Slime Immortal

Chen Yu came out to find out what was going on. After finally jumping onto the city wall, he saw Earl Bran rushing back as if he was running for his life.

"Your Majesty, it's not good!"

"Outside, there's only a wild boar outside! Wow, what a big wild boar..."

"Wild boar? How big can it be?"

Chen Yu let out a bubble of confusion.

In his opinion, no matter how big the wild boars in the swamp are, they are at most the size of ordinary domestic pigs.

"It's huge, taller than the Tree Hall! Like a moving city wall!"

Seeing how frightened Lord Bran is, it doesn't seem fake.

Chen Yu also became curious and looked in the direction of the sound. Earl Bran shrank timidly behind Chen Yu, only daring to stick out half of his head.

"Boom boom boom!!!"

After a while, in the swamp forest in the distance, it was like a prehistoric giant beast was rampaging. Trees as thick as bowls were easily broken and knocked away like toothpicks, mud splashed everywhere, and smoke and dust filled the air.

Along with the sound of trees breaking and decaying, there was a scream that was getting closer and closer.

“Ahhhh——!!”

"Help! Stop! You stupid pig!!!"

Immediately afterwards, a huge monster suddenly rushed out from the dense forest.

hiss.

This time, Earl Bran's description was not exaggerated at all.

This wild boar king was as tall as a fortress wall. Its rough gray-black fur was like a heavy armor, covered with mud and broken leaves. Its two huge curved fangs flashed with ferocity, and its red eyes were filled with only a violent desire for destruction.

Every step it took made the ground tremble, it was like a moving mountain of flesh.

On the back of this "meat mountain", a skinny goblin shaman was tossing up and down like a rag doll in the wind, tightly grabbing the steel-needle mane on the wild boar king's neck and howling like a pig being slaughtered.

Behind them, there were more than a dozen panting goblin warriors with crooked helmets and armor. They were waving their weapons to drive away the buzzing poisonous bees around them, while desperately chasing them and shouting in meaningless goblin language. The scene was extremely chaotic.

It’s these green-skinned short winter melons again.

Chen Yu understood instantly that it was the goblin army's doing.

Last time, sending a small team to die was not enough, this time they directly sent siege beasts.

"attack!"

On the city wall, the stinging bee soldiers immediately buzzed, and a rain of black needles shot towards the Wild Boar King.

Ding-ding-dang-dang...Puff-puff-puff...

The poison needles hit the wild boar king's skin, which was as hard as stone. Most of them bounced off directly, and the few that penetrated were just enough to tickle the wild boar king.

The wild boar king shook his huge head and sneezed loudly, spraying the shaman on his back with smelly snot, and his red eyes locked on the city wall.

"Gah! It's no use!"

The shaman wiped the pig snot off his face. Instead of being annoyed, he excitedly waved his bone staff and poked the pig's neck hard.

"Idiot! Hit it and break it!"

"Roar!"

The wild boar king let out an eardrum-shattering roar, and dug the ground with all four hooves, crashing into the city wall like an out-of-control mudslide.

Boom!

The muffled sound made people's ears numb.

But the city wall only shook slightly and there was no damage. It was as hard as a whole piece of solid rock.

"Uh……"

The shaman was shocked, but he didn't care about the dizziness. He blinked his eyes hard and stared at the city wall without even a scratch on it.

The joy on his face seemed frozen.

...didn't move?

He was a little confused. This was not what he had imagined.

But he soon found a reason - he must not have hit her hard enough.

"Idiot! Haven't you eaten? Hit me again, harder! For the Legion!"

He shouted at the top of his lungs, his eyes searching the city wall.

"Who is the lord here? That undead lord, get out here!"

"If you don't come out, the great warriors of the Goblin Legion will tear this pile of broken stones to the ground, pull you out and make you into an urn!"

His eyes swept across the top of the city wall and soon fell on the slime that looked frightened and the crow cowering behind it.

He ignored the slime and pointed at Earl Bran, screaming, "It's you, the black bird hiding behind the slime! Don't think I can't recognize you just because you're covered in bird feathers, Lord of the Dead. Reveal your true form!"

Being pointed at and scolded by a short, green-skinned person was such a great humiliation. Earl Bran was furious. He stuck his head out from behind Chen Yu and yelled back at the top of his voice:

"Gah! What are you so proud of, you stinky green dwarf? The great Slime Majesty is here, how can you be so presumptuous? Wait for His Majesty to take action... Uh, what are you going to do, Your Majesty?!"

Lord Bran's scream suddenly changed tone, filled with terror, because he saw the Slime Majesty beside him, and his gel body suddenly shrank like a spring filled with force.

Whoosh!

The green shell bounced high from the parapet, drawing a perfect parabola, aiming directly at the violent boar king below who was digging the ground and preparing for a second charge.

"Slime? Your Majesty?"

The shaman was then attracted by Earl Bran's scream, and looked in the direction he was going, just in time to see the green "cannonball" flying towards him.

He was stunned at first, then burst into an extremely unpleasant laugh: "Pfft! Hahaha, a slug... uh..."

But soon his sneer died away.

The green shell made a "pop" sound and hit the wild boar king's huge nose, which was breathing heavily with anger.

"Hum hum!!"

Suddenly, there was a slime on its nose that dared to challenge it.

This made the Wild Boar King almost crazy.

Its red eyes were instantly filled with bloodshot, and it let out a terrifying roar, and its huge head swung upwards with the momentum to destroy everything.

The slime was thrown into the air.

Two terrifying fangs that could pierce through rocks, with a scream that tore through the air, fiercely arched towards the green thing.

"For the Legion!!"

The shaman screamed in fear, clutching the pig bristles tightly with both hands, ready to watch the slime burst like a balloon.

However, the slime standing on the hot nose of the wild boar king ignored the two huge fangs that were poking at it with a fishy smell, and just stretched out its gel-like little hand, and with a "click", it gently tapped the bridge of the wild boar king's nose like ringing a doorbell.

【Qian Yuan Yun Ling Gong】

Beast dementia technique.

hum...

A spiritual light that blended the essence of life, like the first ray of ice water quietly melting in a swamp in early spring, flowed silently along the little gel hand and into the depths of the wild boar king's violent and chaotic brain.

A miracle happened.

The thing the wild boar king was swinging suddenly froze in mid-air, and the roar that could scare the goblins to pee their pants was instantly stuck, turning into a groan with confusion, bewilderment and a little bit of grievance.

The bloodshot in its eyes seemed to be wiped away by an invisible eraser; violence, anger, desire for destruction... these emotions disappeared without a trace.

Instead, there was a pure... dullness.

It's like asking.

Who am I? Where am I? Why does my nose feel cold and itchy?

This change, which was even more terrifying than the city wall not being knocked down, happened right under the shaman's nose.

Before the horror on his face could fully form, it was covered by a fear and confusion as if he had seen a ghost.

His super siege beast was touched on the nose by a slime... and it... turned stupid?!

Lord Bran flew over in shock, circling the boar king who had suddenly become "docile and harmless" twice, his eyes wide open.

Looking at Chen Yu who was safe and sound on the pig's nose, and then looking at the shaman on the pig's back with an expression as if he had swallowed a poisonous toad alive, he finally reacted a little and laughed arrogantly.

"Hahahaha! You green-skinned shorty, surrender quickly! Stop resisting!"

The shaman froze on the boar king's broad back, as if petrified.

"No... Impossible... My... My siege beast..."

His dry lips trembled and his voice was hoarse like a broken bellows.

"It's a hallucination...it must be a hallucination...it's necromancy! Yes, evil necromancy!"

"you……"

However, before he could finish, he was interrupted by the wild boar king's nasal "hum~" sound.

The huge beast seemed to find the coolness on its nose very comfortable, and even rubbed the city wall lightly as if to please it. It shook the shaman off its back, and he fell into the mud with a "plop".

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!"

The Goblin Shaman didn't care about his embarrassment. He climbed up using his hands and feet and tried to escape with a terrified expression.

He wants to escape from this perverted necromancer disguised as a slime.

Run away from this evil guy.

Chapter 107: Guard No. Peggy

After a while.

The goblin shaman and several goblins were beaten black and blue and tied to an oak tree.

"Ha! I'll let you be arrogant, I'll let you be arrogant, and you still dare to show off in front of this earl."