Green Monster Epic

Chapter 578: Extraordinary Body

Warrior Level 10, a seemingly ordinary number, but for a warrior, it meant that his body had completely broken away from the essence of a mortal and leaped towards the extraordinary.

After returning from his adventure in the Ten Thousand Mountains, Allen had secluded himself for a full four years. During these four years, he didn't take a single step out of the arena, nor did he deal with matters of the tribe, focusing solely on exploring the changes within himself.

For more than four years, through the control of his own liquid rage and the nourishment of higher-level energy, the last shortcoming of Allen's body was finally filled. As the fragile organs that hindered Allen's performance, such as the internal organs and blood vessel walls, gradually strengthened, Allen also broke through the mortal limit of Warrior Level 9 and advanced to Level 10.

Having broken through the shackles of the flesh, Allen's body actually began to develop in the direction of energization. Previously, when inspecting himself, Allen felt that the blood vessel walls began to emit a dazzling light, which was a sign of the body's energization. Now, more than four years had passed, and all of Allen's main blood vessel networks were protected by a layer of cell coat formed by liquid rage, as if adding a powerful protective equipment to the fragile blood vessel walls.

Moreover, organs such as the heart, liver, and lungs have also been strengthened more than a dozen times under nourishment, whether it is to provide more power energy for a long time or to withstand the impact force, it is simply not the same.

In particular, the energy vortex formed in the heart area is constantly condensing Allen's newborn rage, purifying the quality of the rage, and also absorbing and devouring a small amount of rage, precipitating it to the core of the vortex. As time passed, the precipitated rage actually showed signs of solidification in the vortex, just like water turning into ice, but it did not hinder the passage of liquid rage energy in any way.

Of course, this is only a state perceived by Allen's mental power. In reality, if Allen's heart were dissected, it would be impossible to find the existence of the rage vortex, nor would there be any solidified rage crystal-like existence.

As for the improvement of Allen's muscles and bones, it is even more unquestionable. During such a long period of training, Allen even felt that with his current physical strength, he was enough to compete with the legendary dragon.

Allen still maintained his original slender physique, and did not become burly due to the increase in physical strength. Under this seemingly thin body, every muscle was lurking with explosive power. With every move, Allen's aura became more and more calm and majestic, just like a volcano that could erupt at any time, full of pressure and threat.

The inner city arena, built at a great cost, has now become very dilapidated. The expensive magic-forbidden stone floor, the abyss cold iron target pillars, and other objects, are now mostly damaged by Allen's occasional trial moves over the years.

Moreover, every time Allen tried his moves, a huge amount of excess force would be vented to the ground, forming small-scale earthquakes. The residents in the fortress went from being panicked and vigilant at the beginning to being accustomed to it now. Occasionally, if it was quiet for a few days, they would feel a little uncomfortable.

Everyone already knew that the earthquakes happening in the city were all caused by the powerful and wise tribal chief Allen practicing powerful martial arts. Therefore, no one had any complaints. Everyone was more from the bottom of their hearts. Admiration and pride, with such a powerful tribal chief guarding their tribe, who would dare to covet their tribe!

The seclusion has come to an end for the time being, because Allen is very clear that the next improvement in strength will fall into a long and stable stage, and one or two seclusions will not have much effect.

After all, when Allen advanced to Level 10 Warrior, coupled with his Level 9 Berserker, it meant that he had become the top existence in the wilderness - a powerful demigod-level figure.

Although at Allen's current level of strength, the strength of combat power can no longer be clearly described by the mere materialized level system, the gap between demigod and legend is as far away as the gap between high-level warrior and legend.

Looking at the wilderness, apart from the temple churches behind those few families, there are only a few demigod pillars among the countless combat professionals of the large and small indigenous tribes in the entire wilderness, and the tribes where these demigod-level powerhouses are located often become transcendent forces among the wilderness tribes because of their relationship.

"... Chief, you're out of seclusion!"

Coming out of the arena, Allen rarely did not fly back to his castle, but instead changed into ordinary clothes and inspected the city. When he returned to the castle, the already old Facardo had been waiting for a long time. Seeing Allen return, he quickly bent over and stood up to salute Allen.

"Why are you here?"

The development of the city is good, which shows the efforts and hard work of Facardo and others over the years. Allen's eyes showed a bit of praise, and he asked gently.

"Sit down, don't do these formalities."

Looking at Facardo's old appearance, Allen felt very emotional and somewhat distressed. Another era of goblins was about to pass, and he would personally bid farewell to this group of children he had watched grow up and return to dust.

"It's good that you're here, I also have some things I want to discuss with you."

Advancing to demigod meant that many things could be fast-forwarded. Although Allen had some pity for the younger generation who were about to die, he felt that it was time to make some arrangements when he thought about what he was going to do next.

"Yes, Chief, you say."

Facardo originally had something to report to Allen, otherwise he would not have rushed over immediately after hearing the guards guarding the arena say that Allen had come out of seclusion.

"Well, does Trick contact you a lot? Is his body still good?"

"It should be good, he sent me a letter a few days ago, asking me to go to Mustang Slope to watch the riding competition together! This year, Mustang Slope has bred a batch of good mounts, and we are discussing how to distribute this batch of mounts through the riding competition."

Although he didn't know why Allen suddenly asked him about Trick's situation, Facardo didn't have the heart to give the other party a hard time at his current age, and truthfully told what he knew.

"Well, has he ever mentioned his successor to you?"

Allen raised his head and asked with a smile.

Facardo's heart skipped a beat, and his mood suddenly sank, but as the city lord who had experienced the world, Facardo's face remained unchanged and he said seriously: "I have seen him a few times, the little guy's style of doing things is very angular and has fighting spirit."

"Is that so? Then I have a chance to see him."

Allen nodded, looking very satisfied: "Trick seems to be a few years older than you, right? You are already like this, then Trick is probably worse."

"You say, should I help him unload the burden on his body and let him take care of himself in his old age?"

Allen's expression was amiable, but to Facardo at this moment, it was indescribably indifferent and distant. Although he wanted to say some good words for Tric, sensing the majesty and seriousness behind Allen's kind eyes, Facardo smiled bitterly and said something against his will.

"Who says it isn't? I can still run a few steps by myself, but he has to walk with a cane now!"

"He also mentioned to me that once the Mansha Quarry in the Western Frontier has opened up the mountains, he plans to resign to you."

Facardo knew very well that although Allen was ostensibly talking about Tric, his implied meaning also included himself. Therefore, driven by common interests, Facardo still carefully made excuses for Tric, helping him to say good things.

Although his energy was indeed not as good as before, Facardo still believed that the Muir Fortress City he presided over had already been on the right track, and he could fully control and manage the Muir Fortress with his current energy, at least he hadn't thought about retiring in the short term.

"Is the progress on the quarry side so fast? How far is it from the Endless Sea?"

Allen's eyes lit up, not because Facardo's words were to his liking, but because Facardo mentioned the Mansha Quarry.

Allen's ultimate goal in starting the construction of the Mansha Quarry was not for those high-quality raw stones, but to hope to open a gap in the Western Mansha Mountains, so that the abundant water vapor from the Endless Sea in the west could nourish the barren land of the Green Plains along the opened gap.

Roughly calculated, from the time Allen tempered his strength, to the initial formation of the quarry in the Mansha Mountains to the present, nearly a hundred years have passed. Allen is now over 150 years old. In this not short period of time, the tribe went from sending hundreds of warriors and captured slaves at the beginning, to later deploying thousands of laborers in the quarry on a large scale, the cost of which cannot be said to be small.

Although the output of the quarry itself is of great benefit to the tribe, compared to the resources and manpower invested, it does not seem to be a cost-effective thing. In fact, in recent years, some people have raised objections to this, but before Allen knew about it, they had already been suppressed by Tric, Facardo, and other decision-makers.

"I heard that the narrowest part of the mountain range is now no more than thirty miles away from the coastline, and the person in charge of the quarry led people to cut off more than 3,000 feet from the top of the main peak of the last mountain range, forming a huge opening. Every day, a large amount of white mist can be seen pouring into the plain from the opening."

"The idea that the patriarch originally expected seems to be really possible. Since the mountain gap was opened, the rainfall in our Green Plains has really been very different from previous years, and the vegetation in the plains has also become much lusher."

"Is that so?"

Allen's eyes were bright and smug. There are not many leaders in the wilderness with such foresight as him, especially for things like the Mansha Quarry, which takes nearly a hundred years and cannot predict the final result. I am afraid that no tribe in the wilderness is willing to do it.

"It's also a good thing to see the quarry mission completed in your generation. When the time comes, name the pass after you and Tric, what do you think?"

"Ah??? How can this be? It was the patriarch who made the final decision, and the people who did the work were also the tribesmen below, we two..."

Facardo's eyes were obviously dazed for a while. At his age, except for his children and family, there are really not many things that can touch the softest part of his heart, but Allen's words made Facardo feel that his life was worth it.

"Don't be humble!"

Allen said comfortingly: "I remember the contributions of both of you! In recent years, I, as the patriarch, have not managed the tribe much. The food, clothing, and expenses of the two cities and hundreds of thousands of tribesmen are all under your control. Now that the tribe can grow to such a scale, your efforts and hard work are beyond doubt."

"Therefore, I think it is very appropriate to name the future fortress at the pass after you two!"

"I just want to set an example for the cubs in the tribe: all heroes who have made outstanding contributions to the tribe will be remembered forever by future generations!"

"Okay, that's it!"

Allen slapped the ironwood table, which meant that the matter was settled.

"I am really ashamed..."

The wrinkles on Facardo's face all crawled out, and his mood suddenly became cheerful. Although he pretended to decline out of embarrassment, he was actually very happy in his heart!!

"If the Endless Sea is opened up in the future, there will also be many troubles and risks. The depths of the Endless Sea also have huge forces established by intelligent races. If they know about the pass we have opened up, they may not land from here, so the construction of the fortress should also be planned from now on."

"I plan to build two heavy fortresses like our Muir Fortress at the entrance of the quarry and near the coastline. What do you think?"

"The patriarch's plan is far-reaching, we haven't thought of these yet!"

Facardo gave Allen a small flattery.

"But since these two fortresses will be named after you and Tric in the future, are you interested in building them yourself?"

Seeing the bright smile on Facardo's face, Allen was relieved, and turned to throw out a seemingly negotiable proposal.

"Ah???... I will listen to your arrangements, patriarch."

Facardo's eyes were full of hesitation. In fact, when Allen asked him about Tric, he had already expected it, but he didn't expect Allen to move so quickly. Just a few minutes ago, because of something he said, he thought of a way to send himself and Tric away.

Facardo was reluctant to part with the position of city lord. Although there was a reason for greed for power, the main reason was for the sake of his family and descendants. If he was no longer the city lord, then his cubs would not be as well-developed as they are now. However, Allen's proposal did make Facardo tempted. He had enjoyed what he should have at his age, and the rest was spiritual pursuit. If future generations could remember his contributions to the tribe, then his life would be worth it.

Of course, the keen-minded Facardo also had deeper concerns, that is, Allen, the patriarch, had not been involved in world affairs for many years. Now, he suddenly wanted to replace himself and Tric, two old men, obviously because the patriarch was going to personally preside over the affairs of the tribe.

Based on Facardo's understanding of their patriarch, since the patriarch wants to take power, it is very likely that the tribe will take even greater actions next.