Green Monster Epic

On the icy mountain peak, two powerful beings sat knee to knee in a long conversation. This time, Figolas returned to the Dragon Clan and painstakingly delved into the massive library, uncovering many historical secrets. It was difficult for Allen not to try to glean even more information from him.

Figolas also felt that he was taking advantage of Allen this time. He treated some things that he considered of little value, merely ancient and forgotten, as conversation topics and revealed them to Allen one by one, which Allen found very absorbing.

After all, Allen came from humble beginnings and didn't have a powerful, long-standing force like the Dragon Clan as his backing, allowing him to easily learn about the major and minor, detailed events that had occurred over those long years.

This pleasant chat lasted for three whole days and nights. During this time, Allen was also extorted by Figolas for a meal, which was considered his reward for listening to so many secret events.

It wasn't until Figolas couldn't find any more low-value secrets that this conversation came to an end, and Allen was satisfied and prepared to leave.

However, before leaving, Allen didn't forget his true purpose for coming to find Figolas this time. A simple but very effective soundproof barrier was activated as the scroll in Allen's hand shattered, and magical power surged to envelop the surrounding space, while a faint white mist appeared, concealing their figures.

After a long time, as a powerful force within the barrier suddenly broke through the magically shrouded space, the white mist also dissipated, revealing the figures of the two hobgoblins once again. The relatively thin Allen rose from the ground, preparing to leave, while the figure representing the dragon Figolas had a thoughtful expression on his face.

"If this matter succeeds, the reward afterward will definitely satisfy you!!"

Before leaving, Allen didn't forget to turn back and call out to the dragon incarnation who was lost in thought below.

"I told you to let me consider it."

"Then you have to give me an answer quickly, time waits for no one!!"

"Understood."

Figolas looked up and replied impatiently, then watched as Allen's figure turned into a black dot in the sky, disappearing beneath the vast southern land.

Returning to the mountaintop castle in Green Lake City, Allen skillfully followed the secret passage in the castle, heading straight for the meditation chamber in the underground temple. After giving some instructions to Zelong, who was stationed at the temple, Allen once again began his endless journey of seclusion.

This time, Allen's gains from talking and chatting with Figolas were considerable. Leaving aside the miscellaneous historical anecdotes, the secret about the Misty Forest ruins that he exchanged for a master-level dish alone was enough for him to digest and plan for.

It had been five hundred years since he personally entered the ruins to explore, and the astronomical phenomenon of the five stars of the Star God's throne in the sky connecting in a line was now slowly occurring again, and it was estimated that this astronomical phenomenon would reappear in the sky of Fayman World before long.

Reviewing the bits and pieces of memories from his time in the maze in his mind, Allen now belatedly realized that the Oak Knights' Captain Noding's answer that they were also entering the ruins for the first time was actually a deceptive tactic.

If they were really entering the ruins for the first time, their team wouldn't have acted like locusts when they advanced, scavenging any flowers, plants, animals, and various architectural decorations and accessories along the way, or directly destroying them.

At the time, Allen thought that the other party believed that these historical relics had some use, but now that he knew the secrets, he realized that they were searching for the whereabouts of that core artifact.

If Figolas hadn't revealed the secrets to him in time, perhaps when the five stars aligned, Allen would have only remembered that there were ruins to explore and would have casually assembled a few teams from the Thorns Ring team to go and explore and train, without paying much attention to it.

And this, perhaps, was the reason why Noding and the others deceived him back then.

Now, there should be six or seven years before the true arrival of the five-star alignment. Before secluding himself, Allen had already instructed Zelong and the others to prepare to draw elite warriors from the tribe to establish several teams, and wait until the time came to go to the Misty Forest with him.

As for the members of the Thorns Ring team, Allen hadn't made up his mind whether to inform them of this news. He would wait and see if he gained anything after this seclusion before making a decision.

Taking a deep breath, Allen expelled or suppressed the chaotic thoughts in his mind, and his sea of consciousness instantly became calm and peaceful.

The image formed by the main consciousness in the mind sat opposite the divine consciousness, and the two illusory images rapidly approached and merged in the shock, but did not completely merge, and a vast stream of information was shared between the two consciousnesses.

Re-separating into two independent consciousnesses, the divine consciousness continued to devote itself to meticulous deduction and analysis with a blank expression, while Allen, through the few conjectures derived from the logical calculations of the other party during this period, began his attempt to perceive the earth's veins of the Green Field Plain.

The majestic spiritual filaments surged into the magnificent and sacred statue of the Food God in the temple without any hindrance. Under the blessing effect of the statue, the spiritual filaments instantly soared to the sky thousands of meters high, and then exploded like brilliant fireworks, shooting towards the entire territory controlled by the Green Field tribe.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!

The breeze blew through the lush treetops in the wilderness, and the playful and agile wind elements danced in the vast world with the breeze, chasing each other.

Boom boom boom!!!!

Dark clouds layered upon layer, and wild electric snakes rolled and wandered between the dark clouds. Wherever they passed, groups of restless electric elements cheered and waved flags; between the clouds, scattered raindrops were condensing, and then turned into raindrops that nourished all things and sprinkled on the earth. The gentle and peaceful water elements soared freely in the tiny raindrops, blending into all things and living beings.

On the vast land, herds of beasts galloped between the mountains and forests, sometimes stopping to rest and feed, but also very vigilantly pricked up their ears, ready to retreat at any time; ferocious beasts lay prostrate on the ground, patiently moving forward in small steps, slowly creeping towards the target locked in their eyes.

.........

One beautiful or cruel picture after another appeared before Allen's eyes, dazzling him, but soon these chaotic pictures disappeared, and Allen's spiritual filaments once again swooped down from the sky, heading straight for the earth.

The steady and honest earth spirits lingered around Allen's spiritual filaments, seemingly knowing that the guardian of this land was patrolling his territory. As the filaments penetrated deep into the ground, almost reaching the limit of Allen's spiritual control, a surging and hot aura rushed towards him.

Although the scalding and hot aura was only the perception fed back by the spiritual filaments, when it fell into the spiritual world of Allen, who was at the Saint level, he couldn't help but frown slightly.

Golden and dazzling heat waves filled Allen's entire vision, as if some powerful creature was stirring inside, setting off rolling waves, and the face of the earth was undulating like the sea. The complex and intertwined magical auras converged in this deep underground soil to form a piece of music, playing in Allen's conscious perception.

Wanting to find the so-called pulse of the earth hidden among these chaotic noises was no less difficult than finding a needle in a haystack, but for Allen, who was accustomed to exploring and experimenting alone and being with failure, as long as there was a relatively clear direction, then it would only take time and extreme patience.

Until a stinging pain came from his brain and the diffusion of his spiritual power reached its limit, Allen slowly withdrew his spiritual threads and began to meditate to restore his depleted spiritual power. This underground search process had already taken a full ten days.

Time passed in this monotonous process. After Allen's spiritual power was restored again, he once again scattered his own spiritual filaments and went deep into the ground to find the source of various magical auras of different frequencies, and finally extracted it from the complex magical tide.

Although the method was clumsy, and it might even end up being a waste of time, and the road was wrong from the beginning. But at least it proved the infeasibility of this road, and eliminated a direction for the correct choice, which was not without gain.

At least in Allen's heart, he had long been prepared.

Time passed in this boring process. Allen hid in this secluded temple, continuing his attempts tirelessly, unaware of the passage of time. He originally thought that he might not leave this meditation chamber until he had gained something, but unexpectedly, an accident broke his plan.

Tap tap tap!!

The rhythmic and crisp knocking sound rang on the door, alarming the magic shield arranged in the secret room, and also pulling Allen's consciousness back from the underground to reality.

"Come in!!!"

Shaking his head slightly to shake off the fatigue from his brain and body, Allen patted the mechanism beside him and casually shouted to the door.

Crack!!

The heavy door slowly opened, and standing at the door were actually Albad and Zelong, who walked into the training chamber with somewhat solemn expressions.

"Chieftain, Chief Fendi of the Argon tribe has passed away."

After entering the room, Albad spoke a somewhat heavy message, but it was not unexpected by Allen.

"When did he go??"

Allen sighed inwardly. Although he had been mentally prepared, he couldn't help but sigh when he heard the news.

"The night before two days ago, yesterday the envoy of the Argon tribe came to send a letter, the funeral will be held in five days, hoping that the chieftain can participate."

"It's time to send him off."

Allen had already made up his mind and nodded: "Prepare a funeral gift for me from the tribe, to express my condolences."

"Yes, we have already had people prepare it."