Green Monster Epic

On the way home, Flower Snake was very excited, and at the same time, he said to Alan with some admiration.

"Wow, Chieftain, your actions today were so cool! I thought you were going to talk nicely to that old dog again!"

"How could that be!"

Alan felt relieved in his heart. How many times had he, Alan, endured his temper when dealing with the Shattered Bone Tribe? But what was the reward he got in the end? Now that the other party obviously had something to ask of him, if it weren't for the humiliation he suffered during his previous visit to the Shattered Bone Tribe, Alan might have had a good chat with Shattered Bone. But precisely because of the previous drama, and all the actions Shattered Bone had been doing behind the scenes, Alan was constantly reminded that the relationship between the two tribes had no possibility of peaceful coexistence from the moment their village was destroyed.

Shattered Bone being able to lower himself to ask Alan shows that Dragon Blood has a great effect on him. Then, for the sake of the Green Field Tribe in the future, it is impossible for Alan to do the stupid thing of funding the enemy. The stronger the enemy, the more dangerous it is for Green Field and Alan.

"Let's go, let's hurry back. Later, we'll organize people to go to the central area of the battlefield to search for treasures. Even if we can't get anything, those old dogs from Shattered Bone won't even think about getting it."

The more Alan thought about it, the more he felt that his actions today were correct. He began to worry that Shattered Bone might still be searching in place after failing to exchange Dragon Blood from him. If they were to gain any more benefits, Alan would feel like he was at a loss no matter how he thought about it.

Clearly, the territory belonged to their Green Field Tribe, but the other party appeared in it so unscrupulously, and even shamelessly wanted to search for battlefield relics inside. Alan was truly unwilling. The slight advantage he had gained verbally before instantly vanished.

"Won't there be any danger? After all, the other party's strength is there for all to see."

Flower Snake was a little worried. Shattered Bone's strength was obvious to all. As someone who had witnessed Alan's battle with Shattered Bone and saw Alan being passively beaten without being able to get close to the other party, Flower Snake was worried that the tribesmen would recklessly provoke Shattered Bone and end up with problems.

"It's okay, as long as Shattered Bone is present, the situation won't become irreversible!"

Alan wasn't worried at all. A single sentence dispelled Flower Snake's worries.

The contract that Alan and Shattered Bone signed, leaving their names and blood aura, although it spoke of the coexisting relationship between the two tribes, in reality, the subject of the contract was always only Alan and Shattered Bone themselves. What does this mean? It means that even if the people of the two tribes were to kill each other one day, as long as Alan and Shattered Bone didn't know about it, the contract would still be valid. What Alan and Shattered Bone could do was to try their best to restrain the tribesmen's fighting and struggle. At the same time, they had to restrain the urge to take action, so that the contract backlash wouldn't fall on their heads.

Night. After signing the contract, Shattered Bone still provoked Alan and even had murderous intentions, but in the end, Shattered Bone didn't suffer any backlash. Later, Shattered Bone instigated the ogre Boulder to cause trouble for Green Field and had the gnoll Ivan's tribe attack the Green Field hunting team. Although upon closer inspection, it was all Shattered Bone's fault, he himself, one of the subjects of the contract, didn't take action. At the same time, he restrained the kobolds of the Shattered Bone Tribe from attacking and killing the Green Field tribesmen, so he didn't violate the contract with Alan.

On the contrary, now, even if Alan sent a hobgoblin to Shattered Bone's face to defecate and fart, doing all kinds of shameful actions, Shattered Bone wouldn't have any excessive actions, even if he had imagined countless times in his heart killing the hobgoblin who had done all the shameful things.

"Oh, okay."

Flower Snake didn't understand, but since Alan was so confident, he had nothing to worry about.

Alan and Shattered Bone knew the loopholes in their contract, but they couldn't tell these loopholes to the tribesmen around them. They could only let the tribesmen experience and discover them themselves. This could also be considered a constraint of the contract on them.

"Elder, are we just going to let them leave like this?"

Myer spat a mouthful of phlegm in the direction where the green skins had left, and then angrily consulted Shattered Bone.

"If we don't let them leave, are we really going to take action here?"

Shattered Bone glanced lightly at this fool, and his cold gaze immediately silenced Myer.

"Let's also search around to see if there's anything left behind?"

Shattered Bone greedily stared at the direction Alan and the others had left, feeling a little regret that he hadn't been bolder at the time. Otherwise, he might have already gained something now. It's just a pity that the gains now belong to the green skins. Looking at their appearance, it's basically impossible to exchange them over recently.

Shattered Bone now regretted that he had gone too far when he provoked Alan in the first place, and he also regretted that he shouldn't have signed that contract with Alan, which made him so restrained now that he didn't even have the opportunity to directly snatch it.

In the end, all the regrets turned into a sigh, and he helplessly pointed to the traces on the ground that had been searched countless times, instructing Night and Myer to start working and pick up the scraps.

In his early years, Shattered Bone didn't gain too little from his travels and adventures. The staff in his hand that could slightly increase the power of spells, the ring on his finger that could instantly cast a spell shield every day, and the level one enchanted weapon he had previously given to Night were all treasures that Shattered Bone had saved up. But similarly, the materials and money he had consumed over the years were also quite a lot. The epiphytic gems obtained from the tribe's mining of mineral deposits, and the various wealth obtained by the tribesmen from looting caravans and slaughtering tribes were all exchanged by Shattered Bone for valuable spellcasting materials.

Mages can reduce the consumption of spellcasting materials and improve their spellcasting abilities by systematically learning knowledge and understanding the construction of spell models; while warlocks can only make the spell model more compatible with their bloodline by repeatedly casting spells, so that they can understand the principles of the spell model and improve their spellcasting abilities.

Many spells require spellcasting materials. For example, fire spells mostly require materials such as carbon powder, sulfur, and even magnesium powder. The seemingly unrestrained spellcasting actions are actually the spellcaster sprinkling countless amounts of money into the air. Which battle doesn't leave the spellcaster feeling inexplicably heartbroken?

The Shattered Bone Tribe's strength grew slowly for a long time. Of course, there was a reason for the tribe's complacency due to the lack of threats, but more of it was because Shattered Bone invested countless amounts of money and resources into the bottomless pit-like spellcasting research. This, however, caused the tribe to be dragged down by his own consumption. Otherwise, if the money consumed over the years was used to redeem kobolds and improve the quality of life of the tribesmen, their Shattered Bone Tribe wouldn't be in its current situation.

It wasn't until Shattered Bone was over 60 years old that one day he suddenly woke up. Even if he improved his spellcasting level until the moment he died, it would be impossible for him to break through the threshold of legend. Without entering legend, mortals are ultimately just mortals, and their final fate is no different from that of an ordinary kobold. The lifespan of an ordinary kobold is only just over 60 years old. Shattered Bone awakened the dragon bloodline and became a dragon vein warlock, and his lifespan limit also increased, but it didn't increase by many years.

According to Shattered Bone's estimation, he had at most 5-6 years left to live, because his physical functions were gradually failing. The keen spellcasting talent on internal inspection allowed Shattered Bone to even feel the death of every cell.

Therefore, without the possibility of continuing his life, Shattered Bone could only pin all his hopes on the tribesmen. As long as these children with his blood flowing in their veins existed in the wilderness for one day, it would be equivalent to Shattered Bone's proof of survival in this beautiful world.

It's just a pity that this realization came too late. If he could have realized it a few years earlier, he might have been able to help the tribe accumulate a little more foundation and cultivate a group of more outstanding successors. Who would have thought that at this time, a Green Field Tribe would suddenly emerge, developing and growing so rapidly, without giving him more time to react.

This time, running over to seek Dragon Blood was also Shattered Bone's last attempt. If he could extend his lifespan by a few more years by improving his level and purifying the bloodline in his body, then it would be worth it even if he paid more of a price. But now it seems that this expectation has almost fallen through.

The three of them didn't pick up any scraps, but they waited for a large group of goblins. When they arrived at the center of the battlefield, they were like wild horses that had broken free from their reins, stirring up the battlefield ruins so much that dust flew everywhere, almost burying people alive. The goblins didn't come to pick up scraps at all. According to Alan's instructions, everyone just had to let go and turn the entire land and stones in that area upside down. Every piece of soil, stone, and gravel exposed on the surface of the ground must not be the original.

Even if they couldn't get it, then they absolutely couldn't let these few kobolds benefit!!

Faced with such a noisy and seemingly large-scale construction operation, what could Shattered Bone and the three of them do? Even if Shattered Bone was unwilling, but under the premise that he couldn't take action, he could at most use words and eyes to threaten this group of mischievous green skins, but the effect didn't seem to be very good.

"Alas, let's go!"

Coming in high spirits and returning in disappointment, Shattered Bone, who had gained little, looked at the group of intentional green skins around him, and could only dejectedly give up. He said a word to Night and Myer beside him, and walked step by step towards home with his back hunched.

"Sooner or later, I will kill this group of green skins!!"

Myer seemed to have no other ideas besides fighting and killing and making harsh remarks. Before leaving, he stared at Night with his pair of eerie green eyes and said in a low voice.

"Yes, that's for sure!!"

Night solemnly nodded, making a promise to Myer that he would bring Myer and the others to kill over and completely clear this tribe of green skins from the Green Field Plains after he truly gained control of the tribe's power in the future.