Green Monster Epic

Leaning against the tree trunk, Allen lit a bonfire for the first time. The desperate fight more than half an hour ago had left Allen with no strength to find a more suitable resting place.

Excessive blood loss and severe injuries had the consequence of Allen needing to squeeze out the last bit of strength from his muscles with every movement.

Healing divine magic and potions might heal Allen's injuries, but their healing wasn't produced out of thin air; it consumed Allen's accumulated stamina and energy.

What he needed most now was to eat, and the source of his food was the elf he had just strangled.

Stripping off the elf's ornate chainmail, he skillfully used his greatsword to cut open the elf's abdomen, casually found a few damp branches, and hung the elf's remains on the bonfire.

Without adding any oil or brushing anything on the smooth corpse, the elf's sturdy torso naturally sizzled and oozed oil under the scorching heat of the bonfire.

After more than half an hour, a charcoal-grilled elf 'delicacy' was ready to be eaten.

Ignoring the lack of seasoning for the cooked meat and the bland taste of the white meat, Allen tore off an elf's thigh with one hand and began to devour it ravenously, not caring if it was too hot.

According to Master Philoct's previous statement, the flesh of a creature capable of advancing in rank would contain more energy, and Allen now had a personal experience of this.

A ten-plus pound elf leg, after being hastily devoured by Allen, gave his stomach a sense of fullness, and his muscles gradually recovered their vitality instead of being limp.

Looking at the mostly remaining carcass on the grill, Allen frowned, then tore off another piece of rat meat, preparing to eat a few more bites.

Suddenly, a voice came from the nearby dense forest: "My friend, could you share some of that fragrant roasted meat with me…?…"

The emerging human was clad in a set of silver-white armor, the most ornate and heavy armor Allen had ever seen.

Just looking at his appearance, like a walking steel behemoth, Allen knew that the defense was absolutely astonishing.

Both of them were stunned for a moment. Allen was stunned by the other's attire, while the other was stunned by the remains on the grill, which were obviously from a sentient being.

He never expected that in this forest adjacent to a prosperous trade route, someone would be so blatantly enjoying sentient beings as food.

"Damn villain, may the Holy Light redeem your sins!!"

The newcomer was only stunned for a moment, then drew a similarly ornate silver-white longsword from behind and charged towards Allen.

Heavy footsteps stomped on the grass, and the silver-white longsword, along with the prayers Allen couldn't hear from the newcomer's mouth, emitted a dazzling white light that enveloped the entire sword, as if holding a sword of light.

The entire open grassy area was illuminated as if it were daytime.

Allen dropped the cooked meat in his hand and raised his greatsword to meet the attack. With a clang, the two swords clashed, and both sides' feet sank slightly into the grass.

This exchange was evenly matched.

However, the other's longsword flashed with light, and the longsword, which previously couldn't reach Allen's body, suddenly surged in length.

The white light was as tangible as a solid object, slicing across the side of Allen's body, and Allen only felt a sharp pain in his mind, but his body felt no pain at all.

"Clang!!"

Allen turned and swung his sword, hitting the other's turtle-shell-like armor, only creating a shallow gash.

"Damn it!!"

Allen turned and ran. He had no desire to fight against this kind of strong, powerful guy with magical protection and strong armor.

"Don't even think about running, villain!! Let the light of dawn wash away your lowly soul!!"

The human dragged his heavy body, slowly chasing after Allen, not giving up, but in the face of Allen's more agile movements, the other's figure grew further and further away, gradually being left behind by Allen.

After another burst of running, Allen slowly stopped when the light of the figure behind him, like a beacon, was no longer visible.

He licked his tongue, and this run had consumed a lot of energy again, making Allen somewhat regret that he should have put a piece of roasted meat in his backpack.

Fortunately, the elf's two thin swords were still in his backpack when he fled, and when he touched his chest, the dragon scale was also firmly attached to his chest, which made Allen less annoyed.

When Allen came to Thornburg, he was worried that the dragon scale would be stolen by people from the tribe, and he also wanted to see its value, so he brought the only dragon scale with him.

Later, he casually asked Master Philoct, and the master said that a single dragon scale was not as valuable as he imagined, so he simply didn't take it out for sale, treating it as a collection to keep by his side: at least this was a trace left by a legend, and perhaps Allen would never be able to reach such a level in his life.

He never thought that this dragon scale would eventually help Allen kill an opponent stronger than him.

When he fought the elf in the dark, he took the dragon scale from his backpack and stuck it to his heart, then deliberately left a gap for the other's thin sword to stab directly into his heart.

Sure enough, the other party was finally fooled, stabbing the dragon scale with his sword but unable to break through the defense, giving Allen a chance to fight up close.

When an opponent who relied on speed for a living was controlled by Allen's powerful strength, the final result was obvious.

Later, when Allen cleaned his body, the dragon scale, which was originally attached to his heart with his own viscous blood, seemed to have been born on Allen's body, requiring great effort to remove.

Simply, Allen didn't take the dragon scale off for the time being, letting it stick to his chest to protect his vital points.

Anyway, he was now naked, without any clothing or armor, and having this dragon scale protect his heart was not bad.

Casually finding a tree hole that could accommodate him, randomly chopping some branches to cover the tree hole, Allen curled up in the tree hole and fell asleep tiredly.

When he reopened his eyes, the golden sunlight was already shining in this primeval forest.

Without pursuers, Allen was no longer in a hurry to leave the forest. He wanted to stay in the forest for two more days to see if there were any other tails behind him.

After making this decision, Allen got up and casually chose a direction, disappearing slowly into the lush forest, leaving only shallow footprints on the ground.

There was plenty of food in the jungle. All kinds of fruits, both known and unknown, hung on the treetops, and various animal figures appeared from time to time on the tree trunks, enough for Allen to easily find something to fill his stomach.

This paradise-like place, compared to the food-scarce wilderness, was staggeringly different, causing Allen to sigh and envy from the bottom of his heart.

At the same time, the human mercenary Joey and his three companions were wandering around in this vast jungle, searching for Allen's踪迹.

However, now that Allen no longer had a unique aura, it was like searching for a needle in a haystack for them to find the whereabouts of a greenskin in this primeval jungle.

"Let's go and find the guy who issued the mission. I don't believe it, even he doesn't know the hometown of this greenskin!!"

Joey had been blinded by hatred, only thinking about avenging his lover, Vera. Now that he couldn't find Allen's踪迹, a bellyful of anger had nowhere to vent.

Gritting his teeth, he suddenly thought of the person who posted the task in the Doghead Tavern.

"Okay, even if he runs to the ends of the earth, we must avenge Vera and the others!!"

Dwarves are the most loyal, and the killing of a longtime partner is also outrageous to them, and they immediately expressed their support for Joey's decision.

"…Okay."

The elf archer Elrond's face showed hesitation. Mercenaries were already living a life of licking blood from the edge of a knife. If you took a task to hunt someone down, they could naturally kill you in return.

In Elrond's view, Joey's irrational approach was still too unprofessional, but thinking about the days of mutual care in recent years, he still couldn't directly refuse the other party and nodded in agreement.