Green Monster Epic

Deep within the Cator Mountains, atop the snow-covered peak, a familiar figure returned once more. However, the fierce master who occupied this mountain seemed to be absent from its summit. The lone visitor gazed at the snow-covered peak, lost in thought for a moment.

The dragon Figglas had become unpredictable, quite unlike the legendary dragons who were always slumbering. Although Allen suspected that the dragon was off somewhere amusing itself, he couldn't help but feel a little forlorn without its help and counsel.

However, his visit to this nameless snow mountain wasn't solely to find the dragon; it was also to borrow the abundant magic of this place to cook up a batch of master-level dishes.

His consciousness spread out, enveloping a goblin team of two to three hundred members over the mountains dozens of miles away, observing their orderly movements towards the snow mountain. Along the way, they would often disturb many beasts and bloodthirsty plants that inhabited this undeveloped area, but with the tacit cooperation of these goblin warriors, they always managed to overcome the dangers.

As the reputation of the Greenwild Tribe's culinary capital spread far and wide, adventurers flocked to this land in search of a livelihood. The Greenwild Tribe, while not allowing foreign migrants to settle and reside on their territory without permission, did not prohibit adventurers from venturing into the open areas to explore and gather resources.

Among them, the Cator Mountains, stretching over two thousand miles from east to west, were an important area opened up by the Greenwild Tribe for adventurers to make a living. As the resource points on the periphery of the mountains were exhausted, the adventurers' footsteps into the depths of the Cator Mountains became unstoppable.

However, this mountain range had been uninhabited for many years, and although various miasmas and fierce beasts couldn't be said to be dense, they were still emerging one after another. Apart from the dragon Figglas, the apex predator who was in a league of its own, there were still a few fierce beasts comparable to the strength of a legendary beginner.

These fierce beasts could actually be easily cleared away by Allen alone, but after being influenced by the Oak Church for many years and understanding the principles of the natural ecological cycle, Allen instead protected some of the more valuable and powerful fierce beasts, not allowing other strong individuals to easily hunt them down, but rather allowing them to fight with the adventurers who came to the mountains to adventure.

Although doing so would inevitably lead to many innocent lives being lost in this mountain range, the wilderness was inherently cruel, and if one's strength was insufficient but they still wanted to take risks, then they had to bear the corresponding price.

At this moment, the goblin team that Allen's consciousness was focused on encountered two troublesome wyverns. The wyverns, possessing a trace of dragon blood, had strength infinitely close to the legendary level, and were fighting fiercely with the two-hundred-plus-member team.

Fortunately, this team had a fifty-strong elite mage team, each with high-level strength, cooperating with the other melee and ranged professionals in the team. Although they couldn't take down the two wyverns for a while, their team basically wouldn't suffer any combat attrition.

Allen watched coldly, even when several goblins, protected in the center and relatively weak, carrying heavy pots, were in danger and almost had their lives taken by the wyverns' venomous saliva, he remained unmoved.

Even though these goblins had all accepted his orders to come to the summit of the snow mountain to meet him and help him complete the cooking and recipe creation.

While these children were still on their way, Allen simply closed his eyes and meditated on the icy mountain top.

After resting in Green Lake City for two to three months, Allen's bodily functions gradually regained vitality. The previous series of battles seemed effortless and confident to outsiders, but in reality, his physical skills had long been overwhelmed and on the verge of collapse. Although he had completed 90% of the energy conversion of his body, without sufficient energy support, these energy-converted parts were actually not much stronger than mortal flesh.

More importantly, the power of faith that Allen had painstakingly accumulated over decades had been depleted by these fierce battles. The remaining power of faith in his body could barely support Allen to complete one or two battles of the same intensity.

This was the real reality behind Allen's display of absolute strength, a helpless reality that he dared not let anyone perceive. If this tight situation were discovered, then the weight of the threats he made to the temple would definitely be greatly reduced.

But what Allen didn't know was that during the meeting of the Temple of Mansa City, someone had expressed suspicion about Allen's display of divine power in battle, and used this as a starting point to propose a solution to Allen to the other representatives of the temple: Pursue and kill the bearmen in batches and with high intensity, forcing him to continuously use force to resist, consuming the power of faith in his body, while simultaneously launching a thorough suppression and extermination against his tribe, so that his tribe would be directly destroyed, not giving them the opportunity to provide Allen with the power of faith…

This was not an unfeasible method. Although it would be difficult to implement with the means and strength of the Temple of Nature, as long as they were determined, even if the temple's focus was now on the southern border, they would have enough strength to do everything in the proposal.

It was just that the representatives of the temple could not predict the amount of power of faith accumulated in Allen's body. At the same time, they also had to consider the shock and threat brought about by the extermination plan against the million-strong tribes of the Wild Pillar, which might provoke an even more terrible backlash from the wilderness tribes.

After staying on the summit for more than ten days, a group of late-arriving goblin teams struggled to climb to the top of this majestic peak. The faces of each of the young goblins were covered with fatigue and hardship, but when they finally climbed to the summit, they had a strong sense of satisfaction and pride, gushing out from the depths of their hearts.

Perhaps this unforgettable experience will become the most vivid picture in their memories, and it will also be their lifelong topic of conversation.

"Chieftain!!"

After climbing to the summit, seeing the face of the great man who had been waiting on the summit for a long time, the last trace of fatigue of a group of goblins disappeared, one by one they straightened their chests, their eyes full of fighting spirit and passion, arranged in several straight lines, marching towards Allen.

The leading goblin captain was a burly and strong bearmen, carrying a heavy sword behind him that was very similar to the weapon Allen usually used, suppressing his excited mood and walking to Allen to report: "This mission escorted 70 goblin chefs and 50 mages, without a single casualty, please inspect, Chieftain!!"

"Well, thank you all!!"

Allen nodded slightly, with an expression of relief and appreciation.

"It's not hard work!!!"

The entire field was full of high-pitched and firm echoes, floating on the windy summit.

"Since it's not hard work, then help set up the stove and camp!!"

Since the children were so motivated, Allen was not polite, and once again ordered them to work.

As life in the Green Field Tribe improved and more opportunities became available, the tribe invested heavily in the cultivation and education of the next generation. However, the warriors' spirit and energy diminished due to the peaceful and comfortable life, causing them to lose certain qualities.

This was a concern for Allen. The strength of the tribe was not only about population growth but also about improving the quality and strength of the warriors who defended it. In this regard, personal fighting spirit and the will to engage in desperate battles played an inestimable role.

However, it now seemed that after Allen delegated the power to lead the tribe to Albad, the gnome mage, Albad had also discovered the tribe's shortcomings and made adjustments and improvements. Now, Allen seemed to see in these warriors the same courage to fight and the perseverance that the tribesmen had when they were poor and starting from scratch.

After the children of this team spent more than a day preparing the camps and stoves, Allen had also adjusted his condition and was ready to transform into a god of cooking, embarking on a long-lasting culinary endeavor on this mountain.

In fact, after Allen had devoted himself to studying cooking for thirty years, he no longer needed the help of these chefs and mages. He didn't even need to deliberately look for places where elements gathered. As long as he had the ingredients and cooking utensils he needed, he was confident that he could stimulate the magical elemental properties of the ingredients themselves, causing a magical tide effect that would attract elements that were more in line with the original ingredients, thereby cooking the delicious food he wanted.

The reason why Allen still had Albad send a team of people this time was simply because Allen wanted to give the growing chefs a chance to observe and learn, so that a master-level magic chef could be born among them as soon as possible. This would free Allen up, and the tribe could ensure a continuous output of master-level dishes.

As for the mages, they were there to create master-level magic dish recipes. The set of seven dish recipes prepared last time was almost sold out. It wouldn't be like Allen to not seize the opportunity to cook again and prepare more to keep and sell.

This time, Albad took the opportunity to sell master-level dish recipes and hoarded a lot of precious and easy-to-preserve ingredients. Later, when Allen instructed him to prepare ingredients, he issued tasks through various channels and collected a batch of fresh ingredients for Allen, bringing them all to the top of the mountain.

Just using dimensional equipment to load the ingredients and spices took up two large-capacity pieces of equipment, which showed that Albad, who saw Allen's determination to cook this time, was also working hard to seize the opportunity and extract some benefits from Allen to cultivate the tribe's talents.

After all, if master-level dishes were to maintain their high value and scarcity, it would be impossible to put too much on the market at one time, as that would devalue the dishes. Moreover, magic dishes often couldn't be preserved for too long, with a shelf life of no more than a year, which was much worse than the shelf life of alchemy potions.

If Allen cooked a large number of dishes, in addition to auctioning off some of them and giving some to the alliance and the temple as he said, the rest would naturally only be digested internally by the tribe, which would indirectly achieve the purpose that Albad hoped for.

Of course, when so many ingredients were delivered to Allen, and Allen questioned him, Albad had already found a reason: he calculated the numbers based on the tribe leader's success rate in cooking in previous years, and prepared a little more for the tribe leader...

When he said this, Albad's face and expression showed some lack of confidence in Allen's cooking, which Allen noticed and felt a little unhappy about.

With everything ready, Allen also unleashed his God of Cookery domain. While taking out countless precious ingredients from the dimensional bag and instructing the other chefs who came to help and observe to process them in advance according to his requirements, he also instructed the mages to prepare magic for recording images, preserving useful information and engraving it on processed fur scrolls.

Not long after, a violent magical tide appeared again above the snow-capped mountains that were covered in white clouds all year round, causing unrest among the surrounding beasts and bringing no small trouble to the adventurers who were exploring and collecting resources nearby.

As for the snow-capped mountain peaks that occasionally triggered colorful and magical lights, few adventurers dared to explore them, because they all knew that the peak was the habitat of an ancient dragon, and rashly going to check it out would simply be sending the dragon a delicious snack.

The undulating magical tide that drove the clouds to roll and stretch across the snow-capped mountains had raged for several years, and the long process had even made many adventurers who approached this place to explore, as well as the fierce beasts that lived among them, become numb and accustomed to it.

Occasionally, some bold guys, relying on their several life-saving methods, wanted to climb to the top of the mountain to observe and understand what was happening above, but these guys often went and never returned, and there was no news about them ever since.

Compared to the magical tide in the depths of the Cartor Mountains, the Green Field Tribe's sudden sale of master-level magic dishes in the past two years has attracted more attention. Countless forces who considered themselves to have some wealth sent representatives and talents to Green Lake City with a large amount of precious jewelry and materials, hoping to buy one or two master-level magic dishes from Green Lake City to cultivate excellent heirs and protectors for their forces.

As this news spread to all parts of the world through third-party forces such as assassins and adventurers guilds that accepted tasks from the Green Field Tribe, even the human and elf forces, which were now at odds with the wilderness, used various means to get a piece of the pie, at least to verify the value of magic cooking through these dishes.

The Green Field Tribe also made various promises very thoughtfully. Any force representative who arrived within the territory of the Northern Territory would receive the protection of personal and property safety in the Northern Territory. If any force felt that the risk of transporting materials all the way was too high, then they could directly hand over the materials at the Green Field Tribe's representative office in Mansha City, obtain corresponding vouchers, and come to Green Lake City to bid with the vouchers. The Green Field Tribe would recognize the authenticity of those materials.

Even if someone was worried that the items they bid for would be coveted, the Green Field Tribe would deliver them to their door, with the Assassin's Guild, which had established an office in Moore Fortress, responsible for sending the dishes to various places. However, the cost required for this would be borne by the owner, and the Green Field Tribe would be responsible for the risk of the dishes being swallowed up by the Assassin's Guild task executors.