Green Monster Epic

Chapter 1104

The aura of a Saint, as vast as a deep sea, erupted, instantly causing the few unlucky individuals in the room to feel as if they were bearing an unbearable burden. One by one, they crouched and knelt, gritting their teeth in terror, struggling to avoid collapsing to the ground.

At that moment, the invisible magical barrier that had just risen around the Mage Tower automatically flickered with magical light, sensing the presence of malice. The egg-shaped shield surrounding the spire continuously twisted and changed, causing all the members on duty inside and outside the tower to turn their heads in surprise and take action.

It was no wonder that Allen was so furious, because when he cast his gaze into the room Roger had led him to, a rhombus-shaped frost crystal emitting a chilling aura was placed squarely in the center of the room. Within the crystal-clear body was a frozen, frail, and small figure—Albard, the missing leader of Allen's tribe.

"Chieftain… please… calm… your… anger!!!"

Kneeling on the ground, his hands desperately supporting the floor, the bear goblin druid Roger mustered his last courage, attempting to awaken Allen from his rage.

"Speak!!! What exactly is going on???"

Allen's anger had not subsided, and the cold killing intent in his eyes was like a sharp sword, ready to leave its sheath and devour people.

"Elder… he… old… man… three… years… ago… when… researching… magic… the magical control failed, and the magic suddenly backfired, causing severe damage to the elder's spirit. His body was not very good to begin with, and after this accident, his condition declined sharply. In the end, we had no choice but to freeze him, waiting for your arrival, Chieftain."

At first, it was extremely difficult for Roger to utter each word, but soon he felt the enormous pressure exerted on his spirit from the outside gradually decreasing. The tone and speed of his speech returned to normal, and he succinctly informed Allen of Albard's situation.

At this moment, his back was soaked, and he couldn't help but rejoice in his cleverness in bringing Allen to the tower to see Albard's situation. Otherwise, if he had faced Allen alone at that time and informed him of Albard's situation, he feared that his little life would have been over in the face of the chieftain's rage.

Here, at least, there were several other companions to share the pressure, and considering the crystal that was freezing Elder Albard, the chieftain would likely be more careful, giving him a better chance of survival.

"I specifically instructed you before I left to report any matters concerning the two elders in a timely manner, and absolutely not to conceal or omit anything!!!"

"Why didn't you report such an important matter to me???"

Allen's iron-blue face, coupled with his cold killing intent, made the goblins present feel as if they were in purgatory, each second so long.

"It's not that I didn't want to report to you, Chieftain, but Elder Albard forced me to sign a magic contract, forbidding me from telling you about this matter!!!"

Roger wore a mournful bear face, feeling extremely aggrieved.

When he took over the position of city lord, the previous city lord repeatedly told him to keep a close eye on the two elders who the chieftain cared about most, and to send someone to Mansha City to report any matters quickly. But as Elder Albard's student, having been strictly taught by him since childhood and being familiar with his own nature, how could Roger possibly outwit his teacher in terms of methods!

If the elder didn't want him to report about his affairs to the chieftain, then he would have no way to send the information to the chieftain's hands. He didn't even dare to reveal the elder's serious problems to anyone other than the few people involved in the tower, otherwise he couldn't imagine what changes might occur in the tribe.

In recent years, the Northern Territory seemed to have been developing steadily and orderly, but in reality, there were many hidden dangers. In particular, the Green Wilderness Tribe no longer concealed its ambition to control the other tribes and deprive them of their tribal autonomy. Although the upper echelons of the other side did not show too激烈的表现 on the surface, various voices of hatred were gradually growing in private.

At the same time, the Natural God Temple was still increasing its infiltration of the Northern Territory. The scale of personnel in the chapel set up in Green Lake City was constantly expanding, and the resources transported over were also increasing. Obviously, they had not given up their original plans because of the reconciliation with Allen, but had hidden their actions under the surface, no longer so conspicuous.

In the years since the chieftain left the tribe, Elder Kour held the sword in martial affairs, and Elder Albard steered the ship in literary affairs. Even if undercurrents surged beneath the surface, it was difficult to stir up much trouble, and the temple's secret actions did not dare to go too far. But if they knew that Elder Albard was unable to handle everything, then with the abilities of him and the Green Lake City Lord, the two goblins, they would probably find it difficult to resist those secret means and protect the interests of the Green Wilderness Tribe.

"The elder said that your reform of the wilderness this time is a gamble for the wilderness to contend with the four major civilizations of the north and south for the next thousand years. If it succeeds, then the wilderness may have a long-term possibility of survival, but if it fails, then the wilderness will not have any prospects!"

"The interests of our Green Wilderness Tribe are closely related to the wilderness. If the wilderness prospers, then our Northern Territory will be worry-free. If the wilderness declines, then our Northern Territory will inevitably be difficult to protect."

"So he didn't want his affairs to disturb the chieftain, and even more so, he didn't want the chieftain to put aside his important affairs and rush back."

"Moreover, the elder also judged that the reform is on the right track, and you, Chieftain, will have at most five years of leisure. By then, we can report about his affairs to the chieftain."

"But before that, the news about him being backlashed by magic must not be leaked, lest a crisis or turmoil occur in the Northern Territory!"

"In order to be able to hold on until you return, Chieftain, and see you one last time, the elder asked us to freeze him. Unless a major crisis occurs in the tribe or you return, Chieftain, we will always maintain this eternal frozen magic to preserve a breath of the elder!"

Roger blurted out everything Albard had told him to do, fearing that the chieftain, who was in a fit of anger, would treat them as objects of his wrath if he was even a step slow.

Although this was just Roger's speculation about the strong.

"…That brat!!!"

Allen's emotions, which had been gradually disappearing, now erupted more intensely from his brain, and he allowed this emotion to surge through his body, experiencing an emotional baptism that he had not experienced for many years.

While verbally denouncing Albard, Allen's affectionate and pitying gaze was fixed on the ice in front of him, as if he wanted to melt it.

Such a goblin tribe member who considered his own future and the future of the tribe, even if he spent a great price, Allen would be willing to extend his life and make up for his debt to him over the years, which could be regarded as a reward for his significant contributions and sacrifices to the tribe.

It was a pity that Albard, as the most outstanding mage professional of the Green Wilderness Tribe, was born with rationality and had a lofty ideal of pursuing the truth, which also meant that he could never become a devout believer of a god. Even if he sincerely admired and revered Allen, he was absolutely loyal. The dwarf goblin, who was the head of the Gluttony God Church, was still only a pan-believer of Allen.

This also meant that the possibility of Allen improving Albard's strength through divine grace was zero, at least with Allen's current abilities.

Based on countless divine grace experiments over the years, Allen had summarized many results. For example, divine grace, a method that could greatly improve the strength of believers on a large scale, was not applicable to all believers.

The more steadfast and devout the believers, the more their mental frequency would naturally evolve and converge towards the mental frequency of Allen, the true body of the Gluttony God, thereby increasing the efficiency of converting and absorbing the divine power bestowed by Allen's divine grace, and vice versa.

After summarizing this rule, Allen selected more than a dozen groups of different strength control groups based on different levels of believers to conduct further experiments, and finally came to a rough conclusion, which extinguished his idea of improving Albard through divine grace.

If a pan-believer and a shallow believer received an equal quality of divine grace, and if the shallow believer could convert and absorb 1% of the divine power in the divine grace, then the pan-believer could only convert and absorb 0.01% at most. Above the shallow believer, there were still four levels of faith: ordinary believer, devout believer, fanatic believer, and saint (son or daughter).

When Allen cast divine grace to help the devout believer Zelong break through to legend, not counting the massive amount of faith power consumed at that time, just the permanent loss of mental power and anger that Allen suffered reduced Allen's strength by almost one-tenth, and it took decades of cultivation to recover to his peak again.

And Albard, who could only be considered a shallow believer, even if Allen squeezed himself dry, he might not be able to raise the legendary middle-level dwarf goblin mage to the legendary high-level.

Allen paced back and forth in front of the three-meter-high ice-sealed magic, and the emotions of resentment, anger, etc. on his face gradually dissipated. At the same time, a solemn aura when facing a tricky problem floated on his bear face.

The only thing that made Allen feel better, perhaps, was the faint breath of Albard, which was old and dead, but still remained, beckoning Allen invisibly, proving that the legendary mage was still alive.

"Chieftain, do you need us to lift the magic now and let the elder wake up?"

Jensen got up from the ground, barely adjusted his mentality, and said cautiously.

"Lift the magic to do what?? Let me watch him die in front of me??"

Rational as Allen was, he still couldn't help but let out a low roar of anger, instantly scaring the dwarf goblin mage's small face to turn blue.

"Continue to maintain the current state. If anything goes wrong, I will have you buried with him!!"

The longer Albard was sealed in ice, the greater the impact on his body. Allen naturally knew this basic common sense, but when weighing the lesser of two evils, Allen sensed that Albard's breath was as weak as a firefly, and feared that as soon as the seal was lifted, he would die.

So, without finding the most suitable solution, Allen did not intend to let Albard wake up from the magic.

"You brat, just wait for me. After I solve your problem and let you out, see how I deal with you!!!"

After scolding the ignorant goblin, Allen turned back with a hint of pity, and a bear paw gently stroked the cold, bone-chilling ice, murmuring.

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