Green Monster Epic

The pulsation of nature is ever-changing, filled with a mysterious and alluring flavor. A moment of carelessness can lead to being lost within it, assimilated by it.

Allen had not anticipated that the seemingly calm, subtle, and harmless rhythm of nature would be so perilous. During the exploration, Allen belatedly realized that he had almost been completely attracted and assimilated by the rhythm of nature. If his own will hadn't been firm enough, and if his divine consciousness hadn't been present to awaken his self, his soul might have become a member of this eternal and magnificent natural rhythm, and his body might have been dominated and replaced by the divine consciousness.

When Allen finally awoke and regained his unique existence, he looked at the passing time and realized that more than three years had passed. However, his own consciousness had no memory of those three years, as if the passage of time was only a fleeting moment.

If the divine consciousness had taken control of the body, with 'its' absolute rational and emotionless state, there would have been almost no possibility for Allen's main consciousness to return.

However, in the end, it turned out to be a blessing in disguise. Allen's perception of the natural rhythm had greatly improved after this incident. As long as his mental energy was slightly focused and the frequency of his soul approached the recorded natural rhythm, he could clearly perceive the ubiquitous pulse of nature.

It should be known that Allen initially needed to expand the domain of his regional authority and have sufficient mental focus just to perceive this natural rhythm.

As for other powerful figures who wanted to perceive this rhythm, unless they were Saint-level spellcasters with extraordinary and keen mental energy, it would be difficult for ordinary warriors to deeply sense the aura of nature.

The enhancement of perception was unexpectedly powerful for Allen, allowing him to spare more energy to analyze and record the ever-changing natural rhythm. Although the natural rhythm seemed to be constantly changing on the surface, making it difficult to understand, Allen vaguely felt that there was a certain pattern deep down within this seemingly varied natural rhythm through long-term contact and understanding.

It was just that the numerous biological auras and geological changes in nature obscured the most authentic natural rhythm. Too much interference, coupled with the subtle and difficult-to-detect essence, made it impossible for Allen to start until now.

However, now that his perception had been enhanced, Allen could perceive the rhythm of nature more easily and clearly. As he painstakingly recorded the rhythms he perceived, little by little, and as the perceived and recorded rhythms became more and more numerous and longer, the underlying rhythm hidden within the complex changes gradually emerged before Allen's eyes.

Once he had a general framework, and then slowly unraveled and decomposed the infection auras of other natural organisms, the true rhythm would naturally be obtained by Allen.

Just as Allen was finally gaining something, several forceful knocks suddenly came from outside the quiet and closed secret room door.

His meditation interrupted, Allen opened his tiger-like eyes, and a golden light emerged from the depths of his pupils, clearly illuminating the surrounding dim space.

"Come in."

Pressing the mechanism next to him, the locked door slowly opened with a muffled sound. At the door stood the legendary Earth Gnome, Zelong, wearing a specially designed divine priest robe with a cylindrical chef's hat embroidered with gold thread near the heart on the left chest, and a knife and fork crossed over the hat's outline, standing humbly and respectfully.

"My Lord, the astrologer reports that several stars belonging to the Star God Constellation have begun to move and will align in at most half a year."

Zelong explained in a low voice to Allen the reason for disturbing his seclusion: "Also, Lord Figlas has repeatedly approached Elder Albard, inquiring about your Lordship's whereabouts."

"Is it about this matter! !"

Time always passes quickly when one is in seclusion for research. Allen didn't even feel it, and several years had already passed. If it weren't for Zelong and the others reminding him, Allen would probably have cultivated in the secret room for a longer time until his attempts yielded results.

"Alright, I understand."

"Has the team going to explore the ruins been assembled?"

"It has been assembled. There are a total of 122 members. Do you need to view their roster?"

"No, I trust your choices."

"What about the teams from the other tribes? ? Have they been assembled? ? Have they chosen a time and place to gather? ?"

"They have also assembled teams of about the same size as ours. The gathering place is also chosen to be our Green Lake City, and they have all arrived at the military camp outside our city and are training with our team members to cultivate their tacit cooperation in tactics… …"

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After grabbing Zelong and asking him in detail for a long time, he asked about the tribe's development and changes during his years of seclusion, and he was very satisfied with all the developments and changes. It could be seen that Elder Albard had put a lot of effort into these years.

The total population of the Greenwild Tribe has steadily increased. In the latest statistics, the two important towns and many satellite villages and manors have grown to more than 1.5 million people. Although this has brought considerable resource pressure and management problems, the development around the Greenwild Plain has just begun, and there is still enough space for the tribe to live and live.

Commercial trade and tax revenue have stagnated. After all, being at war with the Elf Kingdom has greatly affected normal commercial activities. It is commendable that the trade teams to the Northern Territory can maintain their original scale. This is also thanks to the fame of Green Lake City as the capital of cuisine, which has attracted many merchants to trade and filled the gap that cannot be normally traded with the Elf Kingdom.

However, with the coordination, orderly planning, and development of the various member tribes in the Northern Territory under the platform of the Ring of Thorns, it has gradually transformed from a barren land known for having no special products or resources in the wilderness to a reputation of abundant products.

With the forging skills brought by the dwarves and gray dwarf branches, as well as the proficiency of the Drow in creating magical jewelry, alchemical potions, and other professional knowledge, coupled with the Greenwild Tribe's original magical cooking profession, the status of the Northern Territory in the wilderness has gradually become important.

"By the way, how is the construction progress of Green Lake City? Can the connection between the Divine Seal and the magic base be completed before we head south to explore the Misty Forest? ?"

Allen was naturally happy about the strength and development of the group, but the sense of complacency that came with it once again surfaced in Allen's mind.

"This is also what Elder Albard asked me to tell the Lord. They are working overtime to build the base city wall and will definitely be able to meet the minimum requirements for embedding the Divine Seal before the exploration team sets off."

"That's good! ! !"

Allen's furrowed brows relaxed, and he was very satisfied with the behavior of his subordinates.