Green Monster Epic

Without any surprises or dangers, Allen walked out of Fort Fat with a joyful mood, stepping onto the wide road back. Even the humid climate around him could hardly make him feel annoyed.

The gains from this trip to the border fortress made Allen very satisfied, and also turned his idea of inspecting the other important towns into action, so as to see if their development was as smooth as that of Fort Fat.

Two or three hundred miles northeast of Fort Fat is the territory of Aoluo Town. After a mad dash, Allen could already smell a strong smell of coal smoke in less than two magic hours, and the sky in front of him was shrouded in a faint treasure blue mist.

When he arrived a dozen miles outside Aoluo Town, Allen could see several huge chimneys towering into the clouds, spewing gray and white smoke outwards, and finally condensing into clusters of black clouds above his head.

Swoosh swoosh ~ ~

It started to rain again, but the raindrops felt a bit stinging on Allen's exposed skin, and would leave a little gray-brown dust after evaporation, obviously the air quality here was very worrying.

Looking at the surroundings where he could hardly see a trace of green, Allen's pupils contracted slightly, but a bit of helplessness rose in his heart.

If the tribe wants to be strong, it naturally needs sacrifices, and many of these sacrifices are invisible to ordinary people, such as this town that looks bustling and can be heard with the crisp, rhythmic sound of metal knocking even outside the town.

The population living in Aoluo Town is much larger than that of Fort Fat. There are often merchants and adventurers coming in and out at the gate, carrying large and small bags. Many bags are so heavy that it is difficult for people to walk, and a deep footprint can be stepped out with one foot.

Although the population is large, the appearance of many natives coming in and out is not as healthy as that of Fort Fat. Even in terms of climate and environment, Aoluo Town is far superior to Fort Fat except for the poor air, but most of the natives living here have pale faces, and coughs rise and fall.

Regarding the relationship between air quality and physical health, the scholars of the Green Field Tribe have long studied it, and also suggested to the tribe's senior management to specially arrange a considerable number of druids, priests and other healing magic casters in Aoluo Town, so that the people in the town can obtain effective physical treatment at a relatively low price.

But this is only a temporary solution. The average physical condition and life expectancy of the tribe members living in Aoluo Town are the lowest among the many settlements of the Green Field Tribe. However, these survey results are hidden and not disclosed, and even strictly blocked by the dozens of high-level tribe members. The grassroots goblin tribe members do not know these situations at all.

There is no way, for a tribe, the importance of weapons and equipment manufacturing far exceeds the role of one or two legendary powerhouses. If Green Field wants to maintain its existing status and strength, it is impossible to give up the casting base of Aoluo Town.

Even for the long-term development of the tribe, Aoluo Town's smelting of minerals, casting and other specialties are constantly expanding. There used to be only dozens or hundreds of craftsmen in Aoluo Town who could create low-level magic equipment, but now the scale has expanded to more than two thousand people, not including the apprentices learning under the craftsmen.

The town consumes more than 50,000 pounds of steel materials every day, and the equipment and weapons produced are sold throughout the Northern Territory. Even the Horqia Drow in the far north have ordered equipment from the Green Field Tribe.

Although the environmental pollution in the town has not changed much, the scale and surrounding planning of the town have changed greatly. Among them, the roads paved with the residue of smelted steel and metal, and the five or six-meter-high inner city walls, look very strong at first glance, and faintly carry the magnetic field aura of metal.

Ding ding ding!

Clang clang clang!

Just walking into the town, the fiery atmosphere mixed with the sounds of various knocks and hammers immediately made people restless, and even the heartbeat quickened a bit.

There are various businesses in the town, of course, the most are the blacksmith shops. There are four or five blacksmith shop plaques in a street less than a hundred meters long. The chimneys are emitting black smoke, and the raging flames are whistling in the stove with the blower.

The shirtless blacksmith masters are not afraid of being burned by the red-hot iron filings. They clamp the red iron in one hand and carry a heavy hammer in the other to beat on the anvil along the street, knocking out clusters of bright sparks, and shouting rhythmic slogans in their mouths, which is very heroic.

The goblins and foreign natives encountered along the way are also more rugged and wild in their clothing. Most of the strong males wear only a sleeveless vest, and the front is not buttoned up, directly exposing distinct muscles.

The females are slightly more conservative, but their dress also shows signs of developing towards the shameless Drow. Except for the privacy parts that are tightly protected, other places are not so particular.

Although everyone is dressed coolly, there is rarely any obscene meaning in their eyes when they scan each other's bodies. Most of them appear generous and very natural. Occasionally, someone makes a few jokes to the opposite sex, but it only elicits a few scolding, which is harmless.

"Yo, friend, you don't seem to be a compatriot from our Green Field Tribe, right?"

Just after turning around two streets in the town, a clever dwarf goblin approached Allen with a smile on his face and started to get close to Allen in a friendly tone.

"Are you looking for someone in our town to build equipment, or do you have something good in your hand that you want to find someone to sell?"

"No matter what you want to do, I have the best contacts in the town here, and I will definitely be able to meet your needs, friend!!"

As the Catoer Mountains and surrounding areas are opened to outsiders, allowing adventurers to explore, and the conflicts between the Elf Kingdom and the Wilderness and the Dwarf Kingdom, the number of adventurers in the Northern Territory has gradually increased.

With more adventurers, the demand for various materials has also risen. Don't look down on the craftsmanship of the craftsmen in Aoluo Town, which is not very good in the Wilderness, but it has gained some fame in this area of the Northern Territory. Therefore, there is no shortage of adventurers bringing funds and materials to Aoluo Town to create suitable equipment or weapons.

A warrior with pursuits and ambitions certainly has requirements for the equipment he wears, especially weapons. Those ordinary standard weapons and equipment can only be used as consumables, but the guys who really make a living still need to be tailored and have certain special effects to help them turn danger into safety at critical moments.

Allen glanced at the young dwarf goblin and replied casually: "I want to find someone to build a set of high-level magic armor. Do you have any suitable candidates?"

Allen was actually just asking casually. Although the black dragon scale armor on his body was a bit old, scarred from countless battles, it was better because its dragon power special effect was very compatible with his fighting style, and its defense power was not bad among legendary-level equipment. Therefore, he never thought about replacing it, and was more willing to spend some price to repair it again and again.

"Ah?"

The short goblin was slightly stunned, with a hint of disbelief in his eyes. A set of high-level magical equipment was quite valuable, and this fellow in a coarse linen robe didn't seem to have the means.

However, the short goblin quickly adjusted his mindset. Regardless of whether this guy was lying or not, it wouldn't hurt to try and stabilize him first.

"Then you've come to the right person. I know two masters who have crafted high-level magical equipment. As long as you can pay the price, I can introduce you to them."

"Oh, really?"

Allen was slightly surprised. He had only answered casually, wanting to find some excuse to get rid of this little broker, but he didn't expect the other party to actually have access to blacksmiths who could forge high-level magical equipment!

"Of course! The masters in our town can forge not only high-level magical equipment but even legendary equipment!"

The dark-faced short goblin heard the disbelief in Allen's words and immediately puffed out his chest and responded forcefully.

"There's even a master who can forge legendary equipment?"

Allen wasn't surprised that there were blacksmiths in the town's two thousand registered blacksmiths who could forge high-level magical equipment. What surprised him before was that even the lowest-level brokers could contact such blacksmiths, which meant that there were quite a few of them. Otherwise, given their scarcity, they wouldn't be associated with these low-level brokers.

What Allen didn't expect was that the town had now cultivated blacksmiths who could forge legendary equipment, which was too important for the tribe.

Even though the Green Field Tribe didn't have many legendary powerhouses, they still had four official legends and one upcoming legendary seed, not to mention the powerhouses of the Snow M弥 and Crow's Claw tribes, which were now considered branches of Green Field.

In the past, if they wanted to forge equipment, they had to go to Mansha City, use connections, and spend a fortune to get a craftsman to work for them, and they couldn't guarantee the quality of the final product. Or, they didn't want to bother and directly bought finished products from chambers of commerce and auction houses, but those equipment had various flaws and didn't match their fighting styles.

Now that they had their own tribe's blacksmith masters, it meant that the tribe's powerhouses didn't need to beg outsiders, and it would be easier to improve their strength.

"Then take me to see this master who can forge legendary equipment. Can you do that?"

Allen reached into his pocket, and when his hand reappeared in front of the short goblin, there was a sapphire in his palm, which immediately made the unnamed short goblin's eyes light up, and he couldn't help swallowing a few mouthfuls of saliva.

"That... I..."

The young short goblin's eyes showed struggle, and he spoke intermittently, finally blurting out a few words: "Sorry, I really don't have the ability to contact that master."

"But friend, if you really just want to forge a set of high-level armor, there's no need to find that master. His fee is really not low. It's not worth it to find him for a set of high-level armor."

"The two blacksmith masters I introduced to you, although they can't forge legendary equipment, the high-level armor they forge is definitely not much worse than that master's."

This short goblin was quite self-aware and didn't dare to lie because he was blinded by the sapphire worth fifty gold coins in Allen's hand. Instead, he honestly tried to persuade Allen.

"Then forget it, I'll just look around some more!"

Hearing this, Allen stopped teasing the little guy. He flicked the sapphire in his hand, and it flew straight to the short goblin's face, where he caught it with his quick hands.

"Friend, what is this?"

The short goblin was still in shock, not expecting that he had encountered such a generous patron this time. He had been rewarded with such a large gemstone without doing anything, which was almost equivalent to his salary for ten years.

Just as he was wondering if he was dreaming, the short goblin suddenly saw a blur, and the bear goblin companion with the mask disappeared before his eyes. When he came back to his senses and looked around, Allen was long gone.

Using the Misty Steps technique to shake off the lucky tribesman, Allen didn't feel bad about rewarding the other party with the sapphire. Anyway, this wealth would eventually circulate within the tribe. Maybe this lucky little guy would invest this windfall in his family's bloodline and eventually cultivate a legendary seed for the tribe.

In the blink of an eye, Allen arrived at a majestic castle in the inner city, which resembled a fortress. Then, he took off the mask on his face and strode inside.

The two soldiers guarding the gate were caught off guard and couldn't stop him. Allen threw them behind him. Just as they were about to warn, Allen turned around and glared at the two warriors, immediately stirring up a huge wave in their hearts. The pressure of his powerful mental strength almost knocked them unconscious.

After slightly punishing the two warriors who were distracted while on duty, Allen quickly found the mayor's daily office, kicked open the closed door, and with a loud bang, a earth goblin inside who was savoring fine wine with a crystal glass was startled and looked up to scold: "Blind..."

"Chieftain!!"

He only said three words of scolding, the old earth goblin who saw the face of the intruder immediately showed a shocked and terrified expression, he got up to meet him, but because of his own fear, his hands and feet were weak, and the legs he took out seemed to be stepping on cotton, and he fell directly into a dog eating mud.

"What's wrong, Mayor?"

"Happen..."

The earth goblins in the other offices in the building heard the movement from the mayor's office and rushed over here.

"Go back to your own business, I'm fine!!"

The earth goblin had retired from the powerful position of the Moore Fortress. Although he hadn't met Allen many times, he was very familiar with Allen's character. He hurriedly got up from the ground and roared sharply, and without waiting for his subordinates to reach the door of his room, he drove them back.

"Chieftain, why are you here in town?"

He carefully walked up to Allen, led Allen to his previous seat, and asked Allen tremblingly with a look of fear and anxiety on his face.

"Aren't you happy to see me?"

Allen looked at the fifty-year-old earth goblin, whose face was somewhat familiar but not very deep, picked up the half-bottle of red wine on the other party's table, and sniffed it in front of his mouth.

"No, no, we have long been looking forward to you, Chieftain, to inspect the place!!"

Sweat kept seeping from the earth goblin's face and body, soaking his expensive silk clothes in just a few tens of seconds.