Green Monster Epic

Chapter 598: The City Boils Over

Regarding the matter of abandoning Arier, Zorf, and the other two, and only taking Figlas to escape the encirclement of the drow, Allen felt no guilt whatsoever.

In the ruins, Arier and the others could attack Allen and his group for their own benefit, so in the face of such dire circumstances, Allen abandoning them was perfectly reasonable.

Of course, there were also many unavoidable reasons for this, such as Figlas's serious, unhealed injuries, which greatly reduced his strength, and the life force that Allen had consumed after drinking the Dragon Blood Potion, which could not be replenished in just a few days.

In addition, with Deborah and her drow having the advantage in numbers and being well-prepared, Allen even worried that if he didn't seize this only opportunity to break through, he would end up like Arier and the others, dragged into a prolonged war of attrition by the drow.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect those gloomy old women to do me such a big favor and vent some of my anger!!"

After breaking through the encirclement, Allen and Figlas didn't stop, nor were they afraid of revealing their whereabouts, as they sped through the clear blue sky.

Along the way, to maintain their combat effectiveness and avoid unnecessary consumption, Allen simply climbed onto Figlas's broad back, relying on the dragon's natural flying ability to head south.

While flying, Figlas gloated, not hiding his schadenfreude at Arier and the others being trapped in a desperate situation, not even minding that they had actually planned to take him down with them.

Allen, on the other hand, was calm. No matter what the outcome for Arier, Zorf, and the others, it would have both advantages and disadvantages for the Greenwood Tribe. After returning this time, as long as he prepared in advance, he could act according to the situation once everything settled down.

The best outcome, of course, would be for Arier and Zorf, the two northern tribe leaders, to be killed. Then, not only would his plans have fewer obstacles, but he might also be able to take the opportunity to completely win over the Urok Tribe to his side.

Within the Urok Tribe, besides Zorf, there were also two legends, among whom the Dragon Blood Warlock Yogg had the greatest strength and influence, and had a good relationship with Allen. When Zorf died, the greatest possibility was that Yogg would take over as chief.

Once Yogg took over as the tribe leader, whether to appease the tribesmen or to consolidate his rule, he would inevitably show a strong attitude of hostility towards the drow. And the Greenwood Tribe, located on the front line against the drow and having a good relationship with him, would naturally become Yogg's most suitable ally.

As for the death of Arier, the troll leader, the advantages were even more obvious.

The worst outcome would be that Arier and the others escaped the drow's encirclement like him, but based on a superficial observation of the drow's layout, it would be very difficult for Arier and the others to escape alive.

Of course, as legendary powerhouses, everyone would have their own trump cards, which they would mostly not use unless their lives were in danger, just like the Dragon Blood Potion that Allen had used. Therefore, Allen didn't think that Arier and the others had no chance at all to escape from the encirclement.

However, Allen was certain of one thing: even if Arier and the others eventually escaped, they would inevitably pay a heavy, or even tragic, price, otherwise Deborah and her drow would be too unworthy of their reputation.

Allen was also lucky, because of his cautious nature, he had prepared for a possible attack before passing through the passage, so he was able to counterattack the moment he was attacked, defending against the first wave of spells from the drow that would have hindered his movements.

After all, the drow had discovered their traces in the Shiwan Mountains, and if they were determined to continue tracking his group, they might not have found some clues.

"I hope they have good luck."

Allen looked back at the direction of the Shiwan Mountains, which he could no longer see, and replied calmly.

Traveling south without stopping, Allen's mind was constantly racing. After several days of travel, he saw the towering mountain range that stretched from east to west from the high sky, as well as the continuous and sprawling branches and spurs.

"Roar!!!!!"

Figlas roared to the sky, and from the roar, one could feel a strong sense of excitement and joy. Even Allen was infected by it and couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief.

"We'll part ways here for now. I'll come find you after I recover my body!!"

As the Cator Mountains came closer and closer, Figlas stopped in front of a mountain range and found an open space to say goodbye to Allen.

"How about you take the colossus back first? Don't worry about the materials. I'll bring them with me when I come to play with you next time, and find the best craftsmen to repair it."

When he said this, Figlas was obviously a little uncomfortable and embarrassed. Fortunately, Allen was able to understand him. Both of them had gained a lot from this adventure. He needed time to recover from his old injuries, and Allen also needed to digest the gains from the adventure, especially the matter of the Rage Vortex, which was of utmost importance.

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

Allen wasn't worried that Figlas would try to trick him because he was reluctant to part with the materials. After all, after a long time of contact, Allen knew what kind of personality the dragon had, and he wouldn't break his promise for such a small amount of materials.

Of course, Allen wouldn't leave the colossus in Figlas's hands just to show his trust, and then wait for him to repair it before returning it to him. Since the other party had taken the initiative to return the colossus before leaving, Allen had gladly agreed.

Such a friend was rare for Allen to encounter in many years. Although the other party had some shortcomings, at least he knew how to think of others, which was really rare among most legendary powerhouses.

Boom!!!

The colossus was directly spat out of Figlas's big mouth. Before the colossus could land steadily, Figlas released a fire curtain to scorch the surface of the colossus, burning off the saliva that belonged to him.

"I'm leaving!! I'll be back!!"

After explaining to Allen, Figlas didn't stay any longer. With a flap of his wings, he flew into the sky again and disappeared into the distant rolling mountains.

Allen could understand Figlas's eagerness. A dragon had suffered serious injuries and endured until now, until he sent Allen near the Cator Mountains, which could be regarded as the best he could do. If it were Allen, he might have said goodbye earlier than Figlas, because he wouldn't allow himself to be in his most vulnerable state and coexist with a being that could threaten him for so long.

Allen watched Figlas leave, and only after his figure disappeared did Allen withdraw his gaze and rush into the sky to find helpers in the neighboring Mansa Trade Route to transport the heavy colossus.

A few days later, Allen returned to Namur Fortress through the canyon with a tightly covered truck. Facardo, who had been notified in advance, greeted Allen in front of the barbican on one side of the canyon, leaning on his crutches.

"Chieftain, you're back."

This adventure and exploration trip, according to the real-time of the Feyman world, was not too long. At most, it was less than half a year. Compared with Allen's previous behaviors of going out or retreating for several years, this was just a trip around.

However, in Allen's memory experience, when he saw Facardo, who was still active in the position of city lord, he was a little dazed, and looked at this gradually aging younger generation with complicated eyes.

"…"

Facardo could feel the emotions contained in Allen's eyes. Although he didn't understand the reason, he didn't ask, just waiting for Allen to speak.

"Oh, thank you for your hard work."

Allen quickly adjusted his emotions and looked at Facardo and Tris and his party with a kind expression.

"Recently, has anything happened in the tribe?"

"Nothing major, but there is a happy event. I will report to you separately when I go back."

Facardo was used to Allen's way of doing things and replied in a deep voice.

"Oh? Good."

Allen was a little surprised. Facardo had something to tell him separately, but he didn't ask in detail. Since Facardo said so, there must be his reasons.

"Take this thing back to the inner city, and then send a separate team to guard it 24 hours a day."

The giant statue was tightly covered. Except for Facardo and Tris, a few core members, no one knew the secret. When Allen passed Nasir Fortress, he had already passed the matter to Facardo through the goblins arranged in Nasir Fortress by the tribe, so they greeted Allen at the city gate.

"Yes!!"

Tris responded in a deep voice, and then personally led a team of fully armed elite goblin warriors to take over the task of escorting the employees and carry the truck into the city.

The city was still a familiar scene of prosperity, but it made Allen feel a little strange, and even a little disappointed. After all, in the dream, Allen had seen more prosperous and powerful scenes of the fortress. At this time, the reality was suddenly returned to the prototype, and there would naturally be a little gap.

Allen shook his head self-deprecatingly. The generation of strong men who can calmly deal with various situations will always be irrational in front of the tribe he built up with his own hands.

In order to accommodate Facardo's speed and to feel the scene in the city, Allen walked peacefully on the crowded streets with Facardo. Occasionally, someone saw Allen and Facardo's faces clearly, and either happily or reverently gave way, bowing on both sides of the road to salute Allen.

At first, Allen still enjoyed this kind of scene. He deserved the respect from the bottom of his heart from the tribe for his many years of hard work for the tribe. But as more and more goblins began to join this scene, countless goblins heard the news of the chieftain's visit to the streets, and rushed from all directions, a long snake blocked the road from the city gate to the chieftain's detached castle in the inner city.

Allen, as the pillar in the hearts of the Green Field tribe, has not appeared in front of the tribe for too long. The goblins can only imagine the image of their great chieftain through the descriptions in the legends. Now it is rare to hear that the chieftain appeared on the street, followed by Facardo, the city lord whom everyone has seen, and everyone wants to see their chieftain whom they have been yearning for and worshiping.

It's not that Allen thinks he is noble and deliberately keeps a distance from the grassroots tribe. It is really that he has delegated most of the real power to Facardo and others in recent years, and he is diligent in retreating to practice his strength, so he rarely walks around in the tribe.

Moreover, most of the old goblins who are familiar with Allen's appearance are either dead or old, and most of the new generation of goblins cannot reach Allen's level, so even if Allen occasionally comes out to walk around in the tribe alone, he will basically not be discovered by other goblins.

As the number of goblins increased, Allen became a little uncomfortable. When some goblins began to kneel on the ground, crying and kowtowing to him and chanting prayers, they soon infected more goblins. The continuous waves of sound finally overwhelmed Allen, grabbed Facardo behind him, flew over the crowd and fled to the inner city.

"What the hell are these guys doing!!"

Allen laughed and cried. The noisy sound behind him was endless. Even if he had reached his castle, he could still vaguely hear these prayers and blessings.

"This is also everyone's love and respect for you, Chieftain!!"

Facardo was not surprised at all. They, the Green Field tribe, are really blessed by the goddess of luck to have such a leader who thinks about everything for everyone. Everyone can come to Allen to worship like today. At least Facardo thinks that these goblins have one more thing than the other compatriots outside, that is, they know how to be grateful.

This is also the subtle influence brought about by Allen and Facardo's repeated emphasis on cultivating the tribe's sense of belonging and identity over the years.

In these years of exploration, Facardo and the two or three generations of high-level officials have finally found a way that is most suitable for the habits of the wilderness natives to cultivate the tribe's sense of belonging after countless discussions and experiments.

That is to weave the experience of Allen, the great leader, leading the tribe all the way into various legendary stories, so that the goblins can be influenced by him since childhood and regard him as the idol they worship most in their hearts.

The wilderness natives respect and worship the strong. Allen, the leader, is a real strong man and the recognized first strong man among the major tribes in the Northern Territory. This alone is enough to make his story have a solid foundation.

The various things that Allen has experienced later, after Facardo and others have added a little polish, are wonderful hero stories, which have become a must-listen item for the goblins before going to bed.

The power of faith, even in the civilized world where people are enlightened, can have a strong cohesion, and it is even more invincible to use it on the barbaric and ignorant wilderness natives.

By establishing idols from an early age, the Green Field goblins have a personal worship of Allen, and then use this worship to make the tribe feel a sense of belonging. In addition, with a rich material life, Facardo really can't think of where else in the wilderness besides the Green Field tribe can bring a good life to this group of goblins.

The sensational scene in the city is just a negative impact brought about by creating Allen, the object of worship.