Green Monster Epic

Chapter 1068: Revisiting Old Haunts (Happy New Year!)

Because the God Seal needed to be placed, Allen had the adventurer teams of the Thorns Ring members disperse into smaller groups to head south first, waiting at the edge of the Misty Forest.

After Allen finished his business, he happened to run into the dragon Figglas again.

"Aren't you going to explore the maze ruins yourself this time?"

Figglas seemed even more concerned about exploring the maze than Allen. For this matter, he even changed his dragon habits. In these decades, he hasn't had a stable sleep for long.

But thinking about it, it's understandable. Dragons' long lifespans make their attitude towards life and existence indifferent. Every time they wake up from their slumber, to kill the boredom, they always want to find something exciting to add fun.

And since the dragon Figglas latched onto Allen, the God of Cookery, the means of slowly accumulating power and improving oneself through sleep was no longer in his eyes. Instead of sleeping, it's better to collect some ingredients and ask Allen to make him a delicacy, the effect of which can be worth hundreds of years of sleep.

"I was just about to go to the snow mountain to find you. You came here first!"

The training ground was empty, with only Allen wielding the Bone Cleaver alone, performing boring and simple basic swordsmanship exercises, tirelessly raising his sword and slashing directly into the void.

Even at the Saint level, Allen has never given up on honing his skills and tactics. The Gnoll, who is hailed as a genius figure in the mouths of outsiders, is actually taking one step at a time, using sweat and blood to cultivate his current tyrannical strength that is unparalleled in the wilderness.

The Black Dragon Scale Armor on his body has been renewed with the precious materials from the Drow Matron's treasury. Not only is it brand new, but the overall defense has also been improved. The special effect 'Dragon Power' passive effect has been strengthened by more than two times, and the active activation duration has increased by more than one time. It can be activated once every ten days, only one step away from entering the bottom of the demigod level. Although wearing it on Allen, a Saint, is still a bit shabby, the armor's own attributes and special effects fit Allen's own fighting style, and its effectiveness far exceeds that of ordinary demigods.

Not to mention that this scale armor has been with him for almost as long as the Bone Cleaver in his hand. Like the Bone Cleaver, it has already merged with Allen's aura. If it can reach the demigod level in the future, its usage cost will be almost non-existent for Allen, which is far more cost-effective than replacing other demigods.

Also, he replaced his left thumb with a jade thumb ring, which can cast Dimensional Anchor magic three times a day. When facing assassins or chasing fleeing spellcasters, it is more concealed and sudden, giving Allen more confidence when facing difficult opponents, making up for his shortcomings.

Originally, he never wore other accessories except for necklaces, but this time Allen made two ear piercings on the earlobes of his pointed, furry ears, and hung a pair of ink-black jewel earrings. This pair of earrings can cast 'Cyclops Power' three times a day. Although the blessing effect is not as good as Allen's own Fury skill and Dragon Power, and cannot be superimposed with these two skills, it can at least give Allen a few more tactical preparations.

In addition, there is…

In terms of Allen's character as a Saint-level existence, he doesn't advocate using external objects to improve his strength, so in these years, except for the Bone Cleaver in his hand and the Black Dragon Scale Armor on his body, the other items are basically spoils of war that he picked up in various battles.

Moreover, if the characteristics of these spoils do not match Allen's fighting style, he would rather hand them over to the clan's public treasury than carry them on his body to make up the numbers. Therefore, it was not until he killed three Saints and one Demigod in a great battle and made a fortune that he could be considered to have replaced all his equipment.

Taking advantage of the current training opportunity, Allen is also constantly emitting different magical syllables, familiarizing himself with the effects of the replaced equipment, so that he can use it more skillfully in battle.

"I was originally planning to leave in two days, but since you're here, then let's leave tomorrow, how about it?"

With a wave of his hand, the various magics formed by the rippling magic power around him quietly dissipated, and Allen looked up and asked.

"I'm fine with anything, after all, you are the employer!"

Figglas' words revealed a bit of cleverness, reminding Allen of the reward he promised him.

"Okay, it's settled then."

Allen didn't care. It was more reassuring that the other party had something to ask of him.

Staying for one more night, Allen actually didn't need to do too much other preparation. His resources and equipment have never been as abundant as they are now. When the sky brightened the next day, Allen and Albad, who accompanied him, and Kerr, who was a little unhappy, gave some instructions before taking off with the dragon Figglas and disappearing into the distant sky.

More than half a month later, in the northwestern edge of the Misty Forest, two figures were running wildly on the ground, dragging two sparse trails of smoke and dust.

After approaching the edge of the forest shrouded in mist, the two figures stopped. It was Allen and Figglas, two powerhouses who had rushed to the Misty Forest from the Northern Territory. Allen took out a magic beacon from his dimensional bag, checked the direction shown on the beacon, and pointed to his right hand: "Let's go this way."

Immediately, the two figures disappeared into the vast mist as quickly as they had come.

Revisiting the old place, but Allen, the Saint, didn't seem to have too many feelings, and even the surrounding scenery was so unfamiliar that he didn't feel any familiarity at all. However, Allen today is no longer like the last adventure, running around in the mist like a headless fly.

With the exquisite magical items in his hand as an aid, and with the support of his huge mental power and domain power, it didn't take long for Allen and Figglas to reunite with the team from the Northern Territory.

"Chieftain!"

"Your Excellency!"

The number of Thorns Ring team members who came to explore the maze ruins this time exceeded five hundred. Except for the Drow branch and the Uruk tribe, which were deliberately blocked from the news, the other tribes each sent a team of about a hundred people to participate in this operation.

Because Allen, the Saint leader, personally led the team, the other tribes did not send out the powerhouses of each tribe, but the descendants of the important families of each tribe were not sent in less. After all, not everyone has the opportunity to show their talents in front of Allen, the Saint-level existence.

If during this adventure journey, the children of the tribe can be favored by Allen and personally taught some of their skills and tactics, even if they are only asked about their background and name, it is worth it.

When Allen and the others found this group of people through the beacon, these guys had already gained a lot in this Misty Forest. Even high-level magic beasts had been killed by them, not to mention the various precious magic plants and herbs in the forest.

However, more of the magic beasts in the forest had already entered the depths of the maze through some secret means. The number and quality of the magic beasts staying in this forest were not many, which allowed the Northern Territory team that arrived early to pick up the cheap.

At the same time, the mist covering the sky above the forest also became thinner. As the magic lock energy gradually dissipated, the magical power that confused people's hearts and lost their sense of direction in the mist was also weakening, which made the name of the Misty Forest, one of the five wilderness Jedi, not as exaggerated as the rumors said.

"Didn't you say that there is still a dragon living in this forest? Are you very familiar with it?"

After reuniting with the team members, Allen didn't have much to do. There was still half a month before the Star God Throne's five-star alignment was formed. During this time, Allen couldn't possibly run to mingle with the cubs who were originally here to hone themselves and snatch their spoils, right?

Therefore, the two powerhouses comfortably stayed in the camp set up by the team, enjoying the good life of being served hand and foot every day.

In his spare time, Allen would also chat with the dragon, subtly probing to see if he could learn any secrets from this dragon. Compared with the history and secrets recorded under the long inheritance of the dragon clan, the Greenwild Tribe's accumulation in this area is still too little.

"That's just a magic beast that hangs the name of my dragon clan. A mere magic beast that has been contaminated with some White Dragon bloodline, how can it be qualified to be called a dragon!"

Figglas looked at him with contempt and disdain: "If I encounter that magic beast, I will personally tear its body apart, so as not to tarnish the reputation of my dragon clan!"

Allen was slightly surprised. After all, the dragon in this Misty Forest has been living for a long time. According to the information, it should be an adult dragon that has survived a molting disaster, and its strength has definitely reached the peak of the legend. Such a powerful dragon has not been recognized by Figglas, who is also of dragon blood, which is indeed a bit puzzling to Allen.

However, thinking about the dragon's own race branch, and the information revealed by Figglas just now, Allen quickly understood.

White Dragons are the lowest and weakest branch among the major branches of the Dragon Clan. They were almost expelled from the Dragon Clan because the White Dragon's physique is very different from other Dragon branches, and in their infancy, they would hunt like beasts without any intelligence until the ancient memories inherited from their bloodlines were slowly stimulated in the battles and growth, and then they would become normal dragons.

And this dragon living in the Misty Forest is a hybrid species bred by the White Dragon branch and other magic beasts. Although it inherited the external form and memory of the White Dragon branch, in the eyes of Figglas, a powerful dragon descendant with a pure bloodline, this guy is not qualified to be compared with himself.

"Okay, if we really encounter this dragon next, then I won't be polite to it!"

"Hmph! To kill it, it must be done by me, it's none of your business!"

"It's okay if I don't do it, but its flesh and blood must be divided into half for me…"

"No, the dignity of the Dragon Clan cannot be trampled on…"