Green Monster Epic

Chapter 794: The Powerhouses Heading South

“…The coalition organized boasts a scale of over 40,000, relying on the natural defenses of Fort Nasiel, and can basically cope with any potential war threats.”

“At the same time, the members within the organization have reached a consensus that, in addition to accepting the Mansa Alliance's request and dispatching the six tribes' powerhouses to Mansa City, the legendary powerhouses of each tribe will temporarily suspend their outings and travels, and can go to Fort Nasiel to take charge at any time.”

“…It's just that the tribes still have differences in their attitudes towards the Drow Hochasia Federation. Among them, the high-level members of the Dark Elves and Raven's Claw tribes have the most serious resistance, while the Sno-Mi tribe shows a more divided attitude on this matter due to their previous chief.”

“…However, I believe that the Northern Territory needs the Drow as a living force, at least in the current situation, our goals are consistent.”

“…Therefore, I still believe that we should cooperate more closely with the Drow Federation, instead of waiting until the war is approaching before making plans.”

“…I hope that the patriarch can support the Drow's joining the Thorns Ring organization and persuade the garrison chief of Ted Town and Chief Bobier…”

“…Finally, I suggest investing various resources in the warriors and officers of the vassal tribes who join the coalition to help them grow and develop.”

“…Although it seems that the investment in these tribes now does not provide much substantial help, and their military literacy may still not be comparable to the warriors of our three tribes, I think this is an opportunity to promote our Green Field tribe to other relatively small tribes in the Northern Territory!”

“...Patriarch, you dream of building Fort Muir into a city like Mansa City, accommodating the lives of various natives and adventurers. Then, these vassals who are within the scope of the Northern Territory but are attached to the other major tribes should actually be the first objects we should strive for.”

“……”

The rather thick letter in Allen's hand was written by Albad, who was thousands of miles away. It contained not only the plans and actions of the Northern Territory in recent times, but also many of Albad's own opinions and attitudes.

Allen still values the opinions of this wise man of the tribe very much, and it is because of his rise that Allen can safely take turns guarding Mansa City.

Although many of the contents of this letter had already been reported to Allen by Zerang, Allen's devout believer, in the sea of consciousness, Albad still felt that some things had to be told to Allen personally, so that the patriarch Allen could pay attention to them.

Only after the real responsibility is on one's shoulders will one understand the heavy burden behind the power. Albad, who originally only wanted to roam and study in the magic world, can only compromise in the face of this crisis-ridden world and put his limited energy into things that are beneficial to the tribe.

Allen knows in his heart that the tribe's first legendary mage is pursuing his inner desires, and he also knows that delaying Albad's magic research now is actually killing the goose that lays the golden eggs.

Perhaps because of this sacrifice, Allen unconsciously always feels a little guilty towards Albad, and naturally he attaches more importance to what the other party says and the requests he makes.

Of course, the basis of this importance is still based on the premise that the requirements put forward by Albad are reasonable or beneficial to the tribe.

“Thank you for your hard work, everyone. If you don’t mind, why not settle down in my castle.”

After reading the letter, Allen raised his head and turned his attention to the few familiar faces in the living room who were curiously looking at his rest castle.

“Forget it, we can’t get used to living in such a frugal place. No one knows how long it will take for the Alliance to complete its assembly, nor do we know the specific time when the humans will launch a war. We just want to seize the opportunity to have a good time.”

Yogg, the legendary high-level Kobold Warlock, retracted his disgusted gaze and shook his head, rejecting Allen's kindness.

Even in their own less prosperous tribes, the living environment of the powerhouses in the field is much more luxurious than the place where the demigod lives in front of them. They, who are used to enjoyment, really can't bear Allen's empty and simple castle.

Only Nicol, the huge Ogre leader who represents the Raven's Claw in the alliance, nodded, indicating that he was willing to stay and accompany Allen, but the other party also has some pursuits.

“I believe that in Your Excellency Allen's castle, there must be excellent chefs. I only hope to be able to eat different foods every meal.”

“That’s definitely not a problem.”

Allen smiled and nodded.

Although Allen has won some convenience for the Northern Territory, and was relieved of the responsibility of transporting supplies and troops in this full mobilization of the wilderness, as a member of the alliance, they still have to show something. Therefore, each tribe has to send a legendary powerhouse from their tribe to report to the alliance so that they can go to the border to take charge when the southern humans launch a war.

However, compared to the tribes transporting supplies and troops and participating in the cruel war, the risk and effort of the tribes in the Northern Territory sending powerhouses to sit in the central army are much smaller.

Even the alliance pays corresponding rewards each time it issues tasks to the legendary powerhouses. Although this reward is certainly not as high as the daily rewards given by various guilds, it is still a gain, and at the same time, it can serve the tribe, so the powerhouses are not unacceptable.

Anyway, for legendary powerhouses, in general, in situations where they really can't beat the enemy, tactical withdrawal from the alliance is not considered a fault.

And the reason why Nicol, the Ogre tribe leader of the Heart of the Wilderness, who had not yet reached the alliance standard, represented the Raven's Claw in the war was still due to the close relationship between the Green Field and the two tribes. Since Maggot Eye's death, the remaining two legends of the Raven's Claw have been constantly at odds, so no one is willing to leave the tribe's homeland to give their opponent a chance, so they spent a lot of money to hire Nicol to represent their tribe in the war.

Meanwhile, Nicol himself had been paving the way for the future of the Heart of the Wild tribe. As the tribe's population gradually approached the 100,000 mark, they only needed one more legendary powerhouse to emerge within the tribe before he could petition the Alliance for membership.

Before that, he also needed to secure the support of other tribes in the Northern Territory. After all, the rise of a new major tribe would inevitably compress the development space of surrounding tribes. Moreover, a certain proportion of members needed to approve their application after it was submitted to the Alliance.

In addition, Nicol was getting old, and his strength had been stuck at the mid-stage of the Legendary realm for many years. If he didn't find a way to break through, he wouldn't have many years left to live.

"Since everyone has their own plans, I won't keep you. However, don't relax too much during this time. Spend more time visiting chambers of commerce and auction houses, and it's best to buy some suitable items to protect yourselves."

"If the war really breaks out, we will all definitely go to the front lines to oversee the situation. When human powerhouses invade for reconnaissance or similar matters, we will have to contribute."

Afterward, Allen couldn't help but remind these acquaintances.

"Lord Allen, are you also going to the front lines?"

The lizardman assassin, Shilan, couldn't help but be taken aback before asking.

"Yes, I also have to go to the front lines with everyone to oversee the situation. After all, my tribe didn't send a legendary powerhouse this time, so I, as the chieftain, can only fulfill this obligation."

Allen replied with a wry smile.

As a newly promoted pillar of support, Allen was originally scheduled to be stationed in Mansha City. However, this sudden large-scale war preparation by humans forced the wilderness to respond. Compared to the other, more established old guys, Allen lacked the merits to prove himself in his current position. Therefore, after a private exchange with them, Allen once again had to be the one contributing the most.

"They're really bullying us too much!!"

Yogg, Nicol, and others' expressions changed, and they spoke up for Allen in an indignant tone.

"This is the reality of our Northern Territory. Who told us to be on the fringes of the Alliance for so many years, with little presence! But precisely because of this, we must be even more united. We must discuss all the tasks issued by the Alliance in private, striving to ensure that everyone can return safely in the end."

Allen comforted everyone while speaking earnestly.

"We'll listen to your arrangements, Lord."

Nicol, Shilan, and others echoed, at least their facial expressions seemed very sincere.

Afterward, Allen also told Yogg and the others about the current situation of the Alliance. After exchanging information with them, everyone got up and left.

Finally, Nicol, who remained, was led by Allen on a slow tour of this castle, which actually didn't have much furniture or functionality.

"Are you so confident in your tribe that you came to the front lines to oversee the situation?"

Although the gap between Allen and Nicol was now as wide as a chasm, Allen himself didn't adopt a superior attitude, but rather chatted with the other party as an equal friend.

Back then, when the two first met, they were both vassal tribes of the Ajina tribe. But in the blink of an eye, hundreds of years had passed, and the Great Greenwood Tribe, managed by Allen, had become the most powerful tribe in the Northern Territory. He himself was the undisputed number one powerhouse in the Northern Territory.

In contrast, Nicol, this burly and tall ogre chieftain, was still struggling with his tribesmen on the threshold of becoming a large tribe, and he didn't even know if he would see the day when his tribe broke through the threshold in his lifetime.

Therefore, while Allen chatted casually, Nicol himself seemed a little restrained, explaining to Allen with a solemn expression: "Many of the children managed by the tribe are graduates of the Green Lake Academy. Their professional talents no longer need me to guide them, so there's nothing to worry about."

"Moreover, this time I accepted Chief Bobier's proposal to represent their tribe in this mission is actually for my own sake."

"My current strength has been stuck in the mid-stage of the Legendary realm for so many years. Seeing the aura of the Divine Summoning gradually approaching, if I don't think of a way to break through, I'm afraid I won't have the opportunity to see my tribe become a formal member of the Alliance."

Nicol's face was filled with regret and bitterness, and even in the depths of his eyes, there was a hint of jealousy and envy, which inevitably showed when he occasionally looked at Allen.

"If you need anything, just tell me. The Northern Territory needs more tribes like yours to develop and become stronger."

Allen was also unable to help with matters such as advancement. After all, this kind of thing required luck and one's own efforts, and the help of others was not very effective.

"However, you should also be aware of the risks on the battlefield. If you really die in battle, have you clearly explained to your tribe who your successor will be?"

Seeing that Nicol had plans to take risks, Allen couldn't help but ask a sharp question, and he wasn't worried that this ogre friend would feel resentful.

"This matter has already been explained. If I really die in battle, Loher will take my place at that time and continue my dream."

"At that time, it will inevitably be coveted by others. I hope that Lord Allen can help this child gain a firm foothold and resist the ambition of others to divide my tribe."

After hundreds of years of getting along, Nicol believed that he had a good understanding of Allen's demigod character, and he had maintained his friendship with Allen since his early years. At this time, he directly made a request to Allen, and he was still somewhat apprehensive in his heart.

"Don't worry about that. Even if you don't say it, I will let the Heart of the Wild continue to exist. We have supported each other for so many years. As long as I'm here, no one else can think of taking your tribe."

Allen nodded solemnly, making his promise.