And, to try and reason with the Newcomer, if that were even possible. Sending the Guide a message, the Moon Lord informed him to stay indoors that night. Rather, what enraged him so was the slaughter of any slime, bunny or bird that dared stumble across their path.
Furrowing his mighty brow, the Moon Lord sent out another message, one which would take effect upon the rising of the moon.Īs the sun set, the Newcomer had built a small hut out of what they had stripped from the surroundings. Slightly taken aback at the savagery of their actions, the Moon Lord sent out a message across the land, informing his creatures that this being should be regarded with caution.Īs the Newcomer continued his explorations, chopping down trees and harvesting precious metals from the ground, the Moon Lord was appalled to see all other Slimes, be they blue or green, met a similar fate when they stumbled across this mysterious person. Without warning, the Newcomer pulled out a copper pickaxe, and began to viciously hack at the poor creature. Curious as to their intentions, the Moon Lord observed them aproaching one of the usually docile Slimes, this one green in colour. The Newcomer promptly ignored the Guide's advice, and wandered off to the East. Seeing as he was trying to guide this new being on their way, The Guide will have to do.
Since the lifespan of such mortals are so short, his name had escaped the Moon Lord's memory. They were standing next to the wandering adventurer, who had retired from his journeys long ago. Idly glancing over the landscape, something caught his eye, drawing his gaze back to the spot. The Moon Lord looked down upon the realm upon which he had once ruled, and had shaped centuries ago.
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