Green Monster Epic

Chapter 556 Transition

As the closing time of the teleportation array drew nearer, Allen's mood became increasingly tense, because he hadn't seen the shadow of his tribe's team.

Could it be that something unexpected happened to them during their activities in the Mirage Plane? Or perhaps they were ambushed by other teams? Or maybe…

Various thoughts popped up randomly in Allen's mind. Every time he suppressed one idea, another one surfaced. This made Allen feel even more anxious than when he first led the tribe's children to the front lines to fight.

He had long heard that it was common for participating tribal teams to be completely wiped out in the plane, or they simply forgot the end time of the competition, unable to teleport back to the Ferman world, and then be assimilated by the Mirage Plane. This happened once or twice every few competitions.

Teams returned one after another. Each time, Allen looked expectantly, only to be met with disappointment. It wasn't until three magic hours before the teleportation array closed that another team was teleported back. Allen finally spotted that group of young faces, and the weight in his heart finally lifted.

When they left, the team numbered a full two hundred, but now, with a quick glance from Allen, the number had sharply decreased to a little over half. It seemed that these youngsters had experienced many risks during this month in the Mirage Plane!

Without greeting the children, after confirming their safe return, Allen stood up again, picked up the package at his feet, slung it onto his back, and slowly walked towards the outside of the city.

“Ah!! Finally back!!”

Almost every tribal team that had just been teleported back experienced this scene. The Earth Gnome Ranger, Marshall, slumped down on a piece of open ground outside the teleportation array, gently stroking the cold stone floor, and let out an excited murmur.

During this month, the Green Field Tribe's warriors had been living in fear every day, and their spirits were tightly stretched. Especially after venturing deep into the outer areas of the beacon, targets like the flying snake swarm they had encountered before were so numerous that they couldn't avoid them even if they wanted to. As the team members continued to be lost, the difficulty of challenging these gregarious creatures also increased day by day.

However, for the glory of the tribe, and for the expectations of the chieftain, none of the leaders like Leo and their subordinates gave up on continuing to explore and challenge the dangers ahead. They even got lost on the way back because they had gone too deep into the border area, and encountered several waves of powerful alien creature groups blocking their path. They almost didn't make it back in time. That heavy psychological pressure erupted directly on the tribesmen after they returned to the real world.

Leo, Amansha, and other leaders were no different. It was just that as leaders, they shouldered even greater burdens and could not show their emotions as freely as their companions in front of them. While they were checking the harvested resources with the alliance supervisor who came to meet them, they lightly frowned and surveyed the surrounding environment.

In a trance, Leo seemed to see the familiar and great figure of the chieftain, but just as he was trying to locate it, this figure seemed to have never appeared.

“Excuse me, have the adults returned?”

Because he was not familiar with the situation in the city now, and there were still things to check, Leo had to ask the staff member who was bowing his head to check the supplies in front of him.

“They returned yesterday. You are the last team to return,”

The Low Gnome supervisor said without even raising his head.

“Okay, thank you.”

Although Leo and his team delayed their return in the Mirage Plane, they also gained more resources because of it. Those bags, piled up like small mountains, were their harvest this month.

Of course, the rich supplies were exchanged for the lives of dozens of companions. Whenever they thought of this, Leo, Amansha, Spark and the other captains were not in a good mood. Although everyone had experienced life and death in these years, the deaths of dozens of companions in front of them were far more shocking and sad than the occasional injuries or deaths of one or two companions during adventures.

After finishing the handover and checking, Leo and his team's harvest was directly reduced by more than half. After the team members vented their emotions and regained their composure, Leo and Amansha looked at each other, and then issued an order: “Assemble!!”

“Target: Outside the city camp!!”

While these youngsters were handing over at the square, Allen returned to the 'Allen Tavern' stronghold ahead of time, retrieved the dimensional bag he had placed in the heavy storage area, and ordered the store manager to prepare a hearty meal and send it to the camp outside the city.

When these youngsters returned to the camp, they happened to see the long tables pieced together, filled with steaming food, and their mood suddenly became more cheerful.

“Welcome back, my children!!”

Allen stood at the entrance of the camp, looking kindly at this group of gnome descendants. He had no direct bloodline to this day, which allowed him to be relatively fair and just when treating every junior in the tribe.

“Chieftain!!”

Leo, Amansha, Spark and other captains and the team members behind them saluted Allen with complex eyes of respect, excitement, and gratitude.

“It must have been hard this trip!!”

“It's okay.”

A group of people rarely received Allen's praise, and many gnomes touched their heads embarrassedly and replied.

“Chieftain, this is our…”

“Go wash up first, fill your stomachs first, and we'll talk about the rest later.”

“Mia, tidy up and organize these things.”

“Yes.”

The middle-aged Low Gnome female Mia, who had been waiting at the entrance of the camp, greeted them, followed by a team of tribe members who stayed in Mansha City to run the catering business, delivering the prepared toiletries and taking over the luggage behind Leo and the others.

Looking at the children below gobbling, and the gnomes were not very agile with their hands and feet when eating, and there were wounds left on their bodies after the war, and some even lost arms and a thigh, Allen's heart was somewhat complicated.

For the benefit of the tribe, this group of gnomes, who could have become the backbone of the tribe for the next 20 years, threw themselves into this dangerous competition. While eating, Allen quietly counted their numbers. Excluding that team of ogres, there were just over a hundred gnomes left, which meant that about 80 gnomes died in this competition.

Before annexing the Agina tribe, if the tribe suddenly lost so many good players, Allen would have felt distressed no matter what, but now he only felt heavy and complicated.

“...Chieftain, this time it was the unfavorable command of us captains that caused the loss of so many companions…”

After eating, Leo and Spark and others couldn't wait to find Allen to report the mistakes they made in this mission.

“Alright!!”

Allen reached out and patted these young juniors, comforting them, saying, "We all know how dangerous this Grand Competition was. Even when we old guys were annihilating a group of giants, one of us died and more than a dozen were seriously injured, let alone you little ones."

"Besides, the Grand Competition is over. There's not much point in discussing those issues anymore. What you need to do now is to reflect on and summarize this experience. Next time there's a similar mission, you can't repeat the same mistakes."

"And for those comrades who died in battle, you must also strive to continue their share of life, and together with the remaining survivors, help take care of the families of the fallen."

"Understood?"

"Yes."

The young ones all had red eyes and responded loudly and firmly.

The Grand Competition was coming to an end. Next, the rankings of the various tribes would be rearranged based on the resources and mission performance of the tribal representatives and teams. Then, a meeting would be held to announce the results of this Grand Competition.

The results came out quickly. On the third day after the end of the Grand Competition, the Alliance Assembly was held in the assembly hall. The judging panel, composed of four demigods and high-level temple officials, determined the rankings of this centennial Grand Competition based on the performance of the legends in the mission and the resources collected by the tribal teams in the Mirage Plane.

"Congratulations, congratulations, Chief Allen! This time, your tribe has climbed more than ten places in the rankings. Next time, we won't be able to sit next to each other anymore."

A dog's head leaned over, looking at Allen with envy, saying congratulatory words.

"It's just a change of seats. This assembly hall is only so big. If we turn our heads, won't we still meet?"

Allen smiled slightly and replied politely.

The Greenwild Tribe's ranking in this Grand Competition was unexpectedly good. It had actually improved by nearly 15 places compared to the previous Agina Tribe, rising from 62nd place in the last session to 47th place now. This also meant that the tribe's status in the alliance had improved, and the rights they enjoyed had also increased.

Of course, this increase was not a significant change, but at least Allen and his Greenwild Tribe had firmly established themselves in the alliance after this event.

"Congratulations, Chief Allen, I knew it…"

Someone else came over to greet him warmly, and Allen returned the goodwill, wearing a polite smile, chatting casually with these legendary representatives.

In fact, the contribution provided by the legendary representatives' missions themselves did not have a significant impact on the tribe's ranking. This was also the reason why many tribes did not send out their strongest combat power. The Grand Competition tested the foundation of each tribe's high-level combat professions, which was the true strength of a tribe.

The fact that Allen's tribe could achieve such an improvement was enough to show that their tribe was thriving. In addition, Allen himself was still relatively young among the legends, so these worldly legendary figures took the initiative to come up and build relationships with Allen, leaving some favors for the future.

Allen also went with the flow. It just so happened that his tribe was now like a blank sheet of paper, and it was indeed necessary to interact more with other members of the alliance so as not to be isolated. It was just a pity that Allen, with a stiff face, chatted awkwardly with more than a dozen legendary representatives for a long time. Through seemingly unintentional small talk, Allen realized that most of the tribes that took the initiative to come up had very low rankings, and the tribes of the most active legendary figures could be said to be at the bottom of the alliance.

Of course, there were also representatives with better rankings than the Greenwild Tribe who came to chat with Allen and help him out of the awkward situation, but they were all like Brigitte, Marcus, and others who had established good friendships with Allen in the Mirage Plane. As for the representatives of other higher-ranked tribes, they seemed particularly proud and indifferent to the other representatives who came up. It seemed that the relationship between the wilderness tribes was also so realistic!

"Congratulations, congratulations!!!"

Allen, who had been wearing a smiling face all day and whose facial muscles were a little sore, did not expect that even when he returned to his residence, he could not escape the pain of dealing with people.

Albion had been waiting early at the side door of Allen's residence behind the noodle restaurant in the south of the city. When Allen dragged his tired spirit back, his voice came out of the shadows before he did.

Allen raised his head, saw Albion's handsome but sinister face, raised his hand, and smiled wryly: "Your intelligence system is really powerful. You knew the results of the Grand Competition so quickly."

"Actually, we already knew your tribe's ranking when the first draft of the rankings was finalized."

Albion smiled deeply and said slowly.

"…"

What else could Allen say? This was obviously a show of strength and muscle flexing.

After inviting Albion into his small courtyard, a gnome quickly brought over drinks and desserts for Allen and the others.

"I wonder how Chief Allen has considered the matter I discussed with you last time?"

After the gnome servant's figure disappeared into the small courtyard, Albion withdrew the smile on his face and looked at Allen with a serious expression.

"…I've only just returned for two days!!"

Allen picked up the drink in front of the stone table, took a light sip, and secretly examined the eyes of this elven assassin with the upward movement of his arm.

"Why are you so anxious for me to give you an answer?"

"Sigh!!"

Albion sighed deeply, his serious and solemn gaze meeting Allen's.

"Actually, this matter is indeed very important to me."

"Branch President Garvin promised me that if I can persuade you to establish a branch stronghold in the Muir Fortress, then he will support me as the supervisor of the branch stronghold."

A look of understanding appeared in the depths of Allen's eyes. He had felt from the beginning that Albion's actions were too hasty. Such a scenario should not have occurred given the Assassin's Guild's style of doing things. Now, after hearing Albion's answer, he realized the reason for the other party's urgency.

"I have carefully considered what you told me before. I do need to settle down again for a while. It just so happens that the Assassin's Guild intends to establish a new stronghold in your territory. If I can obtain the position of supervisor, then I can have higher authority to apply for access to more information about legends, which may be of great help to my breakthrough to legend."

"…Since you've put it so bluntly, then I won't beat around the bush either. Let's lay all our cards on the table."

After resolving the doubts in his heart, Allen, who had already made a decision, also regained the majesty of a legend and slowly sat up straight, looking at Albion.

"What is your guild's bottom line?"

Knowing that these chapters may seem lacking in a central theme to everyone and a bit boring, there's no other way. After all, some things still need to be laid out, such as the Greenwild Tribe's closer relationship with other tribes in the alliance, the connections Allen has made as a legend with other strong individuals, and so on.