Green Monster Epic

"What a pity! I didn't expect these bumpkins from the Mansha Wilderness to have some brains after all!!"

In Bonn City, Hozier Federation, several scantily clad, charming drow females savored newly brewed grape wine, holding crystal glasses in their hands, while listening to the latest intelligence reported by the drow intelligence leader below.

The intelligence concerned the assassination that occurred in the three wilderness tribes of the Kator Mountains, and the subsequent peace talks. If Allen and the others could see the detailed content of this intelligence, they would probably be very surprised, because this intelligence even knew the final agreement terms reached by the three tribes clearly. It was evident how many spies the drow had placed among the three tribes.

"I told you, that strong hobgoblin leader is no ordinary native. He's quite shrewd!!"

Dark Saintess Aishley, who had led a team to meet Allen once, said with a dazed look in her eyes.

"If only I could spend a night with him, that would be wonderful. I believe his skills in bed must be excellent."

"Hmph, you slut, stop daydreaming like that in broad daylight!!"

Legendary Matron Deborah on the other side said sarcastically, "According to our previous bet, if the three wilderness tribes of the Kator Mountains don't engage in large-scale infighting, then we will maintain our truce agreement with them!"

"Alright, I don't mind."

Matron Lillian replied lazily, taking a small sip from her crystal glass, her delicate red lips stained with a hint of bright red wine.

"I'm fine with whatever you guys decide to do with this matter!"

The Hozier Federation, composed of three drow city-states that migrated to the surface world, actually had their own agendas, and their attitudes towards the wilderness tribes and the current situation were also different. As the vast majority of members in the city-states successively migrated to the surface world, the three matrons and saintesses had been constantly engaged in intrigue.

From the surface perspective, the Asiasai city-state, led by Dark Saintess Aishley, tended to continue expanding the Federation's territory, especially the Kator Canyon, this natural chasm. They believed it was necessary to control it in their hands in order to guard against the powerful Mansha Alliance in the south, and at the same time, leave a way out for their group of drow who had abandoned the underground life and were enemies of the Elven Kingdom.

The more moderate faction was the Seribus city-state, led by Matron Deborah. It was rare to gain a foothold in the surface world. The expectation of countless years had achieved the first step. The territory they currently occupied was already sufficient for the lives and reproduction of their three city-states' million residents. Deborah didn't want to continue the endless infighting that had occurred underground.

In addition, the Spider Queen Rose, whom they believed in and relied on, was currently in a passionate relationship with the God of Nature, O'Hai. There were already signs of an alliance between the two. Deborah naturally wanted to express her loyalty to Rose through her actions.

As for the remaining Matron Lillian of Gangong city-state, she seemed to have no opinion of her own and always followed others' actions lazily. But in fact, the most insidious one was this seemingly harmless drow matron. It was Matron Lillian who first launched an attack on the Corima city-state, which had lost Matron Mavis's leadership, and swallowed the largest piece of the Corima city-state's pie.

Lillian was like a man-eating spider, spreading a huge web unnoticed, waiting for someone to step into her web, then she would extend her fangs from the darkness and inject her prey with deadly venom, and then devour her prey.

The leaders of the three city-states seemed to have formed a huge federation, but in reality, they couldn't even be like the native tribes of the wilderness. At least the native tribes could unite against foreign enemies under the leadership of the natural divine system when facing powerful invaders, while the three drow city-states in front of them could only be wary of each other, carefully unfolding their actions.

"Alright, a bet is a bet."

Aishley shook the wine glass in her hand and said regretfully, "Then let's leave those guys alone for now."

"Then I'll send someone to tell the guys at Nasir Fortress to restrain themselves a bit. Recently, the trolls and gnolls have been quite sensitive. Many of the guys we've recruited have been caught by them."

Seeing that the three parties had reached an agreement, Deborah slowly got up and walked outside.

"They're just ants, why bother caring about their lives? As long as you give enough benefits, there are plenty of guys like that."

Aishley looked greedily at Deborah's graceful back and licked her moist lips.

"What, want to find someone to have fun with? Why bother looking for Deborah? She doesn't understand the pleasure of lesbian love. Why don't I accompany you?"

Lillian, with a plump figure and a bosom that was almost breaking free from her clothes, hooked her hand on Aishley's jaw and said charmingly.

"...Forget it, I'm not interested in you."

Aishley's eyes showed vigilance, she felt like she slapped Lillian's slender hand away, got up and also chased after Deborah's back and left.

"Heh, doesn't understand romance!"

Lillian's eyes were still dazed, but in the depths of her amber pupils, a chill was brewing, and it was unknown what kind of idea this matron was having.

In the lush forest of the Deadwood Forest, Leska, a large settlement, is the sacred place of the Amansha lizardmen. Countless lizardmen settle here, and the castle of Shifinki, the leader of the Amansha tribe, is also located here.

Recently, the lizardmen in the Leska area felt a little strange. The army of their tribe began to gather in the jungle and began to rectify and train, seemingly with signs of going to war. But everyone couldn't figure out who their enemy would be. The surrounding situation didn't seem to have anything that could threaten the existence of their tribe, so everyone was talking about it in private.

In the castle belonging to the chief of the settlement, there was actually a guest who had been here for many days, that was Elder Janrei from the Argang tribe, who was now sitting in the guest seat of the reception hall, facing the commander Jerong.

"Heh heh, it seems that we won't be able to take advantage of this time. Our brave hobgoblin plain actually agreed to reconcile with those two old guys, Yareel and Maggot Eye!!"

Naturally, the owner of the castle, the high-ranking legendary shaman chief Shifinki, was high up in the hall, and said with regret at this time.

"Since they can't fight, you can take your warriors back and report to your leader."

"Yes."

Janrei responded respectfully.

The last time Allen caused the great change in the Northern Territory, because the several member tribes were not too psychologically prepared, they only got some leftovers in this great change, which made the leaders of several tribes feel somewhat unwilling. Now, once again, a great change, the moment it happened, the adjacent major tribes took action, among which the two lizardmen tribes that had always advanced and retreated together took the greatest action.

One day after the castle's maze lock of Nasir Fortress was opened, the Amansha and Argang tribes had already begun to mobilize their tribal forces and began to gather.

It's a pity that all the wishful thinking was done, and the target they coveted actually stopped!!

Who among the typical wilderness chieftain would act like Alan, who just a few days ago was nearly assassinated by trolls and gnolls, almost losing his life, and now is able to sit down together amicably and reconcile?

This completely exceeded everyone's expectations and thwarted the plans of the Amansha and Argon brothers.

"It seems that in the future, we'll need to interact more with that bear goblin."

As Janrui left under Jerron's invitation, only the lizardman Sfenqi remained in the room. He leaned back in the large chair, stroking the smooth scales on his jaw, and muttered to himself.

Mansha South City, in the most core area of the magnificent temple, in the study of Pope Felix, several faces, some familiar and some unfamiliar to Alan, were gathered together.

"...I knew it. Ever since that incident where the bear goblin rose to prominence, the balance in the north has been broken."

"We should have given that audacious bear goblin a severe punishment, to make him aware of his mistake and to serve as a warning to other tribal leaders around him. In the face of the current crisis, we shouldn't let these guys run wild. If the drow occupy the two fortresses in the Cator Mountains, then the drow can drive south."

Leo Becky, a legendary high-ranking priest, slammed the table with a fiery look in his eyes, expressing his opinion.

"Alright, hasn't the situation been brought under control?"

Noding, as the de facto authority in attendance, second only to the Pope, glanced at Leo and suppressed the other's agitated emotions.

"Which tribal leader who has risen to his current position doesn't have real skills? Wouldn't they know the dangers of unrest?"

"The disputes and conflicts of the wilderness natives should be resolved by themselves. We, as the power of the temple, must maintain our position and minimize our influence in secular events. This has always been our Lord's philosophy."

"Your Holiness, I heard that the Church of Nature has recently become warm with the drow again. I prefer to express our concern and greetings to Alan, the bear goblin leader of the Greenwood tribe."

Noding's goodwill towards Alan had not diminished because of Alan's previous assassination of Beryl. The only thing that displeased him was that Alan had actually led the ceasefire agreement with the northern drow.

Although Noding was also clear that a ceasefire with the drow should be an inevitable trend in the north. With the Snow Mages and Raven Claw tribes, which were the main forces of the counterattack, suffering heavy losses in successive wars and urgently needing to recuperate, the war with the drow would inevitably enter a low ebb.

"What are your opinions?"

Pope Felix, with a kind face, wearing a golden robe, and a crown exuding a strong magical aura on his head, did not express his own opinion, but turned to ask the other high-level officials present who had not spoken.

"Bartolo, you are the person in charge of the north, please speak first."

"Your Holiness, in fact, I think it is more important to win over the bear goblin leader Alan at present. Now, he has not only reconciled with the other two tribes, but also taken advantage of this reconciliation to complete the unity of the trolls and gnolls. Then, for the balance of the northern border in the future, his attitude will have a more important position."

"I agree with Lord Noding's..."

The Church of Nature, the Mansha Council, the same scene was also happening, but the protagonists were different. Alan never thought that what happened between their three tribes would attract so much attention.

However, Alan at this time probably had no mood to care about other people's gazes. After his physical injuries no longer affected his actions, Alan had already walked out of the closed-door arena to greet a visitor from his western neighbor.

After Alan came out of seclusion, Chloe was sent back to Green Lake Town. As another key development point of the tribe, Alan did not allow any mistakes there.

"Welcome, my friend."

Alan, as if he had recovered completely, wore a bright smile on his face and strode forward to greet Theodore, the dark-skinned warden of Corima Village, warmly.

"Chief Alan, how have you been?"

Theodore came this time to give Alan a reply to the invitation he had sent before, and he happened to seize the upcoming time point. In a few days, the Thorn Ring's routine meeting will be held again, and because of the assassination that just happened, it is very likely that other legendary powerhouses will come to show their goodwill to Alan, just like Theodore in front of him.

Strength is always the basis for peaceful coexistence between tribes. When Alan single-handedly dealt with the attacks of five legendary figures, and was able to save his life in a closed space sealed by a magic lock, this was enough to make other legendary powerhouses around him feel awe.

With the strength Alan has shown, I am afraid that among the legendary powerhouses below demigod, he is already among the top few. With this strength as support, coupled with the fact that Alan is only over a hundred years old and still has plenty of time to pursue the path of finding a demigod, everyone is not a fool, and naturally knows that it is best to befriend him and establish a good relationship with him before Alan becomes a demigod, which can lay a certain foundation for the future division of power between each other.

Even if Alan may not be able to break through to demigod in the end, with his current strength, he will have a detached and independent position among the six major tribal powerhouses in the Northern Border, forcing other powerhouses to give more respect and awe to Alan's tribe.

This is the help that a legendary powerhouse, as a deterrent force, brings to the tribe; and the tribe will also form a win-win situation by collecting precious resources and providing various inheritance crystals to help the legendary powerhouse avoid many unnecessary daily troubles.

Of course, Alan himself has so far been more of a selfless dedication to the tribe, and has rarely received feedback from the tribe.

"I came this time to ask Chief Alan to help introduce us, to see if my Corima Village has the opportunity to join the Thorn Ring family."

The two walked side by side, and Theodore took the initiative to state his intention. In fact, Alan had already guessed his intention.

"Of course, besides that, I also heard that Chief Alan has opened several academies in Green Lake Town. I wonder if the villagers in our village have the opportunity to study in the academy?"

"You are most welcome. When the academy officially enrolls students, Warden Theodore, you can rest assured and let your elves report to our academy."

Alan responded frankly, with a continuous smile on his face. Obviously, the other party's gesture of goodwill happened to be exactly what Alan wanted.

This time I'm really stuck, because I'm very clear that when the protagonist reaches his current position, he will be more involved in high-level power struggles and intrigues, and there will be fewer fights on the front lines like before.

If the protagonist still fights like before after reaching his current position, I myself would feel it's too fake.

So, I have to think carefully about the big picture, how to write a chapter that fits the protagonist's status.