Chen Yu sat crouched atop the battlements, gazing into the distance at fields not yet completely swallowed by the Swamp, and beyond them, the abruptly rising black stone ground that stood like silent giants.
The Goblin Legion's fortress stronghold—Cracked Stone Pass—lay within a narrow gorge in that stretch of stone ground.
The Goblin fortress was only a dozen or so kilometers away in a straight line. Their fortress had practically been built right against the Goblins' lair.
To those Greenskins, this was undoubtedly a naked provocation. They certainly would not be able to endure it, nor would they abandon their attacks after a single defeat.
But from Chen Yu's perspective, the Swamp had belonged to the Slimes since ancient times. It was clearly the Goblins who had built their fortress on his doorstep, then come to cause trouble at his door.
Faced with such vile neighbors, they had to strike with an iron fist.
Below the wall, after a brief celebration, the Slimes threw themselves back into construction.
The buzzing of Metal Slime drills rang out once more, felling trees. Then the Slime engineering teams hardened the ground and built up the walls.
Their goal was to erect a Fortress Wall facing Cracked Stone Pass before dawn arrived the next day.
Just as the engineering teams worked with blazing enthusiasm, the Goblins indeed returned for another sneak attack, just as Chen Yu had expected.
Goblins would occasionally creep over in secret, firing a few cold arrows from distant reeds, clumsily hurling stones, and even attempting to sneak close under cover of night to set fires.
But the vigilant Metal Slime patrols and hidden Stinger Bee sentries discovered and drove them off in time.
This petty harassment lasted all night, only gradually ceasing when the eastern sky turned pale and draped