Green Monster Epic

Chapter 261: A Farce (6000 words! Seeking votes!)

Allen traveled alone in the wilderness for more than a month. During this time, he gained a lot. He had figured out some of the intricacies of the Combat Reflexes specialization in the crystal. Believing that by following this path, it wouldn't be long before he could completely master this specialization.

Along the way, Allen wasn't alone, and could even be said to have gained quite a bit. In addition to learning combat skills from the inherited crystal, he also followed the instructions of another crystal that introduced magical plants, searching for traces of various magical herbs in the wilderness.

And sure enough, he found the existence of 6-7 kinds of magical herbs in the wilderness, such as Nightlight Grass, Red Sun Grass, and Rehmannia Root, and collected their useful parts according to the collection methods introduced by the crystal. Besides that, Allen also encountered a squirrel in a jungle that could release lightning arrows. Unfortunately, the squirrel was too timid and fast, darting around in the jungle with great agility. After chasing it several times without success, Allen had no choice but to give up.

On the road, he also encountered several powerful tribal towns. Allen didn't dare to get too close, and directly detoured around their territory from a distance, fearing that he would attract their attention.

Gnolls, Lizardmen, Kobolds, and even Trolls all had their own powerful tribes, but Allen just couldn't find any traces of powerful Goblin tribes.

Occasionally, he would find dozens of Goblin settlements, or a dozen or so ignorant Hobgoblins and Earth Goblins lazily staying in the camp and sleeping, just like the Green Field Tribe in the beginning; or a group of Low Goblins struggling hard in the wilderness, having to be extra careful even when hunting an antelope, not only worrying about the antelope's counterattack, but also guarding against the elusive predators in the wilderness.

The only Goblin tribe that Allen felt had some strength had a decent population size, with about 300-400 people, but most of them were Low Goblins, and even the leader of the tribe was a Low Goblin who had awakened a Warlock talent. Under the rule of this Low Goblin, Hobgoblins and Earth Goblins were instead exploited by the Low Goblins, having to put in more labor and bear the responsibility of protecting the tribe, far from living as comfortably as the Hobgoblins in the Green Field Tribe.

Allen originally planned to sneak into this tribe and snatch the Goblin Warlock from this tribe and take him back to the Green Field Tribe to change the tribe's predicament of not having a spellcaster. However, after Allen spied on this Goblin tribe for a long time, he finally gave up this idea. The other party's cruel, bloodthirsty, and tormenting personality made Allen frown even when observing from a distance.

The other party was simply using tyrannical and unreasonable methods to suppress the resistance of the stronger Hobgoblins and Earth Goblins, and maintain his own rule. Allen was afraid that if he snatched the other party away, and the other party still refused to change his ways and妄想争夺自己的权利, then he probably wouldn't be soft on this Goblin Warlock, and the final result would be self-evident. It would be better to let this Goblin leader continue to lead these hundreds of compatriots to struggle for survival on this land.

However, Allen didn't do nothing. He used his simple geographical knowledge to mark every Goblin tribe he encountered on his sheepskin map, waiting for the day when the Green Field Tribe became strong, and then slowly incorporate these tribes.

However, when that day came, Allen wasn't even sure if he could still find these Goblin settlements, but it was better than nothing, and it could be regarded as preparing for the future.

After wandering around, two months after leaving Mansha City, when Allen finally saw the familiar environment, he even had the urge to cry. The first time Allen traveled to and from Mansha City, he had Saru, who had a relatively good understanding of the situation, as a guide. When he came back, he only wanted to get rid of the tail behind him, but he didn't take the prosperous trade route of Mansha Corridor, so he could only identify the north as a direction and keep going.

Although he didn't completely get lost on the way, he accidentally went too far. He finally encountered an Elf caravan, and friendly approached them with caution to strike up a conversation. After inquiring, he almost went to the territory of the Thunder Tribe.

He had to turn back again, wasting another half month. Allen finally returned from the northeast direction. Only after seeing Bone Fracture Village, which was a thorn in Allen's eyes, did he finally let out a long howl, attracting the distant observation of a team from the Bone Fracture Tribe.

Allen ignored these guys and directly followed the landmarks in his memory back. When he saw the green Green Lake and the hillside village that had been leveled halfway, he felt like he had found belonging, and his heart was at peace.

Roughly calculated, Allen's adventure in the Misty Forest this time, starting from the Green Field Moon and returning at the end of the Cold Wind Moon, had really passed a whole half year. Only those who have wandered outside for several months will understand the complex emotions in Allen's heart at this moment when they return to the place where they grew up.

Even though Mansha City was very prosperous and everything was so exciting and fresh, Allen's life in it was ultimately rootless, without any sense of belonging; but after returning to the Green Field Tribe, although it was not as exciting and prosperous as Mansha City, it had his familiar tribesmen, and a sense of security naturally arose in his heart.

"Ah!!!!!"

Allen howled again, even arousing his anger, so that the sound spread further, and his legs moved powerfully. His goal was the lake like a emerald gemstone by the Green Lake Village.

"Plop!!"

He plunged into the bottom of the lake, and Allen didn't come out of the bottom of the lake for a long time. How long has it been since he held his breath in the lake to exercise? When he relived this feeling at this time, Allen felt as if he had only left the village a moment ago. Now, his body and blood still remembered the changes in the breath of the lake bottom exercise, and naturally began to operate.

When Allen felt he had savored it enough, and came out of the bottom of the lake, many familiar faces had appeared on the shore of the lake: Flower Snake, Cora, Irene, Mauro…

"Chief, you're back!!"

Before Allen could get out of the lake, Chahua, that woman, rushed into the lake first and swam towards Allen, making Allen a little at a loss. With so many people watching, if he threw the other party away, how could he say that they had only met after so long, and it would inevitably make people feel chilled; but if he was entangled with Chahua like this, according to the thoughts of the guys in the tribe, they would definitely think that he had some unclear relationship with the other party.

Helplessly, Allen plunged back into the lake again, and when he emerged again, he was already at the other end of the lake, and then quickly climbed out of the lake and cleaned up the lake water on his body.

Chahua failed to pounce on Allen, and a trace of disappointment was hard to hide in her heart, but she was quickly replaced by the excitement of Allen's return. This small episode was forgotten by everyone.

When he returned to the village and was surrounded and welcomed by the villagers, Allen couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in his heart. This was the stage that belonged to him, Allen. Walking from the foot of the mountain to his stone castle on the top of the mountain, Allen held Cora and Irene in one hand, and at the same time did not forget to turn his head and talk to Flower Snake and the others.

"In these days that I've been away, has anything big happened in the village?"

Alan always felt like something was missing, but having been away from the village for over half a year, he couldn't quite pinpoint what it was.

“Nothing major, but there's a troublesome matter that requires your personal attention, Chieftain.”

Flower Snake shook its head. For the past six months, the village's development had been progressing along its original trajectory. With the harvest of another season's grain, the village's food shortage had been resolved, and no major events had occurred.

Of course, with the food shortage resolved, A'Xiao returned once again, demanding that Flower Snake allocate tribesmen to him with a forceful attitude. Unable to resist A'Xiao and unwilling to create further friction, Flower Snake eventually sent a team of tribesmen to capture dozens of slaves from the surrounding areas.

With the addition of this new labor force, A'Xiao brutally slaughtered the group of near-dead slaves, except for the children that Alan had taken to Master Oscar for a health check, who were spared.

Flower Snake wasn't happy to hear this, but felt helpless. The affairs of the mine were managed by A'Xiao according to Alan's arrangements, so it had no reason to interfere in his territory. The only thing it could do was reclaim the 4-5 juvenile trolls and lizardfolk children.

A'Xiao no longer wanted useless laborers. When asking Flower Snake for a team of goblin warriors to capture more laborers, A'Xiao thoroughly screened the captured slaves, beheading all those over 45 years old. In A'Xiao's mind, these fellows were only good for eating, and the little work they did wasn't worth the grain they consumed. What was the point of keeping them?

If it weren't for the fact that massacring children would incite strong resistance from the slaves, A'Xiao wouldn't have even spared the lives of those under 14.

However, with the addition of this new labor force, the progress of A'Xiao's mine had accelerated significantly. The pyrite mine was already producing, and the construction of another newly discovered coal mine was underway, and it was estimated that results would be seen soon.

These days, A'Xiao hadn't had time to reunite with his wife and children, focusing almost entirely on the mine. The more time passed, the more dedicated he became, hoping to give Alan a surprise before his return. In this matter, Flower Snake had to acknowledge A'Xiao's efforts, so it didn't consider complaining about A'Xiao to Alan, but instead presented another matter.

“What's the troublesome matter?”

Alan lowered himself and put down the two little ones. They had grown taller in the half-year he was gone, and it wouldn't be long before they became a new force in the tribe. Watching the two little girls playing and frolicking with a group of lively children in the mountaintop plaza, Alan was filled with gratification and joy.

“Your servant, Phillip, has gone mad.”

Flower Snake seemed calm, but was actually somewhat apprehensive, as his madness was somewhat related to itself.

“Ah?? ”

Only now did Alan realize what was wrong. The human servant, Phillip, hadn't appeared before him until now. Upon hearing the news that Phillip had gone mad, Alan couldn't hide his surprise, and his tone rose several notches.

“What exactly happened?? How did he go mad?”

“When a human trade caravan came to our plains, he thought his chance had come and tried to escape. I remembered your instructions and caught him red-handed, and then he went mad.”

Flower Snake's words were as concise as ever. Although Alan knew the general reason, the matter was probably not that simple. Seeing that Flower Snake didn't intend to elaborate, Alan turned his head to the side, looking at Camellia, who was staring at Alan in a daze.

After Alan broke through the 9th-level warrior barrier, his body changed drastically. His muscular physique completely disappeared, and he looked very well-proportioned, comparable to a handsome young man among the bear goblins. Before, when he was outside the village, many tribesmen almost didn't recognize Alan. Camellia, who often dealt with humans like Phillip and Hardy, gradually developed a different aesthetic than the bear goblin females, preferring slender and tall figures over muscular men. Now, Alan's transformation instantly captivated Camellia, who already harbored desires for him.

“I'm asking you something!!”

Big Mountain nudged Camellia secretly, and Camellia came back to her senses: “Huh? What were you saying?”

Alan glared at Camellia unhappily, then mentioned: “I asked what exactly happened with Phillip's matter?”

“Oh, that matter, it has to start with that human trade caravan…”

Females, regardless of their race, have a gossipy heart. It was precisely because he understood their nature that Alan had Camellia recount the specific events regarding Phillip. Moreover, Phillip and Camellia had a good relationship, so at least when recounting the story, she wouldn't be biased like other bear goblins and could provide a fairer assessment of Phillip.

After Alan finally understood the whole story, he felt somewhat disappointed. He had never scolded or punished Phillip, and had even arranged a female companion for him. He had thought that this fellow should at least know to be content with his current situation, but who would have thought that after all these years, Phillip still hadn't given up the idea of escaping the Greenwood Tribe.

“…Where is he now?”

“A cage was specially built for him, and he's been locked up there!”

“Bring him over, I want to see his current condition.”

Alan's disappointment was only momentary, and then he instructed Big Mountain.

“Oh, I'll go right away.”

Big Mountain ran out excitedly.

“That human trade caravan, did they pass through our plains again on their way back?”

After hearing about Phillip's matter, Alan became quite interested in the suggestion that Phillip had made to Flower Snake, and immediately asked.

“Yes, that trade caravan did pass through our territory later, obediently paying 30 fine iron weapons and 20 gold coins, and then we let them go. The caravan only passed by not long ago, about a month ago.”

Before Flower Snake could speak, Camellia spoke up first, with a hint of trying to claim credit for Phillip.

In the past few months, Phillip the human had suffered a lot. After going mad, he was mentally unsound and would eat whatever was given to him. Some goblins who had been punished by him in the past deliberately gave him food contaminated with feces and urine, which he ate with relish. In addition, Phillip would often shout loudly in the middle of the night, or sing little songs from the human kingdom, disturbing everyone's sleep, and the next day he would inevitably be bullied.

Camellia had seen all of this and had helped Phillip out of trouble, but as long as Camellia wasn't present, there were always those bored fellows who would bully him, especially the low-status gnomes in the tribe, who were most fond of doing so.

Camellia's own position in the tribe was actually somewhat awkward. She had a high prestige among the females, and her orders were absolute, with no one daring to refute or contradict her. But among the males, she was somewhat unpopular. The males, who always liked to act according to strength, naturally had a chain of contempt for the females, believing that listening to an old woman's orders would be a loss of face, especially now that life was gradually getting better.

Of course, when Chahua spoke up, the males had to give her some face, more or less. Everyone thought that Chahua's current lack of a male goblin companion had a lot to do with the chief. Moreover, Chahua's current position and power were all designated by Allen, so with Allen, the chief, backing her up, no one dared to be disrespectful to Chahua. However, outward compliance but inner defiance was naturally common in the Greenwood Tribe. Chahua couldn't possibly devote all her attention to Philip; she had her own things to do. Whenever she left, Philip's experiences would be even more miserable.

"In that case, Philip's suggestion is not bad."

The reason Allen valued Philip so much was simply because there were too few talents available in the tribe. At the very least, Philip's brain could be considered relatively clever in the tribe.

"Yes."

Huashe nodded fairly, indicating agreement.

This matter was not only related to Philip but also had a great relationship with himself. Success would mean he would get the most credit, but failure would naturally mean he would bear a significant responsibility.

Philip was being dragged by Dashan like a goat, pulled into the square. Philip, covered in filth, had many more wrinkles on his face, and his hair had turned gray. At this moment, he was using his dull eyes to curiously look around, with a faint silly smile hanging on the corner of his mouth. He was nothing like the steady middle-aged human he once was.

Allen frowned. The smell on Philip's body was too strong and unpleasant, indicating that he had definitely suffered a lot these days.

"Philip, look at me!"

Allen's tiger eyes stared directly into Philip's eyes, trying to find a trace of clarity, but after seeing the other party smile foolishly at him and then turn his head to look in other directions of the stone fort, his body constantly twisting, trying to break free from Dashan's restraint, Allen's eyes dimmed.

"Alas, what a pity!"

Allen stood up and took Philip from Dashan's hands.

"Chief, this guy is smelly and unruly. Should I just hold onto him?"

Dashan said with good intentions, but after seeing Allen's unquestionable attitude, he obediently handed Philip over.

"You have been very good by my side these past few years. I would like to say thank you here for the contributions you have made in the past."

Allen grabbed Philip's shoulders tightly with both arms, making him look at himself, and said to him solemnly. Perhaps influenced by Allen's emotions, Philip, who was originally struggling because he felt uncomfortable, gradually stopped struggling and began to smile foolishly at Allen.

"However, it is not easy for our Greenwood Tribe to obtain food. You are now useless. According to the rules of our wilderness, useless people are either expelled from the village or killed on the spot."

"However, I can't bear to let you go out to be devoured by wild beasts. Now our tribe doesn't have the habit of eating people, so I will give you a quick death and let you leave peacefully."

As he spoke, Allen released Philip's shoulder with his right hand, reached into his chest, took out a sharp dagger, gently wiped it on his leather armor, and then slowly waved the dagger towards the servant in front of him with some heaviness.

Everyone present was somewhat moved, but no one dared to say a word. No one had ever dared to refute Allen's decisions, and many of them had long complained about raising such a useless person. After all, this madman had never contributed anything but consumed the tribe's food. Even during the month or so of food shortage, his food had never been cut off. Anyone would have some opinions.

"Hehe!"

Philip smiled foolishly, and even his newly freed left hand stretched out with interest towards the dagger that Allen was stabbing towards his chest. His finger lightly slid across the blade, and a bloodstain appeared. Philip suddenly started shouting and howling after feeling the pain, and tears and snot splashed from his eyes and nose, which were randomly flung around by Philip.

"Shut up!"

Allen's killing intent was revealed, and anger was poured into his left arm, like a heavy boulder, directly imprisoning Philip's struggling body.

The dagger gradually approached Philip's chest, cutting open his thin and dirty linen clothes, and the tip of the sword began to pierce into the other party's chest, piercing out a little blood mark.

"Plop!"

"Chief, I was wrong!"

Philip, who had been acting foolish and talking nonsense before, suddenly returned to normal, and his legs softened, and he knelt directly on the hard stone bricks of the stone fort's ground. After his knees hit the ground with a muffled sound, he scared the onlookers silly.

Allen was not surprised by the sudden change, and the dagger in his hand was not withdrawn. Although the other party's sudden kneeling dodged the stab to his chest, Allen immediately continued to slash and pull downwards, and a semi-circular object fell from Philip's head. At the same time, a stream of blood slowly flowed out, and soon soaked his gray-black linen clothes into crimson.

One of Philip's ears was directly cut off by Allen, and the intense pain turned his entire face pale, but he bit his teeth tightly, not daring to utter a sound.

Allen's determination to kill himself at that time was very firm. Philip, who felt he knew Allen very well, was very sure of this, otherwise he would not have returned to normal at the last moment, exposing the fact that he was feigning madness. Although he didn't know where he had been seen through by Allen, which led to this scene.

He didn't understand even more that Allen really wanted to give Philip a quick death at that time. Just like Allen said, the Greenwood Tribe was not generous enough to support a completely useless guy. Since he knew that Philip had gone mad, then keeping him would not only waste food but also Allen could not see any use.

It's not that Allen is ruthless, but from the perspective of their wilderness thinking, Philip's best ending should be like this. Is it difficult to throw the mad Philip out of the village and let him fend for himself? That kind of result would probably be more cruel and painful than killing Philip with his own hands.

At least, he could give Philip a quick death.

However, since Philip had now taken the initiative to expose the fact that he was feigning madness, Allen had stopped his intention to kill him, but the death penalty could be avoided, but the living penalty was inevitable. The other party had used his crooked thoughts on himself, so it was impossible not to give him a lesson. In Allen's opinion, one ear was almost enough. If it weren't for not wanting to raise a useless person, Allen even planned to unload one of Philip's legs, as a punishment for his desire to escape.

"Get down and wash up, then crawl back up here!"

Allen kicked Philip out of the stone fort, and then his voice followed.

"Yes!"

Philip, who had regained his life, ran back to his previous wooden house in a rolling and crawling manner, ignoring the surprised eyes of the children and several adults in the square.

Tomorrow, I will update the final foreshadowing, and enter the next volume at the latest the day after tomorrow.