Green Monster Epic

Chapter 292: Pulling in Reinforcements for War (6000 words in one update!)

The news that Irene brought back wasn't much of a blow to Alan. Since its development, the Greenwild Tribe had never relied on external forces. Alan saw sending Irene to request aid from the Oak Shrine as merely trying their luck.

However, Clay's letter, detailing the major events happening in the wilderness and the southern human kingdoms, was quite shocking to Alan, who lived in a remote area with poor communication.

In recent years, to avoid being tracked down by the jackal legend, Shaka, Alan hadn't dared to set foot in Mansa City. His memories of that place had become very vague. However, as Master Oscar and others had said, if the Greenwild Tribe wanted to develop and gain recognition in the wilderness, they would eventually have to report to Mansa City.

If there hadn't been this demon attack, according to the tribe's development speed, Alan thought he would be able to see the tribe's population exceed ten thousand in his lifetime. The only slightly difficult thing was cultivating a legendary powerhouse who could oversee the tribe. With such a legendary figure, the Greenwild Tribe's development would be guaranteed for hundreds of years to come.

Based on Alan's understanding of the tribe's talents, there should still be some who had the opportunity to break through to the legendary level, such as himself, Flower Snake, and even Koer among the new generation, who now seemed to have a chance.

Of course, Alan hadn't experienced how to break through to the legendary level or how difficult it was, so he naturally wouldn't dare to make a rash judgment. However, after the life-and-death struggle with the berserker demon Ferrol last time, Alan finally broke through the shackles of level 14 again and officially reached the stage of a level 15 berserker.

It was said that after reaching this stage, if one wanted to continue to break through, they needed to analyze their inner self and find their own legendary path.

"Boban, bring your tribe over here to temporarily settle outside our village!"

The scorching heat of the wilderness prevented the battlefield outside the village from being completely cleaned up, and it quickly began to rot and deteriorate. More than a month had passed, and the entire Green Lake Village was still shrouded in a faint, strange smell.

Today, several guests came to Green Lake Village to visit Alan, but before the guests could warm their seats, Alan directly made his request.

"Ah? That's not good, right? The bastards in our village love to cause trouble and are lazy. They will..."

Boban was about to refuse in a rough voice, but Alan simply looked at him calmly and indifferently. The unquestionable attitude in his eyes made Boban's voice gradually subside into silence.

"Okay!! I'll prepare as soon as I get back!!"

The former straight-talking jackal leader, who even dared to threaten Alan, had now become sophisticated. Seeing Alan's attitude, he didn't hesitate and immediately patted his chest to agree.

Clay's reply also informed Alan of the news about the demon invasion of the Feyman World's passage and the necessary sacrifices. This indirectly verified the reason why Alan and Flower Snake had patrolled the wilderness and discovered several lost tribe ruins.

Based on the consideration of not replenishing the enemy's manpower, Alan brought the leaders of the Ivan and Cangmang tribes to discuss the matter of temporary merger. Saying it was a discussion, in reality, these two tribes, which had been dependent on Greenwild in recent years, had no room for bargaining.

When Alan's gaze swept towards Raskol, the lizardman chief of the Cangmang Tribe on the other side, the other party nodded repeatedly very directly, and did not forget to express his gratitude: "In fact, we also feel very insecure. Even your Greenwild Tribe, such a powerful tribe, has been turned into this by the enemy. Our Cangmang Tribe, with only a hundred people, is even less able to resist the demon's attack!!"

"Even if you didn't say it, I would have asked you to take us in for a while."

Raskol's personality was even more obedient and pleasing. Otherwise, Alan wouldn't have left them alone in the first place, together with the Ivan Tribe, as the outer forces of his tribe's territory.

Seeing Raskol being so enlightened, Alan was satisfied and withdrew his gaze, then asked, "How long will it take you to bring your tribesmen over?"

"Ten days, no, five days, Chief Alan, give me five days!!"

Boban glared at the lizardman fiercely, then thought about the disobedient things in his tribe, and gave a time that he thought was very fast.

"Within three days, I can bring my tribesmen here."

Raskol seemed not to see Boban's fierce eyes, calmly gave his answer, once again making Boban stunned, and then anxiously peeked at Alan's face, trying to see his emotional changes.

"Since Raskol said three days, then Boban, you should also work hard. You are also a leader, you can't be worse than Raskol in this small matter."

Alan glanced at Boban, revealing a hint of displeasure in his eyes, which immediately made Boban feel uneasy, and once again expressed his attitude with excitement: "Three days, I will definitely come!!"

"Okay, it's settled then!!"

Alan nodded, and casually settled the matter: "Don't worry, we won't let you go hungry when you bring your tribesmen here, as long as you can manage your tribesmen and make them listen and work."

"...Ah, absolutely not!! Whoever dares to cause trouble in the village, I will cut off his head and kick it as a ball!!"

Having such a good thing, Boban was overjoyed, fiercely revealing his murderous intent to express his attitude.

"Thank you, Chief Alan!!"

Raskol also put on a sincere expression of gratitude again and bowed deeply to Alan.

Since the people outside the wilderness couldn't be relied on, Alan could only rely on the people of the wilderness to protect the village. Within a few hundred miles around, with the rise of the Greenwild Tribe a few years ago, many tribes had already perished. Either they were annexed and captured by A-Xiao to be used as laborers in the mines, or they simply took the few remaining tribesmen and moved away. Only tribes like Ivan and Cangmang, with more than a hundred people, who wanted to move but were burdened, trembled under the power of Greenwild.

The Ivan and Cangmang tribes were lucky to have obtained the goodwill of the Greenwild Tribe, so they could hide in the shadows of the Greenwild Tribe and continue to live painfully and happily in this wilderness. Of course, in addition to serving as a barrier and warning line to prevent dangers that might appear in the northeast and southeast directions, they also needed to send at least 50 goblins of various types to the Greenwild Tribe every year. Moreover, they could not touch any of the merchants and travelers coming and going on the Greenwild Plain, but had to protect them as they passed through their territory.

Now it seemed that the greatly damaged demons were likely to make a comeback. Whether it was to reduce the source of flesh and blood for the other side, or to find some cannon fodder to help the tribe resist the future attacks of the demons, Alan felt it was necessary to integrate the Ivan and Cangmang tribes.

Three days passed in a flash, and Green Lake Village did indeed welcome a group of ragged jackals and lizardmen, covered in various strange smells, three days later.

The Ivan Tribe, which could even threaten the existence of Greenwild in the past, had only just broken through 200 people in the past ten years. Most of the jackals' eyes were full of greed, occasionally revealing crazy and fierce expressions. If Boban's fierce and cruel rule hadn't still been intimidating these years, the jackal crowd that had just arrived at the temporary settlement outside Green Lake Village would have wantonly destroyed everything.

Jackals are known for their untamed and aggressive nature, making peaceful coexistence with other wilderness natives rare. Even as slaves, they are the most difficult to control and manage, requiring immense effort to cultivate obedience. Consequently, few bother to capture them.

On the other hand, lizardfolk, who prefer hot and humid environments, are much more docile. Under Rask's leadership, they orderly completed the handover of living quarters with Camellia and her team.

"Heh heh heh, get lost, this is mine first!!"

The jackal settlement was deliberately separated from the lizardfolk, as Allen sought helpers, not trouble. However, even with the two groups managed separately, accidents constantly occurred among the jackals, giving Mauro, who was in charge of that area, a headache.

Just now, two burly jackals were tearing at each other over a simple hut, sleeves rolled up, muttering fiercely and unwilling to yield, ready to fight.

"Stop it, all of you!!"

Boban, arriving late, didn't care who started it. He swung his ironwood stick, usually stuck in his belt, down on the two, causing them to howl. They had no chance to fight each other before slinking back into the jackal crowd. Boban then stopped, scratching his head with a rough hand bearing sharp claws, looking embarrassed at Mauro: "Sorry, sorry, these bastards in my tribe are always like this, causing you trouble!"

"Next time you encounter something like this, don't hold back. Beat them to death for me."

"These sons of bitches get itchy if they're not disciplined for a day!!"

Boban felt he had lost face in front of Mauro. Compared to the orderly lizardfolk next door, his jackals were a complete mess.

"Chief Boban, you need to show some strength, or these guys will cause trouble in our village, and you know our chieftain's temper!"

Mauro frowned and shook his head, advising Boban helplessly.

Truthfully, Boban wasn't suitable to be a tribal chief. Even the most untamed tribesmen could change with enough time and management. Like A'Xiao's mine before, when labor was scarce, a batch of jackals was thrown in. In the end, these jackals, supposedly unable to coexist with other natives, became obedient and hardworking.

A chief should have the methods and abilities of a chief, not just be domineering.

"Yeah, yeah, tonight I'll drag out a few troublemakers and beat them in front of everyone. That should keep the others in line for a while."

Boban nodded repeatedly. He really cared about Allen's opinion, because Allen was not only strong but also had fierce warriors in his tribe, far beyond the match of his mere two hundred jackals.

Over the years, sometimes Boban's head would get hot, and he'd want to test how much his strength had improved. He'd secretly challenge Allen to a sparring match in the wilderness, but every time, Boban would be beaten badly by Allen, unable to pose much of a threat. For such a powerful and almost unbeatable opponent, Boban, a jackal who respected strength above all else, wouldn't dare question Allen's actions!

Allen was actively preparing, but since the last attack, the demons seemed to have vanished.

Besides checking on village affairs, Allen spent his days patrolling the area with Flower Snake, especially the west where the demons had retreated.

However, over a month passed, and Greenwilds Plains returned to peace, as if the demons were just a fleeting illusion, not a real threat.

The lizardfolk and jackals, forced to live with the goblins, caused constant trouble and consumed large amounts of the tribe's food. The two tribal chiefs hinted about taking their people back, but Allen refused. Even within Greenwilds, different voices emerged. Camellia, Tony, and other heads in charge of food and supplies complained about the consumption by the jackals and lizardfolk, privately advising Allen to drive them away, but Allen shook his head and refused.

The deaths of over a hundred people and the severe injuries leaving hundreds more disabled in the great battle still pained Allen. Until he was sure the demons had given up attacking their tribe, he wouldn't let these useful cannon fodder leave. At least, with them in the village, they could attract the first wave of enemy attacks, sending these two tribes to the front lines to make up for the tribe's losses.

As for the consumption of some food, there were ways to solve that.

Now that the demons' offensive had slowed down for some reason, the tribe could restart the previous plan to cultivate new land near Rapidwater Bay and grow more food.

With the closer relationship with Master Oscar and what he had gained from his dreams, the village was no longer limited to growing oats. They now had potatoes and sweet potatoes, two relatively high-yielding crops.

The biggest advantage of these two new crops was that after they matured, they didn't require much manpower to guard, allowing them to harvest most of the produce. Unlike oats, which required a lot of manpower during the ripening season just to drive away the dense swarms of birds like raindrops.

Potatoes and sweet potatoes, buried deep in the ground, only needed timely weeding, fertilization, and pruning of excess vines for a good harvest. The food made from these two new crops wasn't too bad, and with Allen's culinary skills from his dreams, he added many dishes to the tribe, making daily life more colorful.

After losing its original owner, Rapidwater Bay had gradually become desolate. The hollowed-out hill by the bay and the village ruins at the edge of the hill were now overgrown with weeds. But don't forget, Rapidwater Bay's lake was several times wider than Green Lake where Allen was, and a wider lake meant more cultivable land. So Allen had Mauro and the others occupy Rapidwater Bay first, with the ultimate goal of cultivating more land.

Of course, Rapidwater Bay also had its drawbacks, namely its distance from Green Lake Village, over a hundred miles, making land reclamation and labor difficult, not to mention the possibility of a demon army attacking at any time. Allen's original plan had been delayed, even delaying the first planting season this year.

"Your days of freeloading are over. Starting tomorrow, organize your tribesmen and follow me to reclaim land and plant crops!!"

That night, Allen, returning from a day of patrolling the wilderness, summoned Boban and Rask and directly ordered them.

"Ah??"

Boban looked stunned. To be honest, he had been uncomfortable in Green Lake Village. There were too many rules in this village, from morning exercises and washing up to the curfew after nightfall, all of which made Boban and his undisciplined jackals very uneasy.

"Giving you a chance to learn how to plant and reclaim land up close isn't a bad thing, Boban."

Allen's gaze swept over Boban's body like a cold, sharp wind, causing him to quickly suppress his emotions and reveal a loyal face.

"Chief Allen, just give the order, and we'll do everything you say."

Lasco quickly came to his senses, his pupils constricting, seemingly frightened by the news.

The Green Meadow Tribe's rapid development was largely due to their gradual transition from hunting to farming. It was precisely because of a stable and abundant food supply that their tribe was able to rapidly increase its population, capture worthless wanderers of the same race in the wilderness, and achieve its current prosperity.

If his tribesmen could learn more detailed farming knowledge, then the Azure Plains Tribe's lukewarm agriculture might make greater progress.

Cultivation is easy to learn but difficult to master. Influenced by the Goblins, Ivan and the Azure Plains Tribe had also made efforts in cultivation, but due to water sources, planting management, and other factors, their tribe's grain yield was not satisfactory.

If their efforts didn't yield sufficient returns, the tribesmen's motivation for cultivation gradually waned. After all, they could still sustain the tribe by picking berries, nuts, and wild vegetables in the wilderness, and hunting various beasts, so why bother toiling over those delicate crops in the soil?

"Okay, remember, before the sun rises in the morning, don't let a single one of your tribe's strong laborers be missing. Wait for me."

Allen waved his hand, dismissing the two fellows. As they went down the mountain to organize their tribesmen, Flower Snake appeared beside Allen, asking with concern, "Won't doing this attract demons?"

"We can't just cower in the village forever because we're afraid of demons. What's coming will eventually come!"

Allen suddenly saw things clearly. The emotional turmoil of the past month or two stemmed from the deaths of nearly a hundred tribesmen, which pained him. But life had to go on. If he wanted to prevent his tribesmen from experiencing yesterday's tragedy again, then today's time had to be fully utilized, seizing every opportunity to grow stronger and more prosperous.

Thinking about it carefully, the wilderness had always been cruel and ruthless. No one could predict what would happen in the next second, but in the end, everyone had still managed to survive. A dozen years of smooth sailing seemed to have eroded the courage to fight bravely in Allen's heart. Just encountering a not-so-powerful demon force had made him become hesitant and indecisive. This was not the true nature of Allen from back then.

Even without the demon attacks, hadn't their tribe suffered losses over the years? Hunting often brought unexpected attacks from fierce beasts and venomous insects; even in the village, several fellows had drowned in Green Lake while playing in the water over the years. As the chief, he shouldn't only think about the safety of the tribesmen and be afraid to move forward, afraid to sacrifice. Sometimes, necessary risks are also for future development and growth!!!

"I'm waiting for them to attack again!!!"

The aura that Allen suddenly displayed made Flower Snake's eyes light up. It seemed that something had changed in this familiar chief, but upon closer inspection, nothing was different.

But in reality, after figuring everything out, Allen seemed to have become much more relaxed. His movements also became more efficient, with less hesitation.

As dawn broke, Allen got up early and continued his unwavering exercise, working up a sweat before taking a refreshing dive into Green Lake. When he emerged from the water, the scars all over Allen's body, like a wilderness wasteland gnawed by goats, were the marks of countless times being burned by fire magic.

At this time, in front of the gathering places of the two major tribes, a large group of sluggish and yawning Gnolls and Lizardmen stood listlessly in rows, swaying from side to side. In front of the ranks, the two leaders, Boban and Lasco, muttered and cursed, hitting and kicking to invigorate this group of lazy fellows.

Mauro had been waiting for a long time with a large batch of agricultural tools and supplies. This time, he was leading a team of 15 Halfling tribesmen, along with the human Jem, to accompany Allen on a trip to Raging Tides Bay, to reclaim the abandoned land in the bay.

"All of you, shut up!!"

Allen, dripping wet, walked to the front of the two teams and roared. At the same time, his cold eyes swept to both sides, immediately suppressing a lot of the noise.

"You say shut up, and we shut up?"

However, there was still a discordant voice coming from the crowd. He thought that speaking while hiding in the crowd would go unnoticed, but little did he expect that Allen's ears and eyes were too sharp. After kicking over the guys blocking his way with a few big feet, he dragged out a Gnoll with fierce and unruly eyes.

The Gnoll, being dragged out by Allen by the ear, naturally didn't want to. He tore at Allen with his hands and feet, but failed to leave any marks on Allen's scaly armor and sturdy muscles.

"Let me go, or I'll tear you apart!!!"

Although Allen's reputation had been spreading, in reality, neither the Gnolls of the Ivan Tribe nor the Lizardmen of the Azure Plains Tribe had personally experienced Allen's power. So, given the Gnoll's rebellious nature, they might not have taken this skinny Earth Bear, who looked like a human, seriously.

"Hmph!!"

Allen glanced contemptuously at the Gnoll in his hand who couldn't even break free. Then, in front of everyone present, he released the pointy ear with his right hand while his wide knuckles grabbed the top of the opponent's head.

With a fierce exertion of force, the hard skull was like paper in front of Allen. On the spot, the unlucky Gnoll's eyeballs were squeezed out of their sockets, connected by nerves and blood vessels, hanging on the cheek with only half a face left. From the broken skull, pale brain matter slowly flowed from between Allen's fingers. The Gnoll, who had been lively and uttering wild words just a moment ago, instantly turned into a soft corpse held in Allen's hand on the ground.

A fierce aura emanated from Allen, and the whispers that had remained were instantly silenced. No one dared to treat the Earth Bear in front of them as non-existent anymore.

"Listen up, anyone who dares to disobey my arrangements will end up like this guy in the future."

"Don't look at your leaders, they can't save you!!! Anyone who's not convinced can pick up your weapon and challenge me. I'll admit you're a warrior, but being a warrior requires paying a price, and the price of challenging me is the same as him!!!"

Anyway, since he was already wet, Allen didn't mind going back to Green Lake to wash up again. In front of everyone, Allen easily lifted the Gnoll's corpse, grabbing the opponent's neck with one hand and one of the opponent's thighs with the other, and then, like stretching a rubber band, tore the Gnoll's corpse into several pieces: two thighs, two arms, a head, and two sections of the body broken in half at the abdomen.

For a time, everyone's eyes flickered, and no one even dared to look directly into Allen's eyes. Amidst the dodging and evasion, Allen began to instruct today's tasks, and when he waved his hand to let them leave, everyone felt like they had been pardoned from a heavy sentence, just short of shouting for joy.

Even Boban, whose tribesman had been killed, dared not make a big commotion. Although there was much indignation and dissatisfaction in his heart, he could only lower his head dejectedly and submit to Allen, the Green Meadow strongman, in the face of absolute strength.