Green Monster Epic

Chapter 481: Corim Village

Ted, the first Warden of Corim Village, was personally building his own living quarters.

As a branch of the elves, although most drow are cruel and bloodthirsty, their appreciation and pursuit of art are not much different from those of true elves.

Even in the dark underground world, the drow's high-level matriarchs and high priests always create magnificent palaces and residences full of exquisite artistic atmosphere.

Ted and his group of Corim City-State rebels, who inherited the drow bloodline and are now renamed Dark Elves, still did not forget their pursuit of art after arriving at the barren and desolate Pebble Beach, and began to artificially carve their simple village.

It is hard to imagine that a group of spellcasters would use their precious magical spells and divine spell slots every day to interfere with the surrounding plants, allowing clusters of rose and monthly rose vines to weave into complex patterns and attach to their stone buildings.

Each stone building is also carved with exquisite patterns, including fish, insects, birds, and auspicious clouds, which immediately add countless colorful colors to the simple and unadorned stone bricks and tiles.

Ted was no exception. Although he was a male creature, his deeply ingrained artistic cells made him a master of stone carving, and one of the most skilled stone carving masters among these dark elves.

A lifelike black dragon appeared on the porch under the constant carving of Ted's carving knife. The two open wings formed an arch, which immediately filled the monotonous porch with a majestic atmosphere.

"My lord, a guest is visiting."

Just as Ted was happily admiring his masterpiece, a dark elf warrior walked over and reported to him.

"A guest?"

Ted was somewhat surprised.

The dark elves were new here. Apart from having some connections with the major churches of the Oak Camp, the other wild natives were actually somewhat repelled by them.

Under such circumstances, how could anyone think of visiting their village?

"The hobgoblin chieftain of the Greenwild Tribe."

"Is it him? What is he doing here?"

Ted was even more surprised by Allen's visit.

Allen, the hobgoblin leader, was very hostile to Ted and the other dark elves settling in the Greenwild Plains.

The last time he went to the banquet, although he did not suffer much embarrassment from Allen, the other party did not give him a good look either, and seemed very indifferent.

Even the settlement of his village was carefully selected, surrounded by the Greenwild Tribe's eyes and ears and strongholds.

To the west is the Rapid Bay stronghold. Although the population of the Greenwild Tribe stationed there is not too large, it is still much larger than their remnant.

To the south is a gnoll tribe named Ivan. They have the smallest population, but as a monitoring stronghold, it is enough to guard against any southward movement of the dark elves.

As for the southwest and east, they are the two major strongholds of the Greenwild Tribe, which Ted and his elves cannot afford to provoke.

Only the gullies and mountains interlaced in the north can leave a little room for survival for Ted and his elves.

But not to mention the complex environment in these mountains, the fact that they might encounter drow after crossing the mountains has already made Ted and his people need to carefully develop the northern mountainous area.

Sandwiched in the middle, it is obviously unrealistic for Corim Village to develop and grow, so Ted has been preparing to lead his compatriots south after a period of rest here.

However, after attending Allen's night banquet last time, Nordin, the leader of the Oak Church, suddenly told him that if they were willing, they could settle in Pebble Beach for a long time, which caused a little disagreement among Ted's remnants.

Although Ted was elected as the first Warden of the village and had great power, after all, they were all devout believers of the Dark Maiden. When it comes to prestige among the clansmen, Lydia, the legendary pastor and evangelist of the Maiden in the world, is probably more important than Ted.

During the clan rebellion, most of the children were taken away. These children's bodies were not mature, and the long journey was a great burden for them. After crossing the Tagan Desert and resting here, hundreds of young elves suffered a serious illness, and even two children died.

Therefore, unless it is really necessary, Lydia does not want the elven children in front of her to be damaged again, at least not to have a long and arduous journey when their physique is more advanced.

Allen had been observing outside Corim Village for several days, and had a certain understanding of the other party's movements. From the other party's actions in managing the village, he could roughly guess the other party's attitude.

Originally, he didn't plan to visit these dark elves, but now, as Allen had chosen his future goal, he felt it was necessary to ease the relationship between them.

"You're managing it well, Warden Ted."

Allen looked at the dark elves' village up close and commented with great interest.

The architectural style of the elves is different from the architectural style of the wilderness. They pay more attention to the carving and decoration of details, and even the growth of each flower and grass is exquisite.

Although the village now looks a little simple, the general plan has been revealed, and there are indeed things worth learning from Allen.

"How can we compare to your Green Lake Town? Chieftain Allen is laughing at our village's simplicity."

Never before have they been able to do what they want freely, without having to fight with others, and without worrying about exposing their identities. Ted and the others are already very satisfied with living in Pebble Beach.

Therefore, after deciding to stay and live for a period of time, these dark elves who yearned for the light naturally put their full joy into the construction of the village and the management of their huts, and the feelings contained in them cannot be explained to outsiders.

At this time, hearing Allen's praise, although he didn't know if it was sincere, it also made a smile appear on the corner of Ted's mouth.

"No, being able to manage the village like this in such a short period of time is really good."

"… …"

"Chieftain Allen, do you have anything to do with this visit?"

After a few words of greeting, Ted brought the topic back and asked Allen's intention.

"Oh, I'm just going back to Green Lake Town and stopping by to see how the children in the clan are learning with you."

Allen smiled slightly.

"By the way, where is Ms. Lydia?"

"She went to the mountains to the north to look for her favorite plants. I don't think she will go far. Chieftain Allen, do you want to see her?"

Allen's strength had already been fully revealed at the night banquet some time ago. Before he could figure out Allen's true intentions, Ted had to treat him with caution.

"Oh, I just wanted to say hello to her."

"Are the children in my clan being naughty in the village?"

Allen changed the subject and suddenly asked about the first batch of goblin children who came to study.

According to the previous agreement with Ted and the others, both sides would exchange a hundred young people each year to learn each other's traditions and knowledge in their respective towns. Soon after the agreement was reached, Alan had already selected outstanding gnome students and sent them to Gravel Beach to study.

"They are all excellent and obedient children. Chief Alan, your tribe's future is bright!"

"Not at all, still not as good as the children you sent to Green Lake. They learn things really fast!"

No one dislikes mutual flattery. The smiles on their faces became more and more enthusiastic. While communicating, under Ted's guidance, Alan also saw the group of lively and lovely young gnomes in the Church of the Dark Maiden.

"Grandpa Chief!!"

"Chief..."

Unknowingly, Alan had become an old man of the grandfather generation. Although his appearance was still that of a mature middle-aged man, no one among these gnome youths from Green Lake Town would be deceived by his mature face.

Young people always have fewer concerns. When they saw Alan pushing the door and walking in, they immediately turned their little heads towards Alan, no longer listening to the dark elf elder's lecture. After the teacher announced the end of the class at Ted's prompting, a group of gnomes swarmed over, surrounding Alan and chattering.

"Grandpa Chief, are you here to take us home?"

"Grandpa, I miss home..."

Alan stroked the young heads of varying heights, his face filled with a kind smile. He really couldn't put on any airs in front of these children.

"Miss home? Did anyone cry?"

As life in the tribe got better and better, and communication with the outside world gradually increased, the environment in Green Lake Town was actually not much different from the civilized world. Affected by this, the new generation of young gnomes no longer had the taciturn and dull personalities of their parents, and they also lacked the experience of working hard and struggling for life. Now, being sent to Gravel Beach, hundreds of miles away, to study for a period of time made them all seem to have suffered a lot.

Alan didn't know whether this change was good or bad. He had also wanted to change this atmosphere, but after seeing the happy expressions on the children's faces, he finally compromised.

"No..."

"You're lying!! I saw you secretly hiding in your blanket and crying..."

"I didn't!!"

"..."

Alan's words immediately caused a burst of arguing among the gnomes. Looking at the cute little guys, he also relaxed a lot.

The dark elves were very attentive to their promises, and specially assigned several instructors to give separate classes to the gnomes. Although it was not yet known what the specific teaching content was, this attitude alone was very sincere during Alan's impromptu visit.

After comforting the group of gnomes, Alan simply suggested taking a stroll around the newly built village. Ted couldn't refuse and could only accompany him.

On the way, graceful dark elf females or handsome and tall males greeted Alan and Ted from time to time, and Ted responded to each of them. Alan secretly observed that these dark elves really had a lot of differences from the other drow he had seen.

For example, although the dark elf females still wore gorgeous clothes, and many of their garments were revealing, there was less frivolousness and charm in their eyes; and their aura had also changed a lot. The former gloom and silence were gradually dispelled by cheerful smiles, and their attitude was more amiable.

"If you have any needs here, you can report them to Green Lake Town. Since we promised to let you live here permanently, feel free to ask for anything we can help you with."

During the casual conversation, Alan's sudden words surprised Ted again, but under his handsome face, his expression didn't fluctuate at all.

"This place is indeed isolated, and it's difficult to even get basic living supplies, but since Chief Alan said so, then I won't be polite. I just don't know if your Green Lake Town can procure enough supplies?"

Ted asked tentatively.

"If Green Lake Town isn't enough, you can go to Moore Fortress. That's also our tribe's town now!!"

Alan casually offered a solution, but then he immediately thought of the problem with this solution.

"Oh, I forgot, the journey between Moore Fortress and Gravel Beach is too far, and there's no trade route, so it's really troublesome to go there."

"Uh, what do you say, if we build a trade route together, connecting your Gravel Beach and Moore Fortress, would that be possible?"

"Ah?"

Ted's eyes were hesitant. Although Alan seemed to be just mentioning it casually, he couldn't help but have other thoughts when he heard it.

"That would naturally be a good thing, but building such a trade route would probably require a lot of investment! And it wouldn't be a short amount of time!"

"Chief Alan, are you sure you want to build such a trade route?"

"Why not?"

Alan asked back.

"I don't plan to give up the territory of Greenwild Plain!"

The meaningful words made Ted's expression slightly stagnant, but in an instant, he restrained himself and smiled: "Chief Alan has a long-term vision, no wonder he can create the world he has today!!"

"It will be even better!!"

Alan said with full fighting spirit and confidence.

"What do you think? Interested in building a trade route together?"

"If the trade route is built, then it will be easier to procure supplies and communicate with the outside world in the future."

"This..."

Ted looked embarrassed, as if he had some unspeakable difficulties.

"Our small village has just been roughly built, and the population is only a few thousand, where can we spare any manpower!!"

"It's okay, as long as you are willing to participate!!"

Alan patted Ted's shoulder with his large hand, completely unable to see that the relationship between the two parties was not very harmonious before.

"Anyway, building a trade route is not something that can be completed in a short time, right?"

"You guys should build your village first, and then when you have free time, send a group of people to start building eastward from your village."

"Ah... I want to discuss it with Lydia, can I?"

"No problem!"

Since the dark elves were going to settle here permanently, Alan couldn't push them too hard for the sake of the Oakleaf Church. Now, the matter of building a trade route had actually been decided in Alan's heart. Whether Ted and his group agreed or not, it wouldn't change the result.

But if he didn't greet the other party first, the dark elves' inherently suspicious nature might cause some trouble, so Alan simply pretended to invite them to participate in order to tell them about this matter.

Of course, if they could really participate, it would speed up the construction progress to some extent.