Slime Immortal

No wonder goblins don't dare to approach this forest.

I'm afraid that as soon as I take a step forward, I'll be whipped by the tree man and spin like a top.

Soon, under the leadership of old Bloom, they passed through a dense forest and the view suddenly opened up.

This is a small basin located at the bottom of a gentle slope in the forest.

The sun shone down unhindered, illuminating the neatly cultivated woodlands and farmhouses surrounded by flowers.

Between the ridges of the fields, you can see more small gray-green figures busy at work. Some are loosening the soil with small wooden hoes, some are picking the orange rhizomes growing under the luminous mushrooms, and some are gathering together, weaving exquisite straw baskets or vine ornaments with their dexterous fingers.

It is quiet and peaceful here, like a paradise.

Old Bloom took Arthur through the vibrant woods and fields to a farmhouse built of logs and huge mushroom canopies at the edge of the basin.

There is a small yard around the farmhouse, enclosed by vines, where some common herbs and a few plants with exotic little flowers are planted.

"The place is simple, don't mind."

Old Bloom pushed open the door woven with flexible rattan. "There's an empty room inside. It's quite clean. You can rest first."

"I guess Lady Viola is aware of your arrival. If nothing unexpected happens, she will invite you and the Slime Lord to have a chat tomorrow."

Old Bloom gave a few instructions and left with his pitchfork, probably to appease the villagers or report to the tree spirit lord.

Arthur walked into the simple but neat empty farmhouse, leaving the burning warhorse in the yard.

He sat on a low stool made of a giant dried mushroom and carefully placed the little slime on a small wooden table covered with clean moss.

"Your Majesty, what should I do next?"

Chen Yu jumped around and looked around curiously, and finally jumped back into his hand, swaying and thinking with a bad mind.

"Arthur, don't you think this place is interesting? If you can meet the Dryad Lord, you might get something unexpected."

"We might even find a way to cause some trouble for the Goblin Army."

Arthur nodded.

"Your Majesty said so."

While he was still thinking about escaping, His Majesty had already come up with a plan to deal with the goblins.

Such wisdom... impressed him.

It seems he still has a lot to learn.

Chapter 104 Wild Boar King Attacks!

West Marsh, wet.

A shiny beetle was crawling grunting over the slippery roots of an old tree.

The tree roots were covered with a thick green blanket, which caused the barbs on the beetle's "little shell" limbs to slip a little, and it almost fell.

It climbed and climbed, and finally got out of this old forest that was always shrouded in fog.

The light became a little brighter, although the sky was still gray.

But the land under his feet was obviously much drier and harder, no longer the kind of muddy pond that would squirt out black water as soon as he stepped on it.

Xiao Ke stretched his legs comfortably.

Just then, a mixture of the smell of rotten fish, smelly sweat and burnt hair suddenly rushed into its sensory organs.

It looked up in fear and saw a stinking fortress located on the relatively dry and habitable high ground in front of it.

That is the territory of the Goblin Legion.

Xiao Ke shook his tentacles and decided to walk around to avoid being kicked by the goblins as if they were stones.

After it slipped away, a series of loud screams soon rang out in the relatively open clearing outside the fortress.

"Pull tight, idiot! Left, left!"

"It's about to run away, shoot its legs, no, its butt!"

"Ouch-ouch—!"

A dozen well-equipped goblin warriors were frantically trying to tie up a furious monster with several tough vine ropes.

This is a wild boar king whose size is far beyond ordinary!

Its fur was an unhealthy gray-black color, rough as steel needles, and covered with mud and congealed dark red blood scabs.

The two huge curved fangs were like two unsheathed scimitars, flashing coldly in the dim light.

"Roar--!!!"

The wild boar king's eyes turned red, and he shook his head violently. His terrifying brute force instantly erupted, and the taut vine ropes made a "bang bang" sound of breaking under the heavy weight.

Several goblin warriors who were holding on to the ropes tightly felt an irresistible force coming, and were thrown out with screams, hitting the tree trunk like a broken sack.

Or even more unlucky, he would fall directly into the muddy puddle next to him, splashing a large amount of dirty water.

Once the restraints were loosened, the frenzied wild boar king went completely mad.

It growled, and its hooves as thick as pillars dug up large pieces of soil. Like an out-of-control heavy chariot, it rushed towards the remaining frightened goblins.

A small tree as thick as a bowl that was blocking its path was broken in half.

"Run!"

"Grush is above!"

"My new leather armor!"

The goblins were so scared that they were pissing and shitting, throwing away their weapons and armor, and wishing they had two more legs. The scene was in extreme chaos.

"Humph!"

At this moment, a dull hum like thunder sounded.

A tall and strong figure suddenly appeared right in front of the wild boar king's charging path.

He didn't even adopt any defensive posture, just stood there casually with his arms hanging naturally.

Bugbear malleus.

He was two heads taller than the tallest goblin, wearing only a heavy leather skirt with his upper body naked, exuding an explosive sense of power.

The giant mace covered with spikes and dark red blood scabs lay casually on the ground at his feet.

Facing the charging wild boar king, Hammerbone's giant hands shot out like lightning and firmly grasped the roots of the wild boar king's two huge fangs.

Press down.

The wild charge came to an abrupt end!

The wild boar king dug the ground with his four hooves frantically, mud splashed everywhere, and he let out a deafening roar. His red eyes stared at the "little guy" who was blocking his way.

However, no matter how hard it exerted, the two fangs that were powerful enough to break trees were like welded iron pillars in Hammerus's hands, and did not move at all.

His feet sank deep into the mud, but his massive frame remained steady as a rock.

"waste."

The malleus commented hummingly.

After a brief moment of silence, the surviving goblins around burst into earth-shattering screams and cheers:

"Lord Hammerbone is mighty!"

"Too strong! As expected of the leader of the Rock Crushing Tribe!"

"The Boar King is like a bug in Lord Hammerbone's hands!"

"Lord Malleus! Lord Malleus!"

Hammerus turned a deaf ear to the flattery around him. He tensed the muscles in his arms and pressed down with all his might.

"Crack!"

The wild boar king let out a shrill, distorted howl, and his huge head was forced down, almost touching the ground.

Its front legs softened and its huge body fell to its knees with a thud, leaving only its hind legs twitching and struggling unconsciously. The arrogance it had just had was gone.

"Tie them up."

Hammerus loosened his grip and brushed off the pig hair and mud that had gotten on him.

The goblins immediately took thicker ropes and chains and hurriedly tied up the wild boar king, who had completely lost the ability to resist.

Behind Hammerbone, a goblin shaman leaning on a bone staff carefully walked around the mess on the ground and came over.

He had a fawning smile on his face.

"Lord Hammerus, your strength is so impressive that even giants can't help but admire it. However, I have to tell you some bad news..."

He rubbed his hands together and lowered his voice.

"Bonebreaker and Venomfang, who were sent to explore the eastern swamp, have lost contact. It seems that there are indeed unknown dangers hidden in that place."

Hammer Bone heard this and hummed, "Danger? Since you can't handle it, I'll go and crush it myself."

As he spoke, he bent down and picked up his terrible mace.

"Master Hammerbone, you can't leave now!"

The shaman was so frightened that he almost jumped up, and quickly opened his thin arms to try to stop him, and urged anxiously:

"Captain of the Broken Tooth Legion was preparing for war against the Underdark, intending to capture more slaves to mine ore during the summer. He has now left..."

A trace of annoyance appeared on Hammer Bone's face, like a tied-up beast that could clearly see its prey jumping in front of it but couldn't pounce on it.

He snorted heavily, and two streams of air came out of his nostrils: "It's in the way."

He looked around, his eyes sweeping over the goblin warriors who were still cheering. Finally, his gaze fell back on the flattering face of the shaman beside him, and then looked at the wild boar king who was tied up tightly on the ground.

He stretched out his huge palm and easily picked up the skinny shaman as if he were picking up a chicken.

"Since I can't go..."

Hammerbone hummed as he spoke, then swung his arm and threw the shaman onto the boar king's broad back amidst his terrified screams.

"Ouch?!"