Green Monster Epic

Allen observed the performance of the goblin high-level executives below, even their whispered discussions and expressions after leaving were perceived by Allen, who had expanded his spiritual domain.

"Alas!"

Allen was somewhat disappointed. The tribe's foundation and level were now vastly different from what they used to be, but the talents cultivated always seemed to lack something, at least compared to the talents of the four civilizations he had seen.

However, Allen couldn't quite put his finger on what was missing, and in the end, he could only sigh and give up.

The cooking competition was not a spur-of-the-moment decision. In fact, Allen had this idea long ago, but at that time, the tribe's foundation was insufficient, resources were limited, and Allen's own influence was not enough, so he endured it.

Now, with the continuous improvement of the Culinary Mage system, it has gradually had a solid foundation to become a major professional type. Although it cannot be regarded as equal to alchemy, forging, and other professions, it is not far from it.

In particular, in addition to being able to cook magic dishes that can permanently improve certain abilities and talents, this profession can also improve the diet of the mortal world, add a touch of novelty and color to life, and allow learners to have a means of making a living. Therefore, those who learn this skill are no longer limited to powerful forces or those with this talent. Ordinary people can also learn it, at most they just cannot skillfully master magic cooking.

Therefore, in just over a hundred years, the profession of chef has expanded to an uncountably large scale. Throughout the Ferman world, wherever there are towns, chefs can be seen.

Along with the chef and Culinary Mage system being widely known, there is also the legend of Allen, the 'God of Cookery', who created the Culinary Mage system and developed many new and delicious dishes.

Now that the legend of the 'God of Cookery' has spread, now is a great opportunity to deepen the public's impression of the 'God of Cookery' and its inherent image. Taking advantage of the shocking news of his promotion to Saint, coupled with the title of 'God of Cookery', it will inevitably set off another enthusiastic wave in the civilized world.

As long as this Ferman world intelligent race cooking competition can make a name for itself, then Allen will try to make it continue, and build it into the top event in the culinary world.

By then, even if other church forces want to suppress themselves and weaken the image of their 'God of Cookery', I am afraid it will not be so easy, just like the most powerful deity of the Orc Empire -- "The Challenger". As long as someone initiates a duel or challenge, it will passively trigger the power of the Challenger, contributing pure power of faith to Him.

Of course, all of this is just Allen's beautiful vision. Whether such a layout can ultimately achieve his wishes will only be known through practice. Who made the divine power system so mysterious that Allen has no reference and can only follow his intuition.

Allen didn't have to worry too much about the subsequent resource raising, news dissemination, and other matters. After the instructions were given, the huge machine of the Green Field Tribe began to operate.

However, Allen couldn't be idle either. Many tribal representatives and envoys from surrounding areas visited in advance, which forced him to spare some energy to entertain and deal with them, but the attitude didn't need to be as enthusiastic as it was during his demigod days.

Although the difference between a Saint and a Demigod seems to be only one level, and they seem to be on an equal footing in the alliance, in fact, the Saint's strength and status far exceed that of a Demigod. This is also why Da Vinci has always been the unquestionable leader in meetings and actions, with the other pillars accompanying him.

Matriarch Penny Lai of the Hoggia Federation, Bobier, leader of the Raven's Claw, Tim, chieftain of Snowmi, and the chieftain of Urok.

The leaders of the Thorns Ring seemed to have a tacit understanding and all arrived, regardless of the fact that Green Field had sent out celebration invitations with the celebration time clearly marked on them before they came.

As leaders who came to visit and congratulate in person, Allen naturally had to receive them personally. These leaders and the tribal forces behind them were all Allen's solid foundation. The foundation laid long ago, with his promotion to Saint again, it wouldn't be long before the Northern Territory would become a truly unified union with consistent actions and shared interests.

Even the Drow Federation, which still maintains its independence, whether they like it or not, they will stand on the same front as the entire Thorns Ring team in the future, and it will be difficult to make choices that deviate from Allen's wishes.

Therefore, Allen treated this group of leaders as always, without showing any superior attitude, which also secretly relieved the leaders below.

Just after entertaining the member leaders of the Thorns Ring, envoys from the Oak Church, the Ranger Church, the Nature Church, and other temple forces came one after another to congratulate Allen. Moreover, the envoys who came to congratulate this time were all heavyweight existences in each church, with the lowest being a northern High Priest, a major figure in one area.

Moreover, judging from the communication with them, by the time of Allen's celebration, each church will also send the church's high priest and saintess, second and third in command, which is a great face for Allen.

However, in private, Allen was somewhat worried. The existence of his God of Cookery Society and the natural conflict of interest with the churches made Allen feel uneasy about their sudden fanfare of sending a powerful team to congratulate him.

But Allen also had a strong confidence. Although his divine power was scarce and insufficient, he believed that he would have no problem supporting a tragic battle!

As long as he is in the Green Field territory, has the strength of a Saint, and is in a state of divine power resonance, Allen will have enough strong confidence to face any challenge and encirclement from powerful enemies.

At this time, Allen regretted a little, perhaps he shouldn't have consumed so much divine power in saving Zerang's life, otherwise Allen would have been more confident in a perfect state.

This is not because Allen is too inflated and wants to face it head-on, but because he clearly recognizes his current situation and will never change because of his retreat.

When he decided to embark on the path of becoming a god, it already foreshadowed that similar risks would appear in front of him at some point in the future.

The previous joint efforts of humans and elves and the several assassination attempts by the Nature Church were clear evidence and a manifestation of the church forces targeting Allen's path.

Although the previous few plans failed, and now everyone is maintaining corresponding calmness, and everything seems to be developing in a good direction, Allen will never believe that the other party will really sit back and watch his growth and let himself continue to grow.

Sooner or later, these minions in the hands of the gods will reveal their ferocious faces and launch a fierce attack on their only body until they kill themselves.

Or perhaps, let them understand their own strength, that it is already enough for them to survive the mauling of these beasts!

"Someone, go and invite Director Leslie."

"Yes."

Less than half a day after the servant left, Leslie, the gnome mage who governed the intelligence bureau of Fort Nauer, hurried over.

"I want you to find all traces of the dragon Figlas within three months and bring him a message, saying that I need his help."

"Find someone to contact the Assassin's Guild. I want to issue a task to hire a demigod-level powerhouse to fight for me once at a specific time!"

“. . . ”

Allen didn't care whether Leslie understood his intentions. He just seriously issued instructions to him. While listening attentively to Allen's orders and requests, Leslie's heart also became as if surrounded by the absolute zero of ice, and the whole person was like a walking corpse.

The patriarch, who was as powerful as a god in his heart, was now issuing orders to him that were not explicit, but as a mage, Leslie could not possibly be unaware of the danger hidden behind them.

Even the invincible patriarch needed to seek powerful external aid to prepare. What kind of disaster would this be for the Green Field Tribe and his own family?

Leslie didn't dare to continue thinking about it. He only hoped that Patriarch Allen's current arrangements were just to make this celebration more grand and magnificent.

"Remember, these things must be kept strictly confidential!!!"

"Yes!!"

"I will have Zerang cooperate with you for all the resources you need!!"

"Understood!!"

After instructing Leslie, Allen continued to sink into contemplation, constantly thinking about the manpower and resources available to him.

Although the various churches had greeted him in advance, there was also a hint that they had no malice in this trip, otherwise they could have suddenly appeared at the celebration, which would have caught Allen off guard.

Moreover, the celebration, which would be held a year later, would certainly see the attendance of not only the church forces, but also representatives from over a hundred tribes of the Mansa Alliance, and even heavyweight figures from the Centaur Triumvirate.

Even if the various churches were really preparing to deal with him, they probably wouldn't be stupid enough to do it at the celebration, unless they were prepared to part ways with the various tribes of the Mansa Alliance.

Even if the Mansa Alliance needed the temple churches to contend with the deities behind the four civilizations, they were only in a cooperative relationship with the churches, at least on the surface.

As one of the five pillars of the Alliance, and now the second Saint-level existence after the kobold warlock Da Vinci, Allen, regardless of whether anyone opposed it, was already considered the face of the Alliance to the outside world as the leader of the gnoll.

If anyone disrespected or attacked a pillar powerhouse in front of the envoys of many tribes, that would be slapping the face of the Mansa Alliance, and probably no tribe could stay out of it.

The divine consciousness peeled away the layers in his mind, verifying all the analyses with Allen's main consciousness, giving him great confidence in his judgment of the matter, but this was not enough for Allen to withdraw the layout he had made before. He even felt that the arrangement just now was still not enough, and he still needed to make use of certain resources.

In the wilderness, deceit and backstabbing are commonplace. Allen, who has suffered from them and has also done the same, never believes that being careful and cautious is a disadvantage, even if the price to pay for such preparation is not small.

Even if the temple churches might not have any malice in this trip, it was necessary for Allen to expose some muscles and show his strength to these guys, which might make them more fearful.

"Prepare a dinner tonight and invite the leaders of the Thorns Ring to attend."

"Yes!!"

Allen's simple castle, because of his order, had countless goblin servants beginning to busy themselves, decorating it with gorgeous decorations.

No one dared to neglect Allen's invitation. Even if the leaders of the various tribes had met Allen a few days ago, they did not rashly leave, but continued to stay and play in Fort Nauer, so as to wait for Allen's call.

Unexpectedly, the other party actually invited them again, which did not waste the time and effort of the leaders.

Previously, when Allen advanced to demigod and became a pillar of the Alliance, he had already won many benefits for the tribes of the Northern Border. This could be regarded as the rare enjoyment of the Alliance's benefits by the tribes of the Northern Border in hundreds of years, rather than just bearing obligations.

Subsequently, he made several correct decisions, not only helping the Northern Border to eliminate the threat of elf invasion, but also allowing the tribes to make a fortune on the battlefield. These tangible benefits, even the most ungrateful people, could not deny that the existence of Allen, the leader of the Northern Border, did benefit everyone a lot.

Since they enjoyed such benefits, everyone naturally supported Allen's leadership. Coupled with Allen's means of jointly developing the eastern foothills of the Katoer Mountains many years ago, Allen is now the undisputed leader of the Northern Border.

Now that the other party has once again advanced to the Saint level, becoming an existence in the Fayman world comparable to a god, it has made the leaders of the Northern Border no longer have any other thoughts of setting up their own mountains, and they have already made the psychological preparation to be vassals under the Green Field Tribe.

"I didn't treat you well when you came to congratulate me before, I hope you don't mind."

On a long table that could accommodate dozens of people, there was a full array of various delicious foods, including magic dishes that emitted a faint magical aura. Allen sat alone at one end of the long table, surrounded by the eight leaders of the Thorns Ring according to their strength and closeness.

"It's just that I suddenly advanced to the Saint level, and there are too many things to do, and too many people to entertain, so I neglected you."

"Here, I apologize to everyone with this glass of wine in my hand!"

After saying these words, Allen raised his head and drank the full glass of wine in the crystal glass in one gulp, and then tilted the empty glass towards everyone to show his sincerity.

"Giggle, Lord Allen is really polite, how could we mind!!"

Allen's attitude made the eight leaders representing the strength of the Northern Border very satisfied. At the same time that Allen raised his head and drank the wine, they also quickly raised their glasses and drank the red wine in their glasses at a speed no less than Allen's.

After drinking the wine in the glass, Mother Pennyfeather, who was particularly charming, lightly stuck out her nimble tongue and licked the corner of her mouth, and spoke first. Her watery eyes emitted a strong hormonal aura, rushing towards Allen, who was less than a meter in front of her.

"That's right!"

"Your Excellency is busy, and it's already made us feel apprehensive that you can take the time to entertain us!"

The other leaders echoed.