Green Monster Epic

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Crack... Crack...

When the first bolt of lightning struck from the low-hanging dark clouds, it was as if a fuse had been lit. Immediately following, electric snakes swarmed down from the sky, rampaging through the newly constructed Fort Fart.

Labbana, guarding the outer perimeter, and the goblin warriors under his command were relatively safe, with only sporadic lightning strikes. They didn't cause much commotion. However, Rabari, located in the heart of the storm and guarding Chieftain Alan, who was focused on cooking, and the squad of goblin warriors assigned to him, were facing a major crisis.

Several electric snakes struck almost simultaneously at the simple tent where Alan was. Rabari and his men, armed with shields and on high alert, aimed at the fleeting trajectories of the lightning, either leaping high into the air or launching flying spears attached to long ropes directly at the lightning.

Buzz!

Tiny electric arcs danced wildly on Rabari's heavy shield. The hobgoblin, wearing a mask of pain, breathed a sigh of relief. At least he could see that the tent where the chieftain was, still exuding a terrifying magical aura, remained intact.

Around them, refined iron throwing spears sizzled, their shafts scorched red by the immense energy carried by the lightning, stuck diagonally into the ground, turning the grass within a meter or two into a charred patch.

The goblin warriors guarding Alan, though unharmed, looked somewhat comical. The slightly longer hairs on their bodies stood on end, and if their fingers accidentally touched their metal armor, they would trigger tiny sparks. The static electricity always brought an unbearable tingling sensation.

The dark clouds in the sky, seemingly provoked by the resistance of the creatures below, brewed even greater fury. The magical aura intensified within the layered clouds, causing Rabari and the other goblin warriors, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, to involuntarily take a deep breath, summoning the remaining energy and strength in their bodies to prepare for the next round of defense.

Transparent bubbles constantly rose in the iron pot. Each time a bubble burst, it released a rich, mouthwatering aroma. Alan's face remained solemn, the last ingredient in his hand—a five-colored lotus from the Mirage Plane—held carefully in his left hand, while his right hand constantly stirred the iron pot with a spatula.

"Extinguish the fire!!"

At Alan's command, two fire mages swiftly waved their magic wands. A Mage Hand spell and an Air Removal spell landed on the stove almost simultaneously. The raging flames were immediately choked, and the rising fire tongues dissipated by more than half. At the same time, the remaining firewood, along with the fire source, were thrown off the stove by the Mage Hand.

Alan put down the spatula and reached into his dimensional bag behind him, pulling out another scroll. He tore it apart and threw it towards the edge of the pot. A chilling aura quickly enveloped the entire stove, rapidly cooling the soup in the pot.

"Dispelling Magic!!"

Seeing that the temperature of the soup was about to reach freezing point, Alan issued another command. A quick-witted goblin mage immediately took out a scroll, tore it apart, and dropped it onto the frost-covered stove. Traces of frost dissipated before everyone's eyes, eventually turning into droplets of water elements, which were quickly attracted and taken away by the dark clouds in the sky.

The soup, originally filled with colorful hues, had now, after Alan's half a magic hour of cooking, become as clear and pure as mountain spring water. The intense and terrifying magical fluctuations had also gradually subsided with the decrease in the soup's temperature, as if everything that had happened before had never existed.

The soup was poured into a piece of exquisite porcelain as white as jade. Ripples vibrated back and forth on the porcelain walls. Alan watched coldly as the ripples gradually disappeared until the soup was completely still. Only then did he hold the five-colored lotus in both hands, cautiously and carefully placing it in the very center of the round porcelain bowl.

Imperceptible power of faith surged out from the Seed of Faith, enveloping the precious lotus flower in front of him through Alan's hands. Under the guidance of the power of faith, the magical domain power instantly activated the lotus flower, which had already lost its vitality.

The five-colored lotus, without any cooking, just as its stem touched the clear, icy soup, was as if the empty, lifeless eyes of a lifelike dragon had been injected with a trace of divine thought. The entire soup seemed to come alive: indescribable colors faintly appeared on the clear surface, but upon closer inspection, it seemed nothing extraordinary, still a clear and pure scene.

The five-colored lotus turned naturally without wind. The already blooming petals became even more delicate. In a short period of time, most of the liquid in the soup was absorbed by the lotus. Then, the lotus petals withered naturally and turned into nothingness.

The lotus seedpod, which should not have grown again, actually defied the laws of nature and grew and expanded before Alan's eyes, until the lotus seedpod cracked open from the middle and withered, squeezing out all the nutrients to nourish the only cyan lotus seed within.

Just as the lotus seedpod turned into nothingness, the last drop of clear liquid in the porcelain bowl was also completely absorbed. A pure, flawless, jade-like, but also seemingly very illusory, tender green lotus seed was held in the bowl by an invisible force until Alan gently picked it up with his hand.

The vast water elements carried in the dark clouds in the sky also reached their peak at this moment. Without any magical manipulation skills, relying solely on the magical change caused by the accumulation of water elements, countless ice cones condensed from pure water elements fell overwhelmingly towards the ground.

The goblin tribesmen around the fortress, suffering undeserved disasters, dodged clumsily. More frail goblins huddled in the corners of stone houses, looking up at the holes smashed in the roofs above their heads, and the ice cones embedded in the solid ground, shivering.

Rabari tried hard to protect the simple tent, but he didn't expect the magical radiation brewing in the sky to be so extensive, and the number of ice cones falling like a torrential rain. Seeing countless ice cones tearing through the animal skin on the top of the tent, about to fall on the chieftain and his cooking utensils, a feeling of gloom rose in Rabari's heart.

Rabari wasn't worried about the chieftain's safety. On this point, the goblins of the entire Green Field tribe were full of confidence because their leader was the strongest in the wilderness, and no one could defeat their great leader.

Just as the dense ice cones were about to fall on Alan's head, Alan, with a lotus seed lightly pinched in one hand, raised his head, his eyes cold and ruthless. He didn't know when his pupils had turned pure gold.

"Troublesome!!"

The two words were spoken firmly from his mouth, and the space within a radius of more than ten meters suddenly fell into an energy prison. The ice cones in the sky could no longer fall even a bit, as if time had stopped, frozen one foot above Alan's head.

"Boom!!"

His empty left hand grabbed the Bone Cleaver, and the heavy sword suddenly slashed upwards, the surging anger directly blowing away the huge amount of ice cones above his head, and cutting a small hole in the dark clouds filling the sky.

The dense ice cones still fell endlessly. Faint cries and wails came from his ears. Alan, expressionless, flew a hundred meters into the air, looking around at the embarrassing situation. After lightly tossing the lotus seed up and switching it with the Bone Cleaver in his left hand, his figure quickly rushed into the dark clouds.

Crack! Crack!

Lightning flashed and thunder roared. After Alan rushed into them, the clouds rolled and surged violently, and the ice cones condensed from water elements became even denser, smashing out potholes the size of basins on the fortress's solid stone walls and ground.

"Open!!!!!"

Suddenly, a magnificent and majestic voice resounded from within the clouds. At the same time, a crimson light flashed, as if at the beginning of the world, the entire dark sky was split open above the fortress, revealing the deep blue sky within.

After the rain cleared and the support of the enriched water elements was lost, after the last remaining ice cones crashed to the ground, no more danger fell on the heads of the Fort Fart tribesmen.

People came out in twos and threes from their broken rooms and construction sites, watching the hobgoblin leader in the sky who was slowly putting away his golden heavy sword and his flames of anger, with expressions of looking up and infatuation.

"Hoo-roar!!!!"

"Hoo-roar!!!! Hoo-roar!!!!"

The entire fortress was enveloped in the earth-shattering roars of the goblins, who cheered for their great leader. However, Allen in the sky felt nothing. With his divine consciousness controlling his body's actions, he plunged headfirst towards the mage tower on the ground. The illusory lotus seed in his left hand, radiating a faint, refreshing aura, was his primary concern at this moment.

"Help him up!!"

Curled up in his wheelchair and fast asleep, Albad's aura had weakened further as Allen prepared and cooked the new dish. Clearly, if no other hope emerged, Albad's death would occur within the next month or two.

Allen, barging into Albad's resting room, said to the middle-aged earth goblin maidservant attending to the elderly dwarf goblin.

Receiving Allen's instruction, the maidservant gently nudged the sleeping Albad. After receiving a response, she carefully helped the frail body of the dwarf goblin upright, facing Allen.

"Open your mouth, my child!!"

Having spent a large number of precious materials, as well as Allen's own years of accumulated power of faith (unknown to Allen himself), and finally cooking this lotus seed with craftsmanship that could be called divine, Allen gently placed it near the lips of this elderly dwarf goblin.

In a daze, Albad barely opened his eyes. He saw his most admired and worshipped leader, Allen, looking at him with an unquestionable expression. He didn't know why Allen wanted him to open his mouth, but he obediently and slowly opened his lips, revealing a recessed mouth with only a few teeth remaining.

Without the slightest hesitation or reluctance, Allen placed the lotus seed into Albad's mouth the moment it opened. He didn't even consider the ultimate effect of this priceless lotus seed, whether it would truly be as he expected, or whether using it on such a dying old goblin was a waste of a treasure.

Albad only felt something enter his mouth. Instinctively, he gently bit down with his few remaining, blackish-yellow, and incomplete teeth. Without much effort, the object burst on his teeth. Immediately, an infinitely rich taste and an unprecedented, wonderful aura surged from between his lips and teeth, instantly invigorating Albad's withered and declining spirit.

An inspiring stream flowed down his throat, and every organ it reached felt its originally decaying cells shouting silently, powerfully contracting and expanding, allowing Albad to feel a long-lost vitality.

The dwarf goblin's dim, withered, and wrinkled skin now had a bit more luster, and his dry, frayed hair also gained some resilience. Just from taking this lotus seed, Albad's entire spirit had undergone a tremendous change.

"Chieftain, you, what, did you feed me, something..."

Finally able to speak a complete sentence, although still somewhat stuttering, the increasingly rich vitality in Albad's eyes was the scene Allen most wanted to see at this moment.

"It's just something good that will be of great help to you."

Divine consciousness returned to the sea of consciousness, and Allen carefully observed the changes occurring in Albad from a bystander's perspective. Allen, under the control of his main consciousness, smiled and kindly comforted this junior, hoping that with his help, he could be revitalized and become a true legend.

"I... I am just a useless goblin about to die. Chieftain, you shouldn't have used such a precious thing on me."

As a spellcaster who had extended his life to the limit of a goblin's lifespan, Albad found it hard to imagine what the chieftain had fed him. But regardless of what it was, anything that could revitalize his body like this must be a very precious thing. Albad said with some regret.

"You just ate something worth a legendary weapon. Can you still spit it out and restore it now? If not, then hurry up and cheer up, cherish the opportunity and time I helped you win, and advance to legend to repay me and the tribe!!"

Allen was still gratified that at least this child was still thinking of the tribe even as he was dying. If he advanced to legend, his loyalty to the tribe would certainly be higher than that of Swala, the earth goblin.

"Ah!! Chieftain!!"

Hearing Allen say this, Albad was greatly shocked. He was very clear about the value of a legendary weapon. Even if Albad's entire fortune, along with his own body, were sold off, it probably wouldn't be worth half the value of a legendary weapon.

Such a precious thing had been eaten by him. It would be false to say that Albad wasn't moved, but he felt more guilt and regret.

"I don't know how much time this snack I just cooked will ultimately win for you. Instead of feeling sorry for yourself here, you might as well quickly gather your emotions and continue to study your magic!!"

"No matter what the final result is, I believe you are worth it!! So, don't have any burden, go for it, my child!!"

Allen gently patted Albad's shoulder, and at the same time felt the gradually active vitality and the long, stable heartbeat in the other's body. He was also estimating how effective this dish, made with great effort, would be and how much time it could win for Albad.

"At the same time, I will also give you a task. Carefully understand the changes in your body now, and after your body functions are stable, record one by one the characteristics brought by the lotus seed you ate."

"Yes!!"

In a short time, Albad was already able to reach out and clench his fist in salute in front of his chest. Perhaps after a while, when the characteristics of the delicacy were fully displayed in Albad's body, he would be able to move freely and continue his pursuit of the truth of magic.

"You rest for a while, familiarize yourself with the changes in your body now, and sort out the information you have researched. I will go outside to see the situation of the fortress, and we will return to Green Lake Town together after I come back."

Allen suddenly thought that the information brought by the Human Council of Truth this time to establish a mage tower and magic academy in Nasir Fortress might be able to help Albad, so he simply made a decision for Albad.

"But Chieftain, I still think that staying here to study would be more..."

"There is no room for discussion on this matter."

Allen shook his head and said unquestioningly.

Regardless of whether his newly named magical dish 'Continuation of Rebirth' could help Albad extend his life, Allen felt that the final resting place of such a dwarf goblin should be the graveyard by Green Lake, where the souls of the Greenfield tribe's warriors return.

"... Alright."

Albad keenly felt Allen's will and knew that he couldn't refuse, so he could only obediently agree and quickly summoned the maidservant next to him to push him to his study and laboratory to collect various materials.

Seeing this, Allen smiled slightly, and then stepped forward. As he exited the mage tower's door, he happened to see the bear goblin commander Rabali guarding the tower closely.

"Why don't you hurry to the city to help rescue the tribesmen? What's the use of guarding here?"

Allen coldly uttered a sentence, scaring Rabali into quickly explaining: "I have already sent all the manpower around to rescue them, but someone still needs to guard outside the mage tower, so I am guarding here alone to make the rescue manpower more abundant."

"Is that so? Okay, then you guard here."

Allen nodded expressionlessly, apparently Rabali's answer passed.

After dropping this sentence, Allen tapped the ground with his foot, and his body rushed up into the sky, stopping only after reaching a height of two or three hundred meters. A pair of eagle eyes overlooked this devastated fortress.

Fortunately, the previous magic tide was not magic cast by mages. Although it seemed infinitely powerful, with each ice cone and lightning bolt having the power of a fifth or sixth-tier spell, because it was unmanned, it was actually not difficult for warriors above the middle tier to deal with.

It was only the ordinary tribesmen with weak strength in the tribe who suffered some casualties due to being unable to dodge the barrage of ice cones and dozens of lightning strikes. And the streets and buildings built on the spot with stones, although they looked a bit miserable, the main structure was still intact, and only the relatively fragile roofs needed to be repaired.

Seeing this situation, Allen was relieved and patrolled the fortress area back and forth a few times before returning to the mage tower, preparing to take Albad back to Green Lake Town.

Another five thousand words, considered an extra update.