Green Monster Epic

Chapter 433: Contact

Nearly a year after the end of the counterattack battle at Nasir Fortress, the fighting north of the Kator Mountains was no longer so intense.

Arbad led the warriors of the Green Field Tribe in a long period of training, using the less intense battlefield to hone the tribe's army in actual combat, while also improving many errors and drawbacks. As a strong individual sitting in the upper echelons, Allen didn't dare to be careless. Although he didn't need to constantly monitor the tribe's army training and casualties, he had to keep an eye on the overall situation and the task arrangements for the tribe's warriors, and he absolutely couldn't allow others to treat his tribesmen as cannon fodder.

After several battles, the two thousand warriors who had set out with him had finally developed some of the aura of a seasoned army under the baptism of the battlefield. They advanced and retreated in an orderly manner during marches and battles. Coupled with the uniform armor and equipment crafted for them by the tribe, the distance between them and the warrior teams of other tribes made Allen feel quite gratified.

Of course, the price of the tribe's warriors' training was that the number of their dispatched soldiers dropped directly from two thousand to just over 1,500. The more than 400 casualties among the tribesmen also caused Allen to feel heartache.

After all, the enemies they faced were the drow, who had been constantly fighting since childhood in the underground world. Whether in terms of individual quality or legion battles, they were not something that these country bumpkins in the northern wilderness could completely resist.

In the past, if four or five hundred tribesmen were killed or injured at once, Allen would probably have ordered Arbad and the others to quickly hide in the fortress. But now that the tribe was on the right track and the number of tribesmen had greatly increased, this loss was not unacceptable.

So now, the thousand-man team left behind in the tribe and the team fighting on the battlefield took turns going to the front line to train the army in battlefield battles again and again. Finally, with a slightly advantageous force, they were able to fight back and forth with the drow legions that came out to patrol.

Allen also had other gains. When large tribes such as Ajinaga and Snowmi continuously annexed the small and medium-sized tribe refugees imprisoned in the deep canyon like lambs to be slaughtered, he also closely followed in the footsteps of guys like Beryl, using intimidation, enticement, and other means to select members willing to join the tribe from the cannon fodder of the goblin settlements that survived several major battles.

"Come, come, come! As long as you are willing to join our Green Field Tribe, there will be delicious food and drinks every day!"

"Take a bite, come on, take a bite!"

"You little bastard, if you dare to steal something again, I'll chop off your claws!"

"… …"

Allen stood on the shady city wall of Nasir Fortress, overlooking the deep canyon. His sharp eyes had a panoramic view of the canyon's situation under the dim light.

After the tribe's goblin warriors who had withdrawn from the front line to recuperate put down their weapons, they transformed into cooks. All kinds of makeshift barbecue grills and iron pot stoves were scattered along the edge of the canyon. The raging bonfire reflected the busy figures of the goblins, and the faint aroma of food and seasonings tickled the stomachs of the various natives.

With the attendants and servants of the temple supervising, the actions of several major tribes to annex the exiled tribes in the canyon were mostly afraid of using force, so their actions were still considered gentle. Of course, in the dark corners that these surveillance eyes could not see, there would inevitably be various cruel and fierce methods to deal with those who were unruly.

At this time, the advantages of the Green Field Tribe were fully demonstrated. Under Allen's guidance, those tribesmen who were disabled or injured in the battlefield used the rudimentary cooking skills they had learned in the town to win over the hearts of the group of distraught and uneasy exiled natives. It was really a sharp weapon.

For the natives who wanted to join the tribe, the tribe welcomed everyone. With the continuous expansion of the Auro Mine and the West Border Quarry, the demand for labor was also increasing day by day.

Within hundreds of miles around the Green Field Plain, except for tribes like the Ivan Gnolls, which had already surrendered and were stationed around the periphery of the plain as defensive forces, it was basically difficult to see the existence of other unfamiliar natives. Naturally, it was impossible to have cheap labor for them to conquer and enslave.

Every day, natives were incorporated into the Green Field Tribe. Gnolls, trolls, and even the useless dwarf goblin race were properly settled by Dennis, the dwarf goblin druid leader, as long as they were willing to join the Green Field Tribe. Among them, there were many cunning people who wanted to take the opportunity to escape from this completely sealed canyon area and often fled to the Kator Mountains when the supervision was not strict. However, even so, the number of wilderness natives that the tribe had incorporated in the past six months was really not small.

More than 5,000 natives of various races were continuously sent back to the Green Field Plain, and then diverted to mines, quarries, and other places to settle down. The bigger advantage was still taken by large tribes such as Snowmi and Ajinaga.

The tens of thousands of native tribes confined in a canyon not only sacrificed tens of thousands of strong males as cannon fodder during the war, but after the war, most of them could not escape the fate of being annexed. In the end, the natives who were fortunate enough to rely on the temple's help to evacuate the Kator Canyon were no more than two or three thousand at most.

Even now, there are still more than 10,000 old, weak, women, and children, as well as sporadic stubborn elements, confined in the canyon. Although the priests of the temple are constantly putting pressure on the leaders present, Beryl, Maggot Eye, and other cold-blooded guys are always finding various reasons to shirk their responsibilities, insisting on eating this piece of scraps with not much meat in their mouths.

Allen was completely happy to see this happen. The current Green Field Tribe has him and Eric, two legends, sitting in charge. In addition, the tribe has almost the same number of mid-to-high-level war professionals as large tribes. The tribe's position in the northern wilderness has become increasingly strong. Although it has not yet reached the influence of alliance members such as Snowmi and Ajinaga, it is not far away.

The biggest factor hindering the Green Field Tribe from further progress now is the threshold of 100,000 people to become a large tribe. As long as this condition can be met, the Green Field Tribe will be able to move towards becoming the 114th member of the Wilderness Alliance.

Therefore, when other tribes were tearing and biting the flesh and blood of the exiled tribes in the wilderness, Allen was already able to get a share of the pie, which is why there is now a scene in the canyon where a group of goblin races are waving hot barbecues and fragrant snacks.

Allen's eyes were a little erratic, as if he was immersed in some kind of reverie. However, as something in his mental perception gradually approached within a hundred meters of the city wall where he was, Allen's eagle eyes regained their sternness. He glanced sideways slightly, and after seeing the face of the person who came, his eyes softened, and at the same time, his figure straightened up and bowed to the person: "Your Excellency Kirill."

"Allen, your attitude is very good, you know how to pay attention to the suffering of the weak at the bottom."

The demigod assassin of the Ranger Church, the strongest existence in this fortress, 'Shadowless Cold Light' Kirill nodded slightly, looking at Allen with approving eyes.

"… …"

Allen responded to the other party's praise with silence. These days, only his tribesmen would bring some tempting food into the canyon to win people's hearts. The other tribal leaders were determined to starve these guys for a few days, and when they ran out of food, it would be easier to bring these guys under their command.

Perhaps Kirill regarded Allen's tribesmen's use of food to impress people as Allen's instructions to people to help the natives, so he had these words of praise.

"Do you have time? Tonight I'm organizing a small gathering, inviting several other tribal leaders from the plain. Everyone can sit down and have a good exchange of feelings."

Kirill saw that Allen didn't speak, and didn't take it seriously. Then he whispered an invitation, which made Allen a little stunned, and then he readily agreed.

"Okay, Your Excellency, you tell me a place, I will definitely go there tonight."

This chapter is filled with water. I haven't written a book for a long time, and I have forgotten the previous content. I have to find the feeling.