Green Monster Epic

The military camp of one hundred thousand people was silent. Even breathing was deliberately restrained by everyone. At this moment, even a needle falling on the ground would sound somewhat ear-piercing.

In front of the military camp gate, twenty-four piles of minced meat, as well as the half-buried corpse stuck in the ground, were originally unremarkable in the past experiences of the wilderness natives who were accustomed to seeing the world, but now, when they were imprinted in everyone's eyes, they were so terrifying. I am afraid that everyone will remember everything they encountered today for the rest of their lives.

"You!!"

The dwarf goblin Lowry's eyes were about to split. After finally getting rid of the damage Alan caused to his sea of consciousness, he stared at Alan, his fellow demigod, with a livid face.

However, in the eyes of the other six legends, this dwarf goblin's seemingly angry face could not hide his essentially weak nature.

As for the six of them, after suffering such a big loss under Alan's hands, they naturally kept their mouths shut very rationally.

This legendary figure simply used the pressure of his eyes to completely eliminate their will to resist. That kind of self-awareness brought about by the absolute difference in strength made the old rogues in the wilderness, who had always respected the strong, very sensible in lowering their mentality.

Even among the twenty-four commanders who had just been brutally slapped into minced meat by the heavy sword, there were people from their own tribes.

"Remember everything that happened today!"

Alan directly ignored the dwarf goblin Lowry's actions, and slowly rose to a height of tens of meters. The heavy sword he was lightly dragging in his hand still had the blood stains from slapping people before.

"This time I will make an exception and will not hold you accountable for the mistakes you have made before, but from now on, everyone must obey the rules I have set and listen to my command!!"

"I will give you half a magic hour to pack up everything and prepare to set off north!!"

The previous behavior and methods have been enough to deter people's hearts. Alan no longer needs to do anything else. Next, with a few words, a group of wilderness warriors who had long been frightened were now as docile as sheep. As soon as the order to disband was issued by the surrounding officers, they rushed towards their respective camps with extremely swift movements.

Even the powerful children of these large tribes were killed if they were said to be killed, so this demigod would not be soft-hearted when dealing with himself and other low-level grunts!

A group of seemingly unruly wilderness warriors, in fact, which one is not an old rogue among adventurers? Even if they don't understand things, the basic rules of survival are always engraved in their bones.

"Do you have any opinions on my handling methods?"

The surrounding soldiers were busy preparing for the departure north. Alan fell from the sky, condescendingly overlooking the seven powerhouses, and asked indifferently.

"No problem!"

"We will listen to your Excellency's arrangements!"

The six legendary powerhouses forced a smile, not showing the slightest dissatisfaction.

Even Lowry, whose face was the most ugly, was now gloomy and did not speak, which was already an expression of his attitude.

In the face of a huge gap in strength, the dwarf goblin, who had calmed down, did not have the courage to provoke the demigod's power.

"Then I hope everyone can cooperate happily this time!"

"Happily..."

"Chieftain, there are still more than two hundred soldiers who have not returned to camp,"

Neil, the bear goblin, who had been treated for a while and regained his sanity, and could barely move, was not afraid of Alan punishing him again, and directly asked about the follow-up of his mission.

"Kill them!"

"Yes."

After delaying for a long time, the first batch of 100,000 soldiers who came to the Northern Territory to report finally set off and headed for the distant northern border.

Alan's show of power in the morning not only brought back the scattered morale of the soldiers in the army, but also helped the Northern Territory officers control this army and clear obstacles.

When they arrived in the Northern Territory, among the powerhouses who came with the army, there was no one who could compete with Alan. After beating the seven legendary powerhouses, Alan took the opportunity to take over the military power in the army.

The only thing that could restrict Alan's actions was probably Manu, the half-elf Northern High Priest from the New Sprout Church, who controlled the Divine Arts Group and the Spellcaster Legion, which were independent of the army.

It's just that the relationship between the Oak Camp and Green Field, and even the larger Thorns Ring organization, is very good except for the newly joined Hochia Federation. The status of the various tribes in the Northern Territory in the Oak Camp's pantheon is gradually becoming the trend of their basic followers.

In particular, the Oak Church is increasingly valuing the three tribes in the Cato Mountains. Since the eternal sleep of Sylvanas, the Father of Oak, their influence on the various tribes in the wilderness has been declining. Now there are only a few die-hard tribes with a large number of believers, including the three tribes of Cato.

Although the Green Field tribe has developed its own church, Alan is still in the exploratory stage and is still hundreds of thousands of miles away from truly becoming a god. He will definitely not offend the Temple of Nature early and expose himself to the public.

In addition, Alan himself, out of respect for Sylvanas's actions and the relationship with Master Oscar, has not allowed his people to deliberately target the clergy of the Oak Camp, and still allows them to preach in the three tribes.

The high-level members of the Oak Camp also know the path Alan is taking. They are also pretending to be confused. Before they reach a unified opinion to kill Alan, what they can do is to absorb more believers among the three tribes to curb the development speed of the Food God's believers and slow down Alan's pace.

Both sides have their own plans, but what is shown on the surface is a peaceful and friendly picture, which is more harmonious than the temple forces such as the Church of Nature.

After taking over the military power in the army, Alan inserted the military talents from various tribes in the Northern Territory that he had already selected. The benefits of his previous ruthless actions were naturally revealed.

With more than twenty missing commander-level high-level officials, the remaining dozen or so commanders were also frightened enough. After Alan's strict but fair assessment, the unqualified guys were directly thrown out of the army by Alan. In the end, only five commanders with some real talent were left.

The original commander level was almost completely cleaned up, and there was not much resistance to inserting his own talents in the Northern Territory. Then, these mixed soldiers were classified according to their race, occupation, etc., and reorganized into new legions. A large number of middle-level backbones were cleaned up or inserted, and soon a brand new army appeared in Alan's hands.

By the time the army marched all the way north and arrived at the Cold Wind Ridge, where the new city was being built in full swing, this scattered new army finally gradually took on some appearance.

"Clan Chief Alan, why did you personally lead the team here? Are you missing us sisters in your heart?"

"If you miss us, you can actually just send someone to send us a message. There's no need for you to make this trip!"

Just as he arrived at Coldwind Ridge, Matron Deborah and a few other matrons gracefully flew over, playfully teasing Alan with giggles as they approached.

Alan really couldn't understand why these matrons, knowing he had no interest in them, always enjoyed making fun of him.

"I just wanted to know about the war in the north."

"Oh."

The matrons immediately put on disappointed expressions, making one wonder if they were truly infatuated with Alan.

"I didn't expect you guys to be so fast. The city's foundation has already been rebuilt."

Alan glanced past the matrons, his eyes drawn to the bustling construction site, which broadened his horizons.

In fact, the destruction of Coldwind Ridge wasn't entirely a bad thing for the Drow matrons; it gave them the perfect opportunity to rebuild a brand-new fortress castle.

When the Raven's Claw first established Coldwind Ridge, it was simply because it was where they started, and the surrounding area had enough resources to support the large tribe.

As for how to build and plan the city, how to strengthen the city's defenses through construction techniques, or how to transfer the huge impact on the city walls to the earth through the foundations...

These were knowledge that the gnoll leaders who built the city back then couldn't possibly grasp. They only knew that the sturdier the building material, the better, so they desperately piled it on. The thicker the city walls, the more secure they felt.

Anyway, the two neighbors to the north were at peace at the time. Except for the native tribes in the wilderness causing trouble, there were hardly any incidents of sieges and exterminations.

When the Drow matrons took over the city, they saw the crude architectural style of the city walls and the completely unreasonable internal layout. They originally planned to simply tear down the city and rebuild it.

However, after the city-state matrons who had migrated from afar discussed it, they realized that they didn't have enough resources to rebuild the city, unless they poured all their assets into it, which was obviously impossible.

Moreover, the elves and the northern tribes were full of malice towards their existence, so how could they dare to carry out such a time-consuming and massive project in full view of everyone!

Under various concerns, the Drow reluctantly accepted this crude city and settled down in it.

Now that the elves had helped them make a choice, and they had not only reconciled with the northern tribes, but also received support from them, it was the perfect opportunity for the Drow matrons to build a stronger and more solid fortress castle in the style of an underground city.

"If there's anything you need our help with, just ask."

Alan withdrew his gaze, suddenly thinking of something.

"It just so happens that my Green Lake Town is also planning to build a new city. If you don't mind, I'd like to send some craftsmen over to learn from you."

Since obtaining the architectural blueprint in the human capital, Alan, upon returning to Greenwild, had begun planning to transform Green Lake Town into the true core, an unyielding city, of the Greenwild tribe.

However, just having the blueprint wasn't enough. To build the city into the solid and powerful fortress that Alan had seen and felt, he also needed various materials and professional talents.

In recent years, the Greenwild tribe had done a lot of construction and siege warfare, and had also built a sizable city like Fort Fart, which Alan was once proud of. But after witnessing the royal city that could withstand the attacks of gods and carefully studying the architectural blueprint that was the culmination of human efforts, he realized how crude and不堪 were the cities in the wilderness.

The development potential of Fort Muer had already reached its limit. Even though the Thorns Ring had developed the Cantor Mountains in recent years, increasing the fort's profits every year, the fort's territory, sandwiched in the middle, simply couldn't meet the basic livelihood needs of the tribe's growing population.

Only the Greenwild Plain, with its improved climate and increased rainfall, had large tracts of land that were once barren but could now be developed into good land for farming and grazing.

Most importantly, there were no other powerful competitors around this land. As long as the Greenwild tribe developed and planned reasonably, even if the Greenwild population grew to over tens of millions, it could still be accommodated.

Therefore, Alan had already decided in his heart to make the Greenwild Plain the foundation for the tribe's future.

Now that the focus was on developing the Greenwild Plain, the importance of Green Lake Town became prominent. The previous free development model, which had almost no defenses, was naturally not advisable.

Fortunately, this trip south had been extremely fruitful. It seemed that even the goddess of luck was favoring the Greenwild tribe, sending them whatever they needed.

Currently, Green Lake Town was surveying the land and preparing resources. When Alan saw the unique architectural style of the Drow, he had a sudden inspiration and asked.

"No problem, we're short of manpower here!"

The Drow matrons were now very close to the demi-god of the bear earth spirit, hoping that he could allocate more resources from the alliance to them so that the new Coldwind City could be built as soon as possible.

Moreover, he was kind enough to bring the alliance's reinforcements to the surrounding area, which invisibly made the Drow's construction of the new city safer.

As for the professional secrets of building a new city, how could they be easily understood by others? As long as the other party didn't know the key points, what harm would there be in letting them learn a little bit of the superficial knowledge!

"That's good. I'll have someone come to learn from you and help out."

Alan smiled slightly, his expression even gentler: "Don't be polite at that time, let them do all the hard and tiring work."

"Giggle, Your Excellency Alan, are you mocking us?"

Lilian娇嗔 said: "Even if we are short of manpower, we won't let guests do those dirty jobs!"

Looking down in the direction of the Drow matron's gaze, what came into view was a cruel corvée.

On the ground construction site, a group of elven warriors who were once high-spirited on the battlefield were now like a group of numb walking corpses, mechanically waving the tools in their hands.

On their shoulder blades, chains passed through, forming a string. The heavy movements caused them to feel piercing pain with every move.

But perhaps the brain's self-protection mechanism took effect, and even such pain no longer affected them. Their faces were filled with numbness and grayness.

In just over a month, the elven prisoners' originally strong bodies could now only be described as emaciated. Coupled with their numb and sluggish expressions, they were simply a skeleton wearing a skin.