Green Monster Epic

Chapter 263: Shardbone's Future (4000 words!)

The young chieftain of the Greenwild Tribe's long howl as he passed through Shardbone territory felt like a provocation to their old enemy, the Shardbone Tribe.

It hadn't been long since the Shardbone Tribe learned of Alan's travels. It was after Night, the successor, had improved his strength that he wanted to go to the Greenwild Tribe to challenge Alan. Only then did they discover that Alan had left on an adventure.

However, by then, Alan had been gone from the Greenwild Tribe for three months. Night lurked and eavesdropped in the Greenwild Tribe for several days but couldn't find out where Alan had gone. Therefore, the Shardbone Tribe didn't dare to make a big move and cause trouble for the Greenwild Tribe. Of course, looking around the Greenwild Plains, it seemed that no tribe except their own was qualified to cause trouble for the Greenwild Tribe, even if their chieftain, Alan, was away.

Night had returned from the Thunder Tribe eight months ago. The first time he went out, he followed Alan, but when he returned, he couldn't find the way back at all. After several unsuccessful attempts, he stayed in the Thunder Tribe for a while, taking it as a training experience.

As an advanced assassin, Night's strength was generally sufficient for adventures around Thunder Town. However, lacking common sense, he didn't know at first that he could hire a guide for a fee to lead the way back. He only wanted to rely on his own strength to find his way home.

As a result, Night suffered a lot and experienced countless treacherous schemes, which unexpectedly helped him grow quickly and learn more about the outside world.

The six sapphires that were brought to post the task were eventually returned to Night by Xia Jier because the task was canceled due to no one completing it, but Night had to pay a middleman fee of six gold coins. A mere six gold coins stumped the hero. Night was reluctant to exchange the sapphires for gold coins to pay the fee. He only felt that it was fine if he couldn't complete the task, but he had to bring back the gems given to him by the elder intact.

This difference in thought eventually led Night onto the path of a mercenary and adventurer, and then began his adventure.

Because he didn't hide his identity when he posted the task, he had already been targeted by others when he was ignorant. The value of six sapphires, at least 300 gold coins, could be said to be wealth enough to make people have evil thoughts, even to kill, in the vicinity of Thunder Town.

The first task Night accepted was to go to the Illusory Light Forest on the edge of the Elf Kingdom to pick ten Illusion Spirit Mushrooms and bring them back, with a reward of 15 gold coins.

Because he didn't know what Illusion Spirit Mushrooms looked like, Night teamed up with an elven warrior who took the initiative to strike up a conversation with him to venture into the Illusory Light Forest. At first, the elf was very enthusiastic, introducing Night to some adventure common sense and caring about Night's life, seeming very interested in Night's background, making Night feel that he had made a good friend and partner.

But unexpectedly, this friendly partner only lasted for two nights. On the third night, when it was the elven warrior's turn to keep watch, he suddenly turned violent, taking advantage of Night's sleep to smash an axe directly at Night's head. However, this elven warrior obviously didn't understand the nature of the wildlings. Night, who never trusted other races, maintained enough vigilance even when resting. The moment the other party raised the one-handed axe, Night had already noticed it.

He squinted his eyes and secretly observed what the other party wanted to do until the other party raised the one-handed axe and smashed it at the greatsword. Only then did Night suddenly burst out, using his speed advantage to catch the elven warrior off guard. He lightly flicked the other party's wrist holding the axe, severing his tendon.

The subsequent battle was very easy, at least for Night. An elf who had fallen to the point of adventuring in the wilderness Thunder Tribe naturally wouldn't be very strong. The elven warrior, who had originally gone out to seek opportunities for advancement, immediately turned and fled after the failed sneak attack and injury. Then, Night, who had caught up, sneaked up to him, and the Kiss of the Viper severed the tendon of the elf's left ankle with another slash. The only thing he could do was kneel on the ground, disregarding his image, and beg Night for forgiveness.

Night questioned the reason for the other party's attack with a gloomy face, and a cold sweat broke out on his back. He was almost tricked by the elf into the canyon on the edge of the Illusory Light Forest, where a team of adventurers was hiding, waiting for him to be led in.

If Night hadn't acted completely unlike a mature adventurer in the past two days, giving the elven warrior a fluke mentality, thinking of taking the gems Night might be carrying for himself, then Night might have disappeared from this world.

Night, filled with anger, tortured the elven warrior until he was unrecognizable. After learning that there were only four people in the team of mercenaries who ambushed him, including two advanced warriors, he beheaded the elf with a sword to silence him. Subsequently, Night, unwilling to give up, followed the information obtained from interrogating the elf and found the canyon with only one road through the giant stones. After paying some price to assassinate one of the advanced warriors, he fled in a sorry state, finally venting the anger in his heart.

In the following days, Night became more and more careful because he didn't know if the people who approached him and expressed goodwill had other ulterior motives in their hearts. In this environment, Night learned adventure common sense and the ability to identify directions while doing mercenary tasks. At the same time, he didn't forget to inquire about the location of the Greenwild Tribe, and his growth rate was extremely fast. The bad habits of young people, such as being competitive and ignorant, were all reminded by Night's countless near-death experiences, and then slowly corrected by him.

By the time Night finally had the confidence to find his way home alone, half a year had passed since he left the Shardbone Tribe.

Of course, in these countless adventures, Night's level also steadily increased, and he was now at the peak of level 10, only a little short of breaking through to level 11.

After experiencing several more times of getting lost and retracing his steps, Night finally returned to the Shardbone Tribe when Alan began to prepare for his distant adventure.

Originally, Shardbone was vaguely worried when he saw that Night had not returned for a long time after this trip. He thought that Night had either died in this distant journey, or that he had seen the outside world and no longer wanted to return to inherit the ignorant, remote, and poor Shardbone Tribe.

Who would have thought that this trip would bring Night experience and growth, and instead make him more and more like a mature leader.

Shardbone, who was already very happy to see Night's return, was overjoyed to see the changes that had taken place in Night, and put great effort into cultivating this younger generation.

And after Night officially broke through to level 11 assassin, he had the idea of wanting to verify his strength with Alan, and finally discovered the fact that Alan had gone out.

"No matter how the green-skinned chieftain provokes us in our territory, we will still follow our own plan."

Facing Night, the young chieftain who had grown so much, Shardbone didn't hide his thoughts from this young chieftain and handed over all the information about the area hundreds of miles east of the tribe that had been surveyed to Night.

These days, Night had also been busy with this matter, but until now, he hadn't found a place more suitable than the Shardbone Tribe. A place that had to be near a water source and also have a mine was not so easy to find.

However, Night was not without gains. While surveying along the way, he discovered three kobold settlements of varying sizes. The larger tribes had more than 30 people, and the smaller tribes had more than 10 people, which was not a small number in total.

However, there were other tribes in between. In the past, the Bonecrushers might not have cared about these three tribes, but the situation was different now. The rise of the Green Field Tribe forced the Bonecrushers to accelerate the process of strengthening their tribe.

Dragging his aging body, the Bonecrusher personally led the tribe's elite, strangling 4-5 blocking tribes. After spending a lot of time, he conquered and annexed these three Kobold tribes, widening the population gap that had been gradually closing with the Green Field Tribe. At least in terms of population, the Bonecrusher Tribe still had some advantages.

The reason why the Bonecrusher personally took action was that he didn't want the few remaining warriors in the tribe to be lost in battle again. With his powerful magic, several indigenous tribes that stood in their way collapsed and were unable to fight back. In small-scale cluster battles, the advantage of magic was undeniable.

"Understood."

Night nodded lightly. If he used to be restless as a young man, then after this trip out, he had gradually become much calmer.

After the Bonecrusher told him about his future plans for the tribe, Night initially felt a little resentful, but after thinking it through, he turned it into motivation, working hard to improve his strength, and asking the old man for the knowledge and experience he had accumulated over countless years.

"Last time, I discovered a mountain range about 300 miles southeast of the upper reaches of the Turbid Water Creek. Intuitively, I think there should be a mineral vein in that mountain range."

Kobold's style of surveying mineral veins is very rough. First, they check whether the color of the mountain rock is abnormal, and then use their talent for drilling holes and digging mountain rocks to select some stones for smelting to verify. Therefore, with Night's ability alone, it is still a bit difficult to truly identify mineral veins, and more luck is needed.

"However, on this road, there is a powerful Ogre tribe, with a population between 28-34, which is even stronger than our tribe's previous neighbor, the Lava Tribe."

"Well, it's okay. After we subdue the newly joined Kobolds, we will consider dealing with these Ogres."

The Bonecrusher pondered slightly. Since they had chosen to leave this land to avoid entanglement with the Green Field Tribe, the further their tribe was from the Green Field Plain, the better. A distance of 1-200 miles was only about a day and a half's journey at full speed for strong wilderness natives.

"I want to try to assassinate the Ogre leader."

Night suddenly put forward his idea, which made the Bonecrusher hesitate and worry: "There is no need for this. After our tribe is ready, I will lead the team over there and wipe them out in one fell swoop."

Since taking the Dragon Blood, the Bonecrusher's strength, which had stagnated for many years, had finally begun to grow again, and there might even be a chance to go further. Therefore, the Bonecrusher was confident enough to say this.

"Elder, I think I can do it! When I infiltrated their tribe to collect information before, I found that their leader couldn't detect me, which can increase my chances of a successful assassination."

"Even if I can't kill him, I think I can escape safely with my ability to protect myself."

Night was not moved by the Bonecrusher's persuasion. Seeing the firmness in his eyes, the Bonecrusher suddenly realized that this child, who had been protected under his wings recently, had finally grown into a truly qualified warrior. Perhaps, now was the time to let go and let this future leader of the tribe make some decisions and actions himself.

"Well, okay!!"

The Bonecrusher's sudden softening and agreement to his assassination request was somewhat unexpected to Night, but at the same time, it made him extremely excited. He immediately grasped the Serpent's Kiss and the secondary dagger at his waist, and expressed his determination to the Bonecrusher: "Elder, just wait for my good news!"

After saying this, with the Bonecrusher's approval, Night bid farewell and left, then went alone to the east of the wilderness.

The Bonecrusher stood in front of his wooden house, watching Night's gradually receding figure, his heart filled with worry and a sense of relief.

"Elder, are we just going to let the Chieftain leave like this? Do we need to do something?"

After Mier's death, Zul became the tribe's second-in-command after the Bonecrusher and Night. At this time, following the Bonecrusher, he asked with concern.

"What can you do??"

The Bonecrusher was disappointed. Another group of children in the tribe had grown up, but only 3-4 of them could be promoted to level 8 warriors. Zul, this guy, is now the person in the tribe who has the best chance to break through after Night, but he hasn't found an opportunity until now, which makes the Bonecrusher a little dissatisfied with him.

"Hmph! Since this is Night's own choice, then he should bear the consequences himself."

Although he said it freely, in fact, the Bonecrusher's final instructions still revealed his own heart: "You call a few people to prepare, we will wait for a while, and go to the east to take a walk. My old arms and legs have been staying in the village for too long, and they are a bit rusty!"

"Okay."

Zul covered his mouth, not daring to laugh out loud, and the worry in his heart disappeared because of the Bonecrusher's actions.

After wandering in the wilderness for several days, just when the Bonecrusher and Zul were already losing patience, a staggering figure finally appeared on the eastern horizon. Zul quickly ran over to see who the figure was. It was not until he shouted Night's name that the Bonecrusher finally felt relieved.

Night, covered in wounds, did not put down the big head he was carrying in his hand until he walked up to the Bonecrusher. The original owner of the head should have been very aggrieved. Even now that it was separated from the corpse, it had not closed its eyes. The two lifeless eyeballs revealed a strong sense of anger and hatred. I don't know how Night succeeded in making the Ogre leader unable to rest in peace even in death.

Of course, Night himself was not in good condition. He was seriously injured. Even if Night had the first move and gave the rough-skinned and thick-fleshed Ogre leader an almost fatal blow, the opponent, relying on his tyrannical vitality and recovery ability, turned around and entangled Night. Finally, after a thrilling fight between the two, Night stabbed the opponent's heart with a sword before the Ogre tribe arrived, completing the final kill.

The price he paid was being strangled to death by the Ogre leader's strong arms, several ribs in his chest were directly broken, and even inserted into his internal organs, causing internal bleeding in his eyes.

Fortunately, Night himself carried healing scrolls and potions, which helped him to continue his life and kill his way out of the Ogre's camp.

"See, you're still showing off!"

The Bonecrusher looked at the little guy who was dying but still smiled at him, his eyes filled with relief but his mouth scolded him, and then he called Zul and the others to quickly help Night up and walk slowly towards Bonecrusher Village.

Unknowingly, I have updated more than 600,000 words. This writing work is really not easy. A lot of hair falls off from my pillow, and even before going to bed, I am thinking about how to develop the plot next. The whole person seems to be possessed.

But fortunately, after all, with the support of all book friends, I don't feel like I'm playing a single-player game. I'm about to enter the next volume, and I hope to give you a good story.