Green Monster Epic

"Ptooey!!"

Allen spat out a mouthful of blood and flesh, unsure if it was his own or his opponent's, and touched the deep knife mark on his neck. A little more, and his head would have been separated from his body.

Healing potions and scrolls of moderate healing, mixed with the bear goblin's powerful vitality and recovery, struggled to maintain Allen's lifeline. He leaned on the Bone Reaver, a solitary figure standing on the empty battlefield, while the twisted corpse of a delicate human female was crushed beneath Allen's large feet.

In just half a magic hour, Allen had exerted all his strength and paid a heavy price, finally slaying the human female target he had been eyeing, thoroughly shocking the dozen or so pairs of opponents entangled in the sky.

Perhaps the legends had become accustomed to harmless sparring, lacking the ferocity and ruthlessness of true combat. So, as Allen carefully selected his target, designed a trap, and ultimately resorted to a life-for-life exchange, he managed, in a short period, to send the soul of a high and mighty legendary powerhouse into the River Styx before the eyes of countless people.

Eunice's wealth was undeniable, and she had many life-saving trump cards in her hand. Unfortunately, those so-called trump cards ultimately became bubbles in the face of the calm and desperate Allen. For example, the Scroll of Finger of Death, which Eunice had always treasured and was said to give even demigod powerhouses only a fifty percent chance of survival if hit, was stubbornly resisted by Allen's strong will.

As the fight progressed, the two legends' movements became more concise and brutal. When Allen grabbed his opponent's kicking leg, he simply discarded the Bone Reaver in his hand and went in for a bare-knuckle brawl, the fight losing any semblance of elegance or skill.

You can't imagine two high and mighty legendary powerhouses wrestling together, using teeth and claws to tear at each other's flesh, leaving wounds all over each other's bodies, with the kind of ferocity that even if their features were twisted beyond recognition by the pain, they would still bite off a piece of flesh!

Finally, Eunice seized an opportunity to use the Scissor Cut, the two daggers crossing together to try to strangle Allen's neck. At the same time, Allen used a serpent's coil to trap her neck between his two strong thighs, while one arm firmly blocked her killing move.

Allen paid the painful price of a severely crippled arm and a small portion of the left side of his neck being shaved off, severing her neck a step ahead of her, and finally achieved the final victory.

Allen's initial plan was not to kill the human female in front of him. The best outcome he had planned in his mind was to inflict a huge blow on the opponent he had been eyeing, which would have been enough. However, he never expected that the previous claw attack would ultimately provoke the human female to act like a madwoman, giving Allen a chance to kill her.

After all, if a legend really wanted to escape, it would be extremely difficult for an opponent of the same rank to intercept them. Their wealth and resources were completely different from when they were of a lower rank, and any life-saving means could buy them a lot of time.

Not everyone is like Allen, with the most valuable things on his body being the legendary crystal obtained from the Oakleaf Temple and his own dimensional bag.

Of course, it was also thanks to Allen's choice of a suitable target, and that he cut off the opponent's most powerful life-saving skill right from the start. Later, Eunice's crazy behavior allowed Allen's Dimensional Anchor spell to continue to be applied, which ultimately led to the killing of the opponent.

The scrolls that Allen collected the most were not those powerful evocation spells, nor those auxiliary spells that could bless himself, but scrolls that could restrict space-based spells, which could be considered cheating skills, such as Force Field Prison and Dimensional Anchor.

Allen had 5-6 Dimensional Anchor spell scrolls on him alone. If these types of scrolls weren't extremely scarce on the market and the focus of collection for other combatants, Allen might have stored even more.

What he hated the most were mages and thieves who would use a teleportation spell or shadow jump to escape far away when they saw something was wrong. The time spent chasing them was even longer than the time they spent fighting each other.

Standing with difficulty on the ravaged battlefield, where not a single piece of ground was intact, Allen was now in the weakened state of his Fury skill, and several vital parts of his body were severely injured, so much so that he needed the Bone Reaver beside him for support.

However, no one dared to approach where Allen was. Several humans in the sky let out shrill, resentful roars, staring intently at Allen's figure, but were intercepted by their opponents. A middle-aged blond man desperately parried his opponent, about to swoop down, but his opponent seized the opportunity, feigning a retreat but actually brewing a killing move, and nearly chopped off the blond man's arm with an axe.

After this lesson, the legends in the sky stabilized their emotions one after another. Except for occasionally glancing at where Allen was, there were no other excessive actions.

With one less legendary thief to restrain them from the side, the wilderness powerhouses, who had been gradually at a disadvantage, gradually regained the situation. In addition, Allen, a new face among the legends, gave everyone a surprise, and suddenly everyone used their means together, showing signs of suppressing the human legends.

Even the wilderness warriors on the ground seemed to be inspired by Allen's brave fighting and continued to launch fierce counterattacks against the human legions, and the fighting between the two sides became more and more intense and fierce.

And all of this was no longer Allen's business. After accumulating a little strength, Allen laboriously bent down, swept the battlefield on the ground, and directly threw the corpse of the legendary powerhouse into the dimensional bag. Then, Allen flew into the sky, directly leaving the battlefield and flying towards the rear of the wilderness camp.

Doing this could be considered enough of a contribution from Allen to the wilderness allied forces. With his current embarrassed and weak body, it would be unwise to stay any longer. In addition, he should not have appeared on the battlefield in the first place. In any case, Allen did not think that his choice had any errors.

Behind him, the sounds of fighting, the clashing of weapons, and the powerful explosions of spells were endless. Allen did not slow down until he flew over the continuous military camps of the wilderness legion to an vicinity of a wide, gorgeous, heavily guarded felt tent, where he slowly landed.

"Halt!"

Although hovering in the air exposed Allen's legendary status, when he landed, a team of elite wilderness warriors were already holding weapons and staring at him warily.

“I am Allen. White, chieftain of the Greenfield Tribe, reporting for duty. Please inform the command!”

Allen was a mess. His body was covered in a mixture of green and red blood. Coupled with the deep, bone-revealing wound on his neck, he presented a picture of ferocity and horror. No wonder the wasteland warriors were so wary of him!

However, Allen found their wariness normal and showed no dissatisfaction. He immediately announced his name, took out a nameplate proving his identity, and tossed it to a soldier not far away.

The soldiers were wary of Allen, but Allen was equally wary of his surroundings. At the slightest disturbance, he would immediately fly into a rage and turn to leave the military camp. Even with allies and companions, Allen never expected them to guarantee his safety. If he didn't still have the ability to protect himself and hadn't just accomplished a great feat, Allen would never have set foot in the military camp. Instead, he would have hidden somewhere in the grasslands, healed his injuries, and then reappeared.

“Please wait a moment.”

Seeing that Allen made no excessive movements, one of the wasteland soldiers stepped out and headed straight for the central camp in the rear. Before long, a face that Allen vaguely recognized appeared before him.

“Chieftain Allen, why are you in such a mess?”

The person who came was a Lizardman. He seemed to be the envoy from the Navvy Tribe who had gone to Lake Sammai to discuss the recipe for Demon Barbecue with Allen. His name was Narnia, or something like that. Allen, whose mind was muddled, couldn't remember for a moment.

However, this did not prevent Allen from forcing a wry smile and greeting the other party with difficulty: “Sorry, I saw the battle ahead was fierce when I came, and I thought I’d lend a hand. I didn’t expect to run into a tough opponent. Although I managed to win by luck, I ended up like this.”

Because he didn't know the other party's position in the command, Allen simply explained the origin of his injuries and didn't go into further detail. Anyway, when the soldiers on the battlefield returned, his achievements would naturally be known to everyone.

“If all the strong were as responsible as Chieftain Allen, that would be great!”

Narnia scanned Allen with a profound gaze, then offered his sincere and heartfelt compliments.

“As a warrior, killing the enemy is about doing everything you can!”

Allen replied indifferently, showing no pride.

In fact, Allen's desperate fight this time was already part of his plan, so that human powerhouse could only be considered unlucky for running into Allen.

At the edge of Lake Sammai, when Allen decided to throw out his only bargaining chip, he had already made a series of plans in his mind.

The ‘Allen Demon Barbecue’ recipe was used as an experiment, appearing in the public eye so that everyone could see the prospects of the magic dishes named ‘Allen Series’ by Allen. At the same time, it was also the foundation for Allen, a newcomer to the stage of the strong, to build a bridge of friendship with the surrounding tribes and legendary powerhouses.

In the future, Allen would develop more and more effective grinding dishes and exchange them with the surrounding tribes, just like now, in exchange for various resources for the rise of the Greenfield Tribe, helping the tribe and himself grow rapidly.

The barrenness of the Greenfield Plain had prevented a powerful tribe from emerging on this land for thousands of years. Any tribe with a bit of strength would leave this land that restricted tribal development after reaching a certain stage. However, with the rise of more and more powerful tribes in the wasteland, the living environment in the wasteland had become more complex and difficult. It was not easy to find a place to settle down in a prosperous area.

Therefore, Allen simply gave up the idea of migrating the tribe. At the same time, he couldn't bear to leave this land where he had lived for decades, so he could only change the appearance of this land far from the Long Corridor trade route in another way.

That was to rely on the temptation of ‘Allen Series’ delicacies to create a city of delicacies in the Ferman world. When magic dishes such as ‘Demon Barbecue’ and ‘Blood and Fire’ appeared, he wasn't afraid that no one would take the bait.

As long as the delicacies were promoted, Allen could open a school specializing in cultivating chefs and teaching cooking skills such as knife skills and carving, just like the scene that once appeared in his dream. Then, he could gradually introduce advanced versions of the magic dish recipes. He wasn't afraid that the Greenfield Plain wouldn't become a prosperous place from then on.

When people mentioned delicacies, the first thing they would think of was Green Lake Village, then Allen's plan would be considered a big step forward.

Of course, Allen couldn't ignore the wasteland natives' character of seizing by force, selfishness, and self-interest. Regardless of how Green Lake Village would develop in the future, just the fact that the village had obtained countless resources after using the recipe, Allen didn't believe that no one and no force would secretly harbor covetous thoughts.

The existence of Clay and the other Oak Church clergy members in the village seemed to provide great protection to the village, but Allen's character never allowed him to entrust the future of himself and the village to others. He only believed that his own strength and the strength of the tribe were the decisive factors in truly making the village stand tall.

His current strength could only be considered so-so, but the overall strength of the Greenfield Tribe was too weak compared to the level Allen had come into contact with. Since the location of the tribal village had been exposed, and outsiders had seen the value of the recipe, Allen had to nip the potential danger in the bud.

That's right, he took the risk this time, showing his willingness to fight to the death in front of a group of legendary powerhouses in the wasteland, using his teeth to bite and his claws to scratch, in order to warn those with ulterior motives of the price of provoking Allen. It's nothing to be cruel to others, but an enemy who can be cruel and ruthless to himself is the most awe-inspiring and terrifying.

Only by making the other party understand that anyone who attacks Allen or his tribe will pay a painful price, even their lives, will those big figures, after weighing the pros and cons, treat each other's relationship with caution!

The more Allen knew about the strong in this world, the more he realized that these guys had deeper desires. Whether it was power, status, or wealth, these strong seemed to be very interested, but they lacked the open-mindedness of ordinary warriors to face everything.