Green Monster Epic

“What a grand gesture, Chief Allen.”

The recent transaction made Allen the focal point of the opera house, attracting attention that naturally included dark and unpredictable gazes.

A deep and powerful voice slowly descended from above.

Allen looked up in response and saw a wrinkled, yet dignified, grayish-brown, ugly face, prompting Allen to respond with a serious expression; it was none other than the troll demigod, Yalen, one of the four pillars of the wilderness.

“Lord Yalen.”

“Could you enlighten me, Chief Allen, as to why you would pay such a price to exchange for these alchemy books that seem to contain nothing particularly extraordinary?”

Yalen nodded slightly.

Although he wasn't particularly familiar with Allen, he had met him a few times.

Moreover, as a rising star among the wilderness tribes, Allen's abilities had garnered the attention of many factions within the wilderness.

“This…”

Allen found it difficult to speak.

He certainly couldn't say that he had seen in his dreams far more shocking steel machines than those recorded in these alchemy books.

“You ugly mug, you always like to make things difficult for others.

Since someone is willing to pay such a high price, they must have their own plans.”

Another voice interjected, interrupting Allen's conversation with an impolite tone.

It was Briken, the gnoll demigod whose room was right next to Yalen's.

Among the powerful individuals present, he was probably the only one who dared to confront Yalen.

“Allen, kid, don't mind this guy.

He just likes to pry into the privacy of other tribes to seek personal gain for his own tribe!”

Briken stepped out of his room's window overlooking the stage, walked towards Allen, and patted him on the shoulder in a seemingly friendly manner, helping him out of the awkward situation.

“You old dog!!!”

Yalen gave a wry smile and didn't get angry at Briken for spreading rumors about him in public.

He didn't want the discord between two demigods to become the talk of the town in Mansa tomorrow.

At least on the surface, they, the wilderness, had to maintain a united front to the outside world, especially the top pillars.

“Actually, I'm just a little interested in these things.”

Briken's interjection finally gave Allen some breathing room to come up with a suitable reason.

“Among our goblin lineage, the less combat-capable low goblins make up the majority of the population.

However, in managing the Green Field Tribe over the years, I've discovered that low goblins also have their strengths, such as being dexterous and quick learners.

Therefore, I think they might have potential for development in alchemy.”

“Oh, is that so!”

Yalen's eyes flickered, and it was unclear whether he was convinced by this reason.

However, at least in front of Briken, he couldn't continue to press the issue.

“It seems there's a reason why the Green Field Tribe has developed to where it is today!!”

“Allen, ignore this lunatic!!”

Briken sneered and then pulled Allen aside to whisper.

“I heard that there's a legendary dragon lurking within your tribe's territory.

Is that true?”

“Uh…”

Another difficult question.

It seemed that information about the dragon was indeed a matter of great concern to many powerful individuals, even demigods were no exception.

“Lord Briken, I don't want to deceive you.

Figglas, that dragon, is now a friend of our tribe.

I can't answer any questions about him.

I can't betray my friend.”

Allen couldn't hide Figglas's existence, nor did he intend to.

However, he had to make a firm statement regarding his position.

“Figglas?”

“If I said I wanted to hunt this dragon, what would you do?”

Allen's attitude seemed to displease Briken, and his originally friendly face was replaced by a gloomy aura.

“Lord, I have no reason to stop your actions, but I don't want such a thing to happen on our Green Field Tribe's land.”

Allen's expression also turned unpleasant.

After all, he didn't want to oppose a demigod, but to betray Figglas was obviously impossible.

“If one day Figglas is chased and killed by you outside our tribe's territory, our tribe will definitely not interfere.”

“So, that dragon is still on your tribe's territory now?”

A glint flashed in Briken's eyes as he asked meaningfully.

“…”

Allen responded to Briken with silence.

Although the matter of Figglas helping Allen train his tribesmen at the West Mansa Quarry was remote and hidden, it was bound to escape the eyes of those who were interested.

Therefore, instead of deceiving the demigod in front of him with lies, it was better to respond with silence, at least to prevent the other party from feeling deceived.

“Hehe!”

Briken patted Allen on the shoulder mockingly, and his face suddenly brightened up again.

“You're quite the friend!

I like your character.”

“It's not a problem to protect this dragon's life, but I hope you can pass a message to that beast, telling it to hand over the Heart of Radiance it stole from the Thunder Kobolds, and then I'll spare its life.”

Allen's heart skipped a beat, and then he suddenly understood that the real culprit was still that treasure that Figglas had stolen.

The dragon race's heritage is long and continuous, and they have left behind countless secrets from ancient times, but that doesn't mean that there are no clues about these secrets in the Ferman World.

And the Heart of Radiance is related to the secret of the wilderness's predecessor.

Listening to Briken's words now, he probably knows something about it.

“Alright, Lord, I will bring this message back after the competition is over.

But I can't guarantee whether Figglas will still be on our tribe's territory at that time.”

Allen gave a serious and affirmative answer, while not forgetting to find a reason for himself in advance.

“After all, Figglas is not a member of our Green Field Tribe.

I have no right to restrain him, nor do I have the ability to control him.”

Briken looked at Allen with complicated eyes and then said casually, “If that beast is really not in your tribe and I can't get the message, I won't blame you, but I hope you still try your best to help me deliver it.”

“I will do my best, Lord!”

“By the way, let me remind you that the Kobolds of the Pale Night are also interested in this beast, after all, it stole the Heart of Radiance from a branch of the Kobolds back then.”

“You'd better not get too close to him, otherwise it might involve your tribe.”

“Thank you for the reminder, Lord.”

Allen's heart was filled with mixed feelings.

He didn't expect Figglas's matter to attract so much attention.

But he also couldn't give up on it.

The thing that even demigod-level powerhouses coveted at least verified Figglas's words from the side, which had a certain degree of credibility.

Regarding the clues to his future path forward, Allen had no reason to give up, nor could he give up.

Looking at the entire wilderness tribe with more than a hundred members and hundreds of legends, only a mere four or so demigod-level or higher powerhouses existed.

It can be seen that this watershed may not be less difficult than advancing from high-level to legend.

And the biggest problem standing in Allen's way was not others, but that he had no direction to move forward in.

At the beginning of his advancement to legend, he at least had the concept of a legendary path.

Although everyone had their own understanding and interpretation of this path, at least it had a direction, which was to analyze one's own choices and recognize one's own heart.

However, when it came to the threshold of demigod, not a single piece of information was circulated. Perhaps the various temples and church forces possessed knowledge in this area, as the major sects had never experienced a situation where demigod-level experts were cut off. In every era, at least on the surface, each sect had more than two demigod figures active.

Allen was well aware of the cruelty of reality. Whether it was various inheritance crystals, or knowledge of legendary paths and demigods, these were all tools used by the major sects with gods as their backers to influence the real world.

Since he didn't want to join the church forces and wanted to ensure the independence of himself and his tribe, then if he wanted to make progress and enter the world above demigod level, he had to seize every opportunity around him and never let it go.

The originally good mood was overshadowed after the conversation with Blicken. As the exchange neared its end, Allen left the opera house with a heavy heart.

However, as the time for the Grand Competition gradually approached, Allen also began to reorganize his emotions, suppressing these烦心 matters deep in his heart.

"Chief Allen, how are the preparations going?"

Outside Mansha City, Lizardman Chief Fendi, whom he encountered unexpectedly, greeted Allen enthusiastically. It was quite rare for him to personally lead a team to participate in the Grand Competition, just like Allen.

As a leader, he would generally rarely participate in overly risky events. Although the Alliance Grand Competition itself did not have too much risk, there had still been dozens of legendary experts who had fallen in the Mirage Plane in countless Grand Competitions.

"Just so-so, what else can I prepare!"

Allen smiled slightly and responded kindly.

"I really hope to be accompanied by Chief Allen when entering the plane this time."

As Fendi spoke, he threw something, which Allen caught. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a magic beacon. It seemed that Fendi really hoped to form an alliance with Allen.

"Hopefully."

Allen had no intention of going back on his promise, so he readily put the beacon into his pocket and handed it to Leo and the others after returning to the Green Field tribe's camp.

At the meeting of the Thorns Ring team, although everyone had expressed their opinions to each other, the only one who was truly willing to put things into action was the Lizardman leader in front of Allen. Without positioning and sensing tools like beacons, it would not be easy to meet in the Mirage Plane. There had to be a means of long-distance communication.

Allen was full of information about his tribesmen, and of course, he had absolute confidence in himself. Therefore, whether to form an alliance or not was dispensable to him and his tribe. After all, compared to the help brought by the alliance, Allen was more worried that his tribesmen, without his care, might be secretly plotted against by so-called allies.

Given the usual temperament of the group of guys in the Thorns Ring team, Allen never dared to have too high of expectations. Betrayal and alliance were as easy as drinking water in front of them.

Of course, wasn't Allen himself the same? Perhaps this was the sorrow and helplessness of the wilderness tribes!

The number of tents outside the city was increasing, and the teams from various tribes filled the inside and outside of the city. There were also those peddlers and merchant groups who seized every opportunity, spontaneously organizing small trading markets, hawking all kinds of supplies.

The Green Field tribe had a uniquely advantageous geographical environment, as well as Allen, this ambitious and talented leader. Therefore, starting more than a decade ago, the tribe had been preparing various strategic resources.

And there were many strange leaders in the wilderness. Not only did they not prepare many resources for their tribesmen, but they also made these participants pay out of their own pockets to collect various materials for combat. Especially the last twenty or so tribal members who were at the bottom of the list, who were already accustomed to lying flat, did not have the ambition like Allen to improve the status and interests of their tribe in the alliance.

In the eyes of these leaders, rather than investing limited resources in this hopeless Grand Competition, it would be better to keep these resources and砸 out a few seeds that might embark on the legendary path! Or perhaps, secretly hoard these resources into their own pockets and create a comfortable life for their descendants.

The leaders' inaction forced the participating warriors to spend their own money to find ways to purchase some life-saving things, so that when they encountered danger in the Mirage Plane, they could have more hope of survival. Being conscripted as a participant was something that could not be refused. Their lives were their own. If they didn't cherish them, the group of high-ranking leaders and headmen in the tribe wouldn't care.

There were also those warriors who thought that the tribe's preparations were not sufficient and who were wealthy themselves. For the sake of their own safety, or simply thinking of taking advantage of this good opportunity to change their equipment and find some valuable materials like trump cards.

This gave the peddlers and small merchant groups room to maneuver. Many merchants who had started preparing for this matter a few years ago, although they did not have the foundation and energy of large merchant groups, they also had their own vision and knowledge. The scrolls and potions accumulated over a long period of time were basically practical goods sought after by adventurers. At this time, even doubling or tripling the price was not a problem to sell.

The closer it got to the start of the Grand Competition, the more lively the trading place became. Almost every stall was surrounded by warriors of various races in the wilderness, selecting their favorite equipment and magic items. Even the warriors of the Green Field tribe were no exception. It was rare to have a day off under Allen's supervision, and the warriors of the tribe roamed freely between the stalls.

The Green Field tribe's benefits were not bad. As long as they were diligent and willing to endure hardship, goblins could always find well-paid jobs. Especially this group of elites selected through the Grand Competition, most of them had experience in adventuring outside. In addition to inheritance crystals and books, the tribe had never been harsh in requiring them to hand over other income from their adventures, and it had all become their own wealth.

"Everyone, get up!!!"

The leisurely holiday time always passed quickly. Early the next morning, a loud voice exploded next to everyone's bed after a group of goblins returned to the tribe's camp to rest with some lingering reluctance, startling the sleeping goblins to jump up from the bed in unison.

"I'll give you half a magic hour to tidy up your luggage, pack up your camp, and then gather outside!!"

At the same time, various orders gradually came from the camps of other tribes around, and the quiet morning in the entire wilderness suddenly became noisy. Countless excellent warriors in the wilderness began to dress and tidy up in a hurry.

The Mansha Alliance Grand Competition finally kicked off its curtain.

The Steel Body inheritance in the previous chapter was mentioned earlier, and the protagonist already possessed it, but my memory has deteriorated, and I forgot about this in the notes I made.

But to correct it, basically the previous chapter has to be rewritten, and I really can't do it, so let's just pretend that the previous two sentences don't exist??