Green Monster Epic

Chapter 521: New Scenery in Greenwild

Green Lake Town: When Allen and Figolas quietly appeared in the town, the preliminary preparations for the martial arts competition were already in place, and the entire town was densely packed with people.

The inns were overcrowded, and many of the wild natives who couldn't find accommodation simply ran to the wilderness to find a shady tree or cave to rest, which saved them some money. These small difficulties did not diminish the enthusiasm of the wild natives for enjoying themselves and watching the Green Lake Martial Arts Competition. Some neighboring tribes even came to Green Lake Town as a whole to join in the fun, without worrying that their villages would be destroyed by others.

In the Greenwild Plains, there had never been such a lively event. Coupled with the Greenwild Tribe's current open and inclusive attitude towards the outside world, the surrounding tribes no longer had to worry about being exterminated or enslaved, which made more wild natives around the Greenwild Plains willing to come to Green Lake Town to see the world.

Many natives around the Greenwild Plains had hardly left the area within a hundred miles of their own tribe since the day they were born, let alone go to relatively prosperous places such as the towns of other large tribes or even Mansa City to take a look.

Now that there was such a rare opportunity, everyone naturally wanted to join in the fun, to see how the warriors of the powerful tribes fought, and to see the powerful strength of those legendary high-level warriors and magical spellcasters.

This was also thanks to the establishment of several academies named after Allen. In order to expand the source of students and recruit outstanding talents, the Greenwild Tribe had sent people to places hundreds or even thousands of miles away to promote themselves over the years, unknowingly spreading the name of the Greenwild Tribe, which resulted in so many guests coming from afar.

Of course, Allen's cuisine also contributed to this. For decades, Allen's noodles had blossomed everywhere in the wilderness, and Allen's restaurants, which were opened in suitable locations, had made Allen's cuisine series a business card of the wilderness. Even among the human and elven noble classes who pursued pleasure, the behavior of hiring Allen cuisine inheritors gradually became popular.

This, in turn, provided better publicity for Allen's Culinary Academy. In the past two years, many students had traveled thousands of miles to Green Lake Town to study, just to learn a good cooking skill and use their graduation certificate from Allen's Culinary Academy to find a high-paying job in the elven and human kingdoms.

Under the chain reaction, the reputation of Green Lake Town became larger and larger, and Allen himself gradually became known to outsiders because of the name of Allen's cuisine.

With so many tourists coming to the town, the goblins of Green Lake Town would naturally not let go of the great opportunity to make money. They collected their family's reserves of grain, pickled vegetables, and so on, and set up small food stalls one by one. As the birthplace of cuisine, almost every family in the Greenwild Tribe had a goblin who was quite good at cooking and making noodles, so it was not too easy for them to make some snacks now.

However, in order to control the flow of people and avoid problems caused by the overly crowded and chaotic crowds in the town's living and office areas, Tric specially demarcated a large area in the martial arts competition area south of the town for the tribesmen to set up stalls and do business.

"How much does this thing cost?"

Figolas pulled Allen directly into the small market formed by countless stalls, picked up a steaming skewer from a small stall next to him, and asked about the unknown food, which was about the size of a golden pigeon egg on the wooden skewer.

"Two silver coins for two skewers."

The stall keeper was a female dwarf goblin, who was still making snacks in front of a stove built with earth and stone. Seeing the strange earth goblin asking the price, she simply gave the answer.

"Okay! Give me another skewer!"

"Ask this guy next to me to pay!!!"

Skillfully picking out another skewer of fried skewers from a small basket woven from rattan, she gestured at Allen with her thumb.

Allen was also stunned when he saw this, then shook his head helplessly and reached into the dimensional bag behind him, throwing out a shiny silver coin to the hardworking dwarf goblin female.

"Well, not bad, delicious. What is this food called?"

Figolas chewed constantly with his big mouth, making a crisp sound, and a satisfied expression appeared on his face.

"This is called the Golden Egg, the favorite snack of the children in our town, made from a mixture of flour and jam..."

The female dwarf goblin didn't mind the trouble and simply introduced it to Figolas, until Allen felt bored and dragged Figolas forward.

"Are you even going to save these few silver coins?"

Allen looked at Figolas with more and more snacks in his hand and couldn't help but complain.

"In the eyes of us dragons, every shiny thing is worth cherishing. Since you, the master, are here, why should I pay for it myself!!!"

Figolas replied with a justified tone, then opened his mouth wide, filled with the taste of fresh roast meat, unspeakably comfortable.

"..."

No one cared about the two inconspicuous goblins at this time. Allen's face was covered with half a bronze mask, and a cloak covered his obviously thin figure. Although he met many goblins who looked somewhat familiar, it was clear that the other party did not recognize him.

Although the scene was lively, it was well-organized. From time to time, teams of strong goblin warriors wearing almost identical heavy armor and holding sharp long weapons patrolled, and no one would be sick in the head to look for trouble.

The shouts, sales pitches, and bargaining sounds rose and fell one after another. Figolas only felt as if he had traveled to the world of human and elven civilization, without the slightest sign of the wild and barbaric wilderness.

In the distance, the temporarily built dueling arena rang with various sounds of metal clashing, accompanied by powerful shouts, and from time to time, the crowd erupted in bursts of cheers and jeers. The two sides dueling above were warriors sent by the vassal tribes of the Greenwild Tribe, who were engaged in fierce battles in advance for the 20 competition places, which was considered to warm up the Greenwild Grand Competition and also to pass the boring time of the tourists.

"Come, come, come, if you think the gnoll Rowan can win this game, the odds are 1:1.5, if you think the kobold Soron can win, the odds are 1:2.3, the last ten minutes, it's about to start!!!"

Allen and Figolas followed the crowd and soon came to the side of the martial arts competition arena. Looking around, there were blurred figures on dozens of dueling platforms. Some were fighting fiercely, while others were quickly cleaning up and tidying up the traces and blood left by the previous battlefield.

A dwarf goblin was holding up a wooden board under each dueling platform, on which were written the origins and names of the warriors of both sides who were about to start the battle, while shouting loudly. Behind the dwarf goblin, there was also a burly goblin warrior as a guard, his eyes coldly scanning the surrounding heads.

"This warrior, do you want to try a bet? Looking at your face, today should be your lucky day, you will definitely win!!!"

The dwarf goblin stepped on a heavy ironwood box. Seeing the gazes cast by Allen and Figolas, he immediately began to promote it with eloquent words.

"Hehehe! ! "

Figglas lightly nudged Alan forward with his shoulder, a look of anticipation on his face. Though pushed forward, Alan immediately waved his right hand, rejecting the offer without hesitation.

"Don't go, warrior! Even a silver coin will do! Come on!!"

Despite the goblin's desperate pleas, Alan plunged into the crowd, with a disappointed Figglas trailing behind.

As dusk settled and the day's duels concluded, the crowds slowly dispersed. However, even as they thinned, the market stalls remained bustling. Some wilderness natives even found vacant dueling platforms to lie down on, seemingly unconcerned with the harsh environment.

Alan and Figglas, on what amounted to a discreet inspection, finally made their way to the mountaintop castle at the town's center. After revealing their identities, Trick, along with several supervisors, quickly arrived at a trot.

"Chieftain, the opening preparations for the martial arts competition are complete and ready to commence at any time."

Trick wasted no time. Though somewhat curious about the nonchalant earth goblin at Alan's left, he disregarded him due to Alan's indifference and began reporting on the work in front of the stranger.

"The number of contestants registered for this competition has reached 25,145, exceeding the scale of all our previous events. The ratio of high, middle, and low-level participants is fairly even, with little difference."

"Apart from our own clan's participants, as per your instructions, most of the students enrolled in Alan's three academies are also participating. In addition, there are 1,227 foreign participants from surrounding vassal tribes."

"Furthermore, the dark elves from Corima Village in the northeast sent envoys to communicate with us, inquiring whether their villagers could participate. I have not responded directly, intending to await your arrival for instructions before replying to them."

"With the increased number of participants in this competition, do we need to adjust the reward structure...?"

A decade of recuperation had allowed the Green Field Tribe's goblin population to reach its peak once more. Although they had lost Nasir Fortress as a significant source of income, the revenue streams generated from developing the southern foothills of the Catoer Mountains allowed the Green Field Tribe's lower-level members to maintain a standard of living above mere sustenance, even better than their previous lives under the Ajina Tribe.

At least in terms of exploiting and oppressing lower-level members, due to Alan's style, the Green Field Tribe's upper echelons were relatively moderate and conservative, which significantly improved the living environment and quality of life for the lower-level goblins. This change in living environment and quality naturally led to changes in the goblins' reproduction, with a large number of goblin cubs born in the past decade or two, bringing a great influx of new blood to the tribe.

In the last population census of the Green Field Tribe two years ago, the total population was nearing the 300,000 mark, likely making it the most populous tribe among the major tribes in the Northern Border.

Although the individual strength of the cave goblins, the weakest among the wilderness natives, accounted for more than half of this massive population base, causing Alan some concern, their talents gradually began to emerge after being cultivated through a relatively good education system.

Although cave goblins are poor at fighting, they have a strong learning ability and understand innovation, giving them extremely high aptitude in many non-combat professions, such as accounting, alchemists, magical tool craftsmen, etc. As long as it doesn't focus too much on physical strength, they can quickly grasp and master it, and then begin to innovate independently.

Over 70% of the new dishes in the Green Field Tribe today were created by cave goblin chefs, which shows their capabilities.

However, this also meant that almost all management positions in the tribe that involved non-combat aspects were occupied by cave goblins, and there was a long-term trend of them controlling this lineage of goblins.

"Well, you guys come up with a new plan and bring it to me to take a look at."

Alan had great confidence in Trick. Fifteen years of experience as town chief meant that Trick no longer needed Alan's guidance and was already a very qualified tribal ruler. Unfortunately, with the passage of time, Trick, now in his fifties, was gradually declining in energy and physical strength. In the future, he would only be able to remain in the position of town chief for another decade or so before following in the footsteps of Shi Sheng.

Wrinkles had begun to appear on Trick's furry face at some point, and the lush hair on his head had also become sparse. Alan felt a little saddened that another generation of goblin children was aging, but seeing the three young goblins following behind Trick, some of the depression was dispelled by the light.

"We have already produced a draft plan, Chieftain. See if there are any areas that need to be changed."

Trick waved his hand, and a young bear goblin to his left rear quickly handed over a document to Trick.

Alan took the document from Trick and carefully read it. The various rewards on it were dazzling, and their value corresponded to good choices for warriors and spellcasters of all levels.

In the past, Alan would have felt a pang of heartache to take out so many resources at once to reward the tribe members, but now, looking at the dense array of items on the document, Alan didn't have the slightest emotional fluctuation.

"Well, let's do it this way."

Alan nodded in satisfaction, took out a magical seal from his dimensional pocket, lightly stamped a red mud seal on it, and returned it to Trick.

"As for the dark elves from Corima Village wanting to participate in the martial arts competition, send someone to tell them that we agree to their participation, but it's best to control the number. You guys discuss a suitable number yourselves."

"Okay."

Trick concentrated and remembered Alan's instructions, and then continued to ask: "For the official opening event of this martial arts competition, would you please host it, Chieftain? Nearly ten thousand natives have come from surrounding tribes, and there are many goblin adventurers who admire the Chieftain..."

Alan directly interrupted Trick, refusing without hesitation: "I believe in your ability to host the event, so I won't show my face. This is your glory."

Alan knew very well the effort and dedication that Trick had put into this matter. As a junior who could not live as long as himself, Alan still hoped that Trick could leave behind a beautiful memory during his tenure.

After retiring in the future, Trick might still have a long retirement period, and he could rely on these beautiful memories to still gain the respect of other tribe members in the end. And this respect was what these middle and high-level leaders, who had dedicated their lives to the tribe, deserved.