Slime Immortal.

Chapter 64 Today is Backpack Slime
At the edge of the lake, the thick fog was like a layer of flowing gray gauze, obscuring most of the scenery but unable to cover up the suppressed human voices inside.

"Hehe...Those Rusty Key guys have hit a wall this time."

A deliberately low and rough voice sounded, with a strong rolled tongue accent of the Kuze people. In the thick fog, a brown-haired warrior wearing worn leather armor and carrying a big sword could be vaguely seen walking towards him.

"I heard they got into trouble with some tough guys in the Death Swamp because of 'Miracle' Arno. Several good guys were killed, even 'Grey Squirrel' Hawke was defeated. Tsk tsk, luckily we didn't get involved in that mess."

"Glenn, it's just that 'miracle' Arno didn't meet me."

A thin figure wrapped in a dark gray cloak was crouching nimbly. It was the fellow thief Michele.

"The rusty key is a huge loss... humph, just in time."

"Let's go in now before they notice the entrance has been cleared of the Filth. If we dawdle any longer, and adventurers from the Anvil or Silver Oakleaf guilds smell the scent and come over, we won't even be able to drink our soup."

His greedy eyes penetrated the fog and stared at the dark cave entrance in the north of the lake beach.

Glenn nodded, tightening his grip on the hilt of his sword. "That's true, but... it's a real struggle to clean out those Filthy Ones. Those disgusting demon spawn can spit acid through armor, and they're so reckless. I almost died here the last time I came to investigate."

"I don't know who did it, maybe some large mercenary group?"

"Who cares who he is? Let's go in and make some money before they finish looting!"

The thief urged, "Hurry up, hurry up, Tiffany, please bless us to find something valuable!"

The two men stopped talking, crouched down, and, using the cover of the fog, quickly and cautiously moved towards the entrance of the dungeon.

In the swamp forest next to it, a group of slimes riding on small crocodiles were stealthily poking their heads out.

Chen Yu's eyes fell on the wooden boats and carriages docked on the shore.

"Did these adventurers come from the ruins of the outpost along the lakeshore or by boat?"

What he could not have imagined was that
The Undead Knight really went to the dungeon.

He also cleaned up the troublesome filth.

If the Count of Crow knew that he was not making it up, he would probably be so angry that his hair would explode and he would curse all the way.

He imagined the noisy crow standing on the serious knight's shoulder armor, its wings fluttering and saliva flying, and couldn't help feeling funny.

Chen Yu suddenly became curious.

Dungeons are something that exists in countless fantasies.

He had never seen what it looked like inside.

It seems like it would be a good idea to send a clone in to take a look.

What if we can discover some new monsters and treasures?

"Xiao Ka, follow them secretly."

"Kaka!"

As the little crocodile ran, Chen Yu's mind moved slightly.

At the fortress construction site in the distance, two little slimes that were diligently compressing mud bricks were suddenly stunned, and their bodies softened and dissolved in an instant.

Then, he secreted two new small slimes that fell to the ground.

They carry "life drain" and "hallucinogenic factors" respectively.

The life slime brought his four small stone swords, and his gel body was swollen and could only crawl slowly on the ground.

The hallucinogenic slime only had five rock talismans stuffed in its stomach, and its movements were quite flexible.

It picked up the fat brother who was almost unable to walk because of the stone sword, held it on its head, and jumped towards the direction where the two adventurers disappeared.

Soon they caught up with the warrior Glenn and the thief who were carefully parting the grass.

[Hallucinogenic Factor] "Achoo!" The thief Michael suddenly sneezed loudly without warning, rubbing his itchy nose and muttering, "Damn it, is it pollen from the swamp... or some musty smell..."

Glenn also frowned, feeling a little itchy in his nasal cavity, which made him a little dizzy.

At the moment when the two men's attention was distracted, the hallucinogenic slime used all its strength to push the chubby fat brother hard.

The latter rolled accurately into the half-open backpack of soldier Glenn like a water-filled balloon, and was submerged among a pile of ropes, dry food and spare torches.

It jumped lightly and then crawled in, not forgetting to use gel to gently pull the opening of the backpack closer.

Glenn was completely oblivious and just blew his nose hard: "Alright, alright, get in! Don't delay!"

It was dark in the backpack. Chen Yu curiously observed the scene outside through a small gap through the perspective of the hallucinogenic slime.

But it was the beginning of summer, and the air in the backpack was quite stuffy, with the smell of leather, sweat and dried meat wafting from time to time.

Soon he couldn't stand it anymore.

It stinks...

Don't adventurers wash their backpacks?

This is very different from the fragrant and soft backpack of the elf wizard in fantasy.

The backpack shook, and the adventurer's footsteps became empty and echoing, as if they were stepping into the passage of the dungeon.

Chen Yu saw through the gap in his backpack that the entrance to the underground city was very wide, but the sanitary conditions were not very good.

The dark walls of the passage were covered with dried dark brown stains, and the ground was littered with broken shells and broken limbs, all of which were the remains left behind by the Filthy Ones.

“Hiss… so clean!”

The thief Michele held up a crude homemade torch, illuminating the surroundings. He kicked away a huge piece of filthy creature's shell, his face full of disappointment and annoyance.

"Damn it! Not even a complete corpse of the Filthy Ones was left. Were those guys who cleaned it up the reincarnation of starving ghosts? They even broke up the shells that could be sold and took them away."

Glenn squatted down and examined the messy drag marks and scattered footprints on the ground.

"There's more than one group. Judging by the drag marks, it looks like there's a large group... Damn, all that fun was for nothing! They must have looted all the good stuff!"

He stood up cursing, and reluctantly used his scabbard to poke at the rubble in the corner.

Suddenly, the thief Michele pointed sharply at a fork in the road ahead.

"Look over there! There's something on the ground... like... metal fragments? And there are footprints, very fresh! They're not from those people before!"

The two men were excited, thinking that they had discovered a missed treasure or the traces of a latecomer, and immediately held up torches and moved forward carefully.

At the corner of the passage, there were a few pieces of muddy metal scattered around, which seemed to be the remains of some crude armor.

The footprints were messy, pointing to a narrow corridor sloping downward.

"Let's follow and see!" There was a greedy gleam in the thief's eyes.

Just as they were about to step into the narrow passage—

"ah!!!"

A sharp, piercing, savage war cry suddenly broke out.

Deep in the dark corridor, more than a dozen pairs of eyes flashing with cruel green light suddenly lit up.

Then, green-skinned figures emerged like a tide, brandishing rusty daggers and wooden sticks tied with stones, and emitting hair-raising screams.

"Goblins!!" Glenn's pupils suddenly contracted, and he was terrified. "Weren't they chased away?! Why are they lying in ambush here?!!"

(End of this chapter)