Green Monster Epic

The immense pressure and aura that even legendary experts found heavy, what it implied, the legendary figures in the field could guess with just a little thought.

“Chief Ellen, you…”

Tim's face was uncertain, and he opened his mouth hesitantly.

“Good, Chief Ellen, you've advanced to demigodhood?? ”

A trace of fear lingered in the depths of Cole's eyes, but he wore a surprised expression on his face.

Meanwhile, Yariel, the troll chieftain who appeared old and frail while leaning on his chair, had clear pupils at this moment. He stood up abruptly, staring intently at Ellen, unable to suppress his shock.

Originally, Ellen had planned to conceal his advancement to demigodhood, but after considering that the temple, the drow, and the four major tribes seemed to already know the news, it seemed inappropriate for him to continue hiding his strength.

Since it was already exposed, he might as well announce his advancement to the wasteland, letting all the tribes know that the Mansa Alliance would have another important figure appearing!!

However, before that, Ellen needed to rely on his demigod strength and the power of the tribe to integrate the entire Northern Territory before stepping onto the grand stage of the Mansa Alliance.

To integrate the Northern Territory, he first needed to sort out the relationship between Greenwood, Raven's Claw, and the Snow Mites, so that they would follow his lead and advance and retreat together.

Clearly, with Ellen's countless years of planning, forming the current joint mechanism, achieving this was not difficult.

In the decades from completing the breakthrough to fully becoming a demigod, Ellen had indeed spent a lot of energy seeking breakthroughs and managing tribal water conservancy, but he also had more time to consider his next plan.

“Yes, I have advanced to demigodhood!!”

Ellen said a few simple words with his hands behind his back, dispelling the doubts in everyone's minds, but in the hearts of the dozen or so representatives present, it stirred up a huge wave.

Without much arrogance or domineering aura, and his eyes were not particularly sharp, Ellen now simply stood at the door, and the majestic and boundless aura like a high mountain and the sea, as well as the feeling of controlling everything hidden beneath his calm face, made people dare not have any doubts.

“Just taking advantage of this meeting, Chief Yariel, Bobir, and you other important allies are here, so I came to tell you this. From now on, I believe that our Northern Territory will have a better future and prospects, and will never be a marginal existence in the alliance again!!”

Ellen's words were an undeniable fact. The Northern Territory had not had a demigod-level powerhouse for thousands of years, and coupled with the disunity between the tribes in the Northern Territory, the alliance's resources had never been inclined towards the Northern Territory. Otherwise, the drow would not have been allowed to enter the territory so easily and establish a foothold in the Northern Territory.

It was only later that Bileel, the chief of the Ajina tribe, created the Thorns Ring team, and after Ellen annexed the Ajina tribe, he continued to maintain this team, which allowed the tribes of the Northern Territory to have a little voice in the alliance.

“Of course, this requires the unity of all the tribes in our Northern Territory. In the future, everyone will advance and retreat together, and jointly seek the greatest benefits for the Northern Territory. You say that's right, right?”

Ellen's tone was calm, but the true meaning of his words made Yariel and the others, who were staring wide-eyed, understand after a little thought.

The troll chieftain slowly recovered from the shock, his eyes gradually dimming, truly becoming an old man on the verge of death.

He finally understood that no matter how he instigated and encouraged the drow over the years, asking them to increase their infiltration of Nasir Fortress to help him better control the tribe, the response he received was always as apathetic as scratching an itch.

This was in stark contrast to the importance the drow and High Priest Philemon showed when they initially persuaded him to surrender, which had always puzzled Yariel.

If the drow could increase their support for him, Yariel believed that the current Snow Mite tribe would basically be under his control, and it would not be like now that he and Tim were still in a stalemate, neither being able to do anything to the other.

It was precisely because of his disappointment with the drow that Yariel secretly eased relations with Tim in recent years, focusing on cultivating his management skills. On the surface, however, the two still fought to the death for power.

Now it seemed that the drow mothers had probably known about Ellen's breakthrough to demigodhood for a long time, which was why they had shown restraint in recent years.

“Ellen!!! If you want our support, no problem, you just need to promise me one condition!!”

After figuring all this out, Yariel's heart was no longer hesitant or bewildered. His turbid pupils suddenly burst out with a dazzling divine light at this moment, and he shouted loudly at Ellen in front of everyone.

“Let's have a life-and-death duel!!!”

In the face of reality, knowing that all his efforts had no hope, Yariel felt relieved instead.

The experience that should be handed over to Tim had been taught almost completely over the years. With Tim's care for his family in the future, and the kindness of the legendary seed he had promoted, he would probably not completely decline as a result.

His life could be considered wonderful. Although the tribe had split in the last few decades due to a choice, fortunately, he had reached a reconciliation with Tim at the last moment. In the future, as long as he followed his arrangements, returning to a united situation would not be difficult.

On the contrary, the mechanism of the court council created by the Greenwood tribe, under his constant observation and thinking over the years, had largely made him understand the other party's plot. Although he had figured out the goblin's plan, the tribe was now rooted in Nasir Fortress, and the integration of the three tribes had become an irreversible trend. Without external pressure, it was impossible to disrupt the gradually maturing court council.

This was an unstoppable overt scheme. As long as Yariel could not control the tribe, persuade and lead the tribesmen to abandon the eastern city of the fortress where they now lived, they would not be able to escape the situation of being slowly controlled by the Greenwood goblins like frogs being boiled in warm water.

Since this was the case, let his death arouse the hatred in the hearts of the Snow Mite tribesmen, slowing down the pace of goblin integration, which could be regarded as his last contribution to the tribe.

Moreover, he had been opposing the goblin all these years, calculating against the other party many times. Now, as the other party broke through to demigodhood, and his power became even greater, he might take the opportunity to suppress him. Rather than waiting for that day, it would be better to take the initiative to seek battle now. At least dying in the arena as a warrior was more magnanimous and heroic than dying in a calculation or on a bed.

Before this, Aruiel had been plotting to incite the Drow to set a trap for Allen, hoping that before he became too old to wield a weapon, he could at least deal a heavy blow to Allen, this hobgoblin, even if it meant a desperate fight to the death, and create greater hatred between him and the Drow!

In any case, based on his perception of his physical condition, he probably only had three or four years left before his soul returned to the River Styx. Rather than lingering on and waiting for death, he might as well use his remaining body to create some fun for his arch-enemy, Allen!!

However, when Allen appeared before him with the strength of a demigod, Aruiel knew that all his plans would probably be difficult to fulfill.

The Drow had only recently joined the Mansa Alliance with great difficulty a few years ago, and their foundation was not yet stable. Many tribes still debated their inclusion, so they couldn't be foolish enough to offend a newly promoted demigod at this time. His so-called layout design was bound to fail in the face of absolute power disparity; there was no possibility of success.

The Assassin's Guild had already explicitly refused to accept his mission to assassinate the hobgoblin leader, and the strongmen of the surrounding tribes would not cooperate with him to ambush Allen after learning of his demigod promotion…

"Good!!!!"

Allen was slightly surprised, not expecting that the troll chieftain Aruiel would dare to challenge him after he displayed the strength of a demigod. But on second thought, if he refused at this time, the shock he had just brought to the representative members in front of him would probably be greatly reduced, so Allen agreed without hesitation.

It was just right that he could take this opportunity to settle the grudges he had accumulated with this troll, Aruiel, and also show off the power of a demigod.

Thoughts rising and falling in his mind, Allen's eyes also became sharp: "Do you need to prepare anything? Chieftain Aruiel?"

"No, give me half a magic hour, and I'll take care of it!!"

Aruiel flatly refused.

He had already been secretly preparing to deal with Allen, this hobgoblin. At this time, the corresponding tools in his dimensional bag were very sufficient, which was an advantage in itself. Aruiel didn't believe that Allen would have anticipated his challenge, so he probably wouldn't have any preparations at this time.

"Alright."

Allen's brow furrowed, and his expression became serious.

When Aruiel saw Allen agree, he didn't dawdle. He gave Tim, a troll two positions away whose face was anxious and worried, a look, and then walked out of the conference hall.

The conference hall, where they were left behind by the two trolls, was in an uproar. The other three troll representatives stood up one after another and ran out frantically. They had to report this sudden event to their respective patriarchs as soon as possible.

The other goblins and gnolls were also frequently moving. The goblins were better, their eyes full of confidence and pride, and they couldn't hide their excitement. The gnoll representatives looked at each other. Cole looked at Allen with envy and jealousy, wishing that he was the one who had been promoted to demigod at this time, while Bobier approached a gnoll representative and whispered a few words in his ear, after which the gnoll ran out.

"Chieftain, what are you doing? Can't we just avoid fighting?"

Tim hurried out to persuade Aruiel to give up his impulsive behavior.

"Alright, don't persuade me. I know what I'm doing."

Aruiel led Tim back to his castle and went straight to the study, taking out several account books from the secret compartment in the study, as well as a legendary-level seal representing the power inheritance of the tribe. While speaking, he handed these things to Tim.

"This account book records the Drow spies that I have inserted into the tribe through my hands, as well as a list of some tribal leaders who are getting along well with the Drow…"

"And this one is a list of spies that the tribe has inserted into other forces over the years, with information on how to contact them, how to pass messages…"

"The remaining one is a record of several private vaults that I have hidden in Mansa City and the fortress, which contain some inheritance that I left behind and…"

…

Almost as if he was making arrangements for his funeral, Aruiel didn't give Tim a chance to interrupt, telling him step by step what he had already prepared, until he was sure that the other party had remembered what he said.

"I only hope you can promise me one thing."

When everything was almost instructed, Aruiel looked directly at the headman and said slowly.

"Chieftain, you say, as long as I can do it, I will do my best to complete it."

Tim felt Aruiel's determination, and when he realized that persuasion was meaningless, he replied decisively.

"This duel, I have already made the determination to die. Now, the only thing that makes me uneasy is those few bastards in the family. Before, when I was around, it didn't matter how they messed around in the tribe, after all, I could take care of them, and even if they caused a big trouble, I could help solve it…"

"I understand, Chieftain, even if you don't say it, I will treat them as the children of my family to take care of. I swear in the name of our Lord, the Father of the Oak Tree!!"

Tim did not wait for Aruiel to finish speaking, and had already understood his intention, and quickly raised his right hand and placed it on his heart, and made an oath.

"I didn't misjudge you!!"

Aruiel felt relieved, and his heart became more relaxed, but he did not forget to remind him a few words: "Actually, there is no need to indulge them too much. Without my support in the future, they will definitely be targeted by the other families. You only need to come forward and support them at critical times."

"As for the private struggles between them and other families, you don't need to pay attention to them. If a family wants to survive, it must rely on its own struggle and effort. The fledgling eagle that has not experienced wind and rain will never fly to the sky."

"Finally, let me remind you one thing, don't get too close to the goblins of Green Field, don't completely believe the words of the hobgoblin Allen!!!!"

"Maintain the relationship with the gnolls, and unite the power of the two races to resist the goblins!!"

In the end, Aruiel still did not tell the real conspiracy of Allen, but chose to hide it, and only told Tim the direction of the next step.

Even Aruiel himself, who believed that his wisdom and ability were good among the leaders in the Northland, could not crack Allen's plan, so Tim, the heir who was less capable than Aruiel, was even less likely to be Allen's opponent.

Since this is the case, instead of letting Tim know these things in advance and making him despair, it is better to let nature take its course, so that the independent inheritance of the tribe can last for a longer period of time.

At least, Aruiel understood that even if Allen's plan was successful in the end, it would not affect the lives of the trolls, but the independent inheritance of the Snow Miers for thousands of years might be cut off here.

Thinking of this, a burst of anger burned in Aruiel's heart, and he condensed the killing intent onto the double axes in his hand.

"Allen, come out and fight!!!!!"

The hunched troll body due to old age suddenly stretched out when it flew into the sky, and the earth-shattering roar immediately echoed in the countless eyes in Nasir Fortress.