Green Monster Epic

The Garfield group, who were watching from the sidelines, were at this moment experiencing a shock and feeling that was beyond description. No matter how they had predicted the outcome, they had never imagined that it would be so simple and decisive in the end, concluding after only a single exchange.

The sparring ended quickly, so quickly that they all felt it was unreal. But it was precisely because of this rapid conclusion that the representatives of the four churches finally had a direct and accurate understanding of the true strength of this not-so-burly Gnoll in front of them.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't quite hold back and severed a few of your fingers."

After the other party conceded defeat, Allen calmly retracted his greatsword, then once again beckoned the four powerhouses in the distance to land.

The Gnoll, Galer, looked at his slender hand, where two fingers were clearly missing a section, slowly dripping with fresh red blood. Allen rarely spoke with a hint of apology.

The words were particularly grating to Galer's ears. He had thought that Allen, as the victor, was mocking him about the greatsword. The Gnoll raised his head, glaring back, but what he ultimately saw was a sincere face. The retort he was about to blurt out failed him, and he could only reply in a muffled voice: "It is my skill that is inferior, I cannot blame you, sir!"

In truth, when it came to the exchange just now, Allen certainly had the upper hand, but the strength of the golden dragon that this Gnoll had transformed into was absolutely not to be underestimated.

You must know that the Saint Slayer strike that Allen unleashed could be said to be the culmination of his centuries of combat skills, a sword technique formed by condensing his powerful divine power. Even if he were facing an avatar of a deity, it would be impossible for the opponent to remain unscathed under this sword.

Yet the Gnoll in front of him had only lost a few finger joints, and his internal organs seemed to have suffered some shock, while his external body remained intact. Among all the opponents who had directly faced the Saint Slayer's sword force head-on, he was definitely the least injured.

If they continued to fight, Allen would certainly win the final victory, but the time required would probably not be shorter than the time he had spent fighting the human Saint-level Archmage last time, and might even be longer.

If the other party hadn't been so headstrong from the start, wanting to clash head-on with Allen, it would have taken Allen a lot of time to achieve the current effect. It could only be said that luck had played a part, giving this group of powerhouses another strong shock, giving him more confidence in his next conversation.

"Now, can you sit down properly and listen to me??"

Having once again established his authority, Allen's tone was still relatively tough at this moment, but the attitude of the five people in front of him had finally become much gentler, and it was clear that Allen's show of strength had worked.

It was just that the tables and chairs that Jarvan had prepared for them had long been blown away by the sweeping gale during the battle just now, and even the flat square had a few more wavy folds, making Allen somewhat embarrassed for a moment.

However, a powerhouse from Garfield's side finally eased this embarrassment. The Beastman, exuding a powerful divine magic aura, constructed a divine magic model with a few strokes of his hand. A green light merged into the earth, and then countless vine roots drilled out from the ground, constantly entwining and transforming, eventually solidifying into a set of root-and-vine tables and chairs fixed to the ground.

The few people sat down again. The temple representatives, whose momentum had become somewhat depressed, also put away the arrogance in the depths of their eyes at this time, and sat upright, waiting to listen to Allen's demands.

"First of all, I want to state one point: I have never been willing to be an enemy of the temple in the past, and I will not be in the future. This has always been my position as a native of the Mansha Wastelands!!"

"The natives of the Mansha Wastelands and the temple have never been opponents, but a family that supports each other and integrates with each other!!"

"When you high priests were young, I believe you were also born in our wasteland native tribes. It's just that you are very lucky, because your talents and abilities were discovered by the temple, so you have reached your current positions."

"But even if you climb higher, you cannot deny that the blood of our wasteland tribes flows in your own blood."

"Therefore, the wasteland is the cornerstone for the temple's existence. Without the wasteland, the temple church would be like a rootless duckweed, and it would soon decline and perish."

"At the same time, the position of the temple in the hearts of the wasteland natives is like a lighthouse in the depths of the endless sea, guiding us on our way forward; it is also the guardian of our wasteland, leading us to resist the civilizations of the two continents that are eyeing us..."

Having gained an advantage, Allen was naturally generous in selling himself first. After all, the purpose of his meeting this time was to promote peaceful coexistence with the temple, and not to anger the other party.

"It seems that Your Excellency Allen is actually very clear about the relationship between the temple and the wasteland!"

Allen ultimately underestimated the temple's consistent arrogance. He had only given the other party a little bit of a good look, and this Garfield interrupted again.

"Hmph ~ ~"

"Of course, I am very clear about the symbiotic relationship between the temple and the wasteland, but I am afraid that you servants of the gods have forgotten your identities, and always think that you can be high and mighty and demand whatever you want from the wasteland!!"

Allen, who had originally softened his tone, immediately retorted with a sarcastic remark, but after seeing the other party shut up, he returned to the topic again.

Before this conversation, Allen had set a tone for his image, which was to maintain sufficient strength and pressure, so that the temple representatives who were talking to him could feel his firm will. But at the same time, he could not be too strong, so as not to make the other party feel that he was hostile to the temple, and avoid the temple from having a reactive response.

This delicate balance was difficult to control, and it would easily become excessive if he was not careful. Allen, who seemed to be constantly switching between a strong and calm expression, was actually very cautious in his heart.

"Getting back to the point, let's talk about my demands."

"It's still the same sentence as before. Regarding the existence of the God of Food Church, I hope that the temple can treat it calmly and rationally. If possible, I need a written commitment signed by the Pope and the Holy Maiden of each church, promising that they will absolutely not use force against my tribe and church before I ignite the divine fire and ascend to the throne of God."

"In return, I, on behalf of the Northern Territory, guarantee that the power of the Northern Elven Kingdom will absolutely not cross the Cator Mountains, safeguarding the tranquility of the north for the wasteland. At the same time, unless the main force of the Elven Kingdom is pressing down on the border, my Northern Territory will no longer seek assistance from the temple and the alliance, so that the alliance and the temple can put all their strength into the southern human battlefield."

"Under the circumstances within our power, we will also go north to support the Dwarf Kingdom's battlefield when necessary, maintaining the balance of power on the Talun Continent."

"As for the Hochia Drow Federation, my Northern Territory will coexist peacefully with them, and will fulfill our responsibility to monitor and restrict them, not allowing them to have the opportunity to rapidly grow stronger in the Northern Territory, and not giving them the possibility to secretly plot conspiracies against the wasteland."

"However, we in the Northern Territory will no longer bear the obligation to transfuse blood to the south."

The high priests finally heard that familiar name from Allen's mouth. Although they had been prepared for it in their hearts, they still couldn't suppress the mixed emotions of revulsion and offense, and it wasn't until after taking several deep breaths that they calmed down.

Having been raised in the church from childhood and indoctrinated with divine knowledge, they had a deep-seated aversion and hostility towards any behavior that defied or challenged the gods. Even among the various churches within the Natural God Temple, it was difficult to maintain complete peace. Gods elevating their own beliefs and demeaning those of other gods in their doctrines due to conflicts among believers was a common practice. How could they possibly recognize a pseudo-god faith without even formal qualifications?

"Chieftain Allen!"

This time, High Priest Madewen spoke, having learned from his previous experience. His tone and attitude had softened, even though his heart was still not at peace.

"Let us be frank with you. Based on the conditions you've stated, our temple cannot agree."

"Perhaps on certain issues, because we share a common enemy and common interests, we can reach a tacit understanding. However, turning that understanding into a written contract is impossible."

Upon hearing this, Allen didn't feel disappointed but rather a sense of joy. At least this revealed that the temple didn't currently have overly aggressive intentions towards him and the Food God Church.

"The churches behind you are large and influential, and you still have concerns and worries. Shouldn't I, a mere tribal chief of a tribe with just over a million people, have even greater concerns and worries?"

"I need such a contract, at the very least a treaty of peaceful coexistence signed by the church with my Greenwood Tribe. This is my bottom line. I need to leave a way out for my tribe, and I absolutely cannot let them suffer because of my arrogant leadership."

"The most likely outcome of my chosen path is death, and I am already prepared for that. There's no need to trouble the churches then; my successors will cleanse the Food God Church, and it will cease to exist from the moment of my death."

"But even if I am fortunate enough to succeed and reach the summit, I vow here, on the honor of a warrior, that I will be the most loyal supporter and follower of the Natural God Temple in the future."

"You have nothing to lose by agreeing to my conditions. To put it practically, even if I allow the churches behind you to preach freely in the North, have you made any significant progress after all these years?"

"The North has always been the territory of the Oakwood Faction. Even after the Father of the Oak slumbered, most of the major tribes in the North still favor the three major cathedrals of the Oakwood Faction. You have no chance to intervene. The only ones close to you are the Hothia Drow Federation, but the problem is that they have the Spider Queen Rose behind them and are even less likely to change their faith."

"A contract that is harmless to your churches can also buy the friendship of this pillar of the wilderness. I promise that in future wilderness-related issues, the northern tribes will be willing to cooperate with the temple's plans to the best of their ability, provided it doesn't violate their own interests."

Allen spoke eloquently, first calmly analyzing the situation for everyone, then changing his tone to include the fierce aura unique to the wilderness natives: "Now that I've finished talking about the benefits of agreeing to my conditions, let's talk about the consequences of disagreeing."

"Since I, this goblin, made the decision to embark on this path, I have naturally thought clearly about the price and risks involved. Now, with just a few light words, you want me to abandon the path I've worked so hard to clear. Even if I pat my chest today and say, 'Okay, I give up,' would you believe me?"

"Even I don't believe it!"

"You don't know how much effort and energy I have put into achieving the success and breakthroughs I have today, and how many lives and beautiful futures my subordinates have sacrificed."

"For the sake of my clansmen and my own precious and irreversible sacrifices, even if I know that there are mountains of knives and seas of fire, and demons blocking the way, I, Allen.Witt, will still break through!"

"If you don't agree to my conditions, then with my personality, and with the temple clearly showing malice towards me, I will have no choice but to seek the protection of other forces or exhaust all means to strengthen myself in order to protect myself."

"If—ah, I'm just hypothesizing now!"

"If I take the existing forces of the North and actively surrender to the Elven Kingdom, seeking their protection, do you think they would gladly accept my request at this time?"

"You see, the Elven Kingdom is competing with human civilization for the leadership of the non-full world. I believe they would be happy to see the North join their territory. As long as they station a detachment of troops and support a local force like me to sit here, they can free up all their energy to deal with the Dwarf Kingdom and the old enemy, Hothia Drow!"

"Lord Allen, please be cautious!"

The expressions of the temple representatives changed drastically, and they shouted sternly to stop him.

"I'm just talking about one possible outcome."

"There is another direction, which is that I now gather the alliance of the Thorns Ring in the North and begin to expand our territory southward. While your temple and the main forces of the wilderness are still focused on the human forces, I will do my best to expand and strengthen my forces."

Allen coldly swept his gaze over these temple representatives, who were fierce in appearance but faint of heart, and continued to analyze without being moved.

"If this happens, I'm afraid the Mansa Alliance, this loose organization, will turn into a bubble. Even if your temple eventually sends out the elites hidden in your demi-planes to suppress the tribal forces under my command, the goals you have worked so hard for all these years will probably end in failure."

"The members of the Mansa Alliance have been complaining for years about the countless conscriptions by your temple and the alliance council. They now only need an icebreaker to break the deadlock, a solid reason, and countless tribal forces will unite to oppose your decisive battle with humans in the south."

"If you lose this opportunity, it will be basically impossible for you to lead the wilderness to launch a counterattack against humans in the future."

"As for me, as long as the Greenwood Tribe is no longer a bond, then I will no longer have any scruples."

"Although the strength of a goblin like me can only be considered a nuisance to a church, through my challenges in the past two or three months, I believe the high-level members of your church should have a clear understanding in their hearts that defeating me may be possible, but the possibility of killing me is very slim."

"I have plenty of time to entangle with you until I think I have avenged my tribe, or until I die in battle! But which of your churches can afford the endless strangulation and destruction of your peripheral forces by a saint like me?"