Green Monster Epic

The meeting with the strongest person in the Wildlands went relatively smoothly. Although Briken mentioned that this Kobold Saint seemed somewhat dissatisfied with Allen, Allen himself hardly sensed any hostility in the other party's words or actions during their actual interaction.

Of course, the other party's purpose in inviting him was solely to learn from him who was truly behind the assassination attempt. To this, Allen steadfastly maintained that the elves were responsible and that no other forces were involved.

As for whether Da Vinci ultimately believed him, Allen didn't care. He had no intention of falling out with the Church of Nature at this time, so blaming the elves for the assassination was the most suitable choice.

Within a couple of days, the demigod Arlen also sent someone to inquire about the matter. Even the demigod Marvin, who wasn't particularly fond of Allen, sent a gift to express his concern and inquire about the circumstances of the assassination attempt.

However, based on the behavior of these demigods, Allen was certain of one thing: these pillar demigods and their respective forces were, to varying degrees, wary and distant from the seemingly detached temple forces in the Wildlands.

Allen was very irritable, but there were others even more so. The Church of Nature's informants planted around his castle dared not relax, and they promptly reported Allen's every move to the church's higher-ups.

Upon seeing natives representing various Wildlands forces entering and exiting Green Field Castle, the Church of Nature's high-ranking members' moods fluctuated accordingly. Although they weren't necessarily afraid of their actions being exposed, the thought of Allen revealing the truth, the damage it would inflict on the church's prestige, and the Wildlands forces taking the opportunity to break free from their control still gave them a headache.

Fortunately, the worst-case scenario that the Church of Nature had anticipated did not occur. The Bear Goblin leader seemed to genuinely believe that the elves were the culprits and had no intention of recanting, which allowed the church to breathe a sigh of relief.

The result was that the alliance council, convened ahead of schedule, ultimately passed the plan to support the Northern Territory, which the core members had already approved. A large batch of supplies originally intended for the Southern Territory was redirected to the Northern Territory. Allen could clearly sense the Church of Nature's influence in this, as they had their faction's tribal representatives cast supporting votes. This contrasting behavior naturally indicated their intention to appease him.

In an atmosphere where onlookers were even more anxious and concerned than the victim, the turmoil slowly subsided, and Mansa City returned to calm. But how many eyes, hidden beneath this tranquility, could truly relax their prying gaze!

Allen re-entered the recuperation phase, instructing his servants to turn away all visitors, until Alvard, arriving late, knocked on the castle gate. Only then did he emerge from the training hall where he had been in seclusion.

The two held a secret meeting in the castle study for a long time. When the morning sun rose on the third day, Alvard, the white-haired gnome whose physique and temperament seemed as if he could be blown away by a gust of wind, once again pushed open the castle gate and returned to the Green Field Tribe.

In the following days, Allen continued to recuperate while urging and supervising the city guard to collect and prepare resources to be transported to the Northern Territory. He also used Zelleron's connections to have the goblins at Moore Fortress prepare to receive these supplies.

To be honest, the three tribes of the Kator Mountains, who controlled the north-south transportation artery, weren't very enthusiastic about the resources and supplies from the alliance. Although the total amount of supplies sent was enormous, they weren't particularly scarce.

The fortress, a strategic location guarding the trade route, could easily acquire any kind of resource as long as one had money. The other two tribes might only invest a small portion of their funds in purchasing supplies due to tribal allocation issues, but the thriving Green Field Tribe had always spent generously on purchasing such resources.

However, for the members of the Thorn Ring organization, these supplies were more significant in that, as Allen gained more influence in the alliance, these tribal forces surrounding the demigod Allen could indeed enjoy benefits and treatment that they had never had before. This naturally gave everyone more confidence in their choice and more trust in the Thorn Ring organization.

Of course, Allen wouldn't let his tribe members give up the benefits that belonged to the Green Field Tribe. Allen specifically reminded them to secure a more favorable distribution plan for the three tribes in the allocation issue. It wasn't that Allen was unwilling to part with these resources, but rather that the Wildlands believed in the principle of 'the strong are respected.' If he acted too fairly, it might lead his followers to believe that he was easy to bully. Therefore, as the organization gradually stabilized, Allen had to shift his tactics from grace and fairness to deterrence, to achieve the effect of uniting the tribes.

Alvard's mood was particularly complex on his way back, filled with worry and fear, uncertainty about the future, and a curiosity and excitement stemming from the unknown, as well as a strong sense of pride and awe, churning within him.

A long conversation with the chieftain all night resolved Alvard's doubts and clarified the reason why Allen could still monitor and understand the Green Field Tribe's situation from thousands of miles away. At the same time, Allen, with a serious and trusting gaze, revealed his future plans and goals to Alvard, making Allen's already tall figure in Alvard's heart even more majestic.

Although he had followed Allen for so many years, witnessing him lead the Green Field Tribe to grow and become stronger step by step, creating one miracle after another, Alvard couldn't help but feel a sense of absurdity and delusion in his heart when he heard the chieftain's next pursuit.

That was a deity, an existence that everyone would involuntarily feel awe and reverence towards just by mentioning the word. Now, it had become the lifelong goal of his chieftain.

When the shock faded and he felt the chieftain's firm gaze and the intense confidence and fighting spirit emanating from his frail body, Alvard felt a strong sense of conviction arise spontaneously: what seemed impossible to others might not be without hope in the face of his most beloved idol and leader!

When Allen then slowly unfolded his secret plan before Alvard, this conviction became even stronger. It turned out that the chieftain had already developed such a large organization under their noses without anyone knowing.

Whether it was out of loyalty to the chieftain, dedication to the tribe, or his own pursuit of truth as a mage, when Allen finally told him to take over the Food God Society and create a more complete church system for him, Alvard only thought for a few minutes before raising his head to face Allen, nodding solemnly and firmly in agreement.

In truth, having walked the line of life and death and advanced to his current strength, Albad's mentality had shifted slightly. He now cherished the limited time he had gained, wanting to roam in the mysterious world of magic and see a bit more of the true face of this world before he died.

Of course, this wasn't to say that Albad wanted to shirk his responsibilities and stop serving the tribe. It was just that he now hoped to find a balance between responsibility and pursuit, allowing himself more time to pursue his ideals.

In any case, with the tribe's current prosperity and vitality, there were plenty of talented individuals to take over the management and supervision of the tribe. He was even inferior to the middle and lower-level goblins in specific management tasks. Therefore, his contribution to the tribe was no longer as important as it once was.

And after reaching the Legendary rank, the growth of an individual's strength was also a contribution to the tribe, especially for the well-known mage profession, which was the strongest in combat power among professions of the same rank. Improving one's own strength to deter all directions was also a contribution to the tribe.

So, in Albad's plan, unless the tribe faced a huge threat like it had some time ago, he didn't plan to hold any important positions in the tribe again, to prevent tribal affairs from taking up his precious time.

However, when Allen told Albad to preside over the Food God Society, to emulate the Oak Church and the Church of Nature in creating a theocratic institution, and to build the Food God Society into a qualified theocratic institution to lay a solid foundation for Allen's goal of ascending to godhood, his heart was actually conflicted.

Having personally overseen the creation of the tribe's army battle formations and strategic training system, Albad knew very well how difficult it was to formulate rules and create a mature organization in an unknown field. Every step required a lot of sweat and effort!!

If he accepted this task, it would probably mean that a large part of his remaining hundred years would be occupied by this matter, leaving him with little time to study and explore the truth of magic. Perhaps the lifespan he had so painstakingly gained would come to an abrupt end after a hundred years.

But deep down, his instinct as a mage to pursue truth and the unknown was constantly tempting him: This was an opportunity to get close to and understand the most mysterious deity in the world. Perhaps thousands of mages throughout the Feyman world dreamed of understanding its knowledge and mysteries.

For the past hundred years, he had basically been studying, understanding, and researching the magical truths related to his studies. Future advancements might still require him to invest energy and resources in this area. But there was an old saying in the wilderness: All roads lead to Mansa City. Facing the more mysterious and profound path to godhood, if he could gain something through the Great Chieftain's journey, it might not be a bad thing for his pursuit of truth.

Moreover, the most important point was that if the Chieftain could really walk this path and become a main god unique to the goblin lineage, then it would likely change the future of their entire wilderness goblin race, allowing them to have a place for their goblin heritage to continue in the wilderness, just like the centaur race on the centaur grasslands.

At that time, not to mention that the Green Field Tribe might really become a powerful kobold tribe like the Pale Night, continuing its lineage for tens of thousands of years without interruption, it would also change the situation of weak goblins being bullied.

Everyone knew that there were three major races in the wilderness, among which the kobolds and gnolls had much higher voice and status in the wilderness than the goblins because of the existence of their respective deities. Even if the Gnoll King was still not recognized by the gods of the Feyman world and was a universally recognized evil god, it did not prevent the gnolls from obtaining knowledge and inheritance bestowed by the Gnoll King through faith and receiving the Gnoll King's protection.

Only the goblin race had a huge population but lacked corresponding status. Although their footprints were all over the wilderness, most of the goblin species either became slaves or vassals of powerful tribes, or could only huddle in barren lands, struggling and suffering. Wasn't the Green Field Tribe two hundred years ago the clearest evidence?

While pondering, he hurried on his way. When he returned to Green Lake Town, Branco, who had already received Allen's divine instructions, knocked on the door of Albad's wizard tower late one night and took him to a mysterious underground labyrinth that Albad didn't even know existed.

After traveling for more than half a magic hour in the unfamiliar underground passage, looking at the many forks in the road along the way, Albad couldn't help but be moved again. Such a huge underground facility probably couldn't be built in just one or two years, and it would inevitably require mobilizing a large number of people.

To be able to keep the entire Green Lake Town goblin high-level management completely in the dark and build such a complex of buildings right under their noses, the energy of this Food God Society must be extraordinary.

As the passage became wider and wider, and more and more fluorite was inlaid between the surrounding walls, Albad's extended mental threads also sensed the existence of many auras.

"We're here, Elder Albad."

At the end of the passage was a heavy gate made of abyss cold iron. Bear Goblin Branco handed Albad a bronze mask, and at the same time, covered his own face with a mask that he used year-round. After Albad tacitly put on the mask, he slowly put his big hands on the doorknob, exerted force to push it inward, and a simple and sacred hall unfolded before Albad.

What first caught Albad's eyes was a lifelike sculpture of Allen's combat heroic posture above the high hall, pieced together from several huge obsidian stones, inlaid with countless jewels and gold. Under the clear light of the fluorite, the sculpture's dark eyes truly seemed to be overlooking Albad, who had not yet stepped into the passage door, like a god.

The sculpture's raised hands tightly grasped a heavy dark gold greatsword, a replica of Allen's Bone Cleaver. Behind him, a cloak fluttered in the wind, deeply depicting Allen's most determined and powerful side.

After focusing on the Food God's majestic sculpture for a while, Albad slowly retracted his gaze and focused it on the dozen or so unknown figures on both sides of the hall, who were also wearing masks.

"Everyone, thank you for waiting. Today, we have gathered everyone here to inform you of an important matter."

"Following the oracle of our Lord, from today onwards, I will relinquish my duties as the head of the Society, and this adult beside me will take over as the head of the Society. This matter can be testified by the High Priest. From now on, everyone must obey the instructions of the new head of the Society."