Green Monster Epic

This time, Alan didn't conceal his identity when he came to Fort Fat. As he flew through the air, dozens of leaders in charge of the city, starting with the garrison commander, were already waiting for his arrival at the city gate.

Behind them, there were also more than two hundred elite members drawn from the Green Field Tribe, who had rushed from the city to assemble. They had been waiting in this fortress, where their presence in the tribe was extremely low and the living environment was harsh, for many days, but they never knew the reason why the tribe sent them here.

Merely finalizing the recipe and the matching cooking skills is not enough to complete a master-class dish. Alan also needs to rely on these things, which are currently only theoretical, to personally cook the dish before it can be considered a success.

With Alan's current cooking skills, even with the blessing of the God of Cookery domain, he himself doesn't have enough confidence to successfully cook the dish.

Therefore, he also needs to brainstorm ideas and let the tribe's talents help him perfect the recipe. By the way, he can also allow the tribe's most outstanding chefs to gain something and improve their skills through this collaboration.

Also, that team of more than a hundred high-level spellcasters, which the tribe painstakingly nurtured, is also an important helper for Alan to create a gathering place for single-attribute magic power when he cooks next.

In the Green Field Tribe's territory, there are very few places like dragon nests that naturally gather a certain attribute. Therefore, Alan will take a different approach and have the spellcaster team cast spells at the critical moment of his cooking, in order to gather a certain attribute of magic power, so as to meet the magic power requirements of the dish.

Of course, these are just deductions made by Alan and the divine consciousness in their minds, and they have not been truly verified in practice. However, since it is a pioneering exploration, Alan, who has extremely rich experience in this area, will never retreat just because the road ahead is full of fog and thorns.

"Chieftain, according to the requirements put forward in Elder Albard's letter, we have prepared the venue and materials you need."

Agan Green Field, the garrison commander of Fort Fat, is a genuine Green Field native kobold. In his early fifties, he was also a member of the tribe's legendary seeds when he was young.

It's just a pity that this road is really difficult. Until Agan was forty-five years old, fighting and killing in the frontier fortress and accumulating merits to become a captain of a thousand men, he still couldn't break through himself.

Finally, with the support of his family behind him and the blessing of his own merits, he became the garrison commander of Fort Fat.

Being able to see his idol in this remote fortress, Agan was also excited and uneasy, but after all, he was a warrior who had experienced countless life-and-death trials on the front line, and his inner changes were not shown on his face.

"Lead the way."

Alan nodded, his majestic voice echoing in the field.

The venue chosen by Agan was the mage tower in the heart of the inner city lake, which Alan had no chance to approach during his private visit. Under Agan's guidance, Alan and his party arrived at the islet in the heart of the lake, suspended more than a hundred meters away.

A snow-white ray of light shot out from the spire of the tower on the island, extending from the shore of the island to the lakeside where Alan and the others were. Soon, an ice bridge, exuding a strong chill, was formed.

For Alan, the distance between this islet in the heart of the lake and the lakeside is not difficult for him at all, but for ordinary war professionals, this lake, which covers a large area, is almost a natural moat, and it will not give people the opportunity to cross it quietly and easily.

Don't forget that countless aquatic animals are raised in this artificial lake, including piranhas, crocodiles, and fierce beasts, as well as aquatic magic beasts that Alan was once surprised to see.

Alan did not abandon the tribe members behind him and climb the island alone, but walked on the crystal-clear ice bridge with great interest. When he lowered his head, he could see groups of fish swimming by, and a faint, obscure magic aura was rippling in the lake.

Obviously, this lake is not as simple as it seems on the surface. With Alan's mental perception and intuition, he can vaguely sense that this lake contains a huge amount of water-based magic power, which is connected to the mage spire in the heart of the island and the thick clouds that bypass Fort Fat and float eastward in the sky.

This is also the reason why Alan chose to put the final experiment in this fortress. As a pure military fortress of the tribe, ordinary people cannot approach this place at all. At the same time, this mage spire, which is equipped with the fortress, can also help Alan enrich the elements of various systems in the future.

"Greetings, Chieftain!!"

In the mage spire of Fort Fat, there is a garrison of thirty to forty spellcasters. Their main task at ordinary times is to maintain the magic shield of the mage spire to continue working, dispelling or absorbing the abundant water vapor and water elements from the sky above the fortress through the mage tower.

Because the most important thing about this task is the costly mage spire and the huge artificial lake closely related to the spire, the spellcasters who provide magic power and mental power to maintain the work of the spire are auxiliary. Therefore, the level of the spellcasters stationed here is generally not outstanding, and the highest level has not even reached the peak of the 15th level of the high level.

Except for the wizards on duty, the other goblins in the tower had already left the tower and stood in front of the door to greet Alan.

"Everyone has worked hard. I'm here this time to do some important experiments, so if you see anything, don't publicize it, remember to keep it secret!"

Alan's expression was as usual, and his tone was majestic and serious.

"Understood!"

"I have ordered that the inner city of the fortress be under martial law from today onwards, and no one can approach the inner city wall range."

Agan and the others nodded repeatedly after hearing the instructions.

"Who is in charge of this mage tower?"

Alan originally planned to start trying to cook directly, but thinking that he would need the mage tower's assistance next, he turned his gaze to the spellcasters in front of the mage tower, most of whom were dwarf goblins, and asked.

"Gubar is always at the chieftain's disposal."

A dwarf goblin mage with a thick goatee, about sixty years old, was leaning on a staff more than a meter long and quickly stepped forward and bowed in response.

"Take these mages behind you into the mage tower and let them figure out the various joints of controlling the mage tower as soon as possible."

Alan pointed to the group of mages behind him and instructed the dwarf goblin named Gubar: "How long will it take to be able to simply manipulate this mage tower to cast spells?"

"If it's just simple spellcasting, it's estimated to take five days."

"Two days!! I'll give you two days to familiarize yourselves with the operation of this mage tower. I want to see results in two days. Do you have confidence??"

Alan frowned slightly, glanced back at the group of very young high-level mage teams behind him, and asked in a deep voice.

"Yes!!"

"Very good, hurry up and get to work!!"

Alan is not the type of person to drag his feet. He waved his hand and sent people to start working. Even he and the remaining chefs and scholars were not idle. They set up rows of cooking utensils in an open garden on the islet in the heart of the lake.