Green Monster Epic

“Lord Allen, I am Gunther Nika, the team leader dispatched by the Council and the Kingdom to accompany you to the Greenwood Tribe.”

A middle-aged human man with rimmed glasses and a calm temperament gently knocked on the door of Allen's room and began to introduce himself.

“I am disturbing your rest to ask when we will depart north.”

Allen vaguely felt that the man in front of him looked somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had met him.

“Have we met before?”

Allen did not answer his question but instead inquired about his background.

“We should be meeting for the first time, Lord.”

Facing a demigod, the man named Gunther had a clear and calm gaze behind his glasses, without any panic or apprehension. His mental fortitude gave Allen a good impression.

“However, if you find my appearance familiar, it may be because I bear a resemblance to the first founder of my family, who used to be a close partner of yours.”

“Partner?? ”

Allen hesitated and couldn't help but think carefully.

“The first Earl of my family, named Richard Nika, was a high-level ice mage. I don’t know if you still have any impression of him.”

Gunther gently pushed the glasses on his nose with his right hand and calmly replied.

“You are Richard's descendant, no wonder!! ”

Allen suddenly understood. Just as a hint of joy appeared on his face, he wanted to ask about Richard's situation, but he immediately realized that since the other party had not appeared in front of him, then he naturally had not escaped the pursuit of death and had already passed away. His mood became黯然 again.

Looking at the middle-aged man's face at this time, he could indeed match it with the face in his memory. Although it couldn't be said to be exactly the same, there was still a 60-70% similarity, especially the other party's sword-like eyebrows and eyes, which were almost identical, which was why Allen felt a sense of familiarity.

“My ancestor once recorded in his memoirs his adventures with you, and he also told our family members that if they travel to the Greenwood Tribe in the future, they must visit you to thank you for saving his life back then.”

The reason why Gunther was able to become the leader of this northward team was not only because of his own talent and strength, but also because the Council of Truth considered the past relationship between their family and Allen.

Although they couldn't guarantee how much affection Allen still had for Richard back then, for the higher-ups of the Council of Truth, having one more friendship was ultimately a good thing. The agreement reached with Allen at the moment was essentially a forced transaction to some extent. Allen was largely the party forced to accept it, so it was inevitable that shadows would be left in his heart, causing various troubles for the Council's expedition team.

“Unfortunately, after separating from him back then, there was no chance to meet again…”

A few traces of remembrance rose in Allen's eyes.

Apart from the girl Cole, the other members of his clan had been replaced for several generations. Perhaps, in a sense, a long lifespan was also a curse, allowing you to watch the people you value and the relatives you care about grow old in front of you and finally return to the earth.

“Since you are Richard's descendant, feel free to come to me if you have any problems in my tribe this time going north.”

“As for the departure time, I think you should go north on your own. I won’t accompany you. I still have something to deal with.”

“Understood.”

Being able to get Allen's verbal promise proved that his visit this time was not in vain. Gunther had long expected that Allen might not go north with them, so he didn't feel any disappointment when he heard the response.

“Also, regarding the information that the Council agreed to give you, Speaker Liam invites you to take it yourself from the library. As long as you show this magic rune to the librarian, they will hand over the items to you.”

Before leaving, Gunther also gave Allen a delicate obsidian-engraved rune. Taking this rune that had made him wait for several days, a look of relief flashed across Allen's face.

Although he had made countless losing deals in his life, this time was the first time in more than a hundred years that Allen had reluctantly reached an agreement. If the Council of Truth didn't have something he urgently needed in their hands, Allen wouldn't necessarily let them smoothly achieve their goal of establishing a magic academy and magic tower in the Greenwood Tribe. He had plenty of ways to delay their plans on his own territory.

Of course, despite saying that he was reluctant, Allen hadn't actually suffered much of a loss in this cooperation with the Council of Truth.

The location of the Council of Truth's magic academy and magic tower was finally chosen at Nasir Fortress in Allen's negotiations with Liam and the others. Although Nasir Fortress was still under the control of the Snow Mages and the Raven's Claw tribes, Allen promised to allow the Council of Truth to build important facilities there again without consulting the opinions of the two tribes. In the future, it might attract opposition from Maggot Eye, Tim, and others, but Allen was confident that he could find a way to make them compromise.

Moreover, to be honest, as a front-line fortress, Nasir Fortress needs to guard against the Elven Kingdom and the Drow Federation in the north. The magic academy and magic tower of the Council of Truth are also a kind of reinforcement for Nasir Fortress itself.

At the same time, the Council of Truth also agreed to engrave a set of knowledge of the basic alchemy system in the Council and send it to Allen. Moreover, if the Greenwood Tribe has outstanding alchemy talents, they can also go to the Land of Ice and Snow to study and improve, as long as they can obtain the approval of the newly built Magic Academy of the Council.

When Allen gains a foothold in the Mansa Alliance and has greater power, he must also support the Council of Truth in building new magic academies and magic towers in Mansa City…

… …

There are not many clauses, but the content is very detailed, and under the witness of some mysterious power that Allen did not know, both parties left their soul imprints on a magic parchment scroll.

When the contract was reached, the two sides went to prepare to digest it. Allen lived alone in the hotel. When he was bored, he took the contract and examined it carefully, vaguely feeling the real reason for the other party's actions.

It seems that the Council of Truth is not optimistic about the future situation of the Land of Ice and Snow. What they are doing now seems to be to leave a spark for the Council, so that their beliefs that they have pursued for many years can take root and sprout again in other parts of the Feyman World and grow again.

Looking at the map again, and thinking about the surrounding situation that Abel had shown him before, Allen couldn't help but feel a bit of sympathy and admiration for them.

The next day, early in the morning, Allen went to the Truth Library and handed the obsidian rune to a legendary mage curator with pure white hair. Without any difficulty, he easily obtained the information he wanted about the power of faith, which the Truth Council had researched for countless years.

With the information in hand, Allen didn't plan to stay in this unfamiliar city any longer. Without even saying goodbye to Abel and Liam, he quietly crossed the tall city walls late that night and sped north.

Above the vast mountain peaks, in the Ice Crystal Tower, Liam, Abel, and several unfamiliar faces appeared in the core hub of the magic tower. In front of them, a phantom city outline floated in the empty space. If you compared it to Crystal Frost City at the foot of the mountain, it's not hard to see that this virtual city outline is actually a miniature of Crystal Frost City.

A brilliant white spot of light slowly floated up from above the virtual city, and then headed north. Looking at this disappearing white spot of light, the emotions contained in the eyes of Liam and the others also disappeared with it.

"No matter what, this is a good attempt. As for how the future seeds take root and sprout, it depends on their own abilities and luck. All we can do is this."

Abel closed his eyes and said slowly, "A greater cloud of war is forming. For our council and the Ice and Snow Kingdom, time is running out. The next sounding of the war horn may be our council…"

… … … …

"A bunch of lazy good-for-nothings! ! Get up and work for me! ! !"

"Believe it or not, I'll let you go hungry tonight! !"

Pa pa! !

The whip cracked in the air. At the mouth of a fairly steep valley, an army was stationed, and in the army's desert area, there was a group of alien slaves, wearing tattered, old, and dirty clothes, struggling in the soil.

Among these slaves, there were goblins, trolls, ogres, and other wilderness natives, but more were orcs with blue faces and fangs, cruelly commanded and whipped by human overseers, each with a face ashen as death, their eyes dim and lifeless, like walking corpses.

Allen looked down at everything happening below. At first, he was just like a passerby, with no feeling at all. After all, in the wilderness, alien slaves are treated the same way. In the early years, the actions of Allen's tribe were not much more noble than those of the human army in front of him, so he didn't think there was anything wrong with it. Everything was just the law of the jungle.

Since that in-depth conversation with Abel and the others, and after thinking deeply in the Crystal Frost City hotel, Allen decided to take a good look at the actions of the human kingdom along the way back.

And looking down this way, Allen did feel the human kingdom's preparations for the future. For example, the Four Seasons Kingdom had built several new defensive works in the direction adjacent to the Ice and Snow Kingdom and the Orc Empire, which are now gradually taking effect.

Like the fortress under Allen's feet, if it is successfully built, then the most critical commercial hub between the Ice and Snow Kingdom and the Orc Empire will be completely blocked by this fortress. As long as the owner of this fortress no longer allows merchants related to the Ice and Snow Kingdom and the Orc Empire to come and go, then unless they reopen a trade route, or take a long detour, it will be difficult for merchant goods to travel back and forth between the two places.

"… …"

Allen passed by silently, and was about to leave when suddenly, a shrill and horrifying howl came from the military camp below.

Allen, who hadn't planned to do anything, curiously sent his mental threads down, penetrating into a military tent from which the sound came. The scene inside directly reminded Allen of an unbearable image.

In the human military tent, a dozen or so messy-sitting, disheveled human rough men each held one or two females of different races, rudely and cruelly pinching the females' plumpness from time to time, and then laughing wretchedly at the females' screams of pain.

Outside the central tables and chairs in the military tent, near the entrance, a female bear goblin was constantly struggling under the clamp of two human soldiers, desperately and helplessly making beast-like roars, her eyes looking at a human cook's chopping board about one meter away from her.

"Let me tell you, the most delicious thing in this world is a bear goblin cub of about three months old. After removing the internal organs and marinating it, then put it in this steamer and steam it, the taste… … … …"

The armor on a human leader was scattered on his body, making a clanging sound with his rough movements, but he couldn't suppress his excited talk about a delicacy he had explored.

"It's still the leader who knows how to enjoy it. In my opinion, that so-called 'God of Cookery' is just trash in front of you! !"

Some humans echoed the leader's words, flattering him. The dozen or so humans in the field were indifferent to the cruel scene in front of them, and some even enjoyed it very much.

So-called civilization is just a disguise. For some beings among humans, any creature that is not of their race is just their prey. Even heretics among their human race are not considered their compatriots in the eyes of these beings.

And this way of thinking is especially prevalent in human armies whose mission is to kill and have devout faith.

Although Allen didn't see the bear goblin cub being steamed with his own eyes, the penetration and feedback of the mental threads of a demigod powerhouse made the picture he constructed in his mind at this time much clearer than what he saw with his eyes.

The goblin cubs who were stripped of their fur and steamed on the steamer made Allen's thoughts suddenly pull back to the scene where he was humiliated by the kobold Bonecrusher and swallowed the flesh and blood of his own clan, enduring disgust and nausea.

All that he has sought in his life of struggle is for the Green Field Clan to live peacefully in the Green Field Plain. And when he now embarks on the road to becoming a god, although the pseudo-god image he has established was originally the 'God of Cookery' on the path to gourmet food, he can't stand the fact that his devout believers are basically the goblins in the clan.

When goblin believers pray, they inevitably project their prayer wishes in the direction of the guardian of the goblin clan, which also means that Allen is actually subtly influenced by the prayers and beliefs of the believers, and gradually expands the goal of protection from the Green Field Clan to the goblin clan.

The painful memories in his mind, as well as the subconscious belief in protecting the goblin clan, made Allen, at this time, finally have a spark in his heart when he saw his compatriots suffering so tragically, and it began to rise.