Chapter 1310: Zluth Ascendant

Chapter 1310: Zluth Ascendant

"I told you I could make you the next Krath'lath," Goszi spat. "All we needed was for the Slee tribe to be brought right to the edge of extinction."

Zluth eyed the older Krath, one of his stalks turning to track the slug.

"Are you regretting the bargain?" Zluth asked.

Goszi burbled out a harsh laugh, his voice sounding as if it were rising through a dense bog.

"Of course not. The last Krath'lath was a disaster. All fury, no cunning. She was good at bullying cowards and cultivating acid, not acceptable traits for a leader."

She certainly had managed to cultivate a potent acid for herself. Even now, Zluth felt it searing through his flesh as he attempted to blend it with his own. He hadn't been able to consume much of the fallen leader, nobody had, but even a little had been enough to take some of her strength.

"The real issue I have is making sure the new Krath'lath doesn't throw me aside now that I've done my bit," Goszi said, a sly tone creeping into his voice.

Zluth's eyes narrowed.

"Are you saying I would go back on my word? Betray my part of the agreement?"

"If you wouldn't, then you aren't the Krath I thought you were," came the contemptuous reply.

Of course, Zluth had fully intended to betray Goszi. Although his help in securing the leadership had been useful, the old slug now had nothing to offer. In fact, given the desperate situation of the Slee, having an older, weaker member taking resources from those who could better utilise them was making their survival less likely.

Making Zluth's survival less likely.

"The tribe won't change leader, not now," Gozsi spat derisively. "It would be as good as condemning all of us to death. And as for the reason I know this, it's because I myself was a member of the Zzith before I fled and joined the Slee."

Trying to tamp down his anger, Zluth calculated the time based on what he knew of local history. It seemed to check out. It was possible Gozsi had abandoned his tribe shortly before they were destroyed.

"That would explain why you know the location of the Suggoth's current Slimeground, assuming they usurped the Zzith's old haven, but their old one? Did the Zzith really know the location of their rival's home?"

Goszi smiled a slow, wide smile.

"In truth, it was the Zzith who initiated the conflict. We flooded their egg chambers with acid, burning their young into soup. It was a powerful strike, but we hadn't anticipated just how hard the Suggoth would strike back, nor did we realise they'd found the Slimeground. It was over in just a few days."

The story sounded compelling, but there were details missing. How had Goszi, the wiley old slug, known the Suggoth would win the conflict?

"You sold them out, didn't you? You were the one who revealed the location of the Zzith Slimegrounds in order to bargain for your escape."

Goszi revealed his needle-pointed teeth in a savage grin.

"The Zzith were complacent. I knew they would lose eventually, so I merely hastened their demise and ensured my own survival in the process."

And now he had an in with the Suggoth, which Zluth would need in order to raise the alarm about the impending invasion....

"Well done, Goszi," he said, "you have managed to survive yet again."

"It's what I do," the old slug replied. "It's very hard to kill old Goszi."