Green Monster Epic

The atmosphere of celebration lingered in Nur Fortress for quite some time. Although it was only a celebration for a newly advanced Legendary powerhouse, the significance of this new Legendary powerhouse was extraordinary for the vast majority of ordinary members of the tribe.

Everyone knew that Demigods were strong, but the exact extent of their power was difficult for most ordinary goblins in the Green Field Tribe to truly grasp. After all, whether it was a Legendary or a Demigod, they could easily crush ordinary goblins like ants with a casual flick of their fingers, turning them into a pile of minced meat.

Although the outside world had always proclaimed that Chieftain Allen was the number one powerhouse among the Northern Tribes, and everyone took pride in this, many goblins had personally witnessed the magnificent feat of the Chieftain killing another powerful Legendary with a single sentence. However, in the simple minds of the goblins, the strength of the Chieftain alone did not necessarily equate to the strength of the entire tribe.

But now, after Arbard's advancement to Legendary, things were different. In terms of the number of Legendary powerhouses, the tribe was undoubtedly the first among the Northern Tribes. Leaving aside the human Legendary, Eric, who nominally belonged to the tribe but remained in a semi-transparent state, there were now four Legendaries of goblin origin.

The other tribes, excluding the drow who were outsiders, had at most three Legendaries. This simple numerical superiority was the easiest for ordinary goblins to understand.

Moreover, Arbard's profession as a newly advanced Legendary was that of a mage, a rare breed even among wilderness powerhouses, which naturally filled the tribe with a strong sense of pride and honor.

Allen was also very happy. The more Legendaries in the tribe, the more it proved the tribe's thriving prosperity. With these three Legendaries guarding the tribe in the coming centuries, Allen could also travel far with peace of mind, or oversee matters such as guarding Mansha City, without having to constantly prioritize the tribe's safety.

"…To be honest, I was a little surprised that you were able to advance to Legendary this time. When I extended your lifespan, my original intention was just to let you live a few more days and truly enjoy life, but I didn't expect you to have such a firm belief in your own goals. Your current achievements are well-deserved."

The celebration exclusively for Arbard naturally required the protagonist to appear. For an entire week, he communicated with the other tribes' Legendary powerhouses, who were once unreachable, and established friendships.

After everything settled down, Allen finally appeared before Arbard and had a conversation with him.

"What are your plans next?"

"…I actually still want to continue delving into the mysteries of magic. Although I was fortunate enough to advance to Legendary this time and have more time to continue the path I haven't finished, after all, I wasted a lot of time before advancing, and I feel that the lifespan I gained may not be comparable to other Legendary powerhouses."

"So, if you, Chieftain, agree, I hope to at least advance to the intermediate stage of Legendary before considering other aspects."

Facing Allen, Arbard still maintained a respectful attitude. However, now that his status had been elevated and he had gained a lot in the path of magic, he did not, like Svara, the earth goblin, think about stopping his own improvement after advancing to Legendary.

"If you want to improve your strength and continue to delve into your magical research, I and the tribe will fully support you. I have already instructed the tribe's treasury manager to prepare a batch of resources for you and fully support you in building your own mage tower in Nur Fortress."

"Besides that, do you need support in other areas?"

Allen nodded, not surprised by Arbard's choice. This child took the initiative to go to Fort Fatte to endure hardship and station there in his middle age, and to study and record the possible climate changes after the opening of the passage to the endless sea in advance. Whether it was loyalty to the tribe or the display of ability and vision, he was a good seed.

If Allen hadn't advanced to Demigod himself, with a lifespan far exceeding Arbard's and a high probability of dying later than him, he would have wanted to cultivate this child as the tribe's leader successor.

In comparison, the simple-minded Cole and the extremely selfish Svara may not be inferior to Arbard in their feelings for the tribe, but they were far behind in terms of vision and talent.

"Chieftain, there is actually no need to build a mage tower specifically for me. I think the prototype mage tower in Green Lake Town is quite suitable for me. At that time, I will draw some spell models and magic activation devices myself, which may not be much worse than the mage tower of the Magic Academy."

Arbard was actually a little apprehensive about Allen's fanfare for himself and putting on such a celebration. At this celebration alone, he made a lot of money from the gifts sent by envoys from surrounding tribes and Legendary powerhouses, directly turning from a pauper into a millionaire.

Moreover, Allen himself was also generous and directly gave Arbard a Legendary Codex, which was a trophy that Allen had obtained in his early years when he went to Cold Wind Outpost with other wilderness powerhouses to attack and kill Legendary Matriarch Maeve, Legendary Spellcaster Vicki, and others.

If it weren't for Arbard's advancement as a spellcaster, this Legendary Codex, which could store three eighth-tier spells and seven fifth-tier spells, would probably have been gathering dust in Allen's dimensional bag for who knows how long.

In addition, Allen also gave Arbard a lot of jewelry, magical plant herbs, and equipment materials for Arbard to match his own magical equipment.

These materials alone were probably worth more than 500,000 gold coins, not to mention the Legendary Codex, which was even more valuable. Of course, in the wilderness tribes, the equipment of spellcasters was relatively less valuable than in the northern and southern continents, but it was rare. If Arbard had to prepare it himself, it would probably take decades to create such a codex.

The more Allen gave, the greater Arbard's guilt. The longevity dishes that the Chieftain had spent a huge price to prepare for him had already made it difficult for Arbard to repay. Now, he was giving himself so many resources and equipment, and even said that he would let Arbard build a mage tower of his own, which made Arbard feel overwhelmed.

"You probably don't know, we sold a batch of magic food recipes last time and made a lot of money. The tribe doesn't dare to say anything else now, but when it comes to resources and money, the surrounding tribes combined may not be comparable to our tribe, so you can rest assured and do it boldly. The tribe can afford this little bit."

"Anyway, building the Mage Tower will also strengthen the defense capabilities of our Mul Fortress. Passing it down in the future won't be a loss."

Allen said to Albard with a comforting tone and an unquestionable look on his face.

"In the future, you will be stationed at Mul Fortress. It's very close to Nasir Fortress, making it convenient for you to visit the magic academy to consult materials and communicate with other mages."

"...Alright, thank you, Chieftain."

Albard ultimately couldn't refuse and accepted Allen's gift.

Goblins who are loyal to the tribe and possess talent and aptitude should receive more resources to help them improve faster. Allen didn't think there was anything wrong with elite cultivation methods. The wilderness is inherently a place where the weak are prey to the strong. The tribe's stable development still depends on these promising individuals.

Moreover, Albard, this short goblin, doesn't have a strong desire for power. His goals and mind are firm enough that there aren't many ways to win him over. Fortunately, he has deep feelings for the tribe and is loyal enough to himself. Since that's the case, Allen simply used resources and equipment to create a mage legend who felt indebted and grateful to the tribe.

"You've probably been working hard these past few days. Go back and get some rest."

Seeing that Albard had accepted these things, Allen patted this younger goblin, who looked much older than himself, with great relief and said with concern.

Albard quickly excused himself. He also felt a lot of pressure in his heart. The more resources he received from the tribe, the more uneasy and apprehensive he felt. He was also afraid that if he lingered any longer, the chieftain would give him even more things, which would be troublesome.

Not long after Albard left, a figure walked in from outside the door. It was Figlas, the dragon who hadn't been seen for a long time.

"Not bad, you've gained another legendary subordinate this time. Your tribe's strength has reached another level!!"

Figlas had already arrived at Mul Fortress. This time, the city's celebration also meant there were free delicacies to enjoy. As a gluttonous dragon, he obviously wouldn't miss this opportunity.

It wasn't until the celebration ended and there were no more free delicacies that Figlas secretly approached Allen to see if there was a chance to mooch a few more magic dishes to taste.

"It's all thanks to the blessing of the Goddess of Luck!"

Allen said casually, seemingly downplaying it, but his bright eyes and smug expression betrayed his inner thoughts.

"Tch!!"

Figlas glared at Allen disdainfully and turned to ask, "Has your Food God Society encountered any problems recently? Does the great Devouring Flame Dragon need to enlighten you?"

"No need, you gluttonous fellow. I can't afford to invite you. I don't need any help for the time being."

Allen flatly refused. This guy was obviously craving food again and wanted to pester him to create new magic dishes.

The Food God Society's current development is steady and orderly. As Allen becomes more proficient in mastering the Legendary Dual Tasking feat, the hidden problems in his body have also been weakened by this Legendary feat. The divine consciousness that can be separated at any time is enough to ensure that Allen no longer needs to worry about being distracted at critical moments.

Since allowing believers to preach in Mul Fortress, new believers have been brought in every day. Although a few believers are occasionally false believers disguised as devout believers, most goblin believers are still very devout because of Allen's prestige and idol worship in the tribe. This has allowed Allen to accumulate the power of faith much faster.

Of course, Allen is currently in the initial stage of perceiving the power of faith and exploring its usage. He cannot know how much power of faith he has accumulated, but the frequency of the prayer images fed back from the sea of consciousness and the expansion of the member list sent by his subordinates are enough to indirectly prove the increase in the speed of his faith power gathering.

After the reputation of magic dishes and the magic chef system spread, it not only brought many students seeking knowledge to the Green Field Tribe but also brought Allen many shallow believers and false believers.

The effect of the recipes has gradually been proven. As some people with foresight dig out some surplus chefs from Green Field and go to their respective spheres of influence to work, specializing in cooking dishes for them, it is not too difficult to cook these carefully selected low-level recipe dishes with a large supply and waste of resources and ingredients.

After the dishes are cooked, they are naturally eaten. As mentioned before, the longer a professional is blocked at the low-level threshold, the more solid their foundation is, and the more help magic dishes can provide. Among the forces that purchased the recipes, there are not a few such existences, and naturally, many lucky ones have significant effects the first time they try.

The dishes are effective, and the reputation is getting bigger and bigger. Under mutual assistance, the major forces naturally hope to cultivate a group of magic chefs who can be inherited and continued, instead of always relying on this group of foreign chefs who were dug from the Green Field Tribe at a high price.

Only members who are loyal to their families and have mastered this useful profession can reassure the rulers of the major forces.

However, if you want to learn the basic cooking methods of a magic chef, you have to send people to the cooking school in Green Lake Town or explore these cooking methods and their principles and mechanisms yourself.

Those chefs who are hired at high prices will basically not allow people to watch their cooking methods, nor will they explain the principles and specific precautions of their cooking. Even if they barely peek and learn a little bit of skills, the dishes they eventually cook are completely different from the original recipe dishes.

Because of the sudden increase in students, the cooking academy has expanded several times at once, immediately dwarfing the other academies in the town in terms of scale.

In order to learn cooking skills as soon as possible, students often naturally pray to the Food God during the exam or cooking. Who made the legend of the Food God often combined with cooking, just like forging craftsmen often like to believe in the God of Forging, and those who study cooking naturally think that the Food God will definitely help them.

Although everyone actually knows that there is no such deity as the Food God in this world, it does not prevent everyone from praying to a non-existent deity.

Allen is also convinced that when more and more chefs learn to cook and spread it throughout the Fyman world, there will definitely be a lot of such shallow believers and false believers.