Green Monster Epic

Chapter 479: Uncertain Future

“It seems I still need to find some more manpower from the tribe!!”

Alan tapped the wooden table twice with his quill, making a decision.

Alan didn't plan to have the clansmen on the Green Field Plains migrate here; in fact, he even planned to send a portion of the population migrated from Nasir Fortress to settle in Green Lake Town and Rapid Current Bay.

The reason was simple and realistic: dividing Nasir Fortress meant dividing half of the Aginaga tribe's original livelihood.

If the remaining clansmen still relied on the fortress's income as before, Alan was sure that the future would be very difficult.

Although the reduced income wouldn't be enough to support the entire population, the tribe needed to develop and add more people in the future.

If they only relied on the income of this fortress, how would the tribe develop and grow!

In the past, because they occupied the blessed land of the Kator Canyon, the leaders and clansmen of the Aginaga tribe disdained the Kator Mountains, which required climbing mountains, wading through rivers, and enduring various risks to collect resources.

Only the poor, lower-class clansmen would risk collecting various magic medicinal herbs and hunting rare animal furs.

However, for Alan, who had gradually developed and grown the tribe to its current state, the immeasurable resources in the Kator Mountains were simply a treasure trove waiting to be developed!

The mountains stretched for thousands of miles, and countless branches grew various magic medicinal herbs, countless tameable rare birds and animals, and mutated magical beasts, each with considerable value.

If a wide commercial road could be built between Green Lake Town and Namur Fortress, then the Kator Mountains along the route could be developed, reducing the difficulty of many adventures.

When the risks and difficulties were reduced to a certain extent, the Aginaga, no, now they should be called the Green Field Tribe's goblins, could gain an additional channel to earn living supplies.

The most shocking scenes in Alan's dream were not the tall buildings that rose from the ground and soared into the clouds, but the wide, straight roads and the iron beasts speeding along the roads.

In managing the tribe, Alan, who had gradually found his own path, increasingly felt that convenient transportation was the key to developing the tribe.

As for the Green Field Plains, for the goblins who had been managing and developing it with Alan and his clansmen for decades, and who had lived there since childhood, its significance was not just the land that supported them, but more like a testament to their existence.

Stone, Flow Snake, Ah Xiao… countless familiar faces that often appeared in Alan's memory, their burial places were all on the shore of Green Lake.

Not to mention the countless fertile fields reclaimed along the Turbid Water Creek in the Green Field Plains, and the increasingly prosperous horse farms, these lands that greatly assisted the development of the tribe were also lacking in Namur Fortress.

Losing half of the canyon's income meant that the Aginaga tribe's previous development model needed to change.

They could no longer completely rely on purchasing supplies to obtain food and materials for the clansmen in the fortress, but should fill the gap in food and materials in a more comprehensive way.

“Should I give up the Mansha Mountain Stone Quarry?”

Dong, dong, dong…

Alan began to hesitate.

The excavation of the Mansha West Mountains had never stopped in the past few decades.

The dozens of miles long break had extended more than fifty miles into the depths of the foothills.

Although there was still nearly two hundred miles of depth to dig through the entire mountain range, if Alan really wanted to complete his vision, it would probably take centuries.

With the acquisition of Namur Fortress, it meant that the Green Field Tribe had two focuses: migrating to the commercial road in the Kator Mountains to the east, or continuing the plan from decades ago and still taking the Green Field Plains as the core of development?

Giving up the previous plan would mean that everything that had been excavated in the Mansha Mountains for decades would be in vain; continuing to insist on the Green Field Plains would mean that the tribe's front line would be very long, already exceeding a straight-line distance of one thousand miles.

It was not easy to balance development along such a long route.

The Green Field Tribe only had two legends, Alan and Eric, which meant that unless Alan and Eric were stationed in two places respectively, they could ensure the long-term safety of the tribe's two important towns.

Obviously, Eric, the human legend, had now joined the Green Field Tribe and had access to many of the tribe's high-level affairs.

However, what Alan was worried about was that the other party had another identity, which was as the first president of the Tandin Society.

Relatively speaking, Eric's interest in the power of the Green Field Tribe was definitely not as great as his interest in promoting the Tandin Society's ideals.

Moreover, Alan was also worried that after the other party mastered the power of one place, he would forcibly develop believers, just like other tribes who joined the banner of a certain god and would require their tribesmen to believe in the god together.

If things developed like that, it would not be a good thing for the Green Field Tribe, and it would also be a great threat to Alan's rule.

“Sigh…”

Alan sighed deeply, put down the quill, and gently rubbed his eyebrows and temples with both hands.

“If the children in the tribe could produce another legendary powerhouse, that would be great!!!”

Since Alan began to grow the Green Field Tribe, the goblin warriors in the tribe had successively inherited at least three generations, from Alan's generation of Flow Snake and Ah Xiao, to Alan's most promising generation of Cole, Bush, and Treeborn, as well as the subsequent second generation of Facado and Trick, and the latest generation of Albard, Luke, and others.

Counting carefully, there were at least over a thousand warriors in the tribe who had reached the peak of the high rank in recent years, but so many goblins with combat talent had not been able to find their own legendary path, let alone existences who had advanced to legend.

Among them, what Alan felt most regretful about was Cole, who had no news and whose life or death was unknown.

The little girl had a firm will, outstanding talent, and could persevere.

In Alan's opinion, she was the seed most likely to find her own legendary path.

However…

Alan, unable to make a decision, drew several circles overlapping the locations of Namur Fortress and Green Lake Town on the map.

Knock knock!

A crisp sound came from the ironwood door of the study.

“Come in.”

“Chieftain, High Priest Philimon wants to see you.”

The earth goblin Mickey pushed open the door and directly stated his intention.

Alan frowned, then waved his hand and said: “Tell him I'm not here!”

“... Yes.”

Alan knew the other party's intention very well, but thinking that the other party had notified the Drow to come without greeting him, and then the Drow's disturbance occurred, Alan felt it necessary to express his dissatisfaction to the other party.

After Mickey went out, Alan quickly wrote a letter and left the study, gently flipped out of the window behind the castle, and jumped out directly.

The city was waiting to be rebuilt, with various people flowing through it, and construction sites everywhere.

The re-planned urban area, as well as the resettled population migrated from Nasir, made the environment in the city seem a bit chaotic.

Alan, who had already changed into a hooded cloak at some point, put the felt hat on his head, and basically the goblins in the castle could not recognize him unless they happened to meet clansmen from Green Lake Town.

After passing through the south gate of the fortress, Alan began to climb along the foothills to the west.

After he could no longer see the fortress, he exerted force on his feet and soared into the sky, penetrating into the mountains.

Logically speaking, the fortress had just calmed down, and even if Alan entrusted everything to Facado and the others, Alan himself should be sitting in the fortress to respond to the previous riots.

However, Alan's mind was really confused now, and he really needed a quiet place to think carefully about the future path.

Fortunately, Philimon, the legendary high-level priest, was in the fortress.

Before Alan gave him a definite answer, he should not leave the fortress.

With him sitting there, presumably no one with no eyes would come to make trouble.

The wind in the sky was fierce, blowing Alan's sparse hair upside down.

Looking down at the earth, huge ravines and mountains were displayed in front of Alan, giving people a feeling of mastering the sky.

I'm embarrassed to post this chapter myself, but since it was written and it fits Alan's own settings, I still didn't want to give it up.

After all, after reading too many so-called decisive and intelligent protagonists, who can make accurate judgments on any decision, it is really a bit tiring.