked up at Arthur's silent appearance.

What kind of game is this?

"Arthur, did you scare the kid?"

Arthur clarified awkwardly.

"Your Majesty, I hold no ill will towards them..."

"He spoke! He spoke!"

A Grimling hiding behind old Bloom's trouser legs exclaimed softly, his clear amber eyes filled with wonder, and his fear seemed to subside a little.

Several other little guys also secretly poked their heads out.

Old Bloom was also stunned and stopped waving his pitchfork.

The soul fire in his eye sockets stabilized a little, and he looked at Arthur carefully again.

This guy looks dull and does not seem like those low-level undead whose only instinct is killing.

Old Bloom lowered his pitchfork.

"Uh... young undead, I don't care which cemetery you crawled out of, but this is the Rootwhisper Forest, the territory protected by Lady Viola."

"You'd better behave yourself and don't try to cause trouble here, otherwise the tree spirit will not show you mercy."

The Dryad Lord Viola?

That mysterious creature that is said to coexist with the ancient forest, possessing powerful natural magic and a long lifespan?

It also takes in the strange-looking Skeleton Farmer and Grimlin.

This place was much more interesting than he had imagined.

How does Arthur manage to find himself in such a magical place every time he gets lost?

He decided to try to get in touch with this unknown natural force.

Arthur received the will of "His Majesty", slowly straightened his back, and solemnly performed a standard knight's salute.

His voice was hoarse and solemn.

"Respected Mr. Bloom, please allow me to clarify. My name is Knight Arthur. The one on my chest is the legal lord of East Marsh and the monarch to whom I swear allegiance."

"We were chasing the goblins who were desecrating nature and accidentally got lost, which led us here. We meant no offense to Lord Viola."

"Please, Mr. Bloom, show us the way back to East Swamp. I would be grateful."

Slime Lord? Your Majesty?

The soul fire in old Bloom's eye sockets stopped and shook, and he subconsciously thought he had heard it wrong.

That expression seemed to say, fellow undead, are you kidding me?

A powerful and well-equipped Undead Knight respectfully addressed a slime as "Your Majesty"...

Oh my god, this is even more outrageous than if he could grow dancing carrots.

"Pfft..."

Hiding in the Grimlin behind him, a little fellow couldn't help but let out a faint laugh while covering his mouth.

Although the others were still a little scared, they looked at Arthur with less fear in their eyes.

Arthur still maintained his saluting posture, not thinking there was anything wrong with it, and his tone was extremely serious.

"Please show me the way, Mr. Bloom. Thank you."

"You said you were from the East Marsh?" asked old Bloom suddenly.

In his memory, before the last winter, the East Swamp was still a barren land where minerals were too lazy to grow and even goblins were unwilling to occupy it.

"That's right." Arthur replied affirmatively.

Old Bloom was silent.

He remembered that there had indeed been a group of goblins moving frequently towards the east recently, and their whereabouts were mysterious.

The soul fire in his eye sockets flickered a few times, and I don't know what he was thinking.

"Ahem..."

Old Bloom cleared his nonexistent throat and said to the Grimlins behind him, "Alright, alright, little guys, it's okay."

"They are not bad people. Go back to the village first and tell old Grendel that there are guests, but don't scare others."

The Grimlins seemed to be pardoned, and curiously glanced at Arthur and the slime on his chest, then they quickly dived into the bushes like a group of frightened birds and disappeared.

After watching them leave safely, old Bloom turned to Arthur and his tone softened a lot.

"Um...Mr. Arthur, right?" He confirmed the name.

"Yes, old sir." Arthur nodded.

"Very good, Mr. Arthur."

Old Bloom hefted his pitchfork over his shoulder and pointed deeper into the forest.

"The Rootwhisper forest isn't very close to the East Swamp. Even if I showed you the way, you, a big fellow, would be wandering around in an unfamiliar forest with... uh... this 'lord'. I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to get out before dark, and it would be troublesome if you encountered any blind goblins."

"How about this, you and this Slime Lord, come back to the farmhouse with me to rest for a while."

Arthur didn't answer immediately, but habitually lowered his head and looked at the slime on his chest.

The little slime flicked lightly against his breastplate.

"can."

"Where there are Grimlins and Dryads, there's naturally a strong faith and not much danger. It's a good opportunity to see what Lady Viola's territory looks like."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Arthur responded respectfully in a low voice, then turned to old Bloom and said solemnly, "Thank you for the invitation, Mr. Bloom. We are sorry to bother you."

Old Bloom coughed dryly as he watched Arthur maintain a respectful attitude towards the slime.

"Ahem...you're welcome, follow me."

On the way, Arthur followed the instructions of "His Majesty" and spoke slowly.

"Mr. Bloom, the Lady Viola you mentioned... is a Dryad Lord? From what I understand, Dryads have always lived in seclusion, coexisting with ancient giant trees. They rarely offer protection to outsiders, let alone establish territories."

Old Bloom, carrying a pitchfork, walked in front and just chuckled when he heard this.

"Who knows? Just like this forest, there live an old skeleton like me who knows how to farm, and a young skeleton like you who recognizes a slime as your lord. There are so many strange things happening."

"It's enough to know that Lady Viola is willing to take us in and give us a peaceful piece of land to farm and live on."

As soon as he finished speaking, several ordinary-looking large oak trees nearby suddenly seemed to come alive, and the rough bark on the trunks squirmed.

Several thick "branches" slowly stretched out, like the arms of a sleeping giant raised when he just woke up.

"Go! Go! Go!"

Old Bloom waved his pitchfork as if to shoo away chickens.

"These are guests. Don't scare them. Go back to your posts, you playful little guys."

The oak tree paused, and the outstretched "branches" swayed somewhat dissatisfiedly before slowly retracting.

Tree man?

There are still so many living tree people.

Chen Yu suddenly realized.