Green Monster Epic

Chapter 400: Cooking Competition (Everyone, Happy Lantern Festival!!)

The Mansa West Mountains, the place where Allen single-handedly carved out a hill and hundreds of meters of foothills, was now a hubbub of activity.

Dozens of tall, sturdy Earth Goblins and Bear Goblins, their upper bodies bare, were sweating profusely as they carved into the solid granite.

Occasionally, the figures of a few small Gray Dwarves would appear.

With the guidance of professionals, the speed at which these thirty-odd goblins were excavating the mountain range was not much slower than when Allen had split the mountain with his legendary strength.

The Green Field Tribe already had a relatively complete system for physical training.

When breaking through from low-tier to mid-tier, in addition to the basic combat skills practiced diligently every day, there were also weighted marches and deep-water tempering.

However, when breaking through from mid-tier to high-tier, this type of tempering gradually became less effective.

Tribesmen often needed more intense battles and厮杀to improve.

However, the risks of such improvements were extremely high.

In recent years, as the tribe began sending outstanding tribesmen out to travel and adventure, earning money was secondary.

More importantly, they hoped that these individuals could integrate the foundations laid during the initial and mid-tier stages, and use practical combat to stimulate their potential and take it a step further.

The effect was indeed good.

Since Doggy and Jill and others started, more than fifty goblin tribesmen have gone out each year.

Among the tribesmen who returned after two or three years of adventure, roughly 1/5 of them had broken through to the high-tier.

However, although there were many tribesmen who broke through, many tribesmen also died in battle during their adventures.

Including those who were seriously injured and crippled, nearly 1/5 of the tribesmen became useless waste or simply turned into cold ashes.

Therefore, in addition to adventurous travel, Allen was also trying to find another relatively safe way to help the tribesmen improve their strength.

Gradually, he had some ideas: the food 'Bone-Etching Pain' made from the flesh of high-tier devils and demons was still being improved; the waterfall tempering method could not be realized for the time being due to the lack of suitable geographical environment in the tribe's plains.

Now, after Allen personally tested the mountain stone excavation training in the Mansa West Mountains for more than a month and felt that it had some effect, he directly transferred these thirty-odd guys who were just stuck at the level 12 threshold to the mountains for at least half a year of arduous training.

"No one can stop until I say so!! Squeeze out the last bit of strength in your bodies, and the energy within you, whether it's battle qi, rage… every bit of it must be completely exhausted!!"

Allen was completely iron-faced and ruthless, his eyes icy and murderous.

Whenever someone met his gaze, they couldn't help but panic, and their movements became a bit faster.

The fierce and bold reverberations echoed in this man-made, increasingly wide valley basin.

No goblin dared to slack off, even though they were already hungry, sore, and weak.

The miserable fate of their compatriots hanging on the stone pillars not far away was a warning to them.

Life in the tribe was getting better and better, and Chieftain Allen had rarely shown his power and punished the tribesmen in front of them, causing the Green Field Tribe to gradually become tired.

The previous land reform was also a change made by Allen after he noticed the change in the tribesmen's hearts; now, this group of fat, pampered, and tortured tribal elites were the result of Allen's anger at their lack of ambition, and the cruel training he had devised.

"Chieftain…"

"Shut up, if you have the strength to talk, you can swing the heavy weapon in your hand one more time, and squeeze out one more point of your body's potential.

When you break through to the high-tier, you will have the opportunity to return to the village for a few days of rest, otherwise, all of you will honestly stay here and chop stones!!"

Allen didn't care about the situation of an Earth Goblin who was so miserable that he was about to dehydrate.

As long as they didn't completely faint, then their training wouldn't be over.

For this closed training, Allen also brought Linus and another gnome druid named Rolando out with him, partly to knock on the somewhat lax Linus and the others, and partly to use druid spells to cast recovery spells on the goblins below, to avoid leaving hidden injuries.

Rolando, this gnome, was another tribesman druid who had advanced to the mid-tier after Linus, and according to Allen's expectations, he had advanced to the branch of Natural Healer.

Whether it was blessing spells or recovery spells, he was much stronger than the half-baked Linus.

Linus's caster talent was still a bit lacking, coupled with his early rebellious personality, it took him a lot of effort to advance to the Claw Druid in recent years, and he was even caught up by Rolando, who had learned spells later than him.

To be honest, he himself felt a little embarrassed.

Therefore, although Allen asked Linus to come here to suffer, he never gave up learning when he didn't need to cast spells to restore the physical strength and energy of other tribesmen.

Now, Linus's pet has changed again.

The previous Little White and its magical beast partner, Little Gray, have now become the highest existence among the predators of the Green Field Plain.

Linus, who had already mastered the Worg transformation, no longer needed to study the habits of the Worg.

Therefore, he asked the hunting team for help and captured an Ironback Bear cub as his next transformation target.

The Worg population is steadily increasing, and now it has a scale of thirty-odd heads.

The newly born Worg cubs will now be accompanied by a gnome warrior in Green Lake Village, who will take care of the cubs' diet and daily life to facilitate communication between them.

After all, they are one of the most intelligent beings among animals.

The combat power formed by the combination of the Worgs raised from childhood and the gnomes forming cavalry is such that even low-tier 5-6 level gnome warriors can now threaten the strength of mid-tier 9-10 level warriors.

When the tribe's alchemy has made significant progress, when gnomes can skillfully use alchemical tools such as fire lances and iron-skinned hand grenades, their combat power may be raised to another level.

"Bastard, slacking off again!!!"

It was rare for Allen to pick up the identity of a teacher again.

The goblins under his eyelids were miserable.

If they moved a little slower, a small stone in Allen's hand would fly over, leaving a bruise on the other party's muscles on the spot, but it wouldn't really hurt their bones.

The area of the valley is getting bigger and bigger.

In another direction, several gray dwarves are filling black gunpowder into a fist-sized stone hole that has been dug out.

Whenever a thunderous sound is heard, it means that a large gap has been torn into a solid stone mountain.

It's a pity that the identity of the gray dwarves is not welcome in the surface world, and their reputation is not very good.

Although Allen has been searching for this race skilled in forging all these years, the world now has only added a dozen uneven gray dwarf subordinates to the Manduri couple.

Fortunately, among these gray dwarves, there are also a few females who can combine with the males among them to form a breeding partner.

Up to now, 5-6 gray dwarf children have been newly added.

With the addition of new tribesmen, plus Allen's designation of Manduri to lead this group of new compatriots, Manduri's loyalty to the Green Field Tribe has increased a lot.

Now, when gnomes go to Manduri to learn forging, he will also teach the other party some simple forging knowledge, no longer cherishing his own broom and completely not giving the tribesmen in the village a chance to learn forging skills like before.

If viewed from a macro perspective, the speed at which this team of dozens of goblins and dwarves excavates mountain stones every day is almost as slow as a turtle crawling.

Looking down from the sky, the narrow horizontal surface of at least 300 miles of continuous foothills, extending forward at this speed, will really make people discouraged.

But Allen doesn't care at all.

Every step forward is actually a step towards success.

At the same time, these guys in the tribe can also get training from it.

Why not try something that achieves several goals at once?

When one day passed like this, a group of goblins swallowed a large pile of food in a hurry, then fell asleep, not caring that the place they were in was an open-air area without any cover, and even too lazy to walk a few steps to the simple houses built of stone bricks not far away.

The guys who fell to the east and west slept without any image.

After a while, the heavy snoring rose and fell, but even the loudest snoring couldn't wake up this group of rough men at this time.

Allen patrolled the team and didn't care whether they went into the stone house to rest or not.

Anyway, they were all thick-skinned and rough-fleshed, and it didn't matter if they were frozen a little at night.

But the two guys who were picked out and severely punished on the stone pillars were still unconscious now, and Allen was a little worried that he had been too heavy-handed.

After summoning Linus and the others to treat the two unlucky fellows who had been taken down from the stone pillars, Allen estimated the time. If he went back now, he would arrive just in time for the village's cooking competition tomorrow.

“I'm leaving the task of supervising these two days to you. If you dare to go easy on these brats, then you can go quarrying in their place!”

Allen called Linus over and gave him a stern order, his eyes revealing a hint of terror, reminding Linus of the hardships he had suffered under Allen's command in his early years. He was so frightened that he shuddered and quickly replied, “Yes, Chieftain!”

Allen, who soared through the air, arrived at his stone fortress in less than two magic hours. Even now, he still wasn't quite used to the presence of another person when he slept. Therefore, he didn't bother to return to his bed and simply plunged into the shrinking and shallowing Green Lake to take a bath and pass the time with closed-eye meditation.

When the sky brightened, Allen also recovered from his meditation, his energy and physical strength restored to their peak. A brand new day had begun.

The plaza temporarily constructed with magic for the last wedding was not restored to its original appearance as farmland because of the cooking competition Allen later proposed. Instead, some time and effort were spent building stoves on the stone material transformed by magic.

At this time, under the reflection of the morning sun, the Green Lake Village residents got up one after another and began to arrange the venue in the square outside the village. Various ingredients and seasonings were sent to the nearby built-up sheds and chilled with ice water.

From the figures of the villagers this morning, one could see some of the current problems in the tribe. The villagers who truly got up early to work were mostly kobolds and humans, with also a small number of earth giants. As for the bear goblins who formed the tribe's leadership, even the lower-status female bear goblins, Allen couldn't see many.

Hearing that the village was going to hold some kind of cooking competition, Pavao, Dasha, and others stationed at important strongholds such as Rapid Current Bay and Auro Mine returned one after another. Even Mauro, who had difficulty moving, rode a snow-white, tall, and sturdy warhorse and returned to the village two days earlier.

The daily life in the wilderness was too dull, and the old leaders who were stationed at the power points within the village's radiation range naturally couldn't easily leave their strongholds to travel outside. Therefore, whenever there was something lively happening in the village, the old fellows in the village always had to join in and be happy.

With the rise of the new forces in the village, the status of the older generation like Dasha and Pavao was somewhat awkward. In terms of strength, they were among the top in the tribe. Although their bodies had begun to decline, their rich combat experience meant that they still had a great chance of winning even against the younger generation of powerhouses.

However, their knowledge and energy could no longer keep up with the development needs of the tribe. Whether it was knowledge reserves, or the formed cognition and personality, or even ambition, they were far behind the young goblins of the new generation.

Therefore, instead of letting these old guys become the tribe's constraints, it would be better to just follow the tasks that Flower Snake had arranged for them before, and have Allen send them all to the surrounding strongholds to retire.

When another batch of new forces grows up in another ten years or so, those in the previous batch of leaders who are not capable enough will naturally have to make way for the new forces. Then it will be time for Mauro, Dasha, and those guys to retire, and for those in Chloe's generation who are not capable enough to take over.

“Chieftain, when did you come back?”

Everyone knew that Allen had taken the seeds cultivated by the tribe to the mountains in the west for training. However, at the cooking competition that was about to begin, Shi Sheng, Dasha, and others were somewhat surprised to find that Allen had arrived at the venue before them to inspect the preparations.

“I came back last night.”

Allen had actually been in the venue for more than a magic hour before Shi Sheng and the other high-level members appeared. Therefore, Allen's face was somewhat unhappy at this time, and he turned his head and reprimanded Shi Sheng in a somewhat stiff voice: “Shi Sheng, as the village chief, you must take the lead when the village is handling major events. Otherwise, how will you convince the public in the future?”

“Teacher, I was wrong!”

Shi Sheng was somewhat ashamed and immediately lowered his head to admit his mistake. His attitude made Allen very gratified, so after giving him a few more pointers, he didn't say anything more.

“You will be in charge of hosting the opening and holding of the competition later!”

“Oh, okay.”

Allen has gradually let go of many things in the tribe, which has reduced the things he really needs to worry about and given him more time to improve himself and think about the future development of the tribe. Although this cooking competition is only the first time, Shi Sheng is not without experience. The tribe's martial arts competition, which is held every two years, is now organized by Shi Sheng and his people.

When the sun rose to the middle of the sky and the time came to nearly noon, the entire Green Lake Village had finally arrived. As Shi Sheng, with his rough voice, used the Speaker Amplification Technique scroll to announce the competition rules, competition groupings, rewards, and other things, when the gongs and drums sounded, the first team of goblins participating in the competition, wearing gray and white aprons and small hats, began their performance in a decent manner.

Ta-ta-ta-ta… The rhythmic chopping sounds of the cleaver colliding with the cutting board converged into a dull roar.

Ding-ding-dang-dang… The collision between the iron pot and the spatula sparked a long symphony.

There was also the crisp sound of bowls and dishes clashing, the shouts of the goblin chefs from time to time, and the shouts of relatives cheering for them, bringing laughter to Green Lake Village.

The winner will receive thousands of pounds of Dawn Wheat, several exquisite silks, and a vegetable garden that does not need to pay any taxes to the tribe… Tempting benefits are always the best magic weapon to drive people's hearts. Even Allen himself did not expect that after these reward messages were revealed, the entire village's residents enthusiastically participated.

Unlike the tribe's martial arts competition every two years, although everyone is equally clear that the winner's rewards are generous, the strength limit makes many people very self-aware and only dare to be cheering spectators, and dare not challenge those strong and powerful compatriots.

The prepared delicacies are judged by dozens of the tribe's most sensitive noses and tongues, as well as foodies from the Oak Leaf Church who live in the village, and representatives appointed from among Eric and others. The initial selection, re-election, and final winning 5 people are conducted through collective scoring.

Because of the large number of participants, the village spent more than half a month just preparing the ingredients. For this reason, Allen also took out the dimensional bag that Old Man Phillip gave him from the tribe's public property and handed it over to Shi Sheng to specially keep these ingredients, ensuring that the ingredients can get the best protection in the dimensional bag and there will be no water loss, deterioration, and other problems.

The space in the dimensional bag is a vacuum and constant temperature environment. Putting the ingredients and ice cubes together and sealing them in, they can basically maintain the ice cubes without melting and the ingredients still frozen when they are taken out after half a month.

Also because there are so many participants, the village simply takes a few days off from work during the competition, allowing everyone to watch the contestants make food together, and by the way, after the selection is completed, everyone can also enjoy a gluttonous feast, without wasting food, killing several birds with one stone.

Frying, deep-frying, stir-frying, boiling, stewing, roasting… The 'Allen' cuisine series has developed to the present and has a total of 6 cuisine systems that are gradually distinguished according to different cooking methods.

At this time, the contestants in the venue chose the methods they were best at according to their past wailings. Because the competition requires the contestants to make dishes that are not new dishes already in the tribe, Allen found when he was inspecting that many of the dishes made by the residents did have a lot of new ideas, although he didn't know what the taste was like.

Even he himself was a little surprised. It turned out that the people in the tribe had already made so many innovations on the basis of their own research and development of dishes. If you look at the color, aroma, and taste, there are actually many things to learn from, and even Allen was greatly inspired.

If he had known, he should have held this cooking competition earlier. Perhaps the tribe's cooking teaching could have many new and delicious dishes.

Thinking of this, Allen was also full of confidence in this competition. Presumably, after the competition is over, there will be several special dishes added to the tribe's menu.