Green Monster Epic

Buzz buzz buzz!

Allen's soul trembled, and a familiar feeling, forgotten in his memory, returned to him.

After the teleportation began, his feet felt weak and unsteady, followed by a sense of disorientation as his soul was dragged and pulled, and his body lost its bearings.

However, as soon as his feet regained solid ground, Allen and the others looked around and found themselves in an alien land.

The sky overhead was filled with fantastical colors, with countless rainbows connecting the clouds in the firmament.

Schools of colorful flying fish made their home in the clouds, darting through them, while giant manta rays flapped their wings, chasing after the schools of flying fish.

The plants around them shimmered with seven-colored light, constantly changing hues with the passage of time, shifting back and forth.

Small beasts were startled among the plants, sometimes leaping like hares, sometimes galloping like fierce dogs, with no fixed form.

Allen felt as if he were in a surreal dreamscape.

The inherent biological characteristics of the Feyman world were completely subverted in this world, making Allen feel a little reluctant to destroy it.

That is, until he saw that the seemingly agile and alert little beast was attracted to a small shrub bearing various berries, and as it slowly approached, the berry shrub, which had seemed harmless, suddenly transformed into a bizarre creature composed of countless vines.

Its branches split open, revealing rows of sharp teeth, instantly binding and dismembering the little beast.

Five-colored blood flowed between the branches, and the little beast's body disappeared without a trace.

The strange vine creature transformed back into a harmless shrub, swaying gently in the breeze, and Allen could even faintly smell the rich fruity aroma of ripe berries.

Although he had gained some understanding of this so-called Mirage Plane from the books left behind by the Ajina tribe, and had made some mental preparations in advance, Allen couldn't help but be shocked when he actually saw this colorful and fantastical world.

"Everyone, be careful.

Do not underestimate any creature in this plane, or it will surely cost you your…"

"Ah!!"

Before Derrick, the legendary high priest from the Church of Nature, could finish speaking, a female troll on the edge, who was curious about a vibrant flower about to bloom, suddenly cried out in alarm.

The flower in front of the troll suddenly bloomed, but the pistil of the flower was composed of sharp teeth, which ferociously bit at the troll's finger.

The female troll nimbly dodged the attack.

A gnoll next to her raised his large hand and slapped it down, smashing the flower into a pulp, embedding it into the soil.

"Hmph!!"

However, before the interlude could dissipate, the gnoll who had smashed the local strange plant suddenly changed his expression.

He turned his palm over, and his large hands were actually showing five-colored mottled colors.

The instant excruciating pain assailed his heart, the gnoll unhesitatingly took out a bottle of antidote from his bag with his good hand and poured it into his mouth.

Someone's actions were only two breaths slower than the gnoll's.

Derrick cast a dispel magic, and a ray of light scattered between the gnoll's injured arms, and a stream of blood, infected with five colors, slowly flowed out of the gnoll's wound.

"The detoxification mechanism of the Mirage Plane's creatures is very different from our Feyman world.

Ordinary antidotes will have greatly reduced effects.

If you are really poisoned, it is best to use a dispel magic scroll to detoxify."

At this time, no one dared to take Derrick's words as a casual remark, even though these guys were all the strongest warriors in the wilderness.

Many wilderness powerhouses in the field, like Allen, were participating in the competition for the first time and witnessing the Mirage Plane for the first time.

The degree of shock in their hearts was no less than Allen's, and their common sense was not necessarily deeper than Allen's.

"This area is the northernmost part of our exploration of the Mirage Plane.

If you go forward about a thousand miles in this direction, you will reach the target this time."

While constantly constructing a spell model on a protruding obsidian pillar on the ground, causing the obsidian to slowly sink into the ground, Derrick did not forget to explain to the legends present their current location and the location of the target.

"As a precaution, I think you should all rest in this area for a while, and at the same time make a plan, and then move towards the target direction."

"Within a hundred miles around the beacon, there will not be any overly powerful or dangerous creatures, it has been thoroughly cleaned up a hundred years ago.

But beyond this range, you may encounter various dangerous creatures from the Mirage Plane at any time, and among them, there are many gregarious creatures with legendary leaders, so if you want to make a plan quietly, then it is best to do it here."

In fact, there was one thing Derrick didn't say, and that was that this team, so far, had not elected a commander, which would create no small hidden dangers for the next action.

But Derrick was also very clear that none of the legendary powerhouses present were easy to deal with.

In the wilderness, they were the sky of their respective tribes, and any request they made would be unconditionally met by their tribesmen, and they had long developed bad habits of arrogance and conceit.

And those powerhouses who participated in the capacity of tribal leaders were even more accustomed to giving orders, so how could they possibly let the power fall by the wayside and listen to the command of others now.

Perhaps the most qualified to lead this team were the four wilderness demigod powerhouses above from Mansa City, but the cost for them to teleport over was too great, and if they participated in the competition, it would be unfair to the other tribes, so there has always been a default rule—powerhouses above demigods do not participate in the competition.

Giving them some buffer time at this time, so that they can perceive this problem, can also be regarded as a small task for Derrick and the others as an observation group.

"Before that, I think there is also an important thing that needs to be confirmed, and that is whether we should first select a few commanders next?"

However, it was clear that there were many people with insight and ambition in this team.

As soon as Derrick's words fell, someone had already suggested it.

A middle-aged kobold spellcaster slowly flew into the air, surveying the surrounding crowd with disdain, not afraid that doing so would bring disaster.

On his body, a light golden robe that was obviously not an ordinary product had several protective spells appearing and disappearing, and in front of him, a thick magic tome turned pages automatically without wind.

"Let me recommend myself first.

There should be many people present who have dealt with me, and they must be clear about my abilities and personality.

I hope that everyone can temporarily cooperate with me next to complete this task together."

"Elder Dick, I support you!!"

"I also support…"

There was a rustling sound from below, responding to the kobold warlock named Dick, it seemed that the other party's reputation was not bad, at least his reputation in their area should be not small.

"Heh heh, but relying on the good luck of being born in Pale Night, a mere mid-level legend wants us to listen to you, you really don't know awe!!"

On the other side, a gnoll stroked the dark red long knife in his hand, and said with a sneer, curling his lips up.

“This isn't the Pale Forest, and your lord isn't here to watch over you. You dare to stick your neck out with your level of strength?!”

“Jonathan, what do you mean?!”

Derek's staff pointed directly at the Gnoll, his eyes blazing with fierce light. The gem at the staff's tip began to emanate magical energy, and the magical tome floating before him flipped its pages rapidly, a prelude to unleashing a spell.

“What do I mean? You still don't…”

The high-level legendary Bloodletter Gnoll, Jonathan, wasn't afraid of this Kobold. Their Black Meteor Rotbone tribe also had a demigod backing them. Even if he went too far, the other party couldn't do anything to him.

“Alright, we've only just entered the plane, and you're already fighting amongst yourselves?”

Another voice interjected, but the owner of this voice hadn't shown their face for a long time. It wasn't until the other party shot out of the crowd in a hovering flight that Allen recognized them as a Gnome spellcaster in a light blue robe.

“In my opinion, there's no need to choose just one commander. Everyone who thinks they have the ability to command, and also has close friends, can freely form teams, dividing into several or a dozen small teams to cooperate in battle!”

“Although this might be a bit troublesome during combat, it's at least better than everyone being at odds with each other now. You should know that we only have one month!”

The newly emerged Gnome spoke clearly and logically, breaking the deadlock with just a few words.

Although it was just a small scene that occurred in a short dozen minutes, the difference in processing ability and thinking ability between the three legendary powerhouses who had stepped forward was already very obvious. Allen watched coldly, agreeing with the third Gnome's suggestion. It was clearly impossible to have such a large group of legendary figures listen to one person's command. Without an absolute difference in strength, no legendary figure would entrust their life to a stranger and obey their orders.

“Let's spend a few days here. Friends who believe they can form a small team to act together, please use this time to contact and communicate. As for those who are used to being lone wolves, I personally suggest finding a team. After all, the target group we are going to face next has a demigod-level existence. Fighting alone is obviously not enough to confront him, let alone kill him.”

… … … …

“Elliot and I are preparing to form a team. Anyone who is interested can join our team. I won't dare to say anything else, but I guarantee that I will never maliciously harm my teammates or unduly deprive them of their spoils…”

However, soon, the Gnome spellcaster also revealed his true colors. After sensing that the legendary figures below seemed to be moved by his suggestion, Garfield, a Gnome spellcaster from another demigod tribe, Yucatan, pointed to the Troll Pugilist who was sitting indifferently on a rock in the crowd, and extended an invitation to everyone in the field.

Many people's eyes flickered, seemingly moved. After all, the Gnome Garfield and his companion, the Troll Elliot, were both from one of the strongest tribes in the wilderness. Both tribes also had demigods sitting in charge, with deep foundations. Members from within them were bound to possess unique skills and countless life-saving methods. In addition, Garfield had easily resolved the dispute in the team just now, indicating that his wisdom and ability must be good. These advantages were all very important to a team.

Allen was still thinking about whether he should go solo or find a team to join and jointly deal with the upcoming battle.

For him, the risk of going solo was actually lower. Putting aside everything else, Allen had some confidence in his ability to survive, being the last one to be killed among everyone present. However, if he wanted to complete the task, based on his only experience of facing a demigod, their team could only unite to have a chance to kill the target demigod.

“Hey, Food God, what are you thinking about?”

Just as a large hand was about to pat Allen's shoulder, Allen turned around in time, causing the large hand to miss. However, it also allowed Allen to see the face of the hand's owner clearly, and a troublesome memory immediately flooded Allen's mind.

The legendary female Bearfolk, Brigitte Forl, a powerhouse from the Bersuni tribe, had once crazily pursued Allen, wanting Allen to marry her as her husband, a crazy woman.

“You're in this team too?”

Allen frowned slightly, but still politely asked.

“That's right, I've now advanced to the high-level legendary rank, so the tribe sent me to participate.”

Brigitte gently tossed the long hair between her eyebrows, giving Allen a flirtatious wink that she thought was charming. Coupled with her plump fat, Allen immediately felt a chill down his spine. She obviously hadn't given up on Allen!

“I originally wanted to go to your tribe to find you, but the chieftain refused to allow it, making it so we haven't seen each other for so many years. It's really annoying!”

With your infatuated appearance, the leader of your tribe wouldn't be willing to let you go north, that would be strange!

Allen slandered in his heart, squeezing out a few awkward smiles: “It's a pity, if you came to visit, you might become good friends with Lena!”

“Who is Lena?”

A cold light flashed in Brigitte's eyes, and her tone changed from cheerful to gloomy.

“She is my wife, and the person I love the most!”

Allen's eyes were filled with warmth, and his face was full of tenderness, as if he was really reminiscing about his partner's appearance. But the reality was that Lena, the female Earth Gnome who came for the purpose of making peace, had already passed away alone more than a decade ago.

“But I haven't heard of a legendary powerhouse named Lena in your tribe?”

Brigitte's face was obviously a little dissatisfied. She really couldn't understand why Allen would give up such a strong, wealthy, and good partner like herself.

“She's not a legendary figure, just an ordinary Earth Gnome.”

Allen replied politely.

“Oh, that's okay. Anyway, our lifespans are long. I can outlive this female named Lena. It just so happens that there are still two old geezers in my family, who should be buried in the ground in a while.”

Brigitte breathed a sigh of relief and said considerately to Allen: “After this matter is over, I must have a good talk with the chieftain and let him allow me to go north to find you. You must wait for me!!!”

“…”

Allen's face couldn't help but twitch a few times, but he immediately controlled it with his strong willpower.

“By the way, why don't we form a team? Let's fight side by side together in a while!!”

“Haninee, come quickly, I've found a powerful helper!!”

Without allowing Allen to question it, Brigitte had already decided on this matter. At the same time, she shouted into the crowd. Before long, a capable and agile female Lizardfolk, with a short spear slung across her shoulder and two short swords swaying between her waists, slowly walked over.