Green Monster Epic

Passing by the Thunder Tribe, Allen still didn't dare to enter the town. He simply detoured around it, bought some supplies from other traveling merchants, and hurried towards the Tagan Desert.

He had spent too much time on the journey from Thornsburg to Thunder Town, which should have only taken 3-4 days. Half a month had passed before he reached the Thunder Tribe. Perhaps his hiding these days had led others to believe he had already left, or perhaps the previous pursuits and counter-pursuits had made the adventure team accepting the mission feel it wasn't worth it. In any case, when Allen reached the Gobi Desert on the outskirts of the Tagan Desert, he didn't encounter any danger or attacks.

After several pursuits and attacks, Allen, who had danced on the edge of life and death several times, finally discovered that his strength had slowly increased again. Of course, the threshold of level 9 body refinement remained unmoved, but his level 3 Berserker class had reached its peak, showing signs of breaking through to level 4.

Allen had been paying attention to the progress of his strength. Without any inheritance from the clan, he could only accumulate experience through self-improvement, hoping that one day he could save up some effective results for the clan. Allen had already recorded the techniques for Heavy Strike, Double Strike, and Triple Strike. Now, the biggest problem was that almost everyone in the clan was illiterate. Even if he recorded them, he could only teach them orally and couldn't let the clansmen learn on their own. This was a problem.

The most significant increases in his rage along the way occurred when he squeezed out all the rage in his body during battles, holding nothing back. Then, when the rage recovered the next day, there was a significant increase in quantity.

Allen carefully recalled the subtle changes during the battles. Now that he had entered the desert, solitude became his dominant mood, forcing him to pass the time by recalling the battles he had experienced in the past half month. Of course, this solitude also allowed Allen to concentrate more, unlike in the clan or the civilized world, where he needed to spend more energy paying attention to clan affairs, interacting with people, and so on.

"The flow of rage is not without规律. In fact, it always uses the blood and blood vessels flowing through the body as a carrier. If I can make the blood vessel walls stronger and more resilient, and the blood flows faster and more abundantly, then the rage in my body can flow more in a shorter time to the parts that need it, to make defensive or offensive postures…"

A fierce wind raged in the desert. In order not to get lost, Allen had to hide behind a leeward dune, using the felt on his body as a tent to resist the wind and sand. He hid underneath, listening to the rustling sound of the wind and sand flowing, and closed his eyes to experience the flow of rage in his body.

"In fact, every time rage flows through the blood vessels, a small portion of it merges into the blood vessels, slowly increasing the strength of the vessel walls. But there is a problem. Usually, the flow of rage follows the blood circulation. After one cycle, it almost travels through all the tributary vessels. In this way, the speed at which the韧性and strength of the vessels increase becomes extremely slow."

"And my Heavy Strike, Double Strike, and other skills only require the rage to flow through the main blood vessels of the arms and the tributary vessels between the five fingers when releasing rage. The muscles of the thighs and waist provide the support of physical strength. I basically don't actively release rage to pass through many tributary vessels. Does that mean I can give up the unconscious strengthening of most tributary vessels and control the rage to circulate in the blood vessels I need, allowing these channels to strengthen faster?"

Allen was summarizing the things he had accumulated over the past year and more, while slowly controlling his rage to circulate back and forth in the blood vessels that often flowed through his body, searching for a more reasonable circulation system.

"This… seems to shorten the circulation time quite a bit, but it should be able to be even more concise. Why not use the liver meridian blood vessels as an intersection point? If that's the case…"

Once he started thinking about the problem, he lost all sense of time. When Allen realized that the wind and sand outside had stopped, his research progress had only just determined a direction. Next, he needed more time to verify whether this direction was correct and whether it could succeed.

"Pa pa pa!!"

Drilling out of the sand dune, the place where Allen was lying was almost completely buried. Behind him, the fierce wind that had just raged past was shrouding the sky behind him, gradually moving away from Allen's location.

Brushing off the dust on his face, Allen withdrew his thoughts, found the right direction, and began his long and lonely journey.

"Save me… save me…"

Suddenly, a faint, intermittent voice in the common language came to Allen's ears, causing him to concentrate and listen carefully. It took him a while to find the source of the sound, and finally, he pulled a green-skinned foreigner out of more than a foot of sand.

In the Ferman World, there are many green-skinned races. The typical ones are naturally goblins, but in fact, the Beastman Kingdom on the Southern Continent also has a branch of people whose skin color is greenish. The dying fellow in front of him was obviously one of them.

The biggest key to distinguishing between beastmen and goblins is naturally height. The average height of beastmen is around 1.8 meters, which is slightly taller than even the strongest and tallest bear goblins. Secondly, there is also a big difference: the ears of beastmen are closer to the round ears of humans, appearing semi-elliptical, while the ears of goblins are more inclined to the pointed ears of elves. Of course, there are also more subtle aspects, such as the two canine teeth on the lower jaw of beastmen being sharp and protruding, some even exposed outside the lips, while the canine teeth of goblins are almost level with the molars, with no protrusion, etc.

Allen had seen beastman slaves and a very small number of beastman adventurers in Thornsburg, but he never expected to find a beastman in this desert far from the trade routes.

"Water… water…"

The beastman's body was covered with wounds, some of which were inflamed, with a strong, putrid odor. He was so weak that he was only muttering at this point. His powerful survival instinct was helplessly calling out.

Allen hesitated. He did have some extra drinking water with him, but if he got lost in the desert again like last time, then this water might not be enough for him to waste. After thinking about it, Allen finally decided to ignore the beastman he had just rescued. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, the other party suddenly grabbed his ankle with one hand.

"Please… save me…"

The beastman seemed to sense that Allen was about to leave and suddenly mustered his last breath to make a plea. In his narrowed eyes, helplessness and pleading shone through, striking straight into Allen's heart.

Kicking away the hand that grabbed his ankle, Allen walked away a long distance with an iron heart, but suddenly turned back.