Green Monster Epic

After leaving the Magic Academy, Allen didn't forget to visit the castles of Snowdrift and Raven's Claw, the two tribal leaders. Although he didn't meet Bobiel and Tim very often, since he was on their territory, Allen, as a guest, felt it necessary to show proper understanding and respect.

"Your Excellency, what do you think of my tribe's development?" Bobiel, the leader of the gnolls, stood on the high fortress wall, overlooking the bustling crowds in the western half of the city, which formed a rolling wave on the prosperous commercial avenue. With a proud expression, he pointed to the half of the city filled with the atmosphere of daily life, showing off to Allen.

"Although our tribe can't compare to your Green Field now, it's much more prosperous than the trolls' territory next door!" Behind the gnoll leader, Bobiel, who was gradually revealing the power of a superior, a young and energetic gnoll warrior stood steadily at the crenellations, carrying a crimson mace on his back. He looked calmly at the beautiful scene before him, but deep in his eyes, there was a hint of desire flickering. This was Timothy, a rising star of the Raven's Claw tribe and a newly promoted Legend.

In addition to Timothy, the Raven's Claw tribe also recruited Terence, a legendary berserker gnoll who had traveled here from a medium-sized tribe in the south, bringing the number of Legendary powerhouses in their tribe to four, far exceeding the era of the former leader, Maggot-Eye.

Considering that the Raven's Claw gnoll population was approaching the 500,000 mark, no matter from what angle you looked at it, the Raven's Claw led and managed by Bobiel had completely surpassed the former leader, Maggot-Eye. How could this gnoll leader, who had been shrouded in the shadow of the dead leader Maggot-Eye for many years, not finally be able to raise his eyebrows and exhale?

Although he was also clear in his heart that the rapid development of their tribe was actually based on the various management prospects and layouts of the Green Field tribe. At the same time, the actual power in the hands of this gnoll leader had shrunk by more than half compared to the Maggot-Eye era, but this did not prevent Tim from regarding the current achievements of the tribe as proof of his wise leadership.

Moreover, as he said, in terms of managing and developing the tribe, the Raven's Claw was indeed superior to the development of the neighbor next door. At least, every year when the high-level members of the three tribes sat down to hold meetings and check various trade and population data, the gnolls of the Raven's Claw were always able to overwhelm the trolls, making the gnolls feel a sense of superiority over the trolls from the bottom of their hearts.

"It's indeed very lively, but I've heard that the security in your city isn't very good!" Seeing the somewhat proud Bobiel, Allen couldn't help but pour cold water on him.

"Your Excellency, please rest assured, those are just a bunch of clowns, they definitely won't cause any trouble!" Reminded by Allen, the smile on Bobiel's face slightly froze, but then he immediately patted his chest and made a guarantee.

The gnolls' nature is wild and unruly. Even if the tribal environment is now peaceful, and they have been taught how to manage themselves through a systematic education from childhood, it is inevitable that there will be those who do not obey discipline and act according to their own nature. It is common for them to act recklessly in the city.

However, the Joint Security Bureau under the Tribunal Council has always had a strong deterrent force, and every once in a while, it will carry out a bloody cleansing of those criminals hiding in the gray area, so there is no chance for various gangs and evil forces to grow.

"I hope so!" Allen was noncommittal. After all, he was on the other party's territory, so he had to give them some face and just remind them.

"By the way!" Bobiel suddenly remembered something and turned to ask Allen about his attitude: "I heard that Chief Fendi of the Argon tribe in the south is about to kick the bucket. The two lizardmen tribes are preparing for his funeral these days. Will you personally participate in his funeral at that time?"

"…" Allen was slightly solemn. The older generation of guys are withering one by one. After a while, I am afraid that except for the drow and dark elves and other long-lived species, there will be familiar old people, and the other tribes in the Northern Territory will probably be the new generation taking the lead.

"According to etiquette, I should still go there. After all, the image of unity within our Thorns Ring organization needs to be maintained, and our relationship with the lizardmen chief is not bad."

"What? Are you not planning to attend the funeral in person?"

"Hehe~~" Asked by Allen, Bobiel couldn't help but let out an embarrassed laugh: "We had a lot of conflicts with the lizardmen in the Cartor Mountains mine some time ago. Now I can't even say two words to Fendi when we meet. I was originally planning to let Timothy or Terence attend the funeral on my behalf."

"But since you are attending in person, then I don't plan to avoid it either. Anyway, people who have died are the greatest, so let a little bit of contradiction go with the wind."

"Oh, you guys..." Allen shook his head speechlessly. The Thorns Ring organization, which seems to be united, is actually full of entanglements.

The development of the Cartor Mountains has been going on for hundreds of years. Except for certain areas that have been designated as forbidden areas by the Green Field tribe, most of the exploration and excavation of the area has been basically completed. Which places have certain resources and which places are rich in certain minerals have already been designated with various rules and ownership. It is basically impossible to obtain resources for nothing like in the exploration period.

This also makes it inevitable that conflicts will arise between the forces active in the mountains due to various resource problems, especially the tribesmen of the Thorns Ring members who dominate the development of the mountains and are powerful in the surrounding areas. In recent years, for the ownership of a high-level magic plant, a mid-level magic beast, etc., there has been a lot of fighting in the mountains.

Among these adventurers, there are many talents who are expected by various tribes, or direct bloodlines of certain large families. After all, how can the warriors of the wilderness grow up like delicate flowers hiding in the glass greenhouse of the garden!

A few years ago, a young gnoll with some talent from the family of Bobiel of the Raven's Claw teamed up with his tribesmen to go deep into the mountains to find a mid-level magic beast, but they never returned. When the family realized something was wrong and sent experienced tracking masters into the mountains to search, they only found a few pieces of broken armor fragments and a few pieces of incomplete flesh and blood fragments.

Bobiel was furious when he heard about it. This gnoll was his direct bloodline, although the kinship was separated by four or five generations, but his personality, appearance, and talent were somewhat similar to Bobiel.

He was originally preparing to bring this cub to his side for personal instruction after he was promoted to a high level, as a talent reserve for the next generation of the family, but before he could put his idea into action, he received such a bad news.

When the leader was angry, the gnoll leaders below would naturally not have a good life. In order to appease the leader's anger, the gnolls sent out their most elite scouts and tracking masters. According to the remaining clues left at the time and place, after several twists and turns, they finally identified the murderer who murdered their tribesmen, who turned out to be a lizardmen team from the Argon tribe.

Because of this incident, the relationship between the two tribes has plummeted to the bottom in recent years. The tribesmen of the two tribes who are active in the Cartor Mountains on a daily basis are also fighting for various reasons, which is very unsightly.

Fortunately, there is still a Thorns Ring above them, and Allen, the Saint-level leader, presides over the overall situation, which prevents the matter from collapsing, but it is an undisputed fact in the Thorns Ring that the leaders of the two tribes have become enemies because of these matters.