Green Monster Epic

Even the madness of the demons couldn't stop Allen's masterful art of slow slicing.

This interrogation technique was also inspired by Allen's dreams.

Of course, the scenes in the dream were not as frightening as the scenes Allen created himself. It could be said that Allen had surpassed his teachers. Even Kaya and Alba became somewhat indifferent to Allen after personally experiencing his interrogation.

After all, the changes brought about by Allen's combination of knife skills from cooking and the techniques of slow slicing were naturally beyond the scenes in the dream.

Albion, the elf, on the other hand, ran to Allen full of admiration and began to ask him about the techniques, completely disregarding how cruel and terrifying Allen's methods had been.

Allen himself didn't think it was that cruel. There were far more cruel methods in the wilderness, it's just that these guys hadn't seen them.

At this moment, having just completely broken down a mad demon, he calmly walked to the pool, cleaning the blood stains on his hands and body. Not far away, the chest of the demon was wide open, and countless insects and flies were drilling directly into its heart to suck blood, but it didn't stop the traces of the demon's heart beating. Only the demon's eyes were empty, completely lacking the agility of a living thing.

If anyone saw their own heart throbbing in someone else's palm, and their originally strong body turned into a pile of white bones, they would be scared to collapse on the spot.

The feeling of watching others play with their vital heart, feeling their life slowly draining away, unless it was a soulless construct, no creature could remain indifferent, especially a wise creature with a perception of life.

"It's a pity that this Florem knows so little, it doesn't even know why they are staying here."

Richard didn't feel much about the previous scene. As mages, many of the things they did in the past on the road of studying spells and pursuing the truth of magic were not much more merciful than what Allen was doing now.

His only regret was that the information provided by this Florem didn't have much useful information. The most valuable thing was a place name it occasionally heard -- Stonar. And the object who said this place name was a team of humans and demons who had a brief exchange with their team of demons 20 days ago.

Obviously, this team of humans and demons is most likely the mission target Allen and the others are tracking.

"Alright, being able to know the next possible place where our mission target may appear is already the biggest gain."

Kaya seemed very satisfied. With this information, how much advantage it would bring to their team and how much trouble it would reduce.

"Okay, let's get on the road now. After all, we are more than ten days behind them. I don't know if they will still be there when we arrive at Stonar."

"Okay!!"

Although they had just experienced a big battle, for Allen and the other peak high-level combatants, the energy accumulated in their bodies on weekdays was enough to support them in high-intensity combat for a long time. It was not difficult for them to set off immediately.

After a simple clean up, Allen stepped forward and gave the dying demon another blow, then threw it into the camp. After Richard cast a fireball spell, a raging fire immediately ignited the entire camp, burning away the last traces of the demons' existence.

They continued south, with a clear goal, heading to a place called Stonar.

The Stonar area is a forest area adjacent to the Centaur Grassland. The vegetation coverage is very high, so the tribes living in this area are mainly lizardmen, trolls, and other tribes that like humid and hot environments. However, because it is closer to the junction of the wilderness and the Hilun Continent, there are also many mixed-race tribes such as half-orcs and half-elves that are not accepted by the human world and the orc empire living there.

Humans, a greedy and curious race, are also the race in this world that can give birth to offspring with most intelligent races.

Because of curiosity, the pursuit of power, and other reasons, humans have created almost 60% of the hybrid species in this world.

These hybrid races, who were not born into this world of their own free will, have not been accepted by humans since the moment they were born, and have suffered all kinds of bullying. At the same time, they have to guard against the black hands who want to use them for research and exchange for benefits, so they have no choice but to flee to the wilderness and gain a foothold there.

Only the wilderness will tolerate these rootless races settling down and living, and even later, as the strength of several hybrid races grows, they are absorbed into the Mansha City members and become a true wilderness race, which is how they have a foundation.

The Stonar area covers an area of more than one million acres, most of which is covered by forests. Among the tribes living here, there are 5 larger ones, namely the Horned Kui Lizardmen Tribe, the Zashile Half-Orc Tribe, the Roble Goblin Tribe, the Karen Troll Tribe, and the Emerald Eye Half-Elf Tribe.

The populations of these 5 tribes all exceed 2,000. The population of the largest Zashile Half-Orc Tribe has already approached 5,000, and it also occupies the largest territory in the southeast of the Stonar area. The relatively weaker ones are the Emerald Eye Half-Elves, with just over 2,000 people, but because they have elven blood, they are outstanding in terms of both lifespan and talent, and are relatively stronger in combat power.

Why are there half-elf tribes here?

Isn't this the sin created by humans!!

The handsome and tall appearance of elves has made them the most popular playthings of the royal nobles of the human kingdoms. Over the years, countless elves have been plundered by dark forces such as slave hunting teams and slave merchants, brought to human civilization to exchange for benefits, and finally gave birth to countless hybrid races with human and elven blood.

However, half-elves have significant differences in appearance from humans, and can be recognized at a glance, making it impossible for them to gain a foothold in the human world. In the end, they can only sadly flee to the wilderness, which is why there are half-elf tribes like the Emerald Eye.

Allen and the others have been in the Stonar area for a few days, and through the relationship between Allen and Alba, two wilderness races, they have entered the territory of several tribes and gained a lot of local information.

"At least from the current point of view, Alva and his group have not yet taken action to assassinate."

Albion focused his gaze on a large parchment map, which he stole from a small tribe in the forest. Although the map is a bit crude, it at least gives Allen and the others, who were completely in the dark, a direct understanding of the Stonar area.

"The question now is, are they in this area at all? If they are lurking here, then who is their target?"

Richard thought more deeply, and the two questions he raised made Allen, Kaya, and the others frown.

The journey that would have taken 5-6 days was sped up by Allen and the others in two days, and they arrived at the Stonar area. But even so, Alva's team of assassins entered this area nearly half a month earlier than Allen and the others.

However, according to the information gathered by Allen and Alba, although the Stonar area is currently filled with unease, nothing major has happened.

The reason for the unease is simple: this area is very close to the border of the Centaur Kingdom. As the centaur line is gradually pushed back by the demons, small groups of demons have already invaded the Stonar area, engaging in various hunting activities.

"Look," Richard said.

Richard took out several maps of the southern Mansha region that he had collected along the way from his dimensional bag, and then pieced them together into a map more than 3 meters wide.

"These points that I have marked are the tribal targets assassinated by Alva and his group along the way. Have you noticed any patterns?"

Allen, Kaiya, and the others all focused their attention, looking back and forth on this huge map, with a bit of confusion in their eyes, and occasionally a few glimmers of light.

"…They seem to be traveling along the edge of the Centaur Grassland."

Allen looked up and pointed to the northwestern corner of the map, where the first tribe assassinated by Alva and his group was located – the Wakan Kobold Tribe.

Then, Allen's finger drew an arc, sometimes entering the edge of the Centaur Grassland, and sometimes crossing the edge into the wilderness, marking the route of Alva and his group assassinating the leaders of 10 tribes along the way. There was no pattern to their assassination targets, and the distances were either close or far. The farthest was like the Stonar area where Allen and they are now, which is more than 1,000 miles away from the Twisted Wood Hammer Tribe at the last assassination point.

However, when viewed from above on the entire huge map, it can be found that the other party's whereabouts are actually on the line between the Centaur Grassland and the wilderness.

"That doesn't prove anything, does it?"

Kaiya frowned, pointed to the location of the Twisted Wood Hammer, and then waved lightly on the map. The seemingly light stroke actually had a boundary line of more than 3,000 miles on the map, making it impossible to judge the other party's real foothold.

"Maybe the demon only heard an unimportant place mentioned casually by the other party."

"…"

The others fell into deep thought again, trying to find more clues.

"This is the approximate situation of these assassinated tribes that I have collected."

Richard suddenly took out another piece of parchment, with densely written unfamiliar characters on it, which even Kaiya, a human, basically didn't recognize.

Richard's source of information has always been a mystery, which has always made Allen and the others very curious, but no one can ask the reason. Richard never says much about it, except to share the information he has obtained with Allen and the others.

"Among these 10 tribes, the alignment of 6 of them is inclined to be closely related to human caravans, and the relationship between the people under them and humans is relatively harmonious. Among the remaining two tribes, they basically maintain a neutral attitude. Although they don't favor humans, they don't have much hostility towards humans either."

"Only the Wakan Tribe and the Twisted Wood Hammer Tribe are firmly in the hard-line wilderness faction, and they have a strong hostility towards any civilization outside the wilderness. Human and elven caravans are not allowed to come and go to the tribal settlements."

"What are you trying to say?"

Albian was puzzled and looked up at Richard.

"What I want to say is, perhaps we can consider from this perspective, identify which of the targets Alva and the others are most likely to assassinate, and then we secretly monitor around that target."

Richard was actually not confident enough, but now they have limited manpower, and they only have the ability to monitor one tribe. Otherwise, they would only be able to chase after the traces left by the other party after they started their actions, which would undoubtedly be more passive.

"Half-elf and half-orc tribes have always been firm hard-liners due to their own origins, so the probability of Alva launching an assassination against them is not very high."

"The remaining are the Roble, Horned Kui, and Karen tribes."

"Among these three tribes, the Roble tribe has the closest relationship with humans. Although the other two tribes have dealings with human caravans, they are just normal commercial exchanges, and the relationship between the tribe members and humans is not harmonious."

"So, I think the most likely assassination target of the other party is Frank Roble of the Robe Tribe."

"What do you think?"

Richard spoke logically, as if that was the way things were, which moved Allen and the others, but when it came to making a judgment, they were a little hesitant. Only Alba, the ogre who was not very good at these things, nodded in agreement.

"But, this is just your guess, without substantial evidence."

Albian didn't completely disagree, but the information was limited, and it was really difficult for everyone to make a judgment.

"Can you offer other valuable suggestions then?"

Allen asked back. At least in his opinion, Richard's analysis was still useful, far more reliable than everyone trying their luck.

"Okay, never mind I said anything."

Albian shrugged and waved his hand indifferently.

"Richard's analysis is somewhat based on evidence, so let's focus on monitoring this Roble Tribe."

Seeing that everyone's discussion had temporarily come to a conclusion, Kaiya finally spoke, setting the target.

"Allen, you have goblin blood, so you should infiltrate this Roble Tribe and help collect information about the tribe."

"Albian, you sneak into the vicinity of Chief Frank's residence, stare at his every move, keep in touch with Allen at any time, and report his whereabouts to us."

"Alba, your nose is the most sensitive, and you are a native of the wilderness, so you should patrol around the settlement of the Roble Tribe to see if you can smell the aura of those demons."

"…"

Once the target was determined, the next actions became more efficient. Without Richard needing to offer any more suggestions, the experienced Kaiya clearly assigned the tasks to each of the five of them in a few words, and none of Allen and the others raised any objections.

The Roble Tribe, a goblin tribe with a total population of 3,000, of which more than 2,000 are short goblins. Among the remaining less than 1,000 people, earth goblins account for more than half. Bear goblins have become a scarce face in the tribe, with only 100-200 people.

The tribal leader, Frank Roble, is a high-level shadow energy talent user. No one knows what his specific advanced profession is. The only thing known to outsiders is that he is good at using various alchemical tools to create various traps to assist in combat.

To be honest, when Albian raised an objection, it was because of Frank's profession that made it difficult for him to be assassinated by the enemy. After all, the shadow jump three times a day can be said to be an excellent life-saving skill.

Of course, things are not so absolute. There are many ways to limit shadow jumps, such as several spells of mages, and range magic arrays that can affect magical energy, and so on.

The Roble Tribe's strength could be said to be the weakest among the five relatively large tribes of Stonar, mainly because their tribe was composed mostly of relatively weak goblins. However, their economic strength was the strongest among the tribes. Goblins were good at learning and had excellent minds, giving them a unique talent for managing the tribe.

This was also the reason why the Roble Tribe was close to human merchant groups. The Roble Tribe had developed several stable trade routes in recent years, which attracted many human merchant groups to trade, and it became a matter of course to get closer to each other under mutual benefit.

Allen entered Roble Town without experiencing too much interrogation. Apart from the earth goblin guards at the gate taking a few more glances at Allen's figure, no one paid attention to Allen until he checked into the only tavern in the town.

Life in the town was relatively peaceful. Roble Town did not settle deep in the forest, but established a stronghold at the southwest corner of the forest area, opening up pieces of land on the outskirts of the forest for cultivation and other agricultural activities. The town's planning was different from Green Lake Village. There was only one straight avenue leading directly to the town square, where there was also a clock tower. At this time, someone was still on duty at the clock tower, and they were not slack.

On both sides of the avenue, there were various facilities set up for the thousands of people living in the town: blacksmith shops, taverns, grocery stores, and so on.

The streets were deserted, and the environment in the town was not very good. All kinds of filth were scattered and discarded in various corners. Allen even saw mischievous children taking off their patched pants on the spot and solving their problems in the shadows.

The tavern was very deserted. Apart from a few local goblins raising a glass of ale or fruit wine, sipping and chatting, Allen could be said to be the only outsider in the tavern at the moment.

Allen sat at the bar and ordered a glass of fruit wine. Compared to the slightly bitter taste of ale, Allen still preferred the fragrance and light sweetness of fruit wine. He listened attentively to the drunkards' grumbling chats while also spending a little money to inquire about unimportant things with the goblin bartender at the bar.

There were too few outsiders in this place, and Allen didn't want to rashly inquire about sensitive matters. He revealed his idea of wanting to settle down here as a wanderer, which made the bartender willing to tell Allen more things for the sake of the silver coin.

Rarely staying in a goblin tribe, Allen also hoped to learn from the experience and see what the difference was between the development of this Roble Tribe and his own Green Field Tribe.

After some inquiries, Allen's mood became a little gloomy. He couldn't figure out how Frank, this goblin, had managed to run this tribe to this point. All the money-making businesses in the entire tribe were occupied by Frank and his confidants. The town's industries and the vast land outside the village were mostly owned by Frank and his confidants. More than 80% of the town's population was working for Frank, working hard for Frank and his confidants, and the only gain was that they wouldn't starve and had a relatively safe place to live.

In the Green Field Tribe, Allen was trying to increase the private property of the tribe members, but in the Roble Tribe, Frank and his minions were thinking of ways to exploit the tribe members in the village, scooping mouthfuls of food from their meager bowls.

It was precisely because Frank's exploitation was too harsh that under the calm surface of the tribe, there were hidden undercurrents. Even now, Allen could feel the resentment in the hearts of those increasingly drunk wine cabinets beside him from their constant cursing.

However, in the wilderness, strength spoke. Controlling the high-level tribe members were Frank and his three high-level combat profession leaders, with more than 40 advanced middle-level combat professionals under their command, making countless tribe members in the town only dare to be angry but not speak out, let alone resist.

Allen sat in the tavern for more than a magic hour, and his gains were not much. In the end, he could only find an excuse to go outside for a walk. Arriving at the town square, this should be the most lively place in the town. In the open space, many goblin females were drying a plant. It was said that this plant could extract a dye, which sold a lot among humans.

Goblin children were also mostly playing here. Because of Frank's shortsightedness, there was no school in this town. Before they reached the age where they could work, the children could only be raised by adults in the town, letting them run around.

Further into the square was the tall wooden building where Frank and his minions lived. Looking out from a wooden building, it should be three stories high, and the windows were also pasted with transparent glass that was valuable in the wilderness. From the outside, one could clearly see the style and color of the curtains in the house.

Downstairs, more than a dozen tall and strong bear goblins were wearing exquisite armor, staring sternly at any goblin who dared to approach this area. Occasionally, children who approached would be directly shouted away by their loud voices, not allowing them to get close.

Whether the Roble tribe members lived well or not could be seen from the cubs running around in the square and the females who were busy working.

Their clothes were the cheapest cotton and linen, and almost no one could wear a complete set. Most of them were patched. Although the weather in this wilderness was not cold, the temperature dropped after nightfall, especially in this Stonar area, which was already biased towards the southern continent.

Allen seemed to be strolling around casually, but in fact, he had been observing the scene of the tall wooden building in the town with the corner of his eye. However, his harvest from observing for most of a magic hour was only a few goblins wearing servant-style clothes coming and going, but he did not see the figures of other town leaders or Frank and the others.

Just as Allen was about to turn around and leave to check into the tavern, a voice suddenly came from his ear.

"You guy, standing here like an idiot, aren't you afraid that these goblins will discover your problem?"

The voice was very familiar. Without even thinking, Allen could already hear that it was Albion greeting him.

Unable to see Albion's figure, Allen's movements were natural. He lowered his head slightly as if looking for something, and then began to speak: "What about you? Any gains?"

"I just touched these buildings and heard one of the earth goblin leaders say that Frank, this goblin, will be going out recently to welcome the arrival of a human merchant group."

Albion, as the darling of shadow energy, was more suitable for doing this kind of sneaking thing than Allen, and was much more efficient.

"Then what is the specific time?"

"I haven't figured this out yet. I'll come back to contact you after I figure it out."

"Okay, I live in the first room on the left side of the second floor of the tavern near the stairs."

"Okay, wait for my good news."

Albion did not show his figure, and completed the contact with Allen. Allen also left slowly after obtaining intelligence support.