Green Monster Epic

He went with great enthusiasm, but returned in disappointment.

Allen had long known Bush's position in his mother's heart, so he threw the problem to Camellia. As expected, when Bush said he wanted to travel in the wilderness, his mother, Camellia, chased him out of the warehouse with a rolling pin, kicking and hitting him, and he ran back in a mess with traces of flour on him.

"Um, Mom doesn't agree!"

Bush reported to Allen with a frustrated face.

"It's okay, wait two more years. When you really come of age, even if your mom doesn't agree, I, your uncle, will let you go out and make your own way!"

Allen's eyes were kind, seemingly comforting, but he was actually overjoyed in his heart.

It would be a miracle if Camellia agreed.

Her marriage to Legolas, although seemingly giving Camellia someone to rely on in the future, actually made her give up the idea of continuing to have children. The reproductive isolation system of goblins is strong. Cross-racial unions of other races can produce offspring, but only the three branches of the goblin family can combine to give birth to children. Combining with any other race is impossible to produce offspring.

The dragons of the Feyman World, known for their powerful bloodlines, would always do embarrassing things under the influence of hormones when they were young and ignorant, leaving traces of the dragon bloodline in almost all animal bloodlines, but they returned empty-handed only in the goblin race. This is enough to show the reproductive isolation of the goblin race.

Therefore, Camellia has poured all her efforts into Bush, her only child. How could she allow Bush, who is not even 14 years old, to venture into the dangerous wilderness!

Even though Bush is now an 8th-level warrior, no less powerful than his deceased father, Stone, and his basic combat skills are solid, his strength may even surpass his father's.

Of course, Camellia's deepest thoughts are even more calculating. As long as Allen has no plans to marry, then according to Allen's care and teaching of Bush, this child is very likely to become the next patriarch of the village. Over the years, Camellia has diligently managed the village's finances and maintained excellent relationships with the heads of various departments in the village, all in preparation for Bush's future.

"Oh."

The frustration on Bush's face lingered. His strength has now fallen into an awkward situation, and no amount of training can improve it. Bush has tried all the advancement methods on the inheritance crystal, but still to no avail. Therefore, he thought of the story that Uncle Flower Snake told him and wanted to venture into the wilderness to see if he could break through the current constraints.

He gulped down the noodles in the big bowl, and then handed the bowl to Bush. Allen couldn't help but say when he saw him still listless, "Or, how about Uncle helping you spar once later?"

Allen's current strength, looking at the entire Green Field Plain, should be said to have no rivals. A few years ago, there may have been some ignorant outsiders who caused trouble in Green Lake Village and had their hands and feet broken by Allen and thrown into the wilderness to feed the violent lions and hyenas. Now, Allen doesn't even remember how long it has been since he went all out, only occasionally dealing with challenges from Flower Snake, A Xiao, and the others.

"Is that okay? Will it delay your business, Uncle?"

What Allen likes most is Bush's honest personality, just like his father, Stone. When he heard Allen's suggestion, his eyes were delighted, but his big hands were rubbing the thick hair on his head, looking very embarrassed.

"What business can it delay? Uncle doesn't have much to do."

Although Allen's words are not entirely true, they are not a lie. In recent years, as the village's affairs have gotten on track, and Allen has delegated a lot of power to Flower Snake, A Xiao, Da Shan, and the others, the things he needs to deal with are really not too many.

"Patriarch, a kobold has come outside the door, saying he is an envoy from the Bone Crusher Tribe, bringing a letter from the Bone Crusher to be personally handed to you."

Speak of the devil. Allen originally planned to spar with Bush, but now a guard suddenly came to report, which made Allen feel a little disingenuous and looked at Bush apologetically.

"Uncle, go ahead and get busy. I'll practice in the square and wait for you. It's the same if you come back and spar with me after you're done."

Bush was reluctant to miss this opportunity to spar, but he didn't want to delay Allen's business, so he said so considerately.

"Okay, Uncle will be back in a while."

Allen patted the young man's shoulder affectionately, and then nodded to the reporting guard: "Take him to the castle."

"Yes."

Allen patted the salt left on his body after the sweat had dried, frowned slightly, and couldn't figure out why the Bone Crusher Tribe, who hadn't been in contact for a long time, would come over at this time.

Since the Bone Crusher personally came to the door, bringing the heads of the ogre behemoth, Jushi, to negotiate peace, the Green Field Tribe and the two tribes have been in a strange state of peace, and not even a single dispute has occurred.

Allen disdains to use insidious tricks to anger the Bone Crusher Tribe, but the Bone Crusher Tribe doesn't know why, but they have stopped their usual petty actions.

Of course, the current peace is just an illusion. The passage of ten years has still not erased the hatred in Allen's heart for the Bone Crusher Tribe. Unless the Bone Crusher Tribe completely disappears from the Green Field Plain, sooner or later, Allen will hang the heads of these despicable and shameless kobolds on the railings at the gate of their Green Lake Village to comfort those familiar faces who died in the early years of the tribe and are now blurred in his mind.

"Greetings, Patriarch Allen. By the order of our tribe's elder, Bone Crusher, I am here to deliver a letter. Please, Patriarch Allen, take a look at it personally."

The kobold who came was not young. He looked like he was in middle age among the kobolds. While handing over the letter, he dodged Allen's gaze and dared not look directly at Allen, looking very frightened.

"Oh, your elder is really an old immortal. He's still alive now!"

Allen hated this Bone Crusher in his heart, and at this time, he took advantage of the other party verbally to satisfy his cravings.

"Hmph, our patriarch is in very good health. He can eat a roasted lamb every day, but Patriarch Allen is disappointed!"

The kobold, who was originally a bit fearful, was squeezed out a bit of momentum after hearing Allen's somewhat insulting words about his patriarch. He raised his head and glared at Allen and replied hard-heartedly, which made Allen, who had underestimated the other party, take a second look at him, and immediately suppressed the other party's hard-earned momentum.

Over the years, with the strength of his own strength and the changes in his spirit, Allen has formed an invisible temperament. As long as his deep eyes look directly at anyone, even the most stubborn tribesmen or wilderness natives will be intimidated and speechless, and dare not make extra moves.

Allen glanced over the parchment. The content of the letter was not complicated, but it was just to tell Allen to go to the Bone Crusher Tribe for a chat.

"This Bone Crusher has something to do. Why doesn't he come over himself, but instead wants me to condescend to the Bone Crusher Tribe? Does he really think I, Allen, am easy to bully?"

After reading the letter, Allen's face suddenly sank. Although he was not angry, his cold words had already revealed his inner thoughts.

"My, my patriarch, let me. I asked Patriarch Allen, do, do you still remember the contract from back then?"

The kobold was shocked by Allen's overflowing cold aura and stammered out a sentence.

"I, Allen, naturally remember this contract clearly. What is that Bone Crusher planning to do? Does he want to overturn the contract? That's exactly what I want!"

If it weren't for this magic contract, Allen would have been able to lead the warriors of the Green Field Tribe to flatten the territory of his Bone Crusher Tribe ten years ago. At this time, hearing the visitor ask this question, Allen immediately replied sternly, but after saying it, he felt unworthy. This kobold looked like just a messenger, so how could he be the master of the Bone Crusher Tribe.

"My patriarch said, said, since Patriarch Allen remembers the contract, that's good. Don't forget the promise you once made to my patriarch to do three things for him!"

The kobold tried hard to adapt to Allen's powerful aura, and then intermittently said the Bone Crusher's words completely.

"Hmph!!"

Allen was naturally prepared in his mind. Since the other party mentioned this matter, he must have made plans early.

"Go back and tell your elder that I, Allen, will definitely visit your Bone Crusher Tribe in three days!"

"Our tribe will definitely welcome Patriarch Allen's arrival!"