Green Monster Epic

“… … Regarding Elder Cole's matter, she pressured me not to tell you, Chieftain, saying it was meant to be a surprise for you!!”

Back at the mountain castle, the commotion of Allen's return quickly attracted Albard and Zelleron. Now that all the tribe's secrets had been revealed to Cole, and she was no longer the naive goblin of the past, Zelleron, the tribe's hidden legendary powerhouse, could naturally appear before Cole.

Albard secretly glanced at Cole, who wore a smug expression, and then directly began to tattle to Allen.

“I knew she was behind this! But this time, it truly was a surprise. From now on, our tribe has another demigod! It's worth celebrating!!”

Allen understood Cole's temperament well; she was capable of such things. Only she could make Albard cooperate and hide her movements from Allen.

“I don't want to!!!”

Upon hearing about holding a celebration, with herself as the protagonist, Cole's smiling face immediately fell. She shook her head repeatedly, clearly displaying resistance.

“The decision isn't up to you, but rather whether it benefits the tribe. So, your attitude isn't important.”

Allen wouldn't abandon the celebration just because of the girl's attitude. He was already somewhat troubled by the lack of action from the Temple recently, so he could use Cole's advancement to provoke them.

“Send invitations to the wilderness and surrounding major forces, especially the Elven Kingdom. Send a special envoy to invite them to participate in the Green Field Tribe's second demigod advancement celebration!!”

Last time, when an envoy was sent to the Elven Kingdom, they did send a delegation of considerable size to the Green Field Tribe, and they stayed for quite some time. However, this was ultimately Allen exerting pressure, so he didn't personally meet with their envoy, showing the Temple his stance at the time.

But as the past dozen years had passed, the Nature Temple still hadn't followed up. Although both sides maintained peaceful and normal relations until now, Allen believed that their desire to continue to handle their relationship with him with a cold shoulder was already a fact.

It should be known that although the battles on the southern front with humans had not ceased in these past dozen years, there had been no large-scale casualties. However, the Alliance had once again conscripted warriors and replenished supplies, clearly preparing for a major war.

And after this conscription by the Wilderness Alliance, negative emotions such as complaints and resentment not only began to surface in reality, but also many tribal representatives directly expressed resistance and opposition to the conscription during routine Alliance meetings.

Clearly, the Alliance members had begun to resist this seemingly endless conscription in action. The time when they would directly unite to oppose the Temple's war efforts in the south was not far off.

Therefore, the Temple would inevitably need to accelerate its pace, gather the most elite forces, and launch a decisive battle with humans to determine the future, then temporarily end the long war in the south, allowing the wilderness tribes to have a chance to recuperate and eliminate their growing resentment and dissatisfaction.

At the same time, it would also allow the Temple to free up its hands and concentrate its forces to deal with that fellow who dared to be disrespectful to the Temple!!

Although this was just Allen's own speculation about the current situation, and in his calculations, the truthfulness of this speculation wasn't very high, the lack of a positive response from the Temple ultimately made Allen's previous efforts seem somewhat futile, which made him feel somewhat unhappy.

“Send that 'Luminous Glory' dish as a gift to the Elven Kingdom!!”

You can't catch wolves without skinning your cubs. Since the Temple wasn't taking action, even if he didn't really intend to lean towards the Elven Kingdom, he had to start preparing and acting for his own safety and retreat.

At the very least, he had to give them some pressure and let them feel his determination.

“… … Understood.”

Albard was slightly stunned, but then he immediately understood the key and nodded in agreement.

“But I really don't like those kinds of occasions!!”

Cole still frowned, looking very unhappy.

“It doesn't matter if you don't like it. When the time comes, you just need to sit in your own seat and wear a smile on your face. Albard and the others will naturally handle the rest.”

“Moreover, the protagonist this time isn't just you, a goblin. There are also two other goblins in the tribe who have successfully cooked master-level dishes. Perhaps they will steal your spotlight then.”

Allen simultaneously dropped a small bomb, immediately causing Albard, Zelleron, and others standing nearby to light up. Their faces, which already had smiles, became even brighter.

This was truly a fountain of good news! In fact, in addition to the good news about Cole and the two master-level chefs, Albard also wanted to report to Allen that another goblin warlock in the tribe had completed the breakthrough in finding his legendary path, becoming a newly promoted legendary warlock.

Adding in the two legendary goblins who had also completed their breakthroughs before, the tribe now had as many as five legendary powerhouses. And with the support of the Green Field Tribe's resources and education system, the Raven's Claw and Snowme tribes, which had become increasingly bound and integrated with the Green Field Tribe over the years, had also overcome the awkward situation of a lack of successors and returned to a more normal trajectory, with each tribe having three legendary powerhouses stationed.

But thinking about it, it was normal. After all, the Green Field Tribe was now a large tribe with a million people. If you included the other two tribes that depended on the Green Field Tribe and shared its fate, their total population even exceeded two million. Being able to have such strength now could only be considered relatively normal, without much brilliance.

But it was very clear that from now on, the development of the Green Field Three Tribes would only get better and better. The number of people and legendary powerhouses would also reach new highs. It would probably be at least two thousand years before they started to decline.

With Allen, this great chieftain, sitting in the tribe, the Green Field Tribe would have a bright and promising future.

Albard's heart stirred up wave after wave of waves, a wave of happiness that was surrounding him. Fortunate to be able to lead and witness the Green Field Tribe climb peak after peak of glory in his hands, Albard felt that his sacrifices and efforts over the years were worth it.

“How is the northern front recently?”

“Everything is fine. Since listening to the chieftain's instructions and expressing goodwill to the Elven Kingdom, we have retreated the front line back to the Cold Wind Ridge and Thunder Fortress line, and have not taken the initiative to cause trouble.”

“However, the Elven Kingdom seized the opportunity and increased its investment in their northern and central battlefields, causing the dwarven kingdom's army to suffer some small losses.”

“… … Hmm … …”