Green Monster Epic

A tremendous wave ultimately transformed into a few insignificant ripples, the echoing aftershocks failing to cause much of a stir within Kator's two fortresses.

The troll tribe experienced the most significant upheaval. After his return, Arael, seeking to reassert his power and prestige, engaged in several covert contests with Tim, who had the backing of powerful families. They each had their victories and defeats, but it undeniably led to a clear division among the tribe's higher echelons.

The jackals of Raven's Claw were now observing the conflict from a safe distance, neither assisting Tim nor offending Arael. They seemed wiser than before, but in reality, their chieftain, Maggot Eye, had announced his seclusion for recuperation after returning from the city wall negotiations. He entrusted the tribe's daily affairs to Bobir, as if preparing for early retirement.

Resting was indeed necessary. The magical effects of the demigod-level spell 'Doomsday Lightning' were extremely destructive to living beings. Maggot Eye, having endured over a dozen black lightning strikes, was riddled with injuries inside and out, taking a long time to recover.

However, the more significant damage was the blow to his spirit. In Maggot Eye's eyes, the complete loss of hope for returning to Cold Wind Ridge extinguished his enthusiasm, leaving him devoid of fighting spirit.

Maggot Eye was somewhat younger than Arael, but not by much. At most, Maggot Eye's lifespan was estimated to be only sixty-some years. Without a goal to pursue and lacking motivation, the aging jackal chieftain naturally began to lose all hope.

Since the Battle of North City, the Allied Defense Force had not returned to their respective tribes. Instead, they were stationed in the wilderness a dozen miles outside the city, establishing a satellite fortress to protect Nasir Fortress. Of course, in subsequent arrangements, half of this allied force would head south to build a military camp outside Mur Fortress for permanent stationing and readiness.

In addition, the Allied Security Bureau was also established, taking over some of the security management of the three tribes, primarily responsible for cases involving foreign races and inter-tribal friction. However, the chief officials dispatched by the three tribes encountered some resistance in this area, as this matter involved the interests of many mid- and low-level leaders within the three tribes, inevitably leading some to be unwilling to relinquish their existing power.

The most important aspect, and the one the three tribes' higher-ups cared about the most, the espionage and counter-espionage system, was also being integrated in an orderly manner. Bobir, Tim, and the others all knew that the dark elves would inevitably increase their infiltration efforts in this area in the future, so they paid particular attention to promoting this aspect.

However, this also brought about a slight negative impact, namely that the space for the Green Field tribe's own spies infiltrating Nasir Fortress was also squeezed, no longer as free as before.

Regarding these matters, Allen only needed to be responsible for the general framework. The specific details no longer required him to worry, as Facardo and his subordinates naturally handled them.

Returning to Mur Fortress, and after dismissing the somewhat excited Cole, Allen once again entered a prolonged period of seclusion.

The formation of the Rage Vortex was only the first step for advancing to demigod status. Next, the transformation of the massive amount of rage within the body, as well as increasing the physical strength to a level capable of withstanding the eruption of liquid rage, were all lengthy processes.

In deep meditation, Allen's consciousness delved into the core of the Rage Vortex. A tiny, faint speck of belief gradually emitted a white glow, illuminating Allen's mental world. A faint, mysterious aura emanated with the light, affecting the fist-sized area around the heart, precisely where the Rage Vortex was located.

Previously, Allen had failed countless times, unable to stabilize the Rage Vortex. But now, before the tiny speck of belief, it was so well-behaved and docile, rotating rhythmically with the beating of the heart, compressing and refining the surging rage into a higher state, making Allen even more powerful.

The liquid rage flowed through every corner of the body with the blood, without omission. Subtle energy permeated every cell, nourishing and slowly but firmly strengthening the body's constitution. Every second, Allen could feel himself becoming stronger.

"Hah! ! !"

Exhaling a long breath, Allen's mind was clear. After standing up, he stretched his powerful limbs and casually threw a punch. One of the target pillars near the arena wall emitted a muffled sound. The target pillar, which could withstand the full blow of a high-level warrior, cracked directly under Allen's casual, long-range strike.

This was only the destructive power of the higher quality rage itself. Once Allen's physical strength broke through the limit under the nourishment of liquid energy and entered the state of physical energy, Allen believed that his burst would be without any worries, and his strength would be completely different from what it was now.

Satisfied, he withdrew his gaze. After stretching his muscles and bones again, Allen sat down again and continued deep meditation to study the changes in his body and perform the tedious rage circulation.

Allen felt that advancing to demigod status had too much to do with luck. He was completely clueless as to how the speck of belief that influenced reality appeared in his body. Although he had the intention to summarize the experience of this demigod, Allen still could not figure out the secrets after thinking about it for a long time.

If he could summarize some experience about demigods, it would not only be of great benefit to the tribe's inheritance, but also, like in the illusion, he could use it as a bargaining chip to negotiate with other legendary powerhouses and move them.

Drizzle, drizzle…

The Green Field Plain was once again blessed with a hearty rain, nourishing the once desolate Gobi Desert. Streams of muddy rainwater slowly gathered, forming small tributaries that flowed into the increasingly abundant Turbid Water Creek.

Under this heavy rain, Green Lake could hardly maintain its emerald color. In the gradually turbid lake water, small heads occasionally popped up – those were the young goblins of the tribe playing in the water, also practicing and training.

In previous years, due to excessive land development and continuous irrigation of cultivated land, Green Lake had actually become unworthy of its name. The lake area, which originally had the size of 4-5 Green Lake towns, had directly shrunk by 6-7 times, almost becoming a small pond.

Although the town had noticed this problem and several dams had been dug and built downstream of the Turbid Water Creek within the Green Field tribe's controlled area, it was difficult to reverse the fact that the Green Lake's surface area had sharply decreased.

However, in recent years, the surface area of Green Lake has shown signs of recovery, and the reason is very simple, that the rainfall in the Green Field Plain has greatly increased.

With more rainfall, water resources are naturally abundant. As the middle reaches of the Turbid Water Creek, the increase in creek water flow has led to the rise of the Green Lake's water level. Although it has not yet recovered to the peak area of Green Lake, this is no longer greatly related to the amount of rainfall.

As the lake surface shrank, most of the newly reclaimed cultivated land along the lake shore was submerged by the lake water. However, many goblins were still unwilling to give up. They united to build sturdy dikes along the lake to resist the trouble caused by the rising water level.

The town's management, led by Terek, had always planned to rectify the increasingly rampant and chaotic reclamation problem in the town, but for various reasons, they had not been able to implement it.

The biggest reason was that the town's population was growing too fast, bringing tremendous survival pressure. Although Terek and the others had thought of many ways to create new job opportunities so that more goblins could exchange labor for their daily necessities, the new job opportunities could never meet their needs compared to the goblins who were born and constantly growing up one after another.

Failing to meet the needs of the new generation of goblins would inevitably lead to various hidden dangers. To support their families, the goblins began to use their little brains to find various opportunities to survive.

Hobgoblins and bugbears, relying on their good physical qualities, could become qualified adventurers as long as they studied hard in the academy for a period of time to acquire various combat skills and adventure knowledge. They could then enter the developing Katuoer Mountains for adventures.

However, the kobolds, who accounted for the largest population in the tribe, did not have such innate advantages. Although being clever and good at learning was useful, too many kobolds squeezed into professions such as alchemists, cooks, and blacksmiths. In the end, only the more talented kobolds could truly stand out. The remaining kobolds could only pick up hoes, sickles, and shepherd's whips to engage in the most basic industries.

Even in the most basic industries, the Green Field Plain did not have enough land for the large number of kobolds to cultivate and graze. Therefore, any cultivable land was privately reclaimed by these goblins to grow vegetables, fruits, and other resources needed by the town.

Influenced and educated by the Oak Church, Trick and other Green Field leaders knew the principle of excess. Excessive exploitation of natural resources would inevitably lead to retaliation from nature. However, compared to the unknown risks, the accumulated contradictions within the tribe were of greater concern to Trick and the others.

Privately reclaimed land still needed to pay rent and taxes to the town, but it could also solve the food problem for many people, preventing the lower-level tribesmen from taking risks and doing things that were not allowed due to hunger.

As the town chief, Trick's first consideration was to ensure that the town under his management did not experience turmoil and problems, so as to ensure his future and the interests of his followers.

Fortunately, with the significant increase in rainfall, the environment of the Green Field Plain had also shown signs of improvement. The vast, barren Gobi Desert, which originally had no vegetation, had gradually shown some greenery. On both sides of the Turbid Water Creek, with the increase in water flow over the years, patches of grassland had also appeared, like pearls strung on the Turbid Water Creek.

The lush vegetation also meant that more creatures could survive. With diversified creatures, the outposts around the Green Field tribe, such as Raging Tide Bay, Aoluo Mine, and Mansha Quarry, could also accommodate more tribesmen.

Trick was somewhat jealous of Facardo, who, with the help of his father, had become the city lord of Namur Fortress. In terms of economic income, prosperity, and town population, the position of Namur Fortress city lord was actually much more prominent than that of Green Lake Town chief.

Trick asked himself that he was more capable and worked harder than Facardo, but because of the family background relationship at the time of their birth, Facardo took the lead in the competition for the city lord. If it was a fair and just selection, Trick had full confidence to beat Facardo, which was also Trick's biggest regret for many years.

But now Trick no longer cared about it. Under his management, the prospects of Green Lake Town became more and more broad, and its foundation gradually deepened. If the development speed and results of the two towns and fortresses were compared, Trick had won more than 10% over Facardo.

At the same time, with the expansion of the Green Lake Town satellite outpost territory, compared to the limited city territory of Namur Fortress and the wilderness less than a hundred miles south of the city, the authority of the Green Lake Town chief actually exceeded that of Namur Fortress.

Now, whether it was Raging Tide Bay, Aoluo Mine, or Muma Slope and other outposts under the jurisdiction of Green Lake Town, the population of each satellite town around Green Lake Town was in units of ten thousand. Although this was also the culprit for the shortage of food and materials in Green Lake Town, it also gave Trick more power.

The responsible supervisors and owners of the satellite outposts all listened to the allocation and appointment of Green Lake Town. Compared to the scarce management class in Namur Fortress, where each person occupied a position, the room for operation was extremely large, and it was easier for him to arrange confidants and cronies.

"Hello, Dean Grandfather!"

A group of goblin cubs, tall and short, ran past the wide side of the road in groups of three or five.

"Hello, pay attention when walking, don't run too fast!"

Perhaps because he was getting old, Trick was always reluctant to work in the castle on the top of the mountain, but preferred to stroll around the town's several prosperous streets to see which store had new products and which store had changed its owner.

Trick especially liked to wander around the academy area in the southwest corner of the town, listening to the students of the seven or eight academies reading aloud and the firm shouts during training, the atmosphere was particularly comfortable.

Relying on his power as the town chief, Trick took the initiative to request to be registered in the five vocational academies and serve as an honorary dean. Although he would not personally teach the students, he would always go up to give a speech at the beginning of each academic year to encourage the students. At the same time, he would give the children some benefits in the name of the town, such as holding picnics after the rainy season, organizing hunting competitions during the antelope migration, etc. Various small prizes stimulated the children's fighting spirit and allowed them to grow up healthily.

Watching the happy figures of the cubs disappear into the huge building built of gray-white marble in the primary academy, Trick slowly retracted his gaze and refocused his attention on the slippery road under his feet.

"Hoo!!! Ha!!! Drink!!!"

Not far from the primary academy, a group of teenagers from the intermediate academy were practicing combat skills on the playground. The unsharpened weapons in their hands made a whirring sound in the air, echoing the teenagers' immature and high-pitched shouts.

From an early age, the tribe would divide the goblin cubs into classes according to their talents, preferences, and other factors, and conduct relatively professional and targeted training.

For example, if a kobold showed talent in spellcasting, then from the primary academy, they would receive basic magic teaching while receiving basic education, learning meditation, basic magic knowledge, and so on.

For example, hobgoblins and bugbears generally had good physical qualities, so they would start targeted training in strength, endurance, and combat skills on the basis of ordinary physical exercise.

Hiding in the green bushes, secretly observing for a long time, Trick walked slowly towards the city with a gratified expression.

After reflecting on the re-updated chapters, I feel that I have ignored an important thing, that is, setting up an evenly matched opponent.

Although the protagonist is not short of opponents, some opponents are hiding in the dark and have not revealed their true colors, and some opponents can't keep up with the protagonist's strength and wisdom, so the chapters during this period seem mediocre and boring.

I plan to re-change the outline and introduce several opponents in advance, but it takes a few transitions.

At the same time, listen to the suggestions of book friends, and spend some time on the overview of the tribe, otherwise, this farming seems a bit unworthy of the name.

However, the main line plan itself, the tribe farming is only to give the protagonist the cornerstone of becoming a god. When he and the tribe have the current strength and establishment, if the protagonist is still doing everything himself, it is really a bit unreasonable.