Green Monster Epic

Chapter 465: Cleansing

Among the masses, the vast majority are conformists, lacking true independent thinking.

Allen couldn't recall where he'd heard this saying from some wise man, and he'd been skeptical before, but now it seemed like a profound truth.

At least, in the ignorant and backward wilderness, this saying proved remarkably effective in practice.

By simply establishing a relatively credible target, Allen easily shifted the Aginaga tribe's rage in Namur Fortress onto the drow in the northern city of Bonn.

"Now that Chieftain Byleir has passed away, and Elder Manolan has gone south to Mansa City, the Aginaga tribe cannot be without a strong leader to oversee things."

Soon after the tribe's emotions had calmed down, Allen convened a meeting with the core leaders of the Aginaga tribe to discuss the next steps.

At the same time, the 'involved parties,' the legendary figures, were also present, ostensibly to help the Aginaga tribe overcome their difficulties, but in reality, to support Allen.

"My partner, Lena, is also a fourth-generation direct descendant of Chieftain Byleir. From this perspective, I, Allen Witte, can be considered a member of the Aginaga tribe. Furthermore, given the close alliance between my Greenwood tribe and the Aginaga tribe, I have a responsibility to step forward at this time and temporarily assume the chieftain's duties, helping my compatriots and allies escape the current predicament."

"Once Elder Manolan returns from Mansa City, I will also return the chieftain's authority to Elder Manolan. What do you think?"

Allen exuded a strong aura of power, coupled with the pressure of a legend, causing the Aginaga tribe leaders below to remain silent, exchanging glances but hesitating to speak.

"Chieftain Allen, the Aginaga tribe is very grateful for your help, but our two tribes are different, and you don't seem to be qualified to temporarily lead our tribe as chieftain."

Finally, a tough earth goblin leader stood up, stubbornly puffing out his chest, and voiced a different opinion to Allen. The speaker was Marvin House, a commander from Chieftain Byleir's lineage and the most trusted junior of Chieftain Byleir during his lifetime.

"Moreover, you, as one of the involved parties in the death of our tribe's Chieftain Byleir, are still under suspicion. At this time, your proposal to temporarily take over as our tribe's chieftain is, in my opinion, inappropriate."

"Is that so?"

Allen's eyes flashed with a sharp glint as he swept his gaze across the dozen or so goblin commanders and supervisors.

"Do others also think so?"

"I also think it's not good for Chieftain Allen to do this. Our tribe has never had such an arrangement..."

Bang!! Bang!!!

Two figures crashed directly into the wall, then collapsed limply onto the shattered wood and rubble.

Swish! Swish!!

Allen lightly waved his arms, as if he had done something insignificant.

"Now, should there be no one objecting, right?"

"Then, it's settled!!"

"I announce that from today onwards, the Aginaga tribe enters a state of war. All adult male goblins, as well as female goblins above level 6, must be prepared to set off for the northern city of Bonn at any time."

"Did you hear that??"

"Yes~~"

"Understood~~"

After a long silence, someone finally responded to Allen's arrangement in a hushed voice, but judging by their expressions, they were probably just saying one thing and thinking another.

After everyone else had dispersed, the legendary figures sat together. At this time, Maggot Eye and Ariel, who had been like statues, finally spoke.

"We have done what we promised you. Now, Chieftain Allen, it's time for you to fulfill your promises."

Ariel's expression was calm, and Maggot Eye's gaze was sharp, but both were staring at Allen, waiting for his response.

"I, Allen, have always kept my word, and I will definitely fulfill the promises I make. But as you can see, I haven't completely controlled the Aginaga tribe yet. Please give me some time."

Allen smiled slightly and shrugged helplessly.

"When I have completely taken control of the Aginaga tribe, that will be the time when I fulfill my promises to everyone."

"Moreover, when I made suggestions and promises to everyone in the first place, I also said that even if our plan succeeds in the end, I will need some time to clean up the aftermath, didn't I?"

"Then you have to give us a rough timeframe, right?"

Maggot Eye questioned fiercely.

"Two months, at most two months."

Allen was full of confidence and made a guarantee.

"Moreover, three days later, I will send a goblin army north to join your two tribes' allied forces and sound the horn for a counterattack on the Northern Territory."

"How about it? Isn't this arrangement enough to show my sincerity?"

"Hmph, don't boast in front of us. Look at the expressions on those goblins' faces just now. They may not necessarily listen to you."

Ariel was noncommittal, but he also knew that if Allen wasn't given some time to control the situation, then he really wouldn't have the ability to fulfill his promises.

Ariel and Maggot Eye said goodbye and left, not staying in Namur Fortress for long. And just after they left, Allen also had a brief meeting with Eric and Nicol.

"I'm really sorry, Nicol, I'll need your help next."

Nicol and Allen were very close, having been friends for decades. This had a lot to do with their shared experience as leaders of rising tribes. It was precisely because of this experience that they had more to talk about and understood each other's difficulties better.

In addition, the geographical distance between their two tribes was far, and there was no external conflict of interest. Therefore, in the Thorns Ring group, the representatives of their two families would often band together.

Of course, Allen's invitation to Nicol to provide assistance this time naturally came with many benefits, such as formally forming an alliance with Nicol's Wildheart tribe, and each tribe sending a certain number of young warriors to each other's tribes to learn and live every year, opening up the inheritance and knowledge of each other's tribes, and the future benefits of the North and South fortresses of the Kator Grand Canyon, and so on...

"Do we still need to say these things between us?"

Whether it was for profit or friendship, Nicol would not ignore Allen's request and simply patted his chest.

"I would like to ask the two of you to rush to Nasir Fortress to maintain the situation there."

Allen smiled gratefully, then began to speak about his thoughts seriously.

"When you arrive at Nasir Fortress, someone from my tribe will report to you, and then you will control those important leaders in Nasir Fortress according to the names they report."

"At the same time, you also have to be careful of those two tribes to the north. They probably won't be so well-behaved."

"After I stabilize the situation here in Namur Fortress, I will go to Nasir Fortress to join you in at most half a month."

"Okay, leave it to us!!"

Nicol laughed heartily and solemnly agreed.

His own tribe and Allen's tribe could now be considered in the same boat, facing similar predicaments all along. Now, seeing the other tribe potentially making a qualitative leap due to this incident, it might greatly help the future development of the Waste Heart Tribe.

Not to mention the benefits his own tribe was about to reap after Allen's actions, which he couldn't afford to give up.

As for Eric, he had already been dragged onto Allen's pirate ship, unable to stop, and could only help him move step by step towards the predetermined goal.

As the legendary figures left one after another, the undercurrents beneath Fort Muir gradually began to surge.

"Make a list of the stubborn guys in the fort, and also list the relatives of those two guys, Byleir and Mano, and give it to me."

In Allen's temporary residence, a hobgoblin assassin emerged from the shadow plane, standing respectfully in front of Allen, listening to his instructions. The face revealed when the hobgoblin looked up was none other than Luke, who had previously bribed and threatened the gnome mage leader, Kase.

"The list is already prepared."

Luke took out a thin ledger from his arms and handed it over.

"Report any movements below immediately, and keep your eyes peeled!!"

"Yes!!"

Luke bowed slightly, and seeing Allen waving him away, he quickly asked another question.

"Chieftain, also... how should we deal with those guys?"

"Do I need to tell you about this kind of thing?"

Allen glared, and his fierce aura immediately made Luke tremble.

"Yes, I know what to do!"

Luke shuddered, then immediately lowered his head, understanding what he should do, and quickly slipped out of Allen's room.

Soon, a bloody aura rose from every corner of Fort Muir, and countless corpses disappeared into the fort's sewers, some old, some young, some entire families, and some alone.

Countless snakes, insects, and rats ushered in a feast, and in the fierce competition for food, occasionally one or two mutilated corpses revealed their dilapidated and gray faces from the dirty sewers, among which was the face of the gnome mage, Kase.

At the same time, other ghostly figures shuttled through the fort, then disappeared into the dark alleys.

"What did you say?? Elder Mano disappeared in the Oss Gorge?"

When the hobgoblin messenger, late as he was, returned to the tribe with important information, he suddenly discovered that Chief Byleir, who was the backbone of the tribe, had died. He could only hand over this important information to the most trusted descendant of Chief Byleir.

At this time, in the hobgoblin manager Nelson's secret room, several gnome leaders of varying heights were gathered together with heavy expressions, listening to the report from the messenger who had rushed from Mansa City.

"There's a conspiracy here, it must be related to that bugbear from the Green Field Tribe!!!"

"No, we have to find a way to request support from the Mansa Council!!"

"And the Church of Nature, we must ask the strong members of the church to uphold justice!!"

The several hobgoblins and gnomes present were all high-level members flowing with the blood of the two legendary figures of the Aginaga Tribe, managing the tribe's material warehouses and elite warriors. They had been shocked by the news of Chief Byleir's death, but now they had come to their senses and realized the problem. They were gathered together to plan how they and the Aginaga Tribe would respond in the future.

But with the news brought back by the Mansa messenger, the last hope in everyone's hearts was completely dashed, and the unknown future made everyone present uneasy.

It wasn't that they didn't want to resist. If they could mobilize the tribe's elite warriors, even Allen, this legendary powerhouse, might not be unbeatable.

It was just that when the crowd was in an uproar, these few people had been hesitant. Even though they felt the conspiracy, they didn't dare to take action at the first moment to encourage everyone to resist Allen. Now that things were developing in another direction, the emotions in the tribe that had been stirred up by the death of Chief Byleir had long since disappeared with the easing of the past two days.

At this time, even if the managers and leaders present were determined to fight to the death, they could no longer ensure that the tribe's people would be of one mind with them.

After a fierce discussion, after removing the useless suggestions, the group finally reached a consensus, which was to contact close and reliable tribesmen in the tribe, while reporting the tribe's crisis to powerful forces outside that might provide support.

In any case, the geographical location of the Aginaga Tribe was there, and no force would not be tempted.

Boom!!!

The ground suddenly began to tremble violently, and the faces of Nelson and his group in the secret room suddenly became a little ugly and nervous. The previously noisy environment also gradually became silent with the trembling of the ground.

Boom!! Boom!!!

The tremors became larger and more frequent, and as the solid granite stone on the top of the secret room gradually cracked, the figures in the secret room each took out their weapons and staffs, and continued to cast blessing spells and spell scrolls on themselves in nervous emotions, and constantly swallowed bitter potions.

Bang!!

The ceiling finally couldn't hold on, and as the sky was filled with dust and rubble pouring down into the secret room, a weak gnome manager was killed on the spot by the rubble that was like cannonballs.

Nelson and the other companions each used their means to survive the rubble and dust in a mess. Before they could breathe a sigh of relief, a burly figure appeared in front of them.

"Chieftain Allen, you want to..."

Nelson's face was horrified. After seeing the figure that suddenly appeared in front of him, he was about to shout a question loudly.

But he didn't notice that Allen's strong killing intent would not give the people in front of him any chance to survive. Before Nelson could finish his words, Bone Cleaver had already been slashed out without hesitation.

"Ah!!"

Puff!! Puff puff!

Dong dong!! Dong dong!!

This was a one-sided massacre. Facing a mid-level legendary powerhouse with full firepower, Nelson and his group, whose highest was only a level 15 high-level peak warrior, could not pose any threat to Allen at all, nor could they escape the opponent's tyrannical and violent killing. In the end, they couldn't even leave a complete corpse.

Outside the secret room, teams of dozens of warriors roamed through the families of Nelson and the others, bringing a wave of blood and rain.

In the city, most people heard the screams and pleas for mercy brought by the massacre, but no one dared to stand up, but hid in their own houses, shivering and praying to the gods.