Green Monster Epic

Chapter 1070 Unexpected Event

Time passed quickly, and the exploration of the maze progressed well. However, Allen underestimated the area of this demiplane. Although he constantly squeezed the warriors of this exploration team, and scoured countless maze node areas, he still didn't catch a glimpse of the entire maze.

The deeper Allen delved into exploring this maze ruin, the more intense his interest in this demiplane became. Each maze node area, resembling an independent world, was a naturally cycling ecosystem, teeming with bizarre creatures of varying strengths.

Here, Allen not only encountered creatures that already existed in the Feyman World, such as savage lions, ironback bears, and shadow panthers, but also abyssal creatures from the endless abyss, such as bat demons, barbed demons, and demon claw flowers, and even many creatures that Allen couldn't name at all, creatures he was seeing for the first time.

Although the number of these creatures wasn't too large, each independent area seemed tailor-made for them, sufficient for them to breed and thrive, yet firmly controlling their numbers to prevent them from becoming rampant. Moreover, the overall strength of the creatures living in each area was consistent, and apart from the legendary-level leaders, the strength fluctuation of ordinary species was not significant.

Furthermore, the area of this demiplane far exceeded Allen's expectations. Judging from the area of the Assassin's Guild demiplane that he had personally explored so far, the total area of this demiplane was probably even larger.

One couldn't know what methods those goddess descendants who discovered this demiplane had used in the beginning, and how much effort and resources they had spent to build a demiplane into a maze as scattered as stars and as complex as a clock.

This was exactly the training ground that Allen envisioned for the goblin warriors of the Green Field Tribe. If he could control this demiplane in the tribe's hands, then the number and proportion of high-level or higher combat professionals in the Green Field Tribe in the future would probably experience another rapid increase.

With a larger number of high-level combat professionals, the proportion of those promoted to legendary powerhouses would naturally increase accordingly. When that time came, it wouldn't be an unattainable dream for a Green Field Tribe to possess a dozen or even dozens of legendary or higher powerhouses.

Thinking of these things, Allen's usually cold and rational emotions suddenly gained a touch of warmth and passion. A long-lost desire rose from the bottom of his heart, urging him to find a way to embrace this opportunity.

However, the dream was beautiful, but reality was cruel. In another massive building complex resembling a mage's spire, dozens of Northland warriors were cleaning up the battlefield, searching for the remains of destroyed puppets and the various abandoned rooms in the building, while Allen, who was sitting firmly in the main hall of the building's center, was still meditating cross-legged, deploying his domain power to search the building.

There were several visible deep furrows at his slightly furrowed brow, indicating that this exploration was likely to be fruitless again. He couldn't even find an object that resonated with or resembled the natural vein frequency of the Green Field Plain that Allen had memorized, causing Allen to wonder whether his exploration of the natural veins in his memory was useless, or whether the natural veins he had memorized were simply wrong.

Allen, who had a resolute personality, was ultimately shaken by too many unknowns and uncertainties. However, he never liked to give up halfway through things, so even if he felt that the natural veins he had explored might be wrong, he still continued the tedious and boring screening in each area he passed in an orderly manner.

Not far from him, the accompanying Northland warriors piled up objects with a certain magical aura or unique shape that they had scavenged from various corners in a corner of the main hall, a chaotic pile of various odds and ends, including uniquely shaped statues, parts that had fallen from some kind of magical device, and even a piece of stone or brick with a slight magical aura.

The spellcasting professionals in the team sat next to the pile of miscellaneous objects that had been piled up into a small mountain, spreading out a pile of forest debris in front of them, chanting words to activate the magical power in their bodies. Spells and divine spells that dispelled the magical concealment on the surface of objects, such as True Sight and Dispel Magic, fell lightly on the dozen or so items of various sizes that were neatly arranged.

The power of magic penetrated into the objects, but these things showed no reaction. Then, they were flung aside and the space in front of them was cleared again. Warriors would then set up a dozen or dozens of items from the mountain-like pile of miscellaneous objects for them to identify.

Although this was a clumsy method, it was indeed very effective. Apart from being somewhat slow, it could also reveal the unknown magical device while ensuring its integrity.

However, apart from Allen and Figglas, none of the other members could explain why they were going to so much trouble to collect these scraps. However, due to the order of Allen, the bear goblin leader, even if they were full of curiosity, they didn't dare to ask, but just buried their heads and acted according to Allen's instructions.

"...Sigh!"

Reopening his eyes, Allen sighed in rare dejection, attracting the attention of the dragon not far away.

"Looking at you, it's obvious that you still haven't found anything?"

Hearing the dragon's teasing, Allen looked up and gave the other party a white eye, too lazy to pay attention to him. He turned his head directly to look at the attendant beside him: "Has this building been cleaned up almost? ?"

"Yes, the team members are ready and can set off at any time! !"

Answering Allen was a bear goblin warrior in his thirties, carrying a heavy sword on his back, his voice steady and powerful.

"That's good, after they finish their screening here..."

"Hmm? ? ?"

Allen was about to continue giving instructions, but suddenly his mental perception sensed an aura appearing out of nowhere in this area, rapidly approaching from the entrance of the passage they had come from, with a very clear target.

Sensing the other party, Allen moved, and the bear goblin warrior only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and Allen had disappeared. Then, a strong wind swept over, causing his face to tingle.

The perception of the distant dragon Figglas was only one breath slower than Allen. Seeing Allen's actions, he lost interest and was too lazy to move, continuing to dispose of the gradually decreasing scraps in a haphazard manner.

The figure darting through the building quickly came into Allen's view. That somewhat familiar face was filled with panic, tension, solemnity, and other expressions, and his body was covered with wounds from fierce fighting, but it was a rogue scout member of the Northland team.

Just as the other party was running and looking for the marks left by Allen's team, suddenly he only felt a strong wind blowing towards him, and a black shadow suddenly appeared on the originally empty road ahead. Just as he raised a pair of scimitars in panic to counterattack, the figure in front of him suddenly stretched out a large hand, accurately pinching the sharp blades when the two knives crossed. The gnoll race scout was like being embedded in diamond, unable to move even a bit.

Only then did the scene before the jackal's eyes gradually become clear. After seeing the face of the figure blocking his way, he was first delighted and then shocked. He quickly released his hands holding the double blades and explained in a panic, "I'm sorry, Your Excellency, I didn't see clearly..."

"What's the rush? What happened?"

Allen didn't mind. The other party's expression and movements clearly indicated a problem.

"When our team was exploring a plantation, we encountered another team. They relied on their team's strength to try to seize the ownership of the plantation..."

Listening to the jackal scout's incoherent report, Allen's eyebrows furrowed, and his tone became gloomy: "Didn't you state your identity?"

"We... we stated our identity later, but the other party was a Church team and didn't intend to stop!"

The jackal scout wore a bitter face, denouncing the other party's behavior.

"Now Captain Kenny and the others have fallen into their hands. I was the only one who escaped to report to you."

"...Lead the way!"

The jackal felt a tightening around the back of his neck, and then his feet left the ground as he was lifted into the air. The whistling wind hit his face, making it difficult for him to even open his eyes.

The maze was mainly intricate and complex. Many passages seemed to be constantly advancing, but in reality, they were unconsciously falling into a subtle dead loop, or simply being led into a dead end. This was the origin of the maze.

Even though Allen led the Northrend team, most of their time was wasted in the maze. The number of relic spaces hidden in the passage nodes that they could actually find was not that large, and the time spent exploring these relics was far less than the time wasted in the maze passages.

However, now with the jackal scout leading the way, Allen arrived at the plantation that the other party had spent five or six days finding in just two magic hours at full speed.

Before even reaching the passage exit, Allen had already sensed the aura of two powerful figures. Then, he threw the jackal to the ground, and a dark golden light suddenly appeared in his hand, stirring up a more violent gale as he charged over.

Regardless of who the opponent was, and regardless of whether the jackal scout had concealed anything when reporting to him, as long as he clearly told him that they had revealed the identity of the Thorns Ring, then Allen had to show an absolutely strong and domineering style of dealing with things.

Especially since the opponent was a Church force, which had bullied him countless times before without receiving due retribution, it would be false to say that Allen didn't hold any resentment in his heart. He had only been forced to compromise due to the difference in strength between them. But this time, even after suffering a major loss, the other party still showed no fear of him and Northrend, so Allen could take the opportunity to teach them another lesson.

Even if the Northrend team might not be on the moral high ground this time, Allen could 'earn' a share of justice for Northrend.

As for whether this might be another scheme by the Temple against Allen, it wasn't that Allen underestimated the other party, thinking that they didn't have the courage and strength, but considering realistic and uncontrollable variables, this probability was infinitely close to zero.

Therefore, Allen confidently and seemingly recklessly charged over, wanting to support and cheer on his faction members.

In the plantation ruins, dozens of adventurers were busy cleaning up the dozens of types of magic plant materials that had grown luxuriantly for hundreds of years without being taken care of, and they were in a very happy mood. However, the two legendary figures in the team, one from the Church of Nature and the other from the Church of the Silent Forest, couldn't see any joy on their faces. At this time, they were troubled as they looked at the seven or eight prisoners by the spring in the center of the plantation.

Next to these warriors with their hands and feet bound, there were also several cold corpses. They were the Northrend warriors who had stubbornly resisted in the battle a day ago and angered the two legendary powerhouses, and were killed with heavy hands.

However, after the battle ended and the two legendary figures calmed down, they began to have a headache.

The other party revealed the identity of their team when the situation was tense, but the number of magic plants in this plantation was huge, including some rare plant materials that were difficult to find even in the Mansa Wilderness. Under the lure of profit, even if the other party arrived at this plantation at almost the same time as their team, the leaders of the two major churches were not prepared to hand them over to this small group of a mere dozen people who didn't even have a legendary powerhouse.

Doing such a thing that shows weakness and spreading it out would be a considerable blow to the prestige of the Church of Nature and the Church of the Silent Forest. Even if the two church legends had noble identities, they would probably be subject to considerable and severe punishment.

However, in addition to this toughness, the subsequent hidden dangers were also not small. After interrogating the captives who had been disarmed and restrained, and learning that this time Northrend was actually led by the hobgoblin leader Allen himself, a thick cloud of gloom had already covered the faces of the two powerhouses.

The only thing worth celebrating was that when they suppressed this team of warriors, they still took into account the friendship of their wilderness compatriots and the *lecherous* power of the hobgoblin saint, so they didn't take the step of eradicating them, otherwise, if the hobgoblin came to question them, the two of them would really be unable to cope.

"...I only hope that that person's current location is still some distance away from this team, so that our team can quickly complete the collection, and we can also retreat along the original path!"

A legendary powerhouse who obviously had a strong human bloodline, but whose skin had more wrinkles and whose arm span was similar to that of a troll, said in a deep voice. At the left and right scapula on his back, there were knife handles inlaid with gorgeous jewels, and two wide-bladed scimitars were obliquely inserted, overlapping each other.

It's just that this legendary powerhouse, who has always been strong and arrogant, sounded somewhat lacking in confidence at this time, and he must have been a little uneasy in his heart.

"We can't afford to offend this saint leader, but in this intricate maze, it's still no problem to hide from him!"

"Also, leave those few prisoners where they are, and don't touch the equipment on them. When the hobgoblin catches up, it will be an explanation for him. But if the other party doesn't come to rescue them, then these guys can only blame themselves for being unlucky, and everything will be left to the great Guardian of Nature to decide!"

"...Also..."

"Damn it!!!"

Before the two powerhouses could finish their conversation, a sudden burst of powerful aura, like a bright sun in the sky, quickly approached them.

"What to do??"

The two asked each other almost in unison, their eyes full of panic.