Green Monster Epic

"......Friends who have come from afar, on behalf of the Green Field Tribe, I sincerely welcome you all!!"

"......The once-in-a-decade Food God Cooking Competition is being held again. I wonder if the skills of the participating contestants have improved significantly after these ten years of honing??"

"......Without further ado, I announce!! The 4th Food God Cooking Competition officially begins!!!"

Dong dong dong~~~

Boom boom boom~~~~

Buzz buzz buzz~~~

The legendary powerhouse of the Green Field Tribe's new generation, the Gnoll Berserker Flook, bit the bullet and flew into the sky. Reciting the manuscript he had memorized by heart, he loudly announced the beginning of another grand event for the Green Field Tribe to the participants who filled the streets, roads, and open spaces of Green Lake City.

With Flook's crude nature, he was actually not suitable for hosting such a grand competition, because some people might make small troubles underneath, requiring the host to be quick-witted. Although he was an excellent warrior, he might not be as smart as many scholars and spellcasters in the tribe when it comes to using his brain.

However, Elder Albard insisted on giving him this task. According to Albard, since he had been promoted to a tribal elder, he had to bear the corresponding obligations while enjoying the power of the tribe. Therefore, honing his social, management, and other skills from now on was something he should start getting used to.

On the mountaintop plaza, on the viewing platform built for this grand event, Albard accompanied hundreds of envoys who came to participate, calmly engaging in exchanges with them.

"Is Lord Alan still not participating in today's opening ceremony?"

The Kobold Mage Dick, representing the Pale Night in this Green Lake City Food God Competition, glanced at the two figures in the distance who were leisurely enjoying the delicious snacks in front of them, and took the initiative to ask a question that everyone was concerned about.

Hearing Dick's question, many eyes perked up, turning their heads to look at Albard, who was sitting on the golden throne on the lower left of the plaza, waiting for his answer.

"My family head has been studying master-level cuisine and improving his cooking skills all these years. He certainly doesn't have much interest in the competition of these unpromising chefs in the tribe. But please rest assured, everyone, we have not forgotten what the family head promised to the various races thirty years ago, and we do not intend to break our promise. The corresponding result will be given to everyone after the competition!!"

The various races of the Mansa Alliance attached great importance to this competition. Many tribes sent envoys to watch the competition who were legendary figures, which could be regarded as second only to the status and strength of the envoys who participated in the first competition. For this appointment, many tribes had been waiting for the day, and no one wanted to be absent when they finally arrived.

Of course, the Green Lake City Cooking Competition itself was also worth attending for various tribes and forces. After all, the food cooked by the chefs in this competition also had good value, especially for those wealthy but unevenly talented forces, the temptation was still not small.

Many of the winning dishes in the previous three competitions were auctioned off and taken back for consumption, which really created a lot of miracle stories. For example, a seedling that a certain family focused on cultivating was stuck at a certain level for several years and could not break through. Later, the family spent a lot of money to bid for a magic dish, and after this talent consumed it, they successfully completed the breakthrough in less than two days.

Such news is now blooming everywhere, which has invisibly created a good advertisement for the effect of magic dishes. The only regret may be that there has not yet been an example of breaking through the major threshold of legend after eating magic dishes, which makes the persuasiveness of magic dishes still a little lacking.

"Hopefully!"

Kobold Mage Dick said indifferently, with a hint of dissatisfaction, but seeing that the two pillars who were present in person did not respond to Albard's answer, he also knew that he had no other way at the moment.

The earth-shattering cheers and celebrations in the city gradually stopped, and then the burly Gnoll Flook, who was standing in the void hundreds of meters high, spoke again: "Before the official start of the competition, please welcome our most important idol of the competition with warm applause and a serious attitude—the Food God, to enter the arena!!!"

"Wow!!"

"Ah~~~~"

The Natural Temple secretly squeezed the living space of the Food God Church, and Albard and Zerang would naturally not sit still and be captured. Although it was not yet suitable for the Food God Church to stand on the stage and appear in the public eye, they were still constantly trying to test the bottom line of the temple by knocking on the sidelines and using some small means.

The high-level psychology of both sides was as clear as a mirror, and small-scale battles were taking place in unseen places, but the environment was so delicate that no one dared to easily tear their faces.

The Natural Church, Da Vinci, and the Centaur Three Kingdoms jointly led another large-scale counterattack war against the Human Alliance, which was in full swing. Although the Human Alliance was attacked by both the Orc Empire and the Wilderness Alliance, its overall strength deserved to be the head of the four civilizations. It was still coping with the offensives of the Orcs and the Wilderness with ease. The war between the three parties had its own victories and defeats. Even after thirty years of fierce fighting, there was still no sign of victory.

However, in the middle of the war, when the Elven Kingdom should have exerted its strength, it was repeatedly hit head-on by the Wilderness and Dwarf forces, suffering considerable losses and causing domestic turmoil. Under the pressure of the situation, in order to stabilize the conservative forces that were gradually emerging internally, the Elven Kingdom began to shrink unimportant displays, and its performance on the main front was not too aggressive. For a time, the front-line battlefield was much calmer.

However, judging from the Elven Kingdom's continued conscription, searching for and hoarding resources, etc., it was clear that they had not completely given up on continuing the war. However, which direction the subsequent troops would be invested in became a problem that the Dwarf Kingdom and the Wilderness Alliance paid more attention to.

In view of this, under the strong request of Alan, a saintly figure in the Northern Territory, the logistics supply of the 200,000 troops in the north and the regular training and other matters have been maintained, just to be able to prevent the Elven side from launching a low-probability counterattack.

The alliance's focus was now on the south, and the powerful enemy in the north could only rely on Alan and other local snakes. Therefore, even if the high-level officials of the Temple Church had determined that Alan had embarked on the road to becoming a god, they could not temporarily build him and his church and tribe into heretical evil forces, but rather endured and waited until the end of the war before making long-term plans.

A team of mighty and majestic gnoll warriors, naked to the waist, worked together to carry a five- or six-meter-high statue of the Gnoll Food God. As Flook's introduction sounded, they walked firmly from the mountaintop square towards the competition venue in the southwest of the outer city.

The Food God statue, now visible to everyone, was dressed in attire identical to the standard uniform of a Magic Chef. Its left hand held a pot, and its right hand held a spatula. Its gaze was fixed intently on the pot, as if it were cooking a delicious dish inside.

The Food God statue also sported many mismatched floral wreaths and sashes, making it look like a mascot created for a festival at first glance. However, in the eyes of some, it immediately stirred up considerable emotional turbulence.

Those who had already joined the Food God Church and possessed genuine Food God statuettes couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment and indignation when they saw this suddenly emerging Food God statue. This was because the statue had the burly and robust physique of a hobgoblin, and its face was based on the most common features among goblins. Everyone felt a sense of familiarity when looking at it, yet they couldn't quite place it, completely different from the Food God himself, who was modeled after Allen's true image.

The priests and chief priests from the various churches of the Nature Temple wore even more somber expressions, a stifling aura building up but not erupting. Even though this 'Food God' was introduced by the Green Field's host as a mascot, they were well aware of what it represented.

This was a counterattack by Albard and Zerlang against the Nature Temple's various churches for snatching their potential believers, and also a powerful test. Since everyone was well aware of the path Allen was taking, and the reputation of this Food God Cooking Competition had spread, they used this as an excuse to erect a virtual Food God statue for the competition. Although it felt somewhat presumptuous, there were precedents for this in various festivals throughout the Ferman World.

Moreover, the Food God statue they erected this time had no resemblance to Allen. Even if the Temple wanted to hold them accountable for this in the future, the Green Field Tribe would have a reason to defend themselves.

As long as the image of the Food God was established, forming a concrete image in the minds of many outsiders who were unaware of the truth, it would be considered a significant victory for the Food God faith. At the same time, it would also be a way for the Food God Church to squeeze open a crack leading to the light in the darkness.

Albard secretly glanced at the leaders of the major churches in Green Lake City not far away, the palms of his hands resting on the armrests of his chair were faintly sweating. The only thing he was worried about with this sudden attack of pulling out this statue was the reaction of the Temple's forces. He had originally thought that Chieftain Allen would show his face in this competition. With him present, even if the leaders of the Temple churches felt resentment and dissatisfaction, they would not dare to show it in front of a Saint pillar.

But who would have thought that Chieftain Allen was still in seclusion and had no intention of coming out, making Albard's arrangement somewhat risky. This was also the reason why he had personally gone to the underground temple to investigate and inquire about Zerlang a few days ago.

Just as Greta, the chief priest of the Nature Church Chapel and a legendary pastor, had a look of determination flashing in her gloomy eyes and was about to take action, a voice with a heavy aura suddenly rang out, immediately interrupting Greta's movements to stand up.

"The toys you little guys have come up with are really interesting. The outside world is spreading rumors about your Chieftain Allen's superb cooking skills, regarding him as the incarnation of the Food God in the Ferman World. Instead of using your Chieftain's heroic appearance as a model, you create this non-existent Food God statue and come up with such a mismatched thing. When your Chieftain sees it, he will definitely smash it to pieces with a single sword!!"

Blicken, the gnoll demigod, one of the five pillars of the wilderness, suddenly spoke. Although his words were full of ridicule for the Green Field Tribe's competition regulations, and he also joked about Allen, who was regarded as the spiritual pillar and idol of the Green Field people, no goblin dared to express dissatisfaction to Blicken because of this.

"Lord Blicken, you can't talk nonsense. Anything related to 'God' in the Ferman World is a taboo. Our Green Field Tribe has only had a few years of good days. Now the outside world is starting to spread rumors about our Chieftain, linking him to the Food God who has never existed in this world. If someone with ulterior motives uses this to sow discord in the ears of Lord Greta and the others, it will be bad."

Even though what he was doing was a taboo, Albard, following Blicken's ridicule, explained in a resounding voice: "So, we discussed and decided to simply erect a 'Food God' who has absolutely no resemblance to our Chieftain, so as to avoid anyone associating this thing with our Tribe's Chieftain in the future."

"Whether there is a Food God in this world or not, others don't know, but I think the noble deities behind the Nature Temple must know. How could they be so昏庸that they are instigated by others!!"

Blicken glanced at the gnome mage meaningfully and continued with interest: "Pastor Greta, you are right, aren't you?"

"...Heretics full of greed but ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth will eventually exist. Otherwise, there would not be so many evil god churches in this Ferman World, hiding in dark and filthy places like rats and insects, living in fear."

Greta, who had originally wanted to directly question Albard's actions, lost her impulse because Blicken suddenly intervened. She just glared at Albard with a gloomy expression and said a few threatening words as a warning: "I believe the rulers of the Green Field Tribe know the stakes and should not risk the danger of the destruction of their entire tribe to get involved with evil spirits and false gods."

"If you really get involved with these forbidden things, even Saint Allen will not be able to protect your tribe of millions of lives!! Cherish your current life!!"

"Haha, I would like to thank you, Lord Greta, for your golden words!!"

Albard laughed heartily, as if he couldn't hear the strong killing intent in Greta's words. He accepted everything in front of him calmly, but when he met Greta's eyes, there was a deep and intense killing intent hidden deep in his mind.

The Green Field Tribe has developed to this day and has never been blessed by the so-called gods in the sky. Everything is the result of the great Chieftain Allen and tens of thousands of Green Field people working hard, fighting, bleeding, and sweating for hundreds of years. Now, these shameless guys are flaunting their power and pointing fingers on their own tribe's territory under the banner of protecting the world, and even threatening the choices made by their respected and admired Chieftain. Even Albard, who has a strong and calm mind, can't help but have a strong malice towards these guys.