Before long, Turk walked out of the Tree Hall with a dazed look on his face.
Although the Slime King had not fully agreed to his request, he had given him a precious opportunity.
As long as he could persuade his tribespeople and lead them safely through the danger-ridden Swamp Forest to this place, the gates of the Slime Kingdom would open for them. All Lizardfolk would be welcomed and officially become members of the kingdom.
Leading one or two people through the swamp was already difficult, let alone guiding an entire tribe, including the elderly and hatchlings, on such a long migration.
But wasn't this precisely the Slime Kingdom's test for them?
"Father, Mother, everyone... wait for me to return."
The moment Turk made up his mind, a faint green glow seemed to flash around him. He instinctively stretched out his palm, and the vines on the trees came alive, twisting like snakes.
Though it was only the simplest trick, it symbolized Putu's recognition. He had become a qualified Lizardfolk shaman.
A faint joy and pride surged within Turk, but he quickly suppressed the feeling.
Now was not the time to celebrate. He had a more important mission to complete.
He looked to the side. Little Card was obediently lying there, swishing his tail. Clearly, he had followed Chen Yu's orders and was ready to escort him back to the tribe.
"Thank you for the trouble, Lord Guard," Turk said respectfully, then carefully climbed onto the dragon's back once more.
With the powerful beat of wings, Little Card carried Turk into the sky again, leaving behind that dreamlike Slime fortress.
Turk looked back and watched that strange territory gradually blur into the thick mist. His gaze held a little more resolve than when he had arrived.
At the entrance