Slime Immortal.

Chapter 24 The Art of Hunting

He bent down and carefully crept forward for more than ten meters. The smell of blood became strong and pungent. Sergash pushed aside the wet fan-leaf bushes and the scene before him was shocking.

There were more than a dozen human corpses lying on the ground. Judging from the broken emblems, they seemed to be adventurers hired by a caravan.

A notched two-handed sword, a broken spear handle, or a round wooden shield covered with cheap cowhide... these equipment scattered on the ground also confirmed their identity as adventurers.

The worn and threadbare mail on their bodies was now completely torn apart by inhuman claws. The twisted metal rings hung on the corpses like torn fishing nets, revealing the equally torn leather armor lining and flesh underneath.

And in the distance, there seemed to be faint sounds of fighting and cursing.

"These scars were caused by those corrupted lizardmen."

Segash had lived in the swamp forest since he was a child and was accustomed to bloody scenes. He was not panicked by this, but was a little worried.

"They're chasing something."

"Let's sneak over and take a look."

Chen Yu was happy to watch the fun, and it would be even better if he could teach these corrupted lizardmen who were preventing him from opening up a bee-friendly passage a lesson.

As Sergash walked by holding him, he looked curiously at the human corpse on the ground. The corpse had curly brown chestnut hair, a high nose bridge, and freckles on its face, which was full of exotic charm.

These were indeed humans, even more human than he had imagined.

It has a head, a face, two eyes, a nose and a mouth, all in the right places. It's so human.

Now he felt relieved. At least Ziarella was not some weird world.

Sergash held the slime tightly in his arms, sneaked carefully, and found a high ground with a wide view so that he could see clearly what was happening in front of him.

……

Deep in the swamp, in the ancient banyan forest, thick fog filled the air, the scent of rotting wood mingled with the stench of blood. Huge plank-like roots formed a twisted wall, dividing the battlefield.

In the battle for food supplies with the corrupted lizardmen, the hunting party of the Rot Moss Tribe is losing ground.

The original plan to rescue the human caravan failed and they were ambushed.

"Hold on! For the ancestors! For the tribe!" An experienced warrior roared and swung a bone blade to chop at a scaly-clawed warrior who was rushing towards him.

"Clang!"

Sparks flew everywhere! The bone blade only left a shallow white mark on the opponent's shoulder covered with thick gray scales.

The corrupted lizardman grinned fiercely, and with a backhand claw, with a whistling sound that tore through the air, he easily knocked the weapon of the rotten moss warrior away, and then his other claws fiercely dug into his abdomen!
"Pfft!"

The sharp claws dug into the flesh and blood gushed out.

The moss warrior's eyes widened, and he was overwhelmed by severe pain and despair. His body was thrown away by the huge force and hit the slippery roots of the banyan tree, and he was silent.

The hunting team of the Scale Claw Tribe enveloped them like a gray tide of death.

This is a force they are completely unable to resist.

Corrupted Lizardmen are generally larger than Rotten Moss Warriors, with muscular build and gray scales that reflect a cold metallic glow in the dim light.

The claws are extremely sharp and can easily tear the leather armor and relatively soft green scales of the Moss Warrior. Every pounce is accompanied by manic power, and every bite is accompanied by the howls of the companion.

"Retreat! Retreat to the stone pillar area!"

The captain of the Rotten Moss Tribe, an old warrior with hideous claw marks on his face, gave the order in a hoarse voice.

But the retreat was blocked by two corrupted lizardmen, whose eyes flickered with a turbid, ominous dark red light, which was the crazy power bestowed by the corrupted Morgul.

Despair enveloped the remaining Moss Rot Warriors, but the fighting spirit in their eyes had not faded, as if they were waiting for something to appear.

On high ground.

"Sir Messenger, should we take action?"

Sergash gripped his staff tightly, staring intently at the battlefield.

The battle had been going on for quite a while before they arrived.

She recognized the identities of her corrupted lizardmen opponents, lizardmen from the Rot Moss Tribe further north.

"These moss lizardmen still have a backup plan."

"Backhand?"

Before Serghash could retain her confusion for long, she saw a figure slowly emerge from the thick fog. Her eyes widened, filled with surprise and delight.

Just as the Corrupted Lizardman grinned and prepared to launch a final attack to completely crush the remaining rotten moss soldiers—

"Whoosh!!!"

A shrill whistle suddenly rang out, tearing through the thick fog! The sound was as piercing as the whistle of death!
A rough spear infused with terrifying power turned into a blurry black shadow and shot from the side of the battlefield with incredible precision!
"Pfft!"

The corrupted lizardman who was rushing in the front and was about to tear a wounded moss warrior to pieces suddenly froze.

The wooden spear pierced through his thick gray scales that he was so proud of, like a hot knife cutting through butter, and penetrated deep into his chest!
The enormous impact force even caused his sturdy body to stagger back two steps before he collapsed to the ground with a thud. Only a horrific hole remained in his chest, from which dirty blood continued to gush out.

The battlefield instantly fell silent! Both the desperate Rot Moss Warriors and the frenzied Scale Claw Hunters looked in astonishment in the direction of the spears.

At the edge of the shadows and thick fog, a figure so tall and frightening that it made one's heart frightened slowly walked out.

Semia.

The dark olive-colored scale armor seemed to be made of cold iron, clinging to her explosive body. Several bone blades hung around her waist flashed with a cold white light, and a blowgun was slung across her shoulder.

He was holding a bloody head in his hand.

She did not utter any battle cry, but stepped into the battlefield silently, each step seemed to be in the beat of her heart, heavy and deadly.

Her amber vertical pupils swept across the battlefield coldly. When her eyes swept over the shocked and confused corrupted lizardmen, the pure murderous intent that froze their souls almost became tangible, making even the most ferocious Scale Claw warriors feel a chill down their spines.

"Lady Semiya!"

"Our Valkyrie is here!"

She ignored the frightened yet hopeful gazes of the moss warriors. She had only one goal - to crush the corruption before her.

"It's that monster!"

"Kill her!"

A corrupted lizardman was the first to recover from the shock, roaring and waving his claws as he pounced, trying to suppress the sudden threat with brute force.

Semia didn't even draw her sword.

She tilted her body slightly to avoid the sharp claw attack, and her strong and powerful tail swept out like a steel whip!

"boom!"

A dull thud echoed! The corrupted warrior was struck hard in the ribs, his thick grey scales shattered and dented. He flew outward like a kite with a broken string, crashing into a low branch and collapsing to the ground, blood gushing from his mouth and nose, unable to rise again.

Semia moved!
Her movements are as fast as lightning and as precise as a venomous snake!

The bone blade was unsheathed, drawing a cold arc of light and instantly cutting the throat of another corrupted lizardman who was trying to launch a sneak attack. The movement was clean and neat, without any delay.

He then pulled out a short spear and threw it accurately, pinning a corrupted hunter who was drawing his bow and arrow in the distance to the tree trunk.

She was like an efficiently operating killing machine, swimming upstream against the gray tide.

The strong corrupted warriors looked clumsy in front of her, and their proud gray scales were like paper under her strength and the precise blows of the bone blade.

With her entrance, the tide of battle began to turn! Hope rekindled in the eyes of the Rot Moss Warriors, and they launched a counterattack.

"Segash, you said this is your sister?"

Chen Yu's voice was filled with suspicion.

The combat power of this female lizardman is simply off the charts.

He is indeed an elite lizardman with a prestigious title.

But it was hard for him to connect such a powerful female lizardman warrior with the stupid shaman holding him.

Not to mention being sisters, they don't even look like the same species.

Sergash blushed and understood what Chen Yu was referring to.

"I, I'm still very good."

She tried to wave her staff to demonstrate her strength, but her slender arms didn't look convincing.

(End of this chapter)