Slime Immortal.

Chapter 58 Fear of Insufficient Firepower

In the early morning, the drizzle was like silk, silently soaking the swamp.

The sunlight tenaciously penetrated the rain curtain, dyeing the peaks of the towering snow-capped mountains in the distance into a dazzling golden color, as if the gods had put a golden crown on the mountains.

The light also clearly illuminated the open space in front of the wooden fence of the Rot Moss Tribe.

Many lizardmen have gathered at the entrance of the tribe.

Semia tied a bundle of sharpened bone spears on her back. She turned her head and looked at her sister who was adjusting the small leather bag around her waist.

"Segash, are you really not going to say goodbye to the messenger?"

Segash shook his head slowly.

"No, sister."

Semia didn't ask any further questions, but just nodded.

"That's good. The rain has subsided now. We should set off today and move quickly so we can reach the hunting grounds below the snowline before the heavy rain completely closes off the mountains. We can then return to the sacred ground and complete the ceremony as soon as possible."

Sergash nodded absentmindedly, but his eyes drifted towards the swamp, and it was unknown what he was thinking.

At this time, the old priest Shazak came slowly, leaning on a bone staff, surrounded by several young warriors.

Behind him, his tribesmen carried a stack of thick, specially tanned cloaks, along with several bundles of dry rations that smelled of smoked fish and tuberous plants.

"Semiya, Segash."

Shazak's old voice carried the unique majesty of a tribal priest and a hint of imperceptible concern.

"Thank you for everything you have done for the tribe."

"Take these with you. The wind and snow at high altitudes are more terrifying to the Lizardmen than the damp cold of the swamp."

His eyes fell on Segash.

"My child, since you have made up your mind and are ready to embark on this Snow Eagle Trial Road, I, an old fellow, will not nag you any more."

He took a step closer, tapped the ground lightly with his bone staff, and lowered his voice with a solemn tone.

"Remember, the Snow Eagle Trial is a test of the sky and the snow. It is certainly difficult, but not impossible."

"One of our tribe's greatest shamans, Lord Kukala, was buried by his Snow Eagle companion on Eagle's Beak Peak, where he could see the tribe. That loyal bird of prey may still be guarding the resting place of his old friend."

"If you can climb Eagle's Beak Peak and find the resting place of Kukara Shaman... perhaps you'll have a chance to encounter the Snow Eagle."

"Thank you, Priest Shazak."

Sergash nodded seriously.

The lizardmen struggling to survive in the dark swamp and the snow eagles soaring in the cold sky and looking down on the mountains seem to be two completely different life trajectories.

However, in a winter so long ago that even the oldest singer of the tribe could not remember, when the shadow of hunger loomed over the tribe.

A lizardman ancestor turned his gaze towards the towering snow-capped mountains and the sky overlord circling freely in the biting cold wind.

I don’t know whether it was despair that gave birth to courage, or courage that ignited the fire of hope, but he embarked on an unprecedented journey.

After going through unimaginable hardships, finally, on the top of the mountain where few people have been, a life from the swamp and a king of the sky formed a covenant that transcended species.

This miraculous connection opened up a trial road leading to the sky and ice and snow for the Lizardmen.

It has since become the most noble and dangerous coronation ceremony on the Lizardman Shaman path.

It symbolizes the ultimate in courage, wisdom and communication with the spirit of nature.

Today, Segash will also embark on this journey with his dreams and concerns.

There was no lengthy farewell ceremony. Under the gaze of Shazak and the Rot Moss people, the two sisters waved goodbye, turned around and set foot on the wet northern path, leaving behind their weak but determined and fearless backs.

At Shazak's feet, there was a rough pottery jar quietly lying, filled with gray gravel crystals that Segash had carefully collected on the river bank these days, and a letter written on straw paper.

……

It was already early morning the next day when Chen Yu rode Xiaoka back to the castle.

The little guy was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes. Like a piece of melting rice cake, he fell into the swamp with a "plop", and a tiny snoring sound instantly came from inside.

Chen Yu climbed to the top of the oak tree and looked out over the territory to the west. Recalling the surging tide of cockroach monsters, he still felt a chill and finally understood why the strangler fig trees could grow so lush and green.

Can eating cockroaches help you grow smaller?

That stuff is high in protein.

If it weren't for the wall made of strangler fig trees, those cockroaches would have invaded his territory long ago.

What a beautiful tree.

The more of this stuff the better. It must fill the entire western territory... no, it would be best if it could circle the entire territory, without allowing even a single cockroach to enter.

The Adventurer's Handbook mentioned that this giant cockroach was originally called the Black Feathered Filth. It is a terrifying monster that can spit acid and spread plagues. It is also good at ambushing and hiding, and has a relatively hard shell.

My favorite thing is to hide in a dark place, shaking my twin tails...

It gives people a nauseous but elusive feeling of terror, making people afraid that a fiend will suddenly crawl out from under the bed in their dreams at night.

It's like a nightmare.

Rumor has it that they are descendants of demons who fell from the cracks of hell to the main material plane. They once wreaked havoc in the White Horse Kingdom. Wherever they passed, all the crops were eaten up, and they also brought terrible infectious diseases to villages and cities.

It is the most despised monster in the human kingdom and has brought great shadow to mankind.

It has reached the point where everyone is calling for his death.

Even the goblins looked more amiable compared to them.

It took decades for the kingdom's army to drive them out of the kingdom.

I didn't expect to see them here.

These filthy creatures were larger than a human fist, and some were even as big as him.

One alone is not scary, what is scary is that they appear in groups, densely packed all over the lake beach, which makes the slime with trypophobia suffer.

Chen Yu had no doubt that even if every cockroach spit a little saliva, it could drown him.

He forced a serious expression, feeling that the security of his territory was seriously challenged by these filthy people.

This is no longer an ordinary enemy, we must strike hard.

Send these damn alien elves back to hell.

He needs a stronger fortress and a more powerful army...

And even more firepower!
To defend your territory and the glory of slime.

Need to update my skills.

The morning mist in Xuxuantian had not yet dissipated. Chen Yu rarely left his low thatched hut, followed the faint sound of the piano, and found Shao Qingsong in the secluded Guanjian Pavilion outside the gate.

There were several books spread out on the stone table in the pavilion, and Shao Qingsong was talking in a low voice with an unfamiliar monk.

Seeing Chen Yu approaching, Shao Qingsong smiled, waved goodbye to the monk, stood up and led him to sit on the stone bench in the pavilion.

"Junior brother, are you here to cultivate your sentiments?"

Chen Yu got straight to the point, his eyes filled with anticipation, "Brother, the Daoist method I asked you to find last time..."

Shao Qingsong coughed lightly.

"Ahem... found it."

He took out a dull old book from his sleeve with a little hesitation.

"It's a sword-controlling technique, perfectly suited to the earth element, but... well, it's not very elegant."

"How is it indecent?" Chen Yu was a little curious.

"Uh...I need to rub the mud."

"You know how to play with mud... You need to roll the mud into a ball, and then refine it with secret techniques to make a fine sword ball."

(End of this chapter)