Green Monster Epic

Chapter 695 Majesty

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The heavy and solemn cavalry advanced, clearing the road leading south from the Mur Fortress. It was almost dusk, the time when caravans rushed to enter the city, but large numbers of caravans voluntarily gave way to this magnificent and solemn cavalry army.

In the direction from which the cavalry army came, Dunbia, the commander of the three-tribe allied forces, along with several confidants, stared worriedly at this goblin cavalry, who usually lived in peace with them, entering the city, wondering what their purpose was.

The cavalry commander leading the team was Gahl Commans, a high-ranking knight from the Commans family of the former Aginaga tribe. The Commans family was one of the few families in the Aginaga tribe who chose the path of knights, because they knew that as long as their tribe could cultivate a knight, their family would inevitably have a seat among the tribal leaders with real power.

And the reality was indeed so. The original families of the Aginaga tribe, after the Greenwood tribe annexed and digested the tribe's wealth and seized real power, many families declined, and their status in the tribe gradually declined, disappearing among other emerging families.

Only the Commans family, which focused solely on the path of knights, still maintained their original status, and even made greater progress, in this Greenwood hobgoblin-dominated tribe.

After all, the former Aginaga tribal leader, Beryl, could be considered a capable leader, but compared to Alan of the Greenwood tribe, his talent and vision were still far behind.

Under Alan's leadership, the Greenwood tribe's territory was vast, far exceeding the situation during the Aginaga tribe. A wider territory also meant a need for a larger army to protect it, and the far-sighted Alan, although he had only seen the human knight commander's army from afar on the Centaur Plains, confronting and fighting with the wilderness warriors, had therefore paid attention to the knight profession early on, at least willing to try new army systems and combat methods.

Therefore, the knight professionals in the Commans family who possessed knightly talent and embarked on this path were basically able to have a place in suitable positions.

Among them, the one with the highest status and the greatest control of real power was Gahl, the genius of the current Commans family, a high-ranking peak knight of only 35 years old, who commanded one of the few heavy cavalry thousand-man brigades of the Greenwood tribe.

Usually, these cavalry armies would take turns guarding and garrisoning between the Greenwood Plain and the military camp outside the Mur Fortress, occasionally conducting live-fire exercises to patrol and clear the environment around the Greenwood trade route, maintaining the safety of the surrounding area.

When Burt, carrying Alan's credentials, broke into the cavalry brigade's military camp and reported Alan's order to Gahl, Gahl first took Alan's credentials into his hand and verified them with his own military talisman, and then immediately ordered people to blow the assembly horn.

In less than half a magic hour, the cavalrymen of the entire cavalry brigade had already fully armed and completed the assembly, and then, under Gahl's leadership, waved the code table in their hands and slowly advanced towards the direction of the Mur Fortress.

Although Rabauli, the guard commander of the city's south gate, had not received orders from the city lord and tribal chief Alan, he directly let Gahl and his men pass after Gahl showed the complete military talisman in his hand and conveyed Alan's password.

Even at this time, neither of these two commanders knew what exactly had happened in the city.

The merchants coming and going in the south city, as well as the original residents, also vaguely felt the atmosphere of solemnity and killing. The pedestrians on the street became sparse, and many of the merchants who set up stalls and opened shops simply closed their stores and temporarily stopped trading.

......

"Chief!"

Just as the cavalry brigade slowly drove into the fortress, Oliver, Wesley, Hayer, and other high-level officials in the inner city who had finally received the news rushed over, and before they could even catch their breath, they walked to Alan's side and bowed their heads to listen to orders.

Looking at the South City Public Security Bureau surrounded by countless goblin warriors, City Lord Oliver's eyes were deep. Although he did not know what exactly had angered the tribal chief so much, Oliver, who had heard earlier that the Public Security Bureau acted loosely and indulged in such behavior, was not very surprised by this.

To be honest, Oliver did not really like the joint Public Security Bureau's management work in the Mur Fortress. After all, whether it was tax collection or security management, these powers were originally in the hands of the city lord. If there were more joint Public Security Bureau and joint Tax Bureau, and the heads in charge were all dispatched from the court council, Oliver could not intervene at all, so how could he not be dissatisfied with these departments?

At this time, seeing that the Public Security Bureau had angered Tribal Chief Alan, it would definitely be self-deception to say that Oliver did not have any schadenfreude in his heart, but at this time, feeling Tribal Chief Alan's gloomy and solemn expression, he would naturally not show it.

"You guys really did a good job!"

"I entrusted the tribe to you to take care of, but you guys take a look for yourselves, what kind of things are the people working under you!"

Alan glanced coldly at Oliver. In the time it took for Oliver and the others to receive the news and rush over, Alan had already followed Adler's line and dug out more than a dozen heads who were involved in corruption, acting as umbrellas, and other crimes.

Apart from the people from the Raven's Claw and Snow Midge tribes, the remaining half were goblins from the Greenwood tribe, which made Alan even more furious, almost unable to resist taking action and slapping those goblin heads kneeling on the wide stone slab outside the Public Security Bureau into meat paste.

"Chief, can I ask, what exactly happened?"

Oliver mustered up his courage and asked Alan about the cause of the incident.

"Want to know what happened? Okay, just go ask these bastards!!"

Alan glanced coldly at the dozen or so kneeling Public Security Bureau heads on the ground and replied indifferently.

"...Yes."

Oliver took back his gaze from looking up at Alan, hesitated for a moment, and then walked over, really starting to interrogate Adler and the others.

Just as Oliver was interrogating the ins and outs of the matter, a team of goblin warriors sent by Alan to the Fortress Orphanage to carry out the arrest mission, stained with a cloud of blood, dragged several bloody and blurred male and female goblins back.

"Chief, according to your instructions, Orphanage Director Aviva has been arrested and brought to justice."

"During the arrest, Aviva and the thugs she kept in the orphanage stubbornly resisted, and a total of eleven thugs were killed by us. No children in the orphanage were accidentally injured."

After Alan revealed his true face, countless goblin warriors of the Greenwood tribe slowly gathered from all over the South City.

Although Alan did not know most of these warriors who gathered around and joined in surrounding the Public Security Bureau, he randomly selected a group of goblin warriors from among them and asked them to carry out the tasks he assigned. Not only did no goblin defy the order, but basically every goblin warrior was flattered.

This was the influence and control of the leader, who was the spiritual pillar and belief of a tribe, over his tribesmen, and it was also the confidence that Alan had in not caring about delegating power to successive city lords and town chiefs over the years.

He only needed Allen to make a call, and the lads of the entire Green Field Tribe would gladly die for him. Such powerful leadership was the foundation upon which the Green Field Tribe became the strongest tribe in the Northern Territory.

Just like the squad of goblin warriors at this moment, still bearing injuries but with faces beaming with a sense of fulfilling their mission, they threw Aviva and her confidants to the ground, heads held high, reporting back to Allen, content with just a look of praise from him.

"Well done!"

Indeed, when Allen expressed his appreciation to this squad of warriors, the goblins' sense of pride and arrogance was unreservedly displayed in their actions and expressions.

After praising the goblin warriors, Allen lowered his head and turned his gaze to the middle-aged female goblin Aviva, who was prostrate on the ground, trembling and pretending to be dead, not daring to look up. At the same time, his body slowly descended from the height, coming to Aviva's side.

"Raise your head and look at me!"

Allen's toe nudged Aviva's body, which was stubbornly prostrate on the ground, directly exposing her entire face to Allen's eyes.

The old, tearful, and despondent short goblin Aviva could be considered beautiful by goblin standards. Although she was middle-aged, she still had some charm, but now, facing Allen, her face was distorted with fear, and there was no trace of her former beauty. Allen felt disgusted at first glance.

"Tell me, how did you manage to sell the tribe's underage orphans as commodities without being discovered by the tribe's management?"

"Don't quibble, don't harbor illusions. If you honestly tell me, I will give you a quick death, but if you are dishonest, I will let your family's adult goblins be buried with you."

"If no one in the tribe's management is helping you cover up, you couldn't have done these things."

Unconsciously, the divine persona began to dominate Allen's interrogation, because Allen was afraid that his main body's emotions would make him unable to resist slapping this damned, vicious female to death. The interrogation, devoid of any emotional fluctuations, seemed to directly penetrate Aviva's dark heart, causing the female to collapse on the spot, wailing and crying, constantly shouting: "Chieftain, spare me! Chieftain, spare me!"

"I deserve to die! I deserve to die..."

Aviva's miserable scene did not elicit sympathy from any goblin. Although everyone basically didn't know why all this was happening, out of respect and trust for the chieftain, everyone believed that the chieftain must have his reasons for doing this, and those high-ranking supervisors and foremen in the tribe must also have their own ways to die.

Even though the female goblin was acting shamelessly and uncooperatively, Allen's divine persona remained expressionless. He simply squatted down, grabbed Aviva's neck with his big hand, lifted her up so that her head was level with his, and then coldly watched the short goblin female struggle in his hands.

Aviva could no longer make a sound, because her neck and throat were tightly pinched by Allen's tiger-like hand. At the same time, as the choking time increased, Aviva's brain began to become dizzy due to lack of oxygen. The instinct to survive made her start to bite Allen randomly, tearing, kicking, but it was to no avail.

Just when Aviva thought she was about to die, with a thud, her body was directly thrown to the ground by Allen again.

"Huff ~ ~ Hiss ~ ~ ~ Huff ~ ~ ~ Hiss ~ ~ ~"

Aviva greedily inhaled the fresh air. Her heart, which had resumed beating, didn't have time to react before another massive force grabbed her neck, and the same near-death experience passed through Aviva's body again.

Repeating this four or five times, Allen didn't say a word, seemingly just torturing her. But Aviva, who passively experienced death, finally couldn't hold on any longer and gave Allen a desperate, pleading look.

"Now, can you talk?"

"Is it those people who are helping you cover up?"

Allen's cold tone now sounded like heavenly music to Aviva's ears. She no longer cared about so-called morality, nor dared to imagine that she could survive. Now, what she thought was that it would be nice to drag another goblin down with her.

She couldn't possibly be the only one to return to the River Styx, while those guys who had made the same mistakes as her, or even worse, could still enjoy the beauty of life!!!

"The main ones are several supervisors from the Civil Affairs Department, including Supervisor Mason, Supervisor Dave..."

Each time a name was spoken, Oliver, who was not far away and was interrogating Adler and the others, twitched his eyelashes. These supervisors were at least mid-level foremen in the city. With Oliver's understanding of the tribe's power structure and the relationships of the upper-level foremen in the fortress, if they were really involved in corruption, the repercussions would definitely be widespread, and some people in the upper echelons would probably be out of luck.

And as the highest city lord of the Muer Fortress, although Oliver himself had not committed any violations, the crimes of lax management and inadequate supervision would also make Oliver's position precarious.

Tap! Tap! Tap!!

Dense vibrations came from the ground, like a small earthquake. As the crowd on the south street slowly parted, a black torrent of steel rushed towards Allen and his group.

"Whoa!!!"

Neigh ~ ~ ~ ~

Almost perfectly synchronized stops. A neat row of formations extended to the end of the street. The leading cavalry commander, Caleb, jumped off his horse neatly. The clanging sound of armor echoed his vigorous steps.

"Heavy Cavalry Brigade Commander Caleb reports to the chieftain with all the cavalry! Please give instructions, Chieftain!"

Caleb finally had a sense of excitement. In these years, he had risen from a middle-level foreman to become the commander of a thousand-man cavalry brigade. There were few times when he was truly high-spirited and admired by all.

And at this moment today, in front of the worshiped chieftain, Caleb finally had a shining moment. How could he not feel proud?

"Very good."

"From now on, all defense and security of the Namur Fortress will be taken over by your cavalry brigade. Including the City Guard, all department supervisors and foremen in the tribe must put down their work and accept the tribe's inspection and supervision!!"

"Oliver, do you understand now what I want to do??"

Allen's cold voice echoed over the southern city, and the faces of many goblins in the field changed, but more of the lower-level goblin tribesmen just watched a good show with curious expressions, and had the rare opportunity to meet the great chieftain up close.

"It is my incompetence!!"

Oliver raised his head with difficulty, pleading guilty to Allen with shame.

"Since the problem is caused by your jurisdiction, then I will give you a chance to make amends."

"Choose your own people, put down your other work, and personally investigate all the problems in the Namur Fortress for me!!"

"Yes!!"