A Fight for the Rock!

Back at the hallowed grave of a certain rock; two different intelligent species meet at opposite sides. One being the Lizardmen, and the other, the Humans.

"We've found this first, humans." A certain lizardmen, with feather ornaments on his head and shoulder; and a spear with wooden handle and a blade that takes 1/3 of the entire spear.

The spear looked more like a blade with a long handle than a spear itself.

"As the chief of my tribe, I humbly seek you to retreat!" The lizard men continued.

On the opposite side, the humans are led by a fat pig; with brown mustache and brown-long hair, curled along the tips.

"Do you think you stand a chance against us, lizard breaths?" The fat guy shouted as his tens of soldiers—all dressed in silver armor; with spears and swords, paired with horses and shields lined up, armed and ready.

"Tsk..." The Lizardmen Chief expressed a heavy disapproval of the situation. He gripped his spear harder; as to relieve his anger.

"Now go along, lizard breaths. With this gift from the heavens, we can use this to make the weapons of legend!" The fat guy shouted as he raised his hands and turned it into a strong and sturdy fist.

The fat guy made a sarcastic face; as his extra-large tunic jacket bounced along by his fat belly, "Do you really think you can create any weapons with your lizard skills?!"

However, the Chief, who was calm and collected—Finally had enough of the fat bastard with all talk.

"I humbly request for you to retreat." The Lizardmen Chief squinted his eyes as he hit the ground with his spear's end. As though it was a command, the rest of the Lizardmen army formed a stance and pointed their spears to the humans.

The fat guy grits his teeth and clenches his fist, "I-if you want a blood bath, you will get one!" The fat guy stuttered, as though he felt fear fill his entire body, "A-attack!" The fat guy continued. Announcing a command to attack.

The human army heeded their lord's command as they sheathed out their swords. Both the Lizardmen and Humans came down to the crater; for the race to whoever gets the space rock first.

And so this led us to the little slime, who just heard explosions and swords clashing.

[You have acquired a quest, will you accept it? Y/N]

The little slime, who was nothing but excited for his first quest, happily agreed.

[The space rock has landed on the Lizardmen's Territory; with the men of humanity intruding. Help the Lizardmen obtain the space rock and you will have their eternal gratitude.]

The little slime was a tid-bit disappointed; expecting for a reward system of some sort but he guessed that he will stop with the expectation and face reality.

Although he was once human, he was brought to this world to stop the humans. Also, after becoming a slime; he seemed to have lost the purpose of protecting one's species, as every living being was born with.

The little slime immediately becomes serious, as the wind breezes along his translucent and bouncy body. The screams of the Lizardmen, who needed help, called for his immediate reinforcements. With no hesitation, the little slime jumped off the branch and transformed... only to transform back to a slime and land his face on the ground.

"I-I'm not okayy." The little slime muttered with his mouth on the ground. He immediately got his head off and shouted to the guide, "Hey you useless Guide, how do I recover my energy!"

[Either you rest or eat another species. The energy recovered depends on the living being you eat.]

The little slime stood up, as he hurried to find other living species. Small or huge, as long as it recovers his energy.

Back to the crater. Only minutes have passed and blood has already been spilled; with humans and lizards alike, getting killed by the opposite's swords and magic.

The Lizardmen Chief was fighting in the battlefield; with proficient spear skills, he plowed through enemy lines like a bull—charging through everywhere and killing those who stood in his past.

Not only is the Lizardmen Chief highly skilled with the spear. He is also skilled with the magic to control water. Combining his water magic with his spear, turning the spear into a super strong killing machine.

As for the Human's leader, he was only spectating on the side lines, smiling as he saw not only the Lizardmen's blood, but so was his own. He was completely satisfied, as long as his blood was not spilled.

The Lizardmen Chief, of course, noticed the fatass' thick face.

For the Lizardmen, it is an honor for the leader to fight for their tribe. Not only is that fatass smiling at the Lizardmen's blood; but so was his comrades. A treason nonetheless.

"You obese mongrel, come here and fight us like a man!" The Chief shouted a war cry, charging towards the direction of the Human's leader.

Slashing his spear with high accuracy, the Chief did not waste a second charging through enemy lines; and as though he reached the limit of space. He jumped high that it reached the top of the crater; meeting the fat bastard up close.

With a twist of the spear, the Chief used both hands to strike it from above and...

As the spear struck from above, a sound of steel vibrated through the Chief's ear. A robust men in full-armored suit stopped the blade with his bare arm. Blocking it with the wrist.

The Chief's eyes widened as he could not believe his spear—that was known to pierce through anything, actually got blocked.

The fat pig laughed hysterically, as he pointed at the Chief, who was stuck mid-air, "You're surprised, no?"