Green Monster Epic

It's likely that Kozmo and the others didn't expect that the Golden Golem, which took the three of them so long to deal with in a fierce battle, would be taken down by Allen with just one move.

It was thanks to the information from Mansa, the Illusionary Flower Fairy, that Allen and his group were able to directly target the golem's vital point and destroy its power core with a single strike. Otherwise, if the golem had been activated from standby mode, destroying it wouldn't have been impossible, but it would have cost Allen and his group a significant price. At the same time, the ground shaking and magical fluctuations caused by the fierce battle would have attracted the attention of their competitors on the surface.

Of course, this also relied on Allen's formidable strength. You have to know that equipment made of Golden Essence material is known for its protective power, being the strongest among tools of the same quality. Without powerful strength, it would be impossible to pierce through a 20-centimeter-thick Golden Essence protective plate in one fell swoop; at least, Figlas himself couldn't do it.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Allen, we've struck it rich this time!!!"

Just this Golden Essence Golem in front of us, the materials used to create it alone could be exchanged for an astronomical amount of wealth if sold outside. Even if we don't sell it, but instead prepare the materials and ask a master to forge equipment, it would be enough to create at least two legendary-grade pieces of equipment.

And this isn't even the most valuable aspect of the Golden Essence Golem. If its core power source could be restored and its damaged parts repaired, then the value of a construct with strength equivalent to a high-level legendary would naturally be immeasurable.

If any wilderness tribe possessed such a construct, then their tribe would almost be equivalent to having a legendary powerhouse at their disposal at any time. The importance of such an immortal and long-lasting entity to a tribe is self-evident.

If such a complete golem were to be sent to a wilderness auction, I'm afraid that more than a hundred member tribes of the alliance would exhaust everything to acquire it.

Similarly, the wealthiest and most research-oriented mages among the professionals have a strong interest in these ancient constructs, both to repair them and use them as helpers to hold back opponents during spellcasting, and to study the techniques of the ancient times regarding constructs by researching their internal structure and technology.

Right now, although Allen knows the value of this construct, looking at this golem that's just over 5 meters tall, it's basically impossible for him to bring it out completely. And as a layman who doesn't know how to make constructs, even if he randomly disassembles these constructs and manages to transport them out for reassembly, it would be impossible to fully repair it.

After all, every component of a construct contains complex magic patterns, and once these originally integrated magic patterns are destroyed, it would be difficult to restore the internal spell model.

While Figlas's eyes were shining with excitement, Allen looked at the golem with regret. If he could bring it back to the tribe intact, it would be of great help to the Green Field Tribe. But even if he emptied his dimensional bag, it wouldn't be able to hold such a golem. In the end, if he wanted to take it away, he would probably have to dismantle it.

In Allen's opinion, this is like carefully preparing a delicious meal, only to have it devoured by a pig, a complete waste of resources, but it is also a very helpless reality.

"Thinking of transporting it out completely?? Is it because the space in your dimensional bag isn't enough? Do you want me to tell you where there is a dimensional item that can hold at least this golem?"

Mansa leaned in again, as if she saw through Allen's heart, and said with an understanding tone.

"...No need."

Allen was a little tempted, but he quickly stabilized his emotions and refused decisively.

"Oh, you people are so duplicitous."

Mansa felt that she couldn't see through this bear goblin again and shook her head.

"Okay, whatever you want."

Clang!!

Bone Cleaver was pulled out from the golem's abdomen, and Allen turned and walked towards the heavy metal door behind the golem, which was covered with various patterns and carvings, and had a lifelike fox head protruding from the center. Anyway, the golem has lost its function now and can't run away for the time being, so let it stay intact for a while longer, and let myself be heartbroken a little later.

Figlas was originally intoxicated in the fantasy of dividing up this golem, but was suddenly awakened by the sound of Bone Cleaver being pulled out of the golem. When he saw Allen walking towards the treasure vault door, he immediately followed.

"The mechanism of this door is locked from the inside, you don't have the key, and the spell model to open the door is also invalid now. I'm afraid you still have to rely on brute force, I can't help you."

Allen walked to the door, shook his arms and pushed forward, but the door didn't move. He then turned his gaze to the Flower Fairy, but Mansa shrugged her shoulders and said helplessly.

Boom!!!!

Hearing what Mansa said, Allen didn't hesitate anymore. The blade of Bone Cleaver flashed with red light, and the huge vibration stirred up a cloud of dust. The surrounding passages were also trembling, and a deep sword mark was left on the heavy door.

One sword was not enough, so he struck again. At the same time, Figlas finally exerted his strength, took out a broad-bladed battle axe from his dimensional bag, and chopped alternately with Allen, using the most primitive method to break open this heavy door.

In the main temple complex above Allen and the others, Kozmo and the other two walked slowly, with bright smiles on their faces, obviously very satisfied with the harvest of the previous Golden Essence Golem. As they walked, their eyes became more focused. It was rare to encounter such a good thing, so everyone naturally wanted to gain more.

"Where are that bear goblin and the big lizard? Didn't they search in this direction before?"

Kobold Kozmo walked in the front with a shield, and asked with some doubts when he noticed that the traces of searching in this building disappeared.

"Who cares about him? Isn't it good for us to pick up a leak?"

Zorf smiled slightly, not wanting to have too much interaction with Allen and the others. After all, they didn't participate in the battle where the three of them destroyed the Golden Essence Golem before, obviously out of consideration for their Thorns Ring alliance.

Just as he was talking, the three people's keen perception suddenly noticed bursts of vibration coming from the ground, and their eyes suddenly became bright.

"What do you think, should we interfere?"

Kozmo looked at the other two with greedy eyes, asking for their opinions.

"I think we should forget it, after all..."

Zorf frowned slightly, and was about to persuade him with a hesitant tone, but Ariel suddenly interrupted him.

"Let's just go and take a look, we'll talk about whether to interfere or not when the time comes."

Ariel also had his own plans in mind. As a leader with good vision and knowledge, his fear of the neighboring Green Field Tribe grew day by day. He didn't know when it started, but the trolls of the Snow Mire Tribe actually began to admire and yearn for the life of the Green Field Tribe, and they considered it an honor to be able to move their families to Mur Fortress and Green Lake Town.

Furthermore, in Nasir Fortress, although most of the operating industries seemed to be in the hands of trolls and gnolls, there had never been a trace of the greenskins' presence.

Over time, Ariel was very worried that the hearts of his tribe would be drawn away by the greenskins. When that time came, the so-called Snow Mire Tribe might only be an empty shell.

However, he had to accept the existing reality. If he didn't cooperate with the greenskins, then the greenskins would directly seize the Snow Mire Tribe's business and damage the tribe's interests. Nowadays, the tribe's survival was based on the income from this half of the fortress. If the income decreased sharply, it would mean that the living standards of the tribe would be greatly reduced.

The trolls didn't care about tribal unity or overall interests. They cared more about whether their own lives would be affected. If they were, then sorry, even the chieftain would be opposed to you. Although these opposing voices might not appear immediately, they would surge at the bottom and slowly accumulate.

Moreover, it was impossible to use force to resist the Green Field Tribe. The longer Ariel lived next to the Green Field Tribe, the clearer he became about the strength of this greenskin tribe. Not to mention anything else, just look at their tribe's talent cultivation. Wave after wave, although no legendary seed had emerged yet, the number of advanced professionals in the Green Field Tribe was almost equal to the sum of the Snow Mire and Raven's Claw tribes.

Therefore, the Snow Mire could only try to maintain a close relationship with their ally, Maggot Eye, while also setting their sights on the surrounding tribal members, intending to attract external forces to contain the development of the Green Field Tribe.

The Urok Tribe led by Zolf was obviously a good choice. The Urok Tribe, adjacent to the southern border of Nasir Fortress, was also under pressure from the strength of the Green Field Tribe. Although their relationship with the Green Field Tribe seemed good now, there would inevitably be friction between the two sides in the long run.

After all, the strength of the Green Field Tribe also meant that they would inevitably expand outwards in the future. The barrenness of the Green Field Plain was a recognized fact, and the prosperity of the Mansa Corridor was also recognized. Therefore, the best direction for expansion would inevitably be south and north of Nasir Fortress.

This time, accepting Kozmo and Zolf's invitation to explore this ruin, Ariel certainly had the small hope of finding an opportunity to break through himself and take a step further in the divine ruins, but wasn't he also trying to take the opportunity to build a relationship with Zolf, while also planning to create some conflicts between Zolf and Allen during this exploration?

Zolf glanced at Ariel in surprise. He found it somewhat difficult to understand the troll's thoughts. At least in his opinion, Ariel and his tribe were now semi-parasitic on the Green Field Tribe. As a leader, Ariel would still act like this. Wasn't he afraid of offending Allen?

"That's what I think too!"

Kozmo's eyes lit up. He didn't care what Allen thought. Anyway, his tribe was gone, so he wasn't afraid of Allen coming to make trouble.

Besides, his previous assassination and threats had already left a bad impression on Allen, hadn't they? Then he wouldn't mind deepening that impression.

With the support of the two, Zolf knew that it was useless for him to object. With a somewhat ugly expression, he could only follow behind his two companions and begin to search for the passage leading to the source of the underground vibration, following the traces left by Allen and the others earlier.

Allen and Figolas worked together to smash open the heavy door with some effort. The putrid smell that wafted out made Allen feel a hint of gloom in his heart. And when the two of them held up a fluorite and walked into the vault, their mood was both distressed and a little dejected.

Many leather equipment had reached the end of their life in the river of time and turned into dust on the ground; countless jewels that originally contained magic power had also become dim. This was the change brought about by the slow dissipation of magic power in the air, which also meant that these jewels had lost their original value and were as worthless as ordinary crystals.

Even some metal equipment showed varying degrees of rust, which also meant that their protective power had decreased and their magical properties had almost disappeared.

"...Alas, what a pity!"

Figolas picked up a beautifully crafted one-handed warhammer. Most of the intricate patterns on it were well preserved, only a small part of the alloy wires inlaid in it showed signs of rust; the hammer handle also had gems that were not only decorations but also magic storage nodes. At this time, they had lost their original luster, and it was obvious that the dissipation of magic power over the years had turned them into stone-like existences.

If it was a complete warhammer, with its craftsmanship and the magic model hidden under the intricate carvings, it should at least be a legendary-level equipment, but now, after Figolas injected magic power into it and waved it a few times, he judged with his discerning eye that it was at most a mid-level magic equipment.

Of course, if Figolas found a skilled master to repair it, perhaps this warhammer could still reach the level of a high-level magic weapon, but it was almost impossible to restore it to its original appearance.

This was also the reason why Figolas felt regret after picking up this warhammer and waving it a few times.

Allen also reached out and flipped out a two-handed greatsword from a pile of rotten dust. After using his rage to chop it a few times, he also put it into his dimensional bag with some regret.

After a search, the two of them didn't find a single legendary-level equipment that the flower demon Mansa had mentioned, but they did harvest several magic equipment, which was not a small gain.

On the other hand, the most useless gold coins were found by Allen and the others in a huge pile in this secret room, still glittering with gold, covering a corner of the secret room. As Figolas plunged into the mountain of gold coins and rolled around at will, the gold coins rolled around.

Allen didn't know about Figolas's situation. Anyway, the space left in his dimensional bag, excluding the odds and ends and the various equipment and potions he collected, was not much. And there was still a huge trophy outside the vault that Allen and the others hadn't dissected and divided. If they took away the invaluable golem, then Allen would probably have to discard some unimportant sundries from his dimensional bag.

Therefore, in Allen's opinion, that pile of at least hundreds of thousands of gold coins was really a useless thing that could only be seen but not taken away.