The fields around the Demon King Castle are filled with slimes.
Tens of thousands of slimes frolic on the plains, like countless azure marbles of varying sizes. Under the clear snowy sky, the plains resemble a giant blue and white checkered blanket.
Not all of them are azure slimes; there are also many slimes of other colors, which are mutated slimes possessing different abilities.
But as far as the eye can see, they're almost all slimes.
"Is the number of slimes increasing rapidly because the adventurer group can't catch them?"
Shami watched this scene, amazed and lost in thought for a while.
Soon, he seemed to see a small hand calling for help among the slimes.
Squinting to look, he saw a golden-haired head poking out from a slime mound, with two small hands raised skyward in a plea for help. The next moment, the golden hair was pressed down again by the slimes begging for pats and rubs.
