Green Monster Epic

“Hello everyone, Tirio of the Blackthorn Clan.”

“Greetings, I am Sami Yang from Silvermoon Flower. It's been a while, Chieftain Allen.”

“Hello there…”

Four new members joined. While leading the three females in processing the captured pig-like animal, Allen chewed and analyzed the animal's meat and characteristics, thinking about how to prepare it. At the same time, he didn't forget to greet the newly arrived legendary powerhouses who were introducing themselves.

Jackal Tirio, a mid-level legendary assassin; Sami Yang, a half-elf with half-elf and half-troll blood, a high-level legendary magic archer; Kobold Ignatius, a mid-level legendary sword dancer; Stone-Blind Lyle, a low-level legendary shaman priest.

A small team was thus formed. In addition to the six members of Allen's Thorns, seven new legendary figures joined, instantly making them second only to the four super-tribe representative teams in this newly formed task force.

While others were eagerly chatting with the new members and establishing initial relationships, Allen began to take out his cooking gear from his bag and get busy.

Soon, everyone was attracted by Allen's actions. The reputation of Allen's gourmet series had long spread, but very few people had actually seen Allen's cooking skills, especially with Allen, the originator of gourmet cuisine, personally wielding the knife. Who wouldn't be interested!

Of course, Allen's superb and fluent knife skills, his free-flowing wok tossing, and his ability to turn decay into magic were also important reasons for attracting everyone's attention.

At this time, Allen's face was serious and focused. There was nothing else in front of him, only the ingredient that had just been skinned, revealing its milky white flesh structure. A dagger glided along the gaps between the muscles, brushing past the internal bones without using an ounce of extra force, easily dismembering the ingredient into pieces of tender white meat.

Frying, deep-frying, stir-frying, stewing, boiling… Various seasonings he carried with him were constantly added to the dishes at key moments, according to the recipes Allen temporarily conceived in his mind. Soon, a strange fragrance wafted out, filling this unfamiliar wilderness.

“Alright!!”

On a rough wooden plate, thinly sliced clear-braised meat from a frying pan was neatly poured onto the plate, without a single drop of juice spilling out. At this time, the others had cleared a space, and a temporary stone table was placed in the middle, covered with a dozen dishes.

By the time the last piece of roast meat was taken from the fire, Allen's cooking had come to an end.

It was somewhat ridiculous that while others were still considering forming teams and recruiting people, Allen and his group were considering the issue of eating, as if the task had long been thrown to the back of their minds.

Allen was focused on cooking and didn't pay attention to these things. Not only did the other legendary figures not feel ashamed or embarrassed, but they were as thick-skinned as city walls, showing off. Every time a dish was stir-fried, they would deliberately pick it up and walk around, letting the aroma spread further, especially the three females, who flaunted it as if they wanted everyone to know.

“Chieftain Allen, do you still need manpower?”

Allen had just finished cleaning up the cooking utensils and was about to take a seat with the other legendary figures when a tall mountain of meat blocked Allen's light, enveloping him in shadow.

Allen looked up and saw that it was Marcus, the ogre shield warrior who had been invited and rejected before. His eyes kept glancing at the rich food in front of Allen's table, and his throat kept swallowing saliva.

“Welcome, welcome, I'm very glad you can join us.”

Allen himself didn't expect that making a meal could also gain him a teammate. If he had known earlier, he wouldn't have needed to shamelessly flirt. He could have directly revealed his good show and perhaps attracted a few more gluttons!

However, Allen's idea was obviously a bit naive. After a brief introduction, a few people started eating heartily in front of the other legendary figures. Apart from the ogre Marcus, the other legendary figures around him might have shown a desire in their eyes, but very few rational guys would easily make the choice to join the team for this meal.

“Wow!! It's really delicious!!”

“It melts in your mouth, it doesn't feel like meat at all!!”

“Um, munch, munch… Um, munch, munch…”

Others eat food to find the characteristics and amazing points in the food, while Allen himself tastes the food he personally makes to find its problems and defects, summing up various experiences so that he can improve next time.

At the same time, Allen will also use his absolute control over his body and his keen mental power to feel the effects of the food after being digested and absorbed in the stomach and abdominal cavity.

“Eh…”

The unknown pig-like creature in the Mirage Plane does possess a mysterious energy, which was stimulated under Allen's experimental use of magic cuisine cooking methods. Now, as the feast comes to an end, this unknown energy is gradually spreading to every member of the team. People with keen spirit and perception have already noticed the abnormality and begun to examine themselves.

This is a completely unfamiliar energy. As the blood flows through the blood vessels, it goes directly to the brain, and then the whole person feels a clarity of spirit, as if all distracting thoughts have been washed away. Some precious scenes that were once thought to be forgotten suddenly become clear and vivid with the blessing of this energy; problems that once plagued them also seem to have been enlightened with the clarity of the brain, and there is an immature but self-felt suitable solution in their hearts.

At the same time, this energy gathers in the brain, as if forming a solid and invisible shield for the fragile brain and will, making people feel very at ease.

“What's going on?”

“What a magical effect…”

Especially the few spellcasters in the team, the warlock Yogg, the stone-blind Lyle, and the priest Cole, felt it more significantly, and understood the effect of this energy on them even more. They exclaimed in surprise and picked up the bowls and chopsticks they had put down again, greedily plundering the few leftovers on the stone table.

Allen was also studying and feeling the effects of this unknown energy in his heart, experiencing the changes it brought to his familiar body. Obviously, this should belong to the blessing of psionic magic effects, which has a good enhancement to the brain's thinking ability, as well as an enhancement to the protection of the fragile mind.

According to the strength of this energy and the speed at which it slowly dissipates, this blessing effect should be able to be maintained in the body for about 3 magic hours, Allen judged with experience.

Extrapolating from this, this pig-like native creature should be good at psionic and illusion magic, or at least a creature with strong defense against such magic. But thinking about the characteristics of the Mirage Plane, it is not surprising that the native creatures contain such energy.

Not a single grain of rice was left. After quickly finishing the remaining food, the spellcasters, along with Sami Yang, the half-elf magic archer who had some connection to spellcasting, seized the opportunity to immediately enter a meditative state, contemplating and trying to solve a certain spell model or problem that had been troubling them with the help of this fresh power.

Although the others didn't have such needs, they were also curiously sensing the changes brought about by this unfamiliar power, and when they occasionally looked at Allen, their gazes were mostly filled with admiration and praise.

"Allen, you're really amazing. The food you make is not only delicious but also has such magical effects."

Brigitte, as fluffy as a black bear preparing for winter, walked up to Allen, praising his cooking with exaggerated expressions. There was still some grease on her lips, and a few drops of soup could be seen on her chest. To be honest, she held absolutely no attraction for Allen.

"It's really delicious, truly the God of Gourmet."

Marilyn, the orc female who usually seemed calm and collected, also had a gleam in her eyes, not hiding her love for the meal at all.

"Thank you, I'm glad everyone is satisfied."

"I really hope I can eat the delicious food you make every day in the future..."

Brigitte's pupils were filled with fantasy, and a strong sense of happiness hung on her face, as she immersed herself in her own imagination.

"I'm now thinking that it might not be a bad thing for Brigitte to be with you."

Honey, the lizardfolk female and Brigitte's good friend, said meaningfully, "That way, I'll have a reason to stick with you guys long-term and mooch off delicious meals."

"...Ms. Honey, that joke isn't very funny."

Many recipes for magic dishes have already spread, and various tribes should have specially trained chefs who can make them. However, these recipes are basically the most basic ones, and their effects are mostly only for warriors below the intermediate level. So, several of the legendary-level powerhouses present had really never tasted them before.

Although the reputation of magic dishes had already spread far and wide.

At this moment, in this foreign land, when everyone truly felt the magic of magic dishes, they naturally expressed their sincere praise.

Perhaps some of these legendary powerhouses weren't so sensitive, but as legends, their understanding of their own bodies was beyond doubt. With a little attention, everyone could feel that in addition to empowering magic effects, this unfamiliar energy would also be absorbed into the body with the circulation of blood, bringing some changes from the essence of the body.

Whether this change was good or bad, everyone could feel it after a few tries. This also meant that if they could eat this kind of magic dish for a long time, then it would combine with the legend himself, constantly transforming the body, making it more perfect, and possessing a unique passive blessing.

And this was the biggest feature of magic dishes, and also one of the important reasons why they were gradually sought after.

In the following rest time, Allen's team was unable to add any new members. More legendary powerhouses still chose the teams established by the tribal representatives of the four demigods. After all, the strength and foundation of these four tribes were the strongest in the wilderness, so the members sent by their representatives must be the most outstanding, and they would naturally have no shortage of chips and powerful props.

More props and stronger methods meant lower risks, and the contributions gained by the team would definitely be considerable. Who wouldn't want to join?

Three teams directly took away more than 2/3 of the participants. Among the remaining three or four small teams, Allen's team had the most members, and that was even after excluding the dozen or so who still liked to be lone wolves.

After three days of rest and familiarization, the leaders of the several temporary teams gathered together to discuss and then began their mission journey.

In addition to the main task, Allen and his fellow participants also had several branch tasks to carry out, the most important of which was to clear out the native creatures that had infiltrated and migrated to their beacon over the past century to ensure the safety of the beacon.

After another discussion, the leaders of the several temporary teams each chose a direction to clear out, so as to avoid causing competition and chaos at the beginning.

Allen became the captain of their temporary team: The members of the Thorns Ring team had a deep understanding of Allen's talent and strength. In addition, he was the president of the Thorns Ring team this year, and the other members had no reason not to recommend him; and the three different races of females, led by Brigitte, unified their opinions and expressed their support because of Brigitte's pursuit and love for Allen, and Allen's cooking skills.

As for the remaining 5 members, they could only obey the majority, deciding to wait and see Allen's strength and talent before making other decisions.

The direction Allen and his team chose was the west, based on the teleportation beacon. When the team moved westward in a straight line, before they had even left the hundred-mile safe zone that Derek, the chief priest of the Church of Nature, had mentioned, they encountered a considerable problem.

A group of snake-like creatures with fins like wings, which had migrated here at some unknown time, occupied a huge orange-red tree on the path Allen and his team were taking, numbering more than forty. A biological population of this scale naturally became the target of Allen and his team's cleanup.

"Sami Yang, go lure a lone flying snake over here."

Since he had been elected as the captain, Allen couldn't hide his abilities. When the gnoll assassin Tirio, who had the ability to sneak in the team, sent a warning to Allen and the others from ten miles away and returned in time to report the situation he had detected, Allen ordered the team to temporarily stop moving.

"Tirio, lead the way for Sami Yang and help him cover him."

"Understood."

"Okay."

No one questioned Allen's decision, although some people in the team certainly felt that Allen was making a fuss.

Allen didn't think his decision was wrong either, because he knew too little about this world, and the content recorded in the books of the various races was a bit too bizarre. So, Allen would rather be cautious than rely on the strength of the legends to brutally attack the alien creature groups in front of him.

"It's coming! !"

"Prepare for battle! !"

When the so-called flying snake arrived at Allen's location, it wasn't just the one Allen had ordered, but a group of almost thirteen or fourteen flying snakes, each ten meters long, with mouths wide enough to swallow Allen's entire body, revealing rows of sharp teeth, shooting towards them.

In front of them, Sami Yang, the legendary magic archer, was very embarrassed. Although he had used his speed to the extreme, he still couldn't shake off the pursuers behind him. From time to time, clusters of colorful miasma were spat out from the flying snakes' mouths, turning into cloud-like arrows, silently and silently shooting towards Sami Yang's back and the places where he was moving left and right.