Green Monster Epic

Chapter 1020: A Reply

The Tower of Trials, it is rumored, contains a vast space within, divided into hundreds of different levels, just like its towering structure that pierces the clouds.

Each level is stocked with different ferocious species, most of which are uncommon in the Feyman World but are fierce beasts, and even demons, devils, and other abyssal creatures, as well as unique species from other worlds.

The reason for stocking so many species is to provide the elite and talented of the Centaur race with a suitable place to train and hone their skills and abilities when facing bottlenecks, without having to wander far from home like the wilderness tribes to become mercenaries or adventurers.

This is also an important factor in why the Centaur race has consistently produced talents, with the number of Legendary and above powerhouses cultivated from their population nearly reaching a quarter of the total number of powerhouses in the Wilderness Alliance, thereby resisting the continuous invasion of the human civilization to the south.

Allen had indeed long heard of the Tower of Trials' reputation, but this tower has never been open to outsiders, only to the Centaur race's talents who devoutly believe in the Centaur God, so he never had the opportunity to visit the tower in person.

It wasn't until Allen's status was high enough to know deeper secrets that he learned that this tower was originally constructed by the Centaur God Chiron, using two large demi-planes he acquired and modified, and at great cost, to closely connect them to the Feyman World.

Only a deity could have such wealth and powerful means to turn two priceless demi-planes into a tower for their bloodline descendants and loyal followers to use.

"If Chieftain Allen is interested, you can enter the Tower of Trials at any time for a tour."

Seeing the envy in Allen's eyes, High Priest Solomon extended an invitation with a proud expression.

"Thank you for your Grace's invitation."

Allen withdrew his envious gaze and replied in a deep voice: "However, with my current strength, entering the Tower of Trials would truly only be a tour. It would be better to leave the opportunity to other talented Centaurs!"

Allen was telling the truth. Now, as one of the top existences in the Feyman World, the ferocious beasts stocked in the Tower of Trials are just strange-looking little animals to him, or rather, a pile of walking ingredients.

However, the Tower of Trials did make him covet it. Allen has always had the idea of creating an artificial, controllable training ground for the Greenwild tribe, so that they don't have to travel around when they encounter bottlenecks, wasting limited energy and time on traveling and dealing with others.

Although this can also be considered a kind of psychological training, for most goblins, what they often need more is the life-and-death choice impact brought by desperate fighting.

It's just a pity that the difficulty of establishing such a training ground is temporarily beyond the ability of Allen and the Greenwild tribe, so this idea can only be suppressed in the depths of Allen's heart, until now when it is evoked by the Tower of Trials in front of him.

If only I had a chance to find such a demi-plane.

Amidst laughter and chatter, Allen and Solomon entered the magnificent and sacred hall. As the temple door slowly closed from the inside, people and spies outside could no longer know what was happening inside.

It wasn't until more than a month later that Allen, as a visitor, was bidden farewell by Solomon with a kind smile, and left the Centaur race's pilgrimage site alone once again.

No one knows what Allen and the spiritual leader of the Centaur race discussed during this month, nor do they know what consensus they reached. The only message revealed was that when the two leaders parted, the smiles on their faces were very bright, indicating that they had a pleasant conversation.

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After leaving the Centaur Holy Land, Allen no longer delayed and headed north straight to Mansa City, where a demigod was waiting for his return and giving him a reply.

Spending more than a month in the Centaur's temple, half of the time was actually used for recuperation and recovery. With the help of the top healing priests, plus the fact that more than 90% of Allen's body is energy-based, the recovery speed is still very fast.

Although he has not yet reached the peak of Allen's strength, recovering 70% to 80% is enough for Allen to protect himself next.

In the remaining half of the time, Allen visited the magnificent landscapes of the Centaur Holy Land, and at the same time, he had in-depth exchanges and communications with the Centaur Church, and made a series of exchange clauses for each other's strengths and surplus resources.

For example, the magic cuisine and magic chef system that are now booming in the Greenwild tribe have a considerable attraction to the Centaur race, and now Allen has launched master-level magic cuisine recipes, which have become a good thing that any powerful force cannot miss.

The Centaur race has a large number of powerhouses, but they will not dislike the emergence of more powerhouses in their race, or improve their strength by enjoying delicious food.

The Centaur race has many varieties of excellent war horses, and even the breeding and rearing methods of flying horse breeds like Pegasus are in their hands, which will also be attractive to the Greenwild tribe.

Although Mondo warhorses in Muma Slope are temporarily enough to establish a cavalry army, the overall attributes of Mondo warhorses are too average, and it is still somewhat insufficient for establishing different types of cavalry in the future.

For example, heavy cavalry needs more powerful endurance to withstand the weight of thousands of pounds of heavy armor plus an adult goblin; while light cavalry pays more attention to the mount's short-range explosive power, so that they can launch attacks and harass opponents while maintaining a speed advantage…

In addition, both sides have their own strengths and weaknesses in crops, grains, spices and tea, and even different minerals. Although the Greenwild and Northland can't offer as much as the Centaur race in this regard, no one really suffers a loss under the principle of equivalent exchange.

However, Allen used this negotiation to confirm a fact, that is, Chiron, the deity behind the Centaur race, does have a considerable plot for him, but so far the other party has not revealed what he is plotting.

Otherwise, he would not have issued an oracle to let the Centaur Church and the three royal courts befriend the Greenwild tribe, and now he wants to further form a friendly alliance, after all, the gap between these two forces is too great.

However, even if he knows that the other party may have other plans, Allen can only accept the olive branch thrown by the other party, because compared to this Centaur force far away across the entire wilderness, Allen still has more powerful and urgent opponents to deal with.

When Allen landed again, he was already in the territory of Mansa City. However, this time when he entered the city, he was not as low-key as last time, but walked into the south gate in full view of countless prying eyes, and then went directly to the Green Field Tribe's stronghold in Mansa City.

As the Green Field Tribe and its leader Allen's position in the Mansa Alliance became higher and higher, their tribe's industries in Mansa City also became larger and larger. Now, the manor prepared for Allen was actually a castle with a history of more than a thousand years in the quiet inner city.

Before Allen could even sit down in the castle, a letter sealed with gold paint was delivered to Allen's hand. Unfolding the letter, as expected, it was the demigod mage Garvin's reply to Allen.

"...After consultation with my Assassin's Guild, we finally agreed to your request..."

"...However, the demiplane is a valuable asset of my Assassin's Guild, so before that, Lord Allen needs to abide by the following agreement..."

"...No fighting is allowed in the demiplane. If this rule is violated, you will be fully responsible for the losses caused to the demiplane..."

"...Do not disturb other biological groups in the plane, that is the property of my Assassin's Guild..."

"...The maximum rental period for the plane is one month. During this period, my Assassin's Guild can guarantee that there are absolutely no spies or informants from any forces inside..."

"...The rental fee for the plane is 100,000 gold coins per day, which will be settled afterwards according to your usage time, or with corresponding resources..."

Dozens of clauses, all written by Garvin in black and white, Allen skimmed through them and pondered, but instead felt hesitant about making this request to the other party before.

The reason why he wanted to rent this demiplane from the Assassin's Guild was because he was going to do something next, and this matter was likely to involve a big fight, and it would also expose Allen's own secrets. Therefore, Allen needed an absolutely secret place to prevent relevant matters from being leaked out.

After another round of weighing and calculation in his mind, Allen finally decided to rent the Assassin's Guild's demiplane as the venue for what he was going to do next.

After making the decision, Allen also found a goblin servant in the castle to get paper and pen and began to write invitation letters carefully, and after sealing the envelopes with gold paint, he asked people to send them to the corresponding recipients.

In the next few days, Allen went to the Assassin's Guild's stronghold again to discuss the time for renting and using the demiplane with Garvin, as well as the trivial matters such as how to enter the demiplane next. While he was busy, many wasteland tribe envoys also came to visit Allen's castle with invitations, wanting to meet him, but they were all sent by Allen to the tribe's representative in Mansa City to help him deal with the matter of seeking an audience.

His heroic deeds of challenging the saints twice on the human front battlefield have spread, and under this stimulus, various legends and stories about Allen have begun to flourish again, including stories of Allen traveling and playing in the wilderness as the God of Cookery, meeting adventurers from the bottom of various races in the wilderness.

Obviously, most of these stories are fabricated. Not to mention whether Allen's character would waste time on foreign adventurers, but those stories that let Allen play the hero saving beauty routine with females of various races are too outrageous!!

You must know that Allen is nearly five hundred years old. Except for a nominal partner for the sake of marriage in his early years, he has never had any other contact with females. But now, in various legends about Allen, this kind of topic is the least lacking. After hearing it, Allen is at most a little angry and uncomfortable, and the Green Field goblin warriors who regard him as an idol have fought and made enemies with other wasteland natives because of this.

However, Allen eventually only regarded these stories as a breeze blowing past his ears. After all, the barbarian savages in the wilderness like this kind of tune the most, and the spread of various stories has a very magical effect on promoting the God of Cookery.

It has even happened that wasteland natives have personally run to the Green Field Tribe to verify the stories of the God of Cookery and Allen, and even counted as a pilgrimage from thousands of miles away.

After identifying the other party's identity information through various means, the Church of the God of Cookery quietly accepted them into the church. After a period of teaching, the church quickly had a believer with extremely devout faith. And now, in the Church of the God of Cookery, there are already more than a thousand similar existences, and Albard is focusing on training these believers to become priests, laying the foundation for spreading the Church of the God of Cookery throughout the wilderness next.

This is just the individual behavior of those wasteland natives with strong mobility. Albard and the others believe that there are definitely more existences like these believers in various parts of the wilderness, but they cannot or dare not leave the place where they live due to various secular reasons.

In the future, when the Church of the God of Cookery has enough confidence, then it only needs to send teams of preachers to various parts of the wilderness, then the faith of the God of Cookery will soon bloom and shine like the stars in the sky.

Since the legends about him have such an effect, then Allen will naturally not care about its spread. As for whether these stories will eventually damage his reputation, it is not so important, at least in Allen's opinion.

However, after the story of Allen's great display of power this time, killing one and seriously injuring one human saint spread, not only the bottom-level wasteland warriors were greatly encouraged, but also the ruling class of more than 100 member tribes of the alliance was greatly shocked.

You must know that Davinci, the kobold known as the first saint of the wilderness, the most sensational combat achievement since he was promoted to saint, was only to repel the invasion of a human saint and seriously injure a demigod who came after him. How can it be compared with Allen's current achievements.

Privately, some people have quietly put the title of the first person in the wilderness on Allen's head.

Because of Allen's strength, it naturally made many tribal forces who had been hesitating and waiting begin to waver. Although they have not made up their minds to lean towards Allen and the Green Field Tribe, it does not prevent them from laying a good foundation for communication with the Green Field Tribe from now on.

Not all tribal forces' intelligence sources can know Allen's secrets, and given the factors of their respective interests, other forces who know Allen's secrets are unlikely to actively reveal this secret to the outside world.

Otherwise, the tribal forces who know Allen's secrets probably would not come to wade into the muddy waters of the Green Field Tribe at this time.

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