Green Monster Epic

“I heard that the Greenfield Tribe in the west opened a gap in the Mansa Mountains, which led to the current climate change!!”

The Greenfield Tribe suffered from climate collapse, bringing huge negative impacts, but the tribes around the Greenfield Plain benefited from them.

Born City, once the territory of the Snow Mages, is built in the middle and lower reaches of a river originating from the depths of the eastern foothills of the Cato Mountains, thus possessing a basin with a considerable area suitable for cultivation.

However, apart from the Born Basin, more of the surrounding area is barren hills lacking sufficient water resources. Although some strong tall and short trees and herbaceous plants can survive, it is difficult to breed enough prey or cultivate suitable arable land with this meager vegetation and water resources.

When the trolls occupied this land, they only developed the basin, planted some food, and used the convenience of the Mansa Trade Route to purchase some from outside, which barely prevented a large-scale food crisis for the tribe.

Although this is largely related to the trolls' lack of skill in planting and their greater habit of hunting prey in the wilderness, is it not also related to the harsh environment of the Northern Territory?

But if the problem of water scarcity could be solved, with the territory controlled by the Snow Mage clan at that time, the most important food needed for reproduction would not be a problem at all, and it could even be exported.

As the Drow drove away the trolls and occupied this land, many of the slaves and vassal races they brought were specialized in cultivation. For example, rat people and minotaurs have a talent for cultivation, so they inherited the land reclaimed by the trolls.

The climate change has brought about an increase in rainfall in the surrounding area. In addition to the surge in the flow of the Banji River originating from the eastern foothills of the Cato Mountains, other wilderness lands have gradually become moist, naturally providing a suitable environment for the growth of plants and animals.

The hills outside the Born Basin have a rudimentary form of lush forest, which is really good news for the Drow. As close relatives of the elves, even if the Drow like to play tricks and enjoy carnal pleasures, their closeness to nature is engraved in their genes. This can be seen from the scene of them vigorously building garden cities after occupying Born City and Coldwind Ridge.

Matron Penile rarely walked out of Born City, strolling leisurely in this hilly area, looking at the vitality of the land and the blooming flowers, and asked with a refreshing mood.

“But I heard that they suffered a great loss because of this matter!!”

Accompanying Penile was her favorite courtier, the male Drow legendary sword dancer instructor, the handsome Amas, with a hint of schadenfreude in his eyes.

“For several years in a row, their territory has suffered huge floods, the largest of which submerged their entire Green Lake Town.”

“Don’t underestimate them. An aborigine in the wilderness can have such foresight, determination, and execution. In the future, they may become a threat to our Federation second only to the Elven Kingdom.”

Penile withdrew her gaze, glanced at her bed partner, and said seriously.

“Even if I were in his position, I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to develop a small tribe to its current state like he did.”

“……”

Although Amas nodded, in reality, more of his eyes were filled with jealousy and dissatisfaction.

Since returning from Nasir Fortress, Penile has instructed the city-state’s intelligence system to focus more on the Greenfield Tribe, especially Allen the gnoll, and told them to report to her at any time.

Even during daily chats and bedtime conversations, Penile often mentioned Allen in front of Amas, which made the proud male Drow feel very uncomfortable. If Amas didn’t know that the other party was about to be promoted to demigod, he might have taken the initiative to find Allen and have a contest between males.

“Looking at this year’s rainfall, it seems that it’s time to assign more tasks to those lazy ghosts below and increase the amount of grain and magic medicine plants they hand in!!”

“Understood, I’ll discuss it with Vera and the others later.”

“Um……”

Not only in Born City, which is close to the Cato Mountains, but also in Coldwind Ridge, a wilderness northeast area thousands of miles away from the Greenfield Plain, there have been obvious climate changes.

The northerly wind formed by the Tagan Desert heat low pressure brought a large amount of humid water vapor to the Tagan Desert, most of which condensed with countless dust in the desert's edge zone to form rainfall, and the remaining small part continued to drift northeast from the desert's edge until it reached the Coldwind Ridge area.

“I heard that we are about to have another neighbor.”

Deborah sat by the window, enjoying the coolness brought by the rainfall, and chatted with Lilian, Ashley, and other Drow who worked together.

“Are you talking about the return of the Thunder Tribe?”

Lilian raised her head, her eyes flickering.

“Yes, I don’t know what the strongest kobold in the wilderness is thinking. He’s actually preparing to insert pawns in the Northern Territory. Isn’t he worried that the gnoll in Greenfield will attack the Thunder Tribe after being promoted?”

Ashley, the dark saint who is most favored by the Spider Queen, has a somewhat transcendent position in the Federation. Her relationship with the Drow matrons is very similar to the relationship between the human kingdom’s royal family and the church.

“But this is also good. We can use this kobold branch of Thunder to get in touch with Pale Night, and there will be fewer obstacles to entering the alliance in the future.”

“Hehe, I want to see what kind of reaction the gnoll Allen will have when he hears this news.”

……

Outside the south gate of Namur Fortress, a vast kobold team is carrying a large amount of supplies, waiting at the gate.

The commander of the joint army outside the city, the hyena Dunbia, stared at the kobold team from afar, and behind him, two thousand strong warriors of the three races were wearing neat equipment, ready to attack at any time.

On the high walls of the city, Svara, the legendary commander of the Greenfield Tribe, was overlooking from above, and Kozmer, the legendary strongman of the kobolds under the city, was competing with each other invisibly. Sweat faintly oozed from the serious-looking green cheeks of the earth spirit, obviously at a disadvantage.

“Time’s up, open the city gate!!”

Although defeated in the momentum duel, Svara, whose eyes were still full of high fighting spirit, looked at a golden light appearing on the top of the canyon peak above his head and issued an order.

“Commander, what about these below……”

The gnoll shield warrior Rabari benefited from Svara and has now become his deputy, and asked worriedly.

“It’s okay, let them in!!”

Svara was actually a little uneasy. The news of the Thunder Tribe’s old troops heading north had been sent to Green Lake Town at full speed, but he had not yet received Allen’s response.

The kobolds did such a good job of keeping secrets that they had concealed it from the Greenfield Tribe’s intelligence system for many years. It was not until they approached the territory of Namur Fortress that dozens of kobold teams reunited and prepared to enter Namur Fortress at the same time and head north.

“Understood!!”

Rabari tightened the one-handed axe hanging on his waist, and strode heavily towards the city, apparently preparing to personally guard the city gate.

Finally being able to leave Pale Night, this invisible cage, and restore the glory of the past, for Kozmer, a legendary high-level kobold powerhouse, there is probably nothing happier than this.

Originally, Kozmer had many unwillingness in his heart when he returned south to Pale Night. In the end, he was only subjected to the strength of Davinci, the strongest in the wilderness, and many kobolds in the tribe were loyal to Pale Night, which led to this trip.

But he hadn't expected that Davinci would one day send him north again to cooperate with the legendary priest of chaos, Dirk of the Chaos Claws, and return to the old site of Thunder Town.

Since they were making him go to all this trouble to lead a group of strong kobolds north, why had they summoned them back to the Pale Wildlands in the first place?!

Creak!!

The heavy fortress gate slowly opened from the inside, revealing to Kozmo a line of goblin warriors arranged in two rows behind the city gate, clad in silver-gray heavy armor, their faces solemn and full of killing intent.

"Heh heh."

Kozmo smiled contemptuously, waved his hand, and led his vanguard kobold force of over five thousand into the city.

"Wait!!!!"

Rabari slammed his heavy shield on the ground, and at the same time, hundreds of goblins behind him raised their long-handled weapons, forming a Great Wall of blades, spears, swords, and halberds on the road.

"What is it??"

Kozmo's face darkened, and he looked up gloomily, staring at the big guy, his aura naturally released, enveloping Rabari.

"According to the rules of my fortress, anyone entering the city must pay a head tax of one silver coin per person!! Five silver coins per carriage!!"

Rabari withstood the pressure and said steadily.

"Alright, let your tribe's leader come and collect it from me!!"

Whether it was his behavior in the ruins before, or his subsequent re-establishment in Thunder Town, Kozmo knew that there would probably be no chance of peaceful coexistence with this local tyrant of the Northern Border. Fortunately, Davinci had already told Kozmo some arrangements in private before he came, so Kozmo still had some confidence in settling down in the north this time.

With old and new grudges mixed together, Kozmo, who already resented Allendo, although knowing he was on someone else's territory, was still determined to vent his anger.

"You!!"

Rabari glared angrily, and the goblin warriors behind him also tightened their weapons, the atmosphere filled with murderous intent for a time, even the merchants passing in and out of the city felt the atmosphere and avoided it.

A kilometer outside the city gate, Dunbia, the gnoll leader who had been staring at the thousands of kobolds on the road, sharply noticed the change in front of the city gate, and quickly raised his hand high. The two thousand allied warriors arranged in squares behind him continuously made the sound of drawing swords: Clang! Clang! Clang!, waiting for Dunbia to make the next move.

"Hahaha, how lively!!!!"

The fortress built on the canyon suddenly became dark overhead, although it was still early morning and the light was not clear.

When everyone looked up, a dragon with a slender body and wings that almost covered half of the fortress's sky was flapping its huge wings and circling down to the ground.

The air vaguely became scorching hot, as if an invisible sun was gradually approaching the fortress, or perhaps it was just the red dragon overhead, the awe and terror of a top predator from the depths of the soul.

"So it's you, little reptile. The great Figlas spared you last time. I didn't expect you to dare to come to my best friend's city to show off your power this time. It seems I should settle the old scores together!!!!"

If someone who knew the legendary Red Dragon Figlas saw its size at this time, they might be surprised that after more than ten years, the other party had grown at least one size larger. The body of his best friend, which used to be seventeen or eight meters long, is now at least twenty-five meters long if measured. It seems that the other party has gone through the molting pain that occurs every three thousand years, and its strength has greatly improved.

Kozmo wanted to take advantage of Allen's absence from Fort Muir to vent his anger and avenge the time at Crescent Lake when the bear goblins were left to die and he fled the drow encirclement alone.

But he didn't expect that before he could vent his anger, the dragon Figlas appeared here as well. Just from a rough observation and feeling, Kozmo could easily see that the other party's strength had greatly improved, and he was afraid that he was no longer a match for the other party in a head-on confrontation.

"Humph!! Figlas, my clan elder Davinci asked me to bring you a message: Remember to keep the Heart of Radiance safe. When he has time, he will come to you in person to take it!!!!"

Kozmo was not to be outdone and shouted contemptuously.

"Are you talking about this thing??"

In his dragon form, Figlas freely maintained his levitation, even without wind. A crystal, much larger than a pigeon egg, was gently held in the middle by three sharp claws on his right forepaw.

Seeing the Heart of Radiance engraved deep in his mind, a flash of greed flashed in Kozmo's eyes, but he also knew that this thing was no longer something he could touch at this time. As early as after reporting everything truthfully to Davinci in the Bone City of the Pale Wildlands, Kozmo knew that Davinci had taken a fancy to this thing, otherwise there would not be the current threat to the dragon.

"A useless toy, it wouldn't matter if I gave it away, but I just don't like the look of you, even if I destroy it, I won't give it to you!!!!"

Crack!!

Under the simultaneous force of Figlas's three sharp claws, several hair-like cracks appeared in the gemstone on the spot. Then the cracks became larger and larger until small fragments of gemstones separated from the main body, and the regular gemstone became incomplete and low-value jewelry.

Kozmo's eyes almost burst into flames. Although they had searched for a long time in the ruins and gained a lot, it did not mean that there were no other good things in the plane where the ruins were located.

Just the fact that this ruin is related to a deity is enough to make people excited, otherwise Davinci, who is a saint, would not have taken it to heart.

Figlas himself was also distressed. Not to mention the value of this gemstone itself, just the shiny and crystal-clear material is the most attractive and beautiful thing in the eyes of a dragon.

But Figlas knew a truth even more clearly. The secret of the Heart of Radiance as a plane beacon could no longer be kept. Next, someone would definitely pester him tirelessly, wanting to seize it to obtain the opportunity to enter the ruins. The dragon's heart is selfish. Knowing that he could not keep this jewelry and could not trade it to outsiders privately, he simply destroyed it directly in front of so many people, so that no one would covet it anymore, and he would not have to feel distressed that the gemstone would be obtained by others.

"Ha, do you still want it now??"

Figlas provocatively raised his huge head. With a light flick of a claw, a gemstone fragment the size of a fingernail flew towards Kozmo.

"Humph!!"

Kozmo grabbed the broken gemstone unwillingly, and then carefully examined its texture and aura, the expression on his face changing constantly.

"Hey!! Kozmo, are you going to enter the city or not??? If you're not going to enter the city, please give way, there are other people who need to enter the city!!"

Svara jumped down from the city wall and shouted unhappily.

"Enter the city!! Of course, we're going to enter the city!! But your people won't let us in!!"

Kozmo, who was also unhappy, pointed gloomily at Rabari and his group blocking the way with their weapons.

"If you want to enter the city, follow the rules of my tax bureau, otherwise we will think you are provoking the Green Field, Snow Mido, and Raven Claw tribes!!!!"

"If you don't have money, owe it first, or wait for your patriarch…"

"Impossible!!"