Green Monster Epic

“… Congratulations again to our new demigod of the Mansa Alliance, Allen. Witt, the goblin leader from the Green Field Tribe.”

“… Now, let’s invite Chief Allen to introduce his experience to everyone! ! ”

In the magnificent building of the Mansa Alliance, a half-elf representative, as the host, enthusiastically introduced Allen's promotion to the representatives of various races present in a routine manner.

“… I myself am actually very lucky. I have unknowingly reached where I am now along the way. There must have been a lot of blows, setbacks and dangers… … ”

Allen got up and stood on the podium, pushed aside the magic props on the podium that were specially blessed with sound amplification, and relied on his anger and his own energy to clearly transmit his words to the ears of the representatives of all races in the audience.

This can be regarded as a demonstration, demonstrating Allen's mastery of energy and skills. The technique of transmitting sound, which seems very simple, actually requires absolute control over one's own body and energy. With this alone, even most of the peak powerhouses at the legendary high level may not be able to do it, let alone as easily as Allen is now.

A look of interest appeared in Briken's eyes, while the earth goblin demigod Marvin, who was sitting opposite him, had a layer of mist hanging between his eyebrows.

Allen's move can be regarded as a declaration to them. He seems to be using practical actions to tell the other demigod-level powerhouses that although he seems to have just been promoted to demigod, his actual strength is not necessarily just at the stage of exploring the differences between demigods.

“… I hope that in the years to come, I can work with all the tribes present to continue to maintain the existing peace and stability in our wilderness.”

“… My Green Field Clan has also reached its current state step by step from its weak beginnings. I am afraid that most of the tribal representatives present have not experienced the worst situation we have experienced, so I can better empathize with the situation faced by the relatively weak tribes in the alliance! ! ”

“… Although the law of the jungle is the law of nature, it is not absolute. I believe that in the conflicts of interest between the various races, we can have a compromise option and find a win-win balance, instead of always having a situation where the strong eat all.”

“… Therefore, I am willing to provide help to the relatively weak in the alliance and strive to maintain a relatively fair and just environment in our alliance! ! ”

“… In the future, if any of your tribes need me, just come to me, and I will do my best to help you! ! ”

"Thank you! ! "

Allen's speech seemed to be very effective. After the speech, which was originally just a formality, there was an uproar in the audience. Many tribal representatives whispered to their nearby colleagues, discussing the purpose of Allen's words, while other tribal representatives had a meaningful and thoughtful expression, as if they had gained something.

After the speech, Allen did not procrastinate. He bowed and gave a gentleman's salute, then simply walked off the stage and sat down again in front of the five chairs in the front row.

This can be regarded as the biggest change that their tribe has had in the alliance since Allen was promoted to demigod. They have been promoted from the back rows in the conference hall to the front position, which not only demonstrates their status as a demigod tribe, but in fact, there is not much change in the alliance.

“… Hahaha, our new demigod can be said to be young and vigorous, full of fighting spirit… … ”

“… Now that Chief Allen’s matter has come to an end, then let’s start the next item… … ”

After Allen finished his speech, the half-elf host on the stage resumed the procedures of previous conferences, starting with tedious and boring steps such as reporting work and inviting representatives of various races to discuss and propose matters for the next ten years.

“Chief Allen seems to want to make a big move, but I’m afraid that some people don’t know what’s important and think they’re smart, but instead cause a lot of trouble for themselves! ! ”

Marvin spoke to Allen in a somewhat blunt tone from behind the table diagonally opposite Allen, ignoring the half-elf host on the stage closest to them, who was emitting huge sound waves with the help of sound amplification equipment.

“It’s a good thing for young people to have fighting spirit. Naturally, they won’t be like us old guys who only seek stability in everything they do.”

The gnoll demigod next to Allen said to Allen with a kind face, admiring him very much.

“This pool of stagnant water in the wilderness should have a few more young talents like Allen to stir it up! ! ”

As the core backbone of the alliance's hawkish camp, Briken has been fighting alone for many years, and the situation is relatively difficult. He has long wanted to have a trusted partner as his companion.

Whether it is Da Vinci, or Marvin and Yalen, they all tend to protect themselves when facing the four major civilizations outside the wilderness. Even when facing the aggressive actions of humans and elves, they mostly try to appease them, preferring to damage a little of the wilderness's interests rather than having too much conflict with the four major civilizations.

For example, the Centaur Grassland. Since the great war, the border of the grassland has shrunk northward by more than a hundred miles. And in terms of the boundary between the grassland and the human kingdom, it is a continuous line of thousands of miles, which means that more than 100,000 square miles of the wilderness have fallen into the hands of humans.

Fortunately, the Northern Territory has the worthless Tagan Desert. Otherwise, with the character of the elves, I am afraid they would operate like humans, gradually incorporating the land of the wilderness into their hands.

Although the elves have not taken action, the Drow, as foreign aborigines, have been able to gain a foothold in the wilderness. They have not only occupied the former territories of the Snow Mites and Raven's Claw tribes, but have even joined the alliance and become a formal member. In Briken's opinion, this is too absurd! !

Why can the Drow, as invaders, live safely in the wilderness and enjoy the protection of the alliance, while hundreds of thousands of gnolls and trolls, as native aborigines, can only be forced into a narrow fortress, living a cramped and bitter life! !

Briken couldn't understand, but he was very helpless. Most of the members of the wilderness tribes were indifferent, and the natural gods, who should have been in charge of the wilderness, sat idly by and even promoted the Drow's joining the alliance because the Church of Nature wanted to join forces with the Spider Queen Rose.

Now that another demigod has finally appeared in the Northern Territory, judging from Allen and his base, territory, and supporters, he is naturally Briken's partner. Briken has been secretly observing Allen's behavior. He believes that Allen, this hobgoblin, cannot fail to see the threat of the Drow to their Northern Territory and the elves' coveting of the Northern Territory.

From the time Allen led his clansmen to participate in the Centennial Competition, Blicken had already begun to lay out a plan to show favor and ingratiate himself with Allen. Now that Allen had given him such a big surprise, giving him a cooperative partner at the most core table of the alliance, Blicken would naturally not be hostile to Allen because Allen might squeeze his power base in the alliance.

"Allen, I support you! !"

Blicken stretched his right hand to his chest, made a fist, and gave Allen a thumbs up.

"Heh heh heh!"

Marvin sneered and said nothing more.

Davenchi seemed to be closing his eyes to rest, but in reality, his invisible mental power fed back the situation in the arena to his sea of consciousness without omission, rationally analyzing the content of Allen's previous words, as well as the reasons behind Blicken's friendly attitude towards him.

The meetings in the following days were uneventful. The ripple caused by Allen's new demigod status had actually been digested by the various races when he successfully broke through and announced it to the world. At the alliance's regular meeting, everyone did not have much emotional fluctuation, especially after the successive assassinations of the two legendary figures of the Greenwood Tribe.

The reason why Allen valued this meeting was simply because after this meeting, he would be officially stepping into the core of the alliance, participating in all the affairs of the alliance, large and small, in the future.

The so-called core of the alliance is actually a circle composed of the four pillars of the wilderness itself, the representatives sent by the three royal courts of the Centaur Grassland, and the representatives of the various churches of the Natural Divine System, who can truly dominate the future direction of the wilderness.

This circle was not promoted with great fanfare, but the leaders of the various member tribes of the Wilderness Alliance knew of its existence. When the Human Allied Forces invaded the Centaur Grassland, the alliance launched support materials and troops to the Centaur Grassland from all the tribes. First, a consensus was reached in this circle before it was promoted at the Alliance Congress.

Of course, although Allen now has the qualifications to participate in it, in fact, his weight is still somewhat weak. If there is any major action in the wilderness next, he may not have much say.

There was no way around it, this was the gap in strength, whether it was the power of his own clan or the supporters behind him, it was still a bit lacking.

This was also the reason why Allen made a righteous protest against certain unfair behaviors in the alliance at the previous speech meeting. Since most of the powerful tribal members were watching, or already had their own positions, then Allen would find another way to seek support from the weak.

Among the members of the alliance, the weakest members, their strength may have been hovering on the standard line of alliance members, and some tribes even had only one legend left in the clan, urgently needing another legend to appear within a hundred years to maintain the status of member tribe. But after all, their foundation was still there, and they had experienced glorious periods in countless past years. Compared with the more small and medium-sized tribes in the wilderness, these members still had the value of winning them over.

In the camps of the other demigods, these weak tribes were more regarded as vassals, dispensable pawns, but in Allen's current situation, he would not be picky, nor did he have the confidence to choose companions. As long as they were willing to cheer for him, he would be willing to stand up for them and fight for the benefits that should belong to them.

"...The matter that our church wants to talk about this time is very related to Chief Allen!"

As soon as the Alliance Regular Meeting ended, the meeting of the true core of the alliance was quietly convened under the chairmanship of Davenchi.

The first to speak was Plaka, the legendary high-level druid of the Oak Church. The druid, whose eyes radiated vitality, naturally exuded a peaceful aura: "The Greenwood Tribe once spent a hundred years to open up the Mansha Mountains in the western border of their tribal plain, connecting the endless sea with the inland of the plain."

"The abundant rainfall resources have greatly changed the environment of the Greenwood Plain, and even the impact has exceeded a thousand miles, bringing very favorable effects to their surrounding territory."

"In this regard, I think Chief Allen has the most say. If any of us are interested, perhaps we can ask Chief Allen to introduce the changes in their tribe."

Suddenly being named by the representative of the Oak Church, Allen, who wanted to be an observer, was somewhat surprised at this time, with an awkward but polite smile on his face, his mind running fast.

"Explain your proposal first, don't stray too far."

"Okay."

Davenchi knocked on the table again, pulling the topic back.

"The Mansha Mountains have always protected our wilderness from the harassment of marine life deep in the endless sea, but at the same time, they also block a huge amount of water vapor outside the wilderness, so most areas in the wilderness are in an unsuitable living environment."

"But the Greenwood Tribe's attempt shows that if a gap can be opened in a section of the east-west Mansha Mountains to allow the abundant water resources from the endless sea to flow into the wilderness, then the future climate environment of the wilderness will definitely be greatly improved."

"Including the various races sitting here, will benefit from this."

The druid Plaka from the Centaur race became more and more excited as he spoke. As a druid who hoped that natural creatures would become more and more prosperous, when he thought of the various data he had personally collected from actual investigations in the Greenwood Plain, the Tagan Desert, and other places over the years, he really felt that his proposal was of great help to the wilderness.

"The proposal of my Oak Church is to formulate a practical mountain opening plan in the name of the alliance to help the wilderness open up a connection channel with the endless sea."

"I want to ask a question. According to your statement, it took the Greenwood Tribe more than a hundred years to dig this channel. Then, Chief Allen, how much resources did you invest?"

As soon as Plaka's voice fell, a member raised an objection. It was Papali, the representative of the Dayan Khan Royal Court of the Centaur Grassland, a legendary high-level ranger, who asked with a questioning look.

"Um..."

Allen pondered for a moment. Although he did not expect to be involved in the inquiry, he did not retain anything and directly gave the answer: "My clan's excavation of the western Mansha Mountains was also my whimsical idea. The time it took from the initial decision to establish a quarry to the final completion of the tens of miles wide channel was about one hundred and thirty to forty years."

"And the cost paid during this period, averaged annually, is at least more than 200,000 gold coins! !"

"I'm going... ... ..."

A look of astonishment flashed across the faces of the dozen or so member representatives in the arena. They never expected the Greenwood Tribe's economic income to be so considerable, nor did they expect this new demigod to have such courage to invest so much resources to excavate a century-long unknown project.

"The expressions on everyone's faces now have already expressed my question, Master Plaka, do you think any tribe will agree to pay such a high price to formulate a long-term plan? ?"