Green Monster Epic

“Relay my oracle, instruct the Food God Society to mobilize all suitable members to participate in the upcoming selection exams.”

In the vast arena, Alan, the Goblin Chieftain, sat with his eyes closed. Though physically in Muer Fortress, his mental consciousness had traversed the great distance, descending into a secret chamber within Green Lake Town.

The secret chamber was quiet. Only a Goblin, clad in a beige robe, knelt silently before a black obsidian statue of the Food God, over a meter tall.

“As you command, my Lord!”

Within Zerlang's sea of consciousness, a radiant and sacred golden divine power emanated from a pair of pure golden pupils, illuminating the space. Alan's emotionless voice echoed within this sea of consciousness.

Only when the golden light gradually receded and the divine power in his sea of consciousness dissipated, did Zerlang finally conclude his most important daily prayer.

Pushing open the door of the secret chamber, the leader of the Food God Society, wearing a bronze mask, and several high priests in charge of sacrifices, who had been waiting outside, stood up, their eyes filled with anticipation.

“How was it? Did His Eminence bestow an oracle?”

The Food God Society leader, whose true identity remained a mystery, spoke in a low, hoarse voice.

“Yes, His Eminence has agreed to our request to send members to participate in the tribal selection.”

Zerlang said slowly, his eyes revealing solemnity and serenity.

Who could have imagined that a crippled, seemingly useless Goblin who supplemented his family income by selling his labor, would one day gain the favor of the great Food God, becoming a bridge to directly communicate with the Great Lord?

Now, within the Food God Society, Zerlang's status was comparable to that of the leader. Even Kohan, the Third Priest who had once been in charge of their group of believers, now had to be respectful and obedient to his instructions.

“Good!!! Then, according to the lists recommended by your four branches, let them all participate in this selection exam!!”

Upon hearing Zerlang's reply, the leader was overjoyed, his voice even rising a few pitches.

The changes in the tribal power structure allowed the responsible members of the Food God Society to see an opportunity. Initially, they chose Goblins from the lower strata who needed care and assistance as their targets for spreading their faith. These Goblins, due to their own problems or family difficulties, were more likely to reveal their true thoughts to the members spreading the faith, making it less likely to expose the existence of the Food God Society.

But now, after the Food God Society's foundation had been laid and it had reached a certain scale, the identity and status of its believers had become a disadvantage.

For example, recently, when Alan issued an oracle instructing the Food God Society to assist and supervise the Green Lake Town in investigating corrupt members, although the Food God Society's believers were spread throughout Green Lake Town, very few of them could actually access mid-to-high-level information.

Therefore, the Food God Society's actual role in this investigation process was limited, causing the high-level members below the leader to feel somewhat frustrated.

After all, this should be considered the first task that Lord Food God had entrusted to the entire Food God Society. Even though the leader, Kohan, and others had some influence in the tribe, the sense of powerlessness brought about by the fact that most of the Food God Society members were at the bottom of the tribe did indeed depress these high-level members.

Therefore, after everyone sat down and discussed it, they decided to break the current predicament and actively make up for their shortcomings. This led to Zerlang praying to Alan, requesting Alan to allow the Food God Society members to participate in the selection exams for mid-level leaders and supervisors in Green Lake Town.

Even if only a dozen or twenty members of the Food God Society could be promoted through the selection, it would mean that the Food God Society would have a certain number of people in the mid-level, and they would be more prepared when His Eminence issued other tasks in the future.

Alan slowly retracted the mental power he had projected towards the vortex of anger, his mind feeling faint, obviously due to the effects of excessive mental power consumption.

Alan was still very satisfied with the special ability he had just figured out, but he still needed to test how far the limit of this mental descent to Zerlang was. If this function completely ignored the restrictions of geographical range, it would be a greater freedom for Alan.

You know, in recent years, Alan has rarely traveled far. Even when he did go out, he would return within a year or two at most. Most of the time, he was stationed in the Green Field Tribe. Compared to other legendary powerhouses who would travel for decades at a time, Alan's, this demigod's, traveling time was probably not even as long as that of a powerhouse who had just entered the legendary realm.

But there was no other way. Alan valued his tribe too much. He was afraid that something would happen to the tribe during his absence. It was not until the appearance of Kerr, Swala, and the others that Alan could breathe a sigh of relief.

But that was all. Even though there were other legendary powerhouses in the tribe, and humans like Eric and Oscar of the Oak Church could also help protect the tribe, it was still difficult for Alan to make up his mind to go out, because he was very worried that Kerr and the others would not be able to find him when something big happened.

Being too concerned about something will eventually be held back by it. Alan himself did not even realize that he had been restricted to this land by the Green Field Tribe all these years.

Until the emergence of this function, Alan no longer had to worry that when he was traveling or stationed in Mansha City, the tribe would experience turmoil and he would miss the best time because he could not obtain information in time.

Thinking about how in a few decades it would be his turn to be stationed in Mansha City, the appearance of this function really helped him a lot.

The only thing that was a bit troublesome was perhaps that Zerlang, this Goblin whose mental frequency was compatible with his own, would probably reach the limit of his lifespan in a few decades.

But this at least gave Alan a path to expand. Since there was Zerlang, who was mentally compatible with him, there must be other Goblins who were compatible with him. Next, he could continue to explore the magical function of this mental descent while searching for the next Goblin who was mentally compatible with him.

The last time in the South City Security Bureau, he unconsciously differentiated a divine consciousness to deal with the corrupted Goblin. After Alan re-examined and self-checked, he had already taken the most difficult step in the one-mind-two-use specialty.

The differentiated divine consciousness finally no longer seized control of Alan's body when it appeared, but could hover in the sea of consciousness, observing every move of Alan's main consciousness from the sidelines, and communicating with the main consciousness.

This was a very wonderful state. It was as if Alan was playing two roles, talking to each other. In the conversation, Alan could easily perceive the emotions and thinking angles of the other consciousness, but he was always surprised by some of the divine consciousness's suggestions, because this was an angle that his main consciousness had not thought of.

Of course, the Long March had only taken the first step. Next, if Alan wanted to maintain this state continuously and for a long time, he still had a long, long way to go.

However, the aftereffects of the consciousness fusion were gradually diminishing as the two consciousnesses recognized and understood each other. Perhaps after another period, the mental anguish would disappear completely and cease to exist.

Standing up again, Allen decided to end his seclusion. Mastering the dual-minded legendary feat would be a lengthy process, and Allen couldn't continue to seclude himself like this.

Rumble!!

From the northwestern direction of the sky, came a series of faint thunderclaps, but when Allen looked at the palm-sized sky above the arena, there seemed to be no sign of dark clouds. His keen perception allowed Allen to also detect a slight tremor in the ground, as if an earthquake had occurred in the mountains to the northwest.

"Chieftain, you've come out of seclusion?"

The Kobold High Mage Captain, Corin, and his colleagues, who had deployed a barrier of warning spells, sensed the movement of something breaking through their barrier. Just as they were about to raise the alarm, they saw the Bear Kobold leader, Allen, floating overhead, and immediately stopped their casting, cautiously greeting Allen.

"Yes, from today onwards, you no longer need to be on duty here. Reopen the arena as well; my seclusion has ended."

"Understood."

"Where is Elder Cole?"

"She went to the west early this morning and hasn't returned yet!"

"Alright, you may leave!"

The tremor in the ground continued. After hearing the news of Cole's departure, Allen's expression darkened. After casually giving a few instructions, he shot into the sky, heading straight for the source of the tremor.

Ever since Cole and the others were attacked last time, Allen had been investigating who exactly was behind the assassination. However, he still didn't have any definitive information. Although he had a few suspects in mind, he couldn't confront them without evidence.

Now, hearing the tremor in the ground and Cole's departure, Allen couldn't help but feel worried. Was Cole being assassinated again? Although his divine sense told Allen that the possibility was extremely small, he couldn't help but investigate.

… … … …

Cole's heart was filled with disappointment. For more than half a month, she had been looking forward to meeting with Drizzt, but who would have thought that he would stand her up.

The simple-minded Cole was very unhappy. After leaving Corlimber, she wanted to find a place to vent.

Originally, the naturally cheerful Cole had been stationed at Fort Mur, at Allen's request. She had been idle for a long time, and she was already feeling depressed. After experiencing this kind of thing again, the Kobold girl had no way to relieve her emotions. The only way she could think of venting at this time was to find someone to fight with for hundreds of rounds, using high-intensity combat to eliminate the depression in her heart.

Dark Elf Tede was Drizzt's teacher, and even if Cole didn't have much emotional intelligence, she knew that she couldn't challenge the elves of Corlimber. Eric of Greenlake Town's strength lay in his domain, and the actual combat power gap was too large. Cole didn't even have the interest to challenge him.

As for Druid Oscar, an existence that even Cole's own teacher respected, Cole would have to be out of her mind to think about fighting her teacher's teacher!!

So, after thinking about it, Cole still chose the dragon Figglas on the snowy mountains of the Cathol Mountains as her challenge target, even if the dragon was likely not in its lair now.

"Hey!! Old dragon, are you there??"

Crossing over the mountains, Cole familiarly arrived at the volcanic crater on the top of the snow mountain. As expected, the dragon's shadow was nowhere to be seen in the carefully crafted lair inside the crater.

Cole had a cold face, and the more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Everything was going wrong today, making her particularly irritable.

"Old dragon, you better come out now!! If you don't come out, I'm going to tear down your lair!!!"

Facing the empty crater, Cole mustered her breath and shouted loudly. She shouted several times in a row, but there was no response.

Clang!!

The heavy sword Blackfire shone with a cold light, suddenly appearing in Cole's hand. Since the old dragon wasn't home, and her pent-up feelings weren't smooth, she might as well tear down this lair to relieve the depression in her heart.

No sooner said than done, Cole raised Blackfire high, and the anger in her body quickly gathered. Following the opening sky sword technique taught by Allen, she slashed at the towering snow mountain peak, causing a burst of turbulence.

The rolling volcanic crater, with molten lava splashing everywhere, seemed to make the ancient mountain tremble under Cole's sword. Countless snowflakes rolled down from the steep mountain walls, gathering together to form a white snow curtain, heading straight down the mountain.

Not relieved after one strike, Cole jumped high again, the heavy sword as light as nothing in her hands, and then several more anger slashes, tens of meters wide, surged out.

Boom!! Boom!! Boom!!!!

The gale on the top of the mountain seemed to be frightened by the power of Cole's legendary strength. The howling wind gradually subsided, and only one slash after another wantonly destroyed this snow mountain peak that had existed for who knows how long.

Of course, if Figglas, who was currently fooling around somewhere in the Green Field Tribe, saw his carefully crafted lair being destroyed, he would probably turn against Cole and have a big fight with her.

Cole, who was venting her depressed mood to her heart's content, was completely unaware that her teacher was standing quietly on another mountain peak thousands of meters away, watching Cole's foolish behavior.

Allen didn't disturb Cole's foolishness. Although he didn't know exactly why Cole was so angry, based on his understanding of Cole, he was actually clear that this girl didn't really like her current life, but was constrained by her teacher's requirements and her responsibility to the tribe, so she stayed in the tribe.

However, Allen was also helpless. If this girl was released, as long as Allen didn't go looking for her, she would definitely wander around and not return to the tribe.

Moreover, the last time he let her go out to play, she was gone for more than ten years, and it had only been a few years since she came back. Allen certainly didn't want her to go out to play so frequently.

It was rare to cultivate a legendary powerhouse, and Allen hoped that they could contribute to the tribe, rather than letting them act freely according to their temperament.

Half a magic hour passed, and Cole finally calmed down. Looking at the scene that she had destroyed, with almost the entire top of the snow mountain being cut off, she quietly stuck out her tongue, secretly glanced around, and was about to sneak away like a thief.

"Are you just leaving like that?"

A voice came from afar.

I feel like this bottleneck period is very long. Now I don't even know what to write.