Green Monster Epic

Following a brief silence, Batuluo delivered a stern and sarcastic refusal, not backing down in the slightest.

"I, on behalf of my Lord, thank Bishop Philimon and your church for the decision you have made. However, even in slumber, my Lord's wilderness followers under His divine grace will never tolerate infringement!!"

"The Ajina Jia tribe are loyal followers of my Lord, and their interests must never be deprived by outsiders for any reason!!"

"… …"

Batuluo spoke with righteous indignation, his words filled with unwavering determination to protect the interests of the Ajina Jia tribe, as if the Oak Church was truly only concerned with safeguarding the interests of its loyal believers, never mentioning their own interests within the two fortresses.

Bilai'er's eyes were deep and thoughtful. Having finally provoked Batuluo to reveal his clear support for his tribe, how could he not know when to stop? He immediately echoed Batuluo's sentiments.

"Chief Yariel, your tribe is short on supplies. Instead of finding a way to solve the problem yourselves, you want to use the interests of other tribes to fill your own gaps. Doesn't that seem a bit unreasonable?"

"If your tribe doesn't have the ability, don't force yourselves to do things you can't. Otherwise, if there's another large-scale war, won't your warriors starve to death?"

"… …"

Since the other party had already become so shameless, Bilai'er had nothing to worry about. His words became more尖acidic and刻薄harsh, sounding particularly grating to Yariel's ears.

"You!!!"

Batuluo's attitude actually determined Philimon's next move. Since they both belonged to the Temple of Nature, they certainly couldn't easily tear apart their relationship. Therefore, after testing the other party's will, Philimon's tone became more peaceful.

"Alright, since Bishop Batuluo and Clan Chief Bilai'er both have strong opinions on this matter, but the formation of an army is indeed very important, why don't you all take a step back, how about that?"

"Chief Yariel responded to the call of the temple and the alliance council, forming an army of 20,000 that is ready to go to war at any time. Then Clan Chief Bilai'er, your tribe can't be without some contribution, right? After all, you are part of the wilderness. You have to contribute some strength, right? How about your tribe send another 5,000 warriors to train with Chief Yariel's army, and then the Ajina Jia tribe will be responsible for the logistics of this army."

"If a war really breaks out, the military merits and spoils of war gained by this army on the battlefield will be divided equally between your two tribes, so it won't be considered…"

"… …"

The following conversation became even more intense, and even Allen and Zorf had to express their opinions under the eye signals of Bilai'er and Batuluo. Of course, as allies, Allen's opinions would inevitably be more inclined towards Bilai'er, but to say that they would completely support the other party was not necessarily the case.

Apart from Allen, because of his close relationship with the Oak Church, his attitude would be consistent with Batuluo. The remaining few old foxes had already been calculated by Bilai'er once, so naturally it was impossible for them to be used by the other party too much. They were only saying nice things for Bilai'er verbally, and didn't even have a slightly tougher tone.

Both sides were existences they couldn't afford to offend. Zorf and the others couldn't offend either side for the sake of a small group that had just been established. Just sitting in the meeting place was already their greatest support for Bilai'er.

However, even if it was only superficial verbal support, it had already achieved Bilai'er's purpose, and filled Yariel's previous plans with variables.

"Everything else is fake, why don't our two tribes fight a battle to decide the distribution, how about that?"

"Hehehe, aren't you clearly bullying my tribe for not having as many strong people as your tribe? You're really shameless!!"

The dagger was revealed, and in the end, it still depended on the strength of the two tribes. However, it was obvious that Bilai'er was guarding against this move, and immediately refused with a contemptuous look.

"We don't compete with the strong, we compete with the high-level peak warriors under our command. Each tribe sends ten warriors to fight, one-on-one or team battles are fine, to determine the final result of our two tribes, how about that?"

Yariel was actually uncomfortable in his heart. If Zhan Rui, Zorf and other powerhouses were not present, then he might still choose a duel between powerhouses.

Earlier, he had already included Allen, the legendary who had joined the Ajina Jia tribe, so the number of legendary powerhouses in the Ajina Jia tribe was exactly the same as that of the Snow Mibu tribe, but if you really calculate the overall strength, the Snow Mibu tribe, which has one high-level and two middle-level powerhouses, can be said to completely crush the Ajina Jia tribe.

However, now that there were a few variables such as Zorf and Zhan Rui, Yariel felt somewhat uneasy in his heart, so in the end, he decided to start the backup plan, and let the outstanding warriors in the tribe decide the ownership of the benefits of this meeting.

Bilai'er was moved. In terms of the strength of the legendary or above powerhouses, their tribe might not be as good as Snow Mi, but he would never believe that the other party could have a stronger next generation than the elite warriors carefully cultivated by his tribe.

Gritting his teeth, Bilai'er made a decision on the spot after a struggle. The small group that had just been established could not let the other party see his weakness!!

After this incident, his relationship with the Oak Church would no longer be as close as before. Next, if the Ajina Jia tribe wanted to protect themselves, they would have to rely on the small group he formed by paying the tribe's interests. If he seemed too weak at this time, then Zhan Rui, Zorf and the others would definitely think that the Ajina Jia tribe was not strong enough, and then stand up to compete for the leadership of the small team, which was also a matter of course.

"Okay, if my tribe wins the final victory, then as the initiator of this dispute, your Snow Mi tribe's interests in my tribe's two fortresses will be directly halved!!"

"… … If my tribe wins, then the tax revenue of the two fortresses will be increased by another 15% on the original basis!!!!!"

"Impossible, at most 10%!!!!!"

"Okay!!!!"

Allen watched with great interest, constantly thinking about the psychological changes of the people in front of him. As the party that was being wooed, he was in a very relaxed mood at this time. Except for the fact that Bilai'er and Batuluo had signaled him to speak for the other party before, he was now a pure onlooker, watching the various methods of the wilderness high-level.

The next thing was simple. In order to select suitable warriors and suitable tactics, Bilai'er postponed the competition date to three days later. This did not cause any controversy, after all, they were the hosts, and they had to have this convenience.

Allen took a learning and exchange attitude, and just took this time to communicate and exchange with Zhan Rui, Zorf and others. Everyone has now formed a small group under the drive of interests. If he can use this as a springboard to add a few more points to the future tribe's joining the alliance, that would be good.

Obviously, the ogre chieftain Nicole's idea was also the same as Allen's. The two of them enthusiastically approached the two lizardmen and one kobold, constantly chatting.

During this period, Bilai'er, who should have been preparing for the duel, still came to Allen and Nicole every night to greet them warmly, and apologized to them with deep apology for using Allen and others to scare Yariel and his party. At the same time, in order to stabilize everyone's emotions, Bilai'er also transported the 10% of the income that he had promised before directly to the contact point they had chosen in Namuer Fortress in the form of physical objects.

50,000 gold coins were packed together in a dozen huge ironwood boxes and piled up in the cellar of the contact point. This was one year's income from Nasir Fortress. Everything else was false, only real gold and silver were the most real things. With this seemingly small amount of funds, the cohesion of the 'Ring of Thorns' small team was even stronger.

Tens of thousands of gold coins are naturally nothing in the eyes of several legendary figures now, but don't forget, this is 10% of the annual income of Nasir Fortress. From the day everyone formed an alliance, everyone will be able to get at least so much money every year, which seems to be a very cost-effective thing.

Of course, this also indirectly verified a fact, that is, the background of the Ajina Jia tribe is far more powerful than they show.

While everyone was feeling uncertain, Allen himself also had several visitors. There was Bartolo, the Northern Bishop of the Oak Church, whom he had never met but had heard of, Philemon, the Northern High Priest of the Nature Church, and Yareli, the chieftain of the Snow-Mage Tribe, with whom he had already interacted a few times.

Although the purposes of these people were not obvious, Allen could vaguely feel the various underlying meanings behind each exchange. Bartolo was there to consolidate their already good relationship, while Philemon and Yareli completely wanted to win Allen over, to get him to join the Nature Church and return to the embrace of the Snow-Mage Tribe.

Allen had never imagined that one day he would be so sought after, with so many important figures taking a fancy to him and coming to win him over.

Of course, Allen was very self-aware. He knew very well that these people had not only visited him but had also gone to the rooms of other strong individuals, chatting with them for a long time. Although he didn't know the specific content of their conversations, Allen believed that it shouldn't be too different from what they had discussed with him.

Moreover, although the other party revealed various kinds of goodwill, they didn't really offer many tangible benefits, at least not enough to move Allen. In comparison, Beryl, in order to form a small group, took the initiative to give the team 10% of the profits. Just this generous gesture alone had already made Allen make his own choices.

Then, on the third day, a contest between the warriors of the two tribes began in the military camp square of Moyle Fortress.

The ten warriors from the Agina-ga Tribe consisted of five bear goblins, three earth goblins, and two dwarf goblins. Judging by their attire, almost all of the bear goblins in this team were berserkers with extremely strong explosive power, while one of the three earth goblins was actually a paladin wearing an oak leaf badge. As for the remaining two dwarf goblins, they were high-level spellcasters cultivated by the Agina-ga Tribe.

On the other side, the troll team of ten had three rangers, carrying several spears on their backs, as well as a shaman priest. The remaining warriors, judging by their attire and weapons, seemed to be ordinary combat professionals.

Allen looked at the twenty warriors in the square with interest, anticipating the wonderful battle they would present next. Nicol, who was beside him, leaned over, equally interested as Allen. Because the strength gap between Allen and Nicol's tribes was not large, and they both had the same goals, they had been chatting happily and congenially for the past two days, exchanging a lot of experience.

On the other side, Janre, Jerome, and the others were lightly cheering, betting on the outcome of this battle with each other, without any intention of worrying about Beryl.

"Weapons have no eyes, life and death are determined by fate. This is a fair and just duel. After the battle, you must not use this as an excuse to seek revenge on the other party!"

Rarely, a battle duel between ordinary warriors was actually hosted by Philemon, the Northern High Priest of the Nature Church. Wearing a grass-green priest's robe, Philemon, hovering in the air above the square, slowly raised a scepter in his hand, and a ray of divine magic directly soared up, taking away the dazzling light of the sun in the sky. When the last ray of divine magic dissipated, the twenty warriors of the two tribes unhesitatingly launched their attacks.

Swish, swish, swish!

Several javelins were directly thrown out by the troll warriors, and then easily blocked by the bear goblin warriors, who were in the front, wielding heavy weapons. Behind the bear goblin warriors, the earth goblin paladin and the two dwarf goblin spellcasters began to pray, chant, and construct spell models.

Several enhancement spells were cast on the companions. The bear goblin and earth goblin warriors, who were already strong, instantly became more robust, bringing with them greater strength and explosive power.

At the same time, the troll shaman priest suddenly took out several totems made of bones and somber wood, and after placing them on the ground, just like the domain experts of humans, they covered their companions with several enhancement magic effects.

The goblin warriors, launching a swarm charge, relied on their strength and the effects of the enhancement spells to directly crash into the enemy's formation. On the ground, vines suddenly surged up, entangling the ankles of the goblin warriors, trying to slow their pace and delay their movements…

Allen frowned slightly. Compared to the battlefield battles he had experienced, the battle between the twenty warriors in front of him was more like a battle among adventurers.

This is not to say that the battle between adventurers is not dangerous enough, but in Allen's opinion, the duel between the two tribes should at least send out two elite warriors to fight in the manner of an army battle, so that it can better demonstrate the strength of a tribe.

Various powerful and magical spell scrolls in the field were thrown away by the warriors of both sides as if they were free, and various divine arts and spells were also applied to their teammates and enemies one by one on the magic weapons of the spellcasters.

Casualties had already appeared in the square. A troll, caught off guard, was approached by a bear goblin warrior. The Fury skill was directly activated, and with the enhancement spells on his body, an axe was directly劈劈 down on the spot. Any blocking, protective spells, and tools in front of him could not stop the heavy and sharp double-edged battle axe in the hands of the bear goblin berserker. The target in front of him was directly split into two pieces from the shoulder by the bear goblin warrior.

The death of a companion did not bring much psychological disturbance to the troll warriors. They still waved the weapons in their hands resolutely, their eyes cold and ruthless.

More and more warriors fell, and the battle became more and more cruel. For example, now, an earth goblin sword dancer was shot through a thigh by a javelin shot by a troll ranger, and even the solid leg bone under the thigh flesh was directly broken into two pieces.

Without a thigh, the earth goblin was almost useless to the sword dancer who relied on speed to fight the enemy. He only saw a cold light flash in his eyes, and he squatted and bounced hard on his only remaining left leg. Then, he crashed directly into a troll warrior in front of him like a cannonball.

The heavy studded hammer in the warrior's hand did not hesitate at all, and it hit the earth goblin's chest, who was rushing forward without making any defensive movements. After a muffled bang, the earth goblin's entire chest dented inward on the spot, and at the same time, he spurted out a stream of dark green blood from his mouth, covering the troll's cheeks.

Although the forward pounce was interrupted by the studded hammer, the earth goblin held his breath, grabbed the hammer handle of the studded hammer that had not had time to be retracted with his right hand, and with the strength of the other party's weapon recovery, an arm took advantage of the situation to hug the other party's body, restricting the opponent's movements with his own flesh.

The compatriot behind him seized the opportunity that his teammate had exchanged for his life, and the heavy greatsword in his hand did not hesitate at all. Following his companion's back, he directly thrust forward, and the two bodies were directly pierced through by the long greatsword.

At this time, the earth goblin sword dancer swallowed his last breath and fell contentedly on the greatsword of his companion.

The bear goblin was about to take back the greatsword and take advantage of the situation to make up for the seriously injured troll's vitals, but he didn't expect that the other party's will was equally firm. The whole person, along with the earth goblin's body, was sent into the bear goblin's arms. The greatsword made a hissing sound on the troll's armor and flesh. Before the bear goblin could let go of the sword, the troll's long arm had already grabbed the bear goblin's hands holding the greatsword, entangled the bear goblin to death, until he saw the bear goblin's head being directly pierced by a javelin and crushed into rotten tofu.

In just over an hour, twenty high-level peak warriors fell one by one in front of Allen and the others. Even the three powerful and precious spellcasters in Allen's eyes were strangled by their opponents at all costs at the very beginning.

When a warrior used the price of cutting a deep wound on his stomach, flowing out layers of broken intestines in his stomach, and falling on the ground, and pierced the eyes of his last opponent with a sword, and then propped the long sword with both hands and nailed it to the dirty square, Philemon, as the host, was casting a divine magic to heal the last victor and began to make a loud cry.

"I announce that the final winner is…"