Green Monster Epic

“Chieftain, you're too amazing! You've been using that old thing, Arielle, as a punching bag the whole time!!”

As the trolls cleaned up the mess, Allen, as the person involved, couldn't stay for long. He could only leave calmly. On the way back, Swala and the goblins who had caught up were all filled with admiration and awe, expressing their inner excitement to Allen.

“He is a worthy opponent!!”

Although the difference in strength was too great, Allen didn't feel much pressure. Whether it was energy bursts, speed, or flexibility, Allen steadily overwhelmed his opponent. However, Allen could feel the determination and will that Arielle displayed in this battle.

Putting aside their identities, at least Arielle's choice as a warrior was worthy of Allen's praise.

Of course, besides that, Allen was also holding back a burst of resentment and anger towards this troll. After all, the other party's single-minded pursuit of death had caused him a lot of trouble.

When leaving the battlefield, Allen could clearly feel the heavy, painful hatred in the eyes of the Snowmane warriors who had chased after them when they saw the miserable state of Arielle's remains.

This anger and hatred could bring great trouble to the stable operation of the Council, and even tear apart the gradually merging lives of the three races at the bottom.

Knowing that the other party's purpose in seeking death must have been to see through his plans, wanting to use his own death as the price to win more opportunities and time for the tribe's independence. Even though Allen had thought of these possibilities shortly after Arielle made the challenge request, he still didn't choose to maximize his interests in the arena, leaving Arielle with his last breath. Instead, he respected the final request of a warrior and leader, sending the other party to the River Styx with his strongest move.

This was some empathy that only Allen and Arielle, as tribal leaders and opponents for over a hundred years, could understand and even cherish. If it were other strongmen fighting, Allen might not have been so irrational as he was now.

Originally, he planned to show his strength at the Three-Race Conference after advancing to demigod, and use this opportunity to speed up the fusion of the three races. But he didn't expect that things would develop in a worse direction in the end. Allen naturally felt somewhat frustrated, and the complacency brought about by the advancement also returned to reason.

“In the recent period of time, when the tribe is enforcing the law in Nasir Fortress, make the methods as gentle as possible. If it really doesn't work, let them arrange the tasks for the gnolls and troll members to do.”

Back in Nasir Fortress, Allen found Oliver, Swala, and the others, and instructed them.

“Okay, I'll arrange it later.”

Oliver was still very excited at this time. What did it mean for the chieftain to advance to demigod? Just looking at the representatives of the Uruk, Argon, and Amansha tribes who came to congratulate him in this short period of time, it was clear.

Swala was a little puzzled. The chieftain had clearly killed the troll leader. With the chieftain's current power and strength, he could directly make aggressive moves in Nasir Fortress. Why did he suddenly ask the goblins to restrain themselves!

However, although he didn't understand, he didn't want to ask too much, lest he lose his composure in front of Allen and make him think that he wasn't intelligent enough.

After staying in the position of city defense commander for a long time, after feeling the pleasure brought by power, Swala was no longer satisfied with his current position, and wanted to control even greater power. To this end, he even slackened his training of his legendary expertise, and put more energy into how to manage the army and how to handle specific affairs.

“By the way, when is the next ten-year routine meeting of the Mansha Alliance going to be held?”

Allen looked up at Oliver.

“Six years later.”

Oliver thought for a while and replied.

“Okay, you remember to remind me then. This time, I want to personally go to Mansha City to attend the meeting.”

“Okay.”

“Also, those envoys who came to congratulate me, you help me block them, and then choose a suitable opportunity, and I will summon them all at once.”

“Then why don't we simply organize a celebration in the tribe?”

Oliver asked expectantly.

“... Well, yes, you can handle it.”

Allen, who originally didn't like trouble, suddenly thought of the scene that had appeared in the illusion. It just so happened that the tribe's public treasury's assets had shrunk, and it wouldn't be a bad thing to take this opportunity to collect some gifts to make up for the deficit.

Anyway, since he didn't intend to hide the fact of his advancement, these harassments were inevitable.

For several months in a row, Nasir Fortress was bustling with people coming and going. Basically, they were envoys sent by various races in the wilderness, as well as representatives from major forces. Of course, with Allen's character, unless legendary figures or envoys from the temple and the major guilds came to congratulate him, he generally wouldn't show his face, but would hide in his castle and continue to explore the direction of the future.

Late at night, in the home of a poor halfling family in Green Lake Town, the halfling female Marilyn sat cross-legged in front of a stone statue of a gnoll, her eyes tightly closed and her face solemn, chanting her routine prayers in a low and devout voice.

“... Great Lord of Food, may your glory shine on the earth, may your wisdom guide the lost lambs...”

“... May you see the devout believers in your sight, and listen to the wishes in the hearts of the lambs...”

“... Lord have mercy, bless the children of your devout believers, that they may be healed...”

No matter how wealthy the tribe is, there are always tribesmen who live a miserable life, at the bottom of the tribe. And it is very obvious that Marilyn's family is the group of goblins who live the most difficult lives in the tribe.

Marilyn's husband was born with a disability. The halfling male, who had no way or funds to ask the priests of the temple to help correct the disability at a great cost, could not engage in work that required professional skills because of the disability, and finally had to do the lowly and dirty job of cleaning sewers.

Marilyn herself was also weak and sick since she was a child. In addition, she was poured with a pot of boiling water from her head in her early years, and her appearance was ruined ever since. In the end, she found a disabled husband.

Although the lives of the two were hard, fortunately, there were many job opportunities in the tribe, and the salary was not bad, so that their lives were at least free from worries about food and drink. But when a new life appeared in their home that day, bad luck seemed to find them once again.

The husband, in a sewage cleaning job, did not pay attention to ventilation and was directly suffocated to death by the marsh gas in the sewer; after losing the main labor force, Marilyn had to lock her only son at home in order to support the family, but she did not expect that after the child woke up, he accidentally fell from the head of the bed, and with his head landing first, he injured his spine at that time, and his body below the head lost consciousness and mobility.

Marilyn could not even support the lives of the two of them, let alone spend money to see a doctor for her child. Although she knew that the priests and druids of the temple had divine arts that could restore her child to vitality.

But it was also because of this only hope that Marilyn did not give up on life and fall into the abyss of despair.

Marilyn worked hard. Although she didn't have much spare money each month, she knew that little by little, one day she would be able to raise enough money for her child.

Later, by chance, Marilyn came into contact with a group of kind-hearted people who helped fellow tribesmen in difficult circumstances. They sent her family some free daily necessities every month, allowing Marilyn to save more spare money.

It was also through this opportunity that Marilyn learned about the 'Food God Adoration Society.' She sincerely supported the tribal chief, Marilyn. After all, families like hers could not survive in any tribe. They would either be driven out of the tribe or die of hunger and hardship.

Because of her support and admiration, Marilyn became a devout believer in the Adoration Society. She knew that her family circumstances prevented her from providing much help to other tribesmen, but she hoped to contribute her strength through certain actions to prove her loyalty.

Whenever she had time, she would piously pray and praise before the obsidian sculpture given to her by the Adoration Society. Even if no one knew about this behavior because of the Adoration Society's requirement for secrecy, she was willing to do it.

In the dim space, the obsidian sculpture reflected a little bit of light. The mysterious black color, combined with the exquisite carving craftsmanship, made the sculpture appear particularly solemn and sacred.

Marilyn's devout prayer, without any distracting thoughts, put her whole person into a state of meditation. Her mental strength became pure and condensed at this moment. A kind of unspeakable belief formed by faith and pure mental strength subtly merged, slowly forming a glittering light spot in the mental world that no one could perceive or detect.

The obsidian sculpture seemed to sense the existence of this light spot and spontaneously began to vibrate. This vibration was similar to magical oscillation, but not the same. At least, the casters could not feel this vibration.

After the vibration reached a certain frequency, it became like a magnet, slowly attracting the light spot from Marilyn's mental world out of her body. In the end, the light spot plunged into the obsidian sculpture like a moth to a flame.

The internal structure of the obsidian sculpture was actually unremarkable. There was no trace of any magic model, but it was this statue, which looked like it was carved from a casually found stone, that when the light spot merged into the interior, the light spot reappeared in the endless starry sky thousands of miles away. And on the opposite side of the light spot was a huge protostar that was forming.

The dim protostar was constantly devouring the surrounding free energy and gravel, waiting to accumulate enough power before shining brightly. The surface of the protostar was sometimes bright and sometimes dim. If Allen could see this scene with his own eyes, he would find that the frequency of the protostar's flickering light and energy vibration was completely consistent with the frequency of his heartbeat and breathing.

The light spot plunged into the protostar, turning into its newborn power. And around this starry sky, countless light spots with different lusters suddenly appeared, crowding into the protostar.

The protostar emitted a mysterious wave, flashing with a faint light. The aura of the wave turned into an invisible ray, shooting towards a blue planet in the deep starry sky.

… … … …

Allen was in his castle, sitting cross-legged on the bed with his eyes closed, immersed in deep meditation.

Deep meditation, which had become a bodily instinct, was as simple as breathing for Allen. As the distracting thoughts in his mind were suppressed by his powerful willpower, Allen's mind slowly sank into every corner of his body, leading the anger in his body to flow and gallop through the inherent meridians.

Suddenly, a picture broke into Allen's sea of consciousness, and a subtle, sincere voice accompanied the picture simultaneously in Allen's ears.

"… May your gaze see devout believers and hear the prayers in the hearts of the lambs…"

"… May our Lord have mercy and bless the child of your devout believer to be healed…"

The voice and image of a hobgoblin female, whose skin seemed to be melted by something and whose appearance was somewhat terrifying, praying sincerely came suddenly. Allen, who had never had this experience before, initially thought that something had happened or that he was being influenced by the outside world. However, as his mental power spread out, there was no one in the cultivation room of the castle where he was meditating.

Allen suddenly woke up from his meditation, and the picture in his mind disappeared immediately. Seeing the familiar dim cultivation room again, Allen couldn't help but look around.

The picture just now was too real. Allen didn't think it was an illusion. Thinking of the 'Food God' faith that he had secretly led over the years, he always felt that it might be related to this.

After all, most of the words prayed by the disfigured hobgoblin were researched by Allen and several scholars in the tribe. The appearance of these prayers in the picture was likely because one of his believers was praying devoutly and resonated with his spiritual world for some reason.

It was like when he was dreaming, he would always resonate and connect with a certain world, seeing many magical and wonderful alien world scenes.

Whoosh!!!

Allen flew out of the window of the cultivation room and went straight to Green Lake Town in the west. Soon, in his field of vision, he saw the prosperous land with patches of green.

"Help me find a hobgoblin, a female hobgoblin who should have been scalded and whose face was disfigured. She should have a child who is suffering from some kind of disease…"

Because the 'Food God' faith was in the experimental stage, Allen chose Green Lake Town, which was relatively less complicated and had a higher degree of loyalty to the tribe, as the experimental site. As for Na'mur Fortress, Allen asked the members he had selected to try to control the pace of faith leakage. At least, under his control and understanding, the 'Food God' faith had not yet entered Na'mur Fortress.

Therefore, the female hobgoblin believer in the picture that appeared in his mind, if she really existed, then it could basically be confirmed that she was in Green Lake Town.

"Understood."

Five evangelists wearing bronze masks and wearing beige robes responded in a deep voice and quickly left, searching among the thousands of believers in Green Lake Town according to the situation described by Allen.

Hahaha, I didn't expect that I didn't stop updating last month. Everyone, tell me, is it worth encouraging???