Green Monster Epic

The isolated island was dry, a stark contrast to the damp and muddy environment surrounding it. Numerous, haphazardly distributed giant stone tablets stood on the island, adding a touch of solemnity and mystery.

It was said that beneath each stone tablet lay the corpse of a chieftain. Allen and his group could see no fewer than a hundred such tablets, a testament to the heritage of the Argon and Amansa tribes.

Fendi's body rested peacefully in a dark red, heavy coffin. The rectangular wooden coffin wasn't extravagant, adorned only with vibrant iron saffron flowers scattered around it.

Beside the coffin was a pre-dug pit, large enough to accommodate the three-meter-long and two-meter-wide casket. On the other side of the coffin was a smooth stone tablet carved from a complete piece of granite, inscribed with the unique script of the Lizardmen, detailing Fendi's brilliant life and the mistakes he had made.

With the arrival of Allen and his party, the guests formally invited to attend Fendi's funeral had essentially arrived. After waiting for another two magical hours until the sun reached its highest point, a Lizardman strongman with his head held high stepped forward to preside over the burial of their deceased leader.

"Thank you, esteemed guests, for coming to bid farewell to Fendi Alsi, the chieftain who led our Argon tribe for three hundred years…"

Bernie Alsi, the new chieftain of the Argon tribe, was full of vigor. Although he tried to maintain a solemn expression, the depths of his eyes couldn't hide his excitement and ambition. As a legendary powerhouse of the new generation, he had been carefully cultivated by Fendi after being selected into the tribe's legendary seed team due to his Alsi family lineage. In the short span of over a hundred years since his promotion to legend, he had not only improved his strength to the peak of the mid-stage of the legend realm but had also been personally taught the art of politics and tactics by Fendi.

Bernie was indeed grateful for the cultivation of the recently deceased chieftain, but he was even more excited about the opportunity to display his talents in the tribe and lead them to greater heights.

The memorial ceremony wasn't lengthy. After Bernie extolled Fendi's accomplishments, he invited Allen, the most influential Saint present, to speak.

"Actually, I'm here only to see off an old friend from the Northern Territory and see him one last time. I didn't plan to say anything."

Allen wasn't prepared, but since the host sincerely invited him to say something, he couldn't refuse. "Frankly speaking, Fendi's soul returning to the God Realm is a great loss for the various races of our Northern Territory."

"Don't think that we in the Northern Territory have been living in peace for the past hundred years, without the war disturbances of the Southern Wilderness, because the undercurrents hidden in the dark have never stopped."

"The reason those dirty rats only dare to peep and probe in the dark is because our Northern Territory races have always been united, without the discords between other tribal forces in the wilderness. All of this is inseparable from the efforts and support of the various races present, not the merit of any one person or tribe."

"Now, with Fendi's passing, our Northern Territory has not only lost a powerful legendary figure but has also stirred up a trace of waves in our united team."

"But I am still full of confidence in the Northern Territory and in the tribal leaders behind you because our Northern Territory races have never betrayed each other even after experiencing so many difficulties and dangers, and we still maintain loyalty to our team. In the future, everyone will surely be able to work together sincerely and create a better future for the Northern Territory!"

"Chieftain Fendi has completed his journey and laid down the burden on his shoulders, but we, the natives who still live and seek survival in the Northern Territory, must also put aside our sorrow, put away our longing for him, and continue to work hard and strive for the peace and development of our Northern Territory!"

"The Northern Territory ultimately belongs to us; it is the foundation upon which we depend for survival!"

This impassioned speech was actually improvised by Allen, moving the representatives of more than a dozen large and small forces around him, their expressions complex. Some felt a faint malice from it, while others discovered a deep love for this land. With the end of Allen's speech, the atmosphere in the crowd changed somewhat.

"Thank you, Patriarch Allen, for your speech. In the future, my Argon tribe will also strive and fight for the great future of the Northern Territory and will never allow foreign races to seize even a shred of our tribe's interests from our hands!"

Bernie, who had returned to his presiding position, continued with the next step: "However, the most urgent task at present is to allow our tribe's Chieftain Fendi's soul to return to our Lord's God Realm and his body to obtain eternal rest."

"Raise the coffin and bury it!"

The wilderness didn't have so many rules; everything was so rough and primitive. As soon as the newly promoted Chieftain Bernie finished speaking, six Lizardman warriors, who were already prepared and stripped to the waist with primitive totem tattoos painted on their skin with blood, approached the coffin with heavy and powerful steps. They lifted their hands to cover the lid nailed to the top and slowly dragged it into the deep burial pit with the reserved cables.

After placing simple but effective tomb arrangements such as suspended stones and rammed earth on the coffin, the ten-meter-high stone tablet was finally erected high above the tomb under the traction of a team of Lizardman warriors who were also naked and painted with blood patterns, completely blocking Fendi's body.

A team of shamans wearing headdresses woven with brightly colored feathers began to perform a war dance around the newly erected stone tablet, singing in unison. The vast and resounding voice echoed in the sky above the isolated island, unknowingly stirring up a bit of magical vibration.

Allen keenly sensed the surrounding anomalies, and a sense of vigilance arose in his heart. However, after turning his gaze to the faces of Bernie, Schwenke, and other Lizardman powerhouses, and seeing their calm expressions, he relaxed slightly. However, his gaze still couldn't help but drift towards the direction of the temple team, and subtle strands of mental energy were released by him, dissipating into the surrounding space.

Buzz!!!

The war dance and war song were high-pitched and impassioned. Even a strong willpower like Allen's was infected by it at its climax, and the blood in his heart surged, obviously affected by the magical effect within.

But the isolated island, which had buried countless Lizardman powerhouses, was even more affected. At the climax of the war song and war dance performance, countless stone tablets actually began to resonate, and a little golden halo emerged from them, floating towards the surrounding space.

Allen frowned. Even though the Lizardmen in front of him were his allies, the magical effects produced by the funeral made this cautious Saint feel a trace of dissatisfaction and vigilance.

"What does this mean?"

Tilting his head towards Schwenke's direction, Allen lowered his voice and questioned.