The morning is the time to practice martial arts, and after eating, there will be a period of learning in the afternoon as usual. The children were surrounded by an old man with a large hooked nose, who was the chief of the tribe and was responsible for teaching the children about survival in the mountains.

Wang Xiaohammer is now a trophy of the mud monkey, and he is also held in the arms of the mud monkey and listens to the old man's detailed explanation.

"The children all know that our tribe is called the Sword Spirit Tribe, as for why it is called the Sword Spirit Tribe......

"I know, because of the sword on the altar!" said one child.

"Don't be rude, Angus, call the Sword Spirit, thanks to its protection, our tribe can continue from the distant past to the present, it is the patron saint of our tribe......"

Wang Xiaozhu listened to their conversation, observed the environment and characters here, and sighed in his heart, this is clearly the novice village of "Lord Demon King, don't mess in", whether it is the old man who speaks, or the children, including those adults, they are all NPCs, but in the absence of players, they can still operate freely, which means that this is really not a game world.

"Is it a parallel world or something, it's so troublesome, if you come here, you will be safe, just take care of it, just eat and live. "Lord Slime Wang Xiaohammer is basking in the sun, warm and comfortable, looking at the mud monkeys feel much more pleasing to the eyes, listening to the chief's chattering words, feeling the quiet wind, I feel that there is nothing wrong with going on like this.

At this moment, the bell on the wooden tower suddenly rang, breaking the silence.

"What's wrong? Is there a monster invasion?" asked one of the children.

"What are you kidding, our tribe is guarded by the Sword Spirit Lord, how can there be a monster invasion. The older kid scoffed.

"What's wrong?" the chief stood up and walked unhurriedly towards the gate. He was not in a hurry, because as the children said, the tribe was guarded by sword spirits, and he had never seen a monster invade the tribe in most of his life.

"Chief, two people came outside, holding a child, saying they wanted to see you. Sean rushed to say.

At this time, there were two people standing at the door of the tribe, a man and a woman, both in their twenties, the man had golden curly hair, his face was full of dust, the silver armor on his body was broken in many places and there were blood stains, the blood-red cloak was like a broken flag, but it was difficult to hide the handsomeness, and a pair of blue eyes under the sword eyebrows were impressive, like two sharp swords, flashing with coldness, only when touching the woman in front of him did he add a touch of tenderness. He was armed with a pitted broadsword, and stood half a step behind the woman, like her knight.

The woman in front of him had a light blue wavy hair, like a sparkling wave in the sun, her skin was fair, like a fine mutton fat white jade, and she was wearing a set of bumpy women's silver armor, although there were many cracks, it was difficult to hide her nobility, and under her beautiful face like an elf, a pair of sad sapphire blue eyes looked lovingly at the baby in her arms from time to time.

The chief swore that he had lived long enough, and it was not that he had not seen Tianjiao in some city-state of several million people, but the temperament of the two in front of him, he thought, might only be seen in a kingdom of tens of millions of people. The woman, in particular, gave him a stronger feeling.

Seeing the chief, the two suddenly knelt down.

"You ...... this"

"Chief, please save my child!" the woman said with a weeping voice.

......

In the tribe at night, in the dim stone house, under the reflection of oil lamps, a group of old people sat around, all looking at the sleeping baby in swaddling clothes, their faces flickering and bright.

"Are those two gone?"

"Yes, I'm in a hurry, many treasures in the ancestral land that have changed their lives have been lost, and they can't change the child's life, and they can only think of other ways to save the child, alas. ”

"It's not that simple, to save this child, unless you find the Elixir, and that's already a legend for us. ”

"The tribe is no longer the tribe of ancient times, and many precious things are lost in time. ”

"With the tribe's current ability, there is really no way, as an ancestral land, they have been disappointed, even if they try their best, they can only continue his life until he is one year old, everything can only depend on the creation of this child. The chief sighed.

No one noticed the wall at this point, where a small monster slime was listening intently to their conversation.

"Hmm...... Seems like an opportunity, but cannibalism or something, it's still not good, even though I'm a monster now...... And if he finds out, he'll be killed, right?" the slime was a little tangled, he was really moved.

If the dying baby is devoured with [Wrath of the King], then he can become a human through [role-playing] mimicry. It's just that [Wrath of the King] is a passive skill, and you still need to think about how to operate it. Although this practice is a bit inhumane, the baby is dying after all, although it is not clear whether it will be discovered after mimicking as a baby, but the temptation to be a new person still makes him decide to gamble on the character of the traverser.

This afternoon, the hunting team died a person, and two missing arms and legs, looking at the miserable corpses, then he clearly realized that the novice village is not safe, and he can't continue to be a salted fish, otherwise he will die a miserable death with his combat power that can't even beat chickens.

"Now, it's decided, let's save people, Daddy. The slime made a decision by smacking his palm with a simulated small fist.

When the oil lamp went out, the old people left one after another, and after waiting for another quarter of an hour, Wang Xiaohammer sneaked into the bedroom and came to the baby's bedside.

Seeing the baby's appearance, Wang Xiaohammer suddenly felt the so-called "god" who brought him to this world full of malice: this baby actually had no eyes, to be precise, who gouged out his eyes.

This is what he saw when he lifted the white cloth wrapped around the baby's eyes.

Pink lips, chubby face, if you hadn't gouged out your eyes, what a cute child this would be, who is so cruel?

It seems that the gauze has been removed, and the baby wakes up, babbling and talking, but he doesn't realize that he has no eyes anymore, and slaps the slime in the face with his chubby little hand.

"Attack detected, [King's Wrath] triggers. The relentless mechanical voice came to mind again. (OS: it, that's okay?)

Wang Xiaohammer felt as if his heart was all pinched together.

"Little one, although I don't know why I can only live for a year without eyes, but this is the case, although your mother went to find you the so-called holy medicine, but it seems impossible to find it when I listen to the chief's meaning, so ......"

"Giggle...... The slime's face bounced to the touch, as if he had found a toy, and the baby let out a cheerful laugh.

In this laughter, Wang Xiaohammer turned into a puddle of mucus and wrapped the baby......

"So...... Just let me live as you......"

......

Originally, Wang Xiaozhu was also worried that there was a bug in [role-playing], and the mimic adult would still have the breath of a monster, after all, he was a slime, and the slime was also a monster, although it was the lowest monster.

As a result, the next day, no one found the clue, which made Wang Xiaozhu breathe a sigh of relief, but he didn't dare to take it lightly, no one could say that there would be no talent and skill in this world that could see through his real body.

Thinking of the possibility of being seen through his real body, he suddenly realized a question, that is, will this baby he mimicked grow naturally? If not, then he will be miserable, is it possible to be a centenarian giant baby?

Thinking of this, Wang Xiaohammer's forehead suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

"Roland, my poor child, let Grandpa kiss him. At this time, the chief held the baby in his arms, and he was about to smell one, which was caught off guard, so that Wang Xiaohammer, a giant baby who had lived for almost 30 years, suddenly felt a chill, and then urinated and urinated on the chief's face.

"From today onwards, I'll be called Roland, well, it's a handle, but fortunately (wipe sweat)"

......

Five years later.

Sword Spirit Tribe, on the martial arts arena, a group of half-grown children, five or six years old, holding wooden swords, humming and gesturing towards the rising sun, their immature faces were full of seriousness.

In front of them was a group of older children, ranging from ten to twelve or thirteen, holding stone swords, which were broad and bulky, but which they rarely looked like.

And among these ten or so children, there was a child of four or five years old, this child had long light blue hair hanging down the ground, and there was a circle of black cloth around his eyes, and he also held a stone sword of the same size, and he followed the older children to wave the stone sword loudly, and he didn't have any difficulty.

"The plan of the day lies in the morning, if you want to survive in this dangerous mountain, courage alone is not enough, but also have a strong physique, exquisite martial arts, so you have to get up early every day and exercise unremittingly, just so that one day, you go out of the tribe, encounter powerful monsters to survive, meet the pig-headed people and goblins who dare to invade the tribe, and be able to expel them!"

Uncle Sean stood in front of him, admonished seriously, and finally clenched his fists and shouted, "For the tribe!"

"For the tribe!" the children replied loudly.

"For the sake of the tribe's ......" Roland responded weakly, not because his five-year-old body couldn't bear the pain of wielding the stone sword, as early as when he was three years old, he could lift the bulky stone sword, but because he was lazy, smelling the chicken and dancing early in the morning, it was not as good as when he was in 996 before, at least he could sleep until 8 o'clock in the morning.

Five years is enough time for a lot of things to happen, fortunately, his true body has not been discovered, mainly due to the fact that he is not a five-year-old giant baby, otherwise it would be too doubtful to be a baby at the age of five, just when he was almost a year old, he still maintained the state of a baby, and he didn't grow much longer, and everyone thought that he would not live past a year old, in the process of reading the "skill manual", he finally thought of a way to get through the trick, that is, to let [role-play] If you can imitate a baby, why can't you imitate a baby when it is one, two, three, or even a hundred years old?

In this way, through this method of magic transformation, he has survived through the world and successfully penetrated the enemy.

The only pity is that he can't mimic his eyes, but it's not painful, he can use the Slime Eye instead, so although he has a black cloth wrapped around his eye, he is not really blind, but others think he is blind.

Roland's response was half a beat slower, and Uncle Sean heard it, but Sean didn't think it was wrong, just rubbed his head fiercely, and instead reprimanded those big children: "Look at Roland, you can hold a stone sword and do a set of moves at the age of five, and then look at you, one by one, Yan'er, and you are still stealing and playing tricks, especially you, mud monkey, you didn't do two actions just now, didn't I see it?"

"Daddy, I'm ten years old, stop calling me a mud monkey!" Hart was a little frustrated.

"When it's time to eat, you stay and do it all over again!" Sean glared.

"Don't!"

"Haha, you deserve it!" the other children immediately coaxed.

This scene made the old people and women smile in their eyes. Even the adults who had finished their work early looked over with a knowing smile. They are the strongest people in the tribe and the main force that protects the tribe, and they are also responsible for hunting and bringing back food for the families in the tribe.

The mountains are full of dangers, in addition to guarding against the invasion of monsters, but also to compete with werewolves and pig-headed people who are also intelligent creatures, it is too dangerous, maybe this time, some people will be injured, some people will die, in such an environment, many people die early before they are minors, so from childhood, it is necessary to strengthen the body and master the skills of survival.