Green Monster Epic

The trip outside had yielded so many gains that Allen felt it was somewhat unreal.

Of course, the losses were also heartbreaking. The old man's departure made Allen feel somewhat estranged from Thornburg, this bustling city.

Xavier and nine goblin managers were left in Thornburg. The regulations he submitted to Allen were very complex. It took him an entire night to explain the details that needed attention regarding management, as well as the system for preventing embezzlement and other methods.

Allen was also very generous. Although Xavier and the others had only just joined the tribe, and Allen had only met some of them two or three times, out of respect for his late teacher and his trust in the old man's judgment, Allen immediately decided to leave Xavier and several goblin managers to properly reorganize the four shops in the village.

The returning team to the Greenwild Plains was long, with many familiar and unfamiliar faces, and a mutated dire wolf named Little White, who was now lying obediently at Allen's feet like a domestic dog.

This Little White was a pet raised by Linnaeus, who wanted to advance to a Claw Druid, and it was also his observation object for advancement. To advance to a Claw Druid, Linnaeus had to be able to transform himself into a beast with a complete form, which required Linnaeus to have a deep understanding of the transformation object, including the physical structure, habits, and other knowledge of the transformation object.

Although its name was Little White, the mutated dire wolf named Little White was not small at all. At least, a dwarf like Linnaeus, who was 1.3-4 meters tall, was just as tall as its waist when it stood on all fours.

Therefore, Linnaeus usually used Little White as his mount when he was at the academy. Every time he rode it to the academy, it was very eye-catching, and many little elven girls would come over to chat, which made Linnaeus very proud.

It was precisely because he couldn't bear to part with such a fellow that Linnaeus risked being beaten severely by Allen again and stubbornly insisted on taking Little White back to the village, otherwise he would rather be beaten to death by Allen in Thornburg.

According to Allen's previous personality, livestock that were not very useful to the tribe were not worth wasting food to raise, let alone beasts like dire wolves that only ate meat and not oats or other crops. Although the strength of a dire wolf was not bad, it was almost equivalent to the combat power of an ordinary level 5-6 warrior, not to mention a mutated dire wolf like Little White, whose strength was even stronger, almost comparable to an ordinary level 8 warrior.

However, after fighting with the demons several times that day, Allen had personally witnessed the powerful combat power brought by the human cavalry's group charge, and his old thinking had indeed changed somewhat.

Perhaps, raising a batch of rideable mounts and cultivating a group of knights himself might not be a way to strengthen the tribe.

Before, Allen's fight with the human cavalry was very short, and it could even be said that he had only roughly felt the power of the opponent's charge before he had to avoid its edge due to the weakness period after the berserk state, and fled back to the village's high walls like a fly, avoiding the opponent's pursuit. But even with just this brief contact, Allen had deeply felt the awe-inspiring power of this kind of army, which did not consider the combat power of one person and one ride, as if nothing could stop the opponent's charge.

Allen succumbed to Linnaeus's rogue-like methods. There was no way, he couldn't really kill this bastard who had wasted countless resources of the tribe with a single knife, right? At least the other party now had the strength of a level 6 druid and had several spell slots every day, so it was not bad to be an automatically recovering healing tool.

Little White's strength was not bad. When Allen taught Linnaeus a lesson before, this thing even dared to bare its teeth to defend its master. Allen naturally wouldn't let a beast threaten him, so he directly beat this thing hard until it howled and lay on all fours to show its surrender to Allen.

The beating also allowed Allen to test the strength of this wolf, which was almost equivalent to the combat power of a low-level elite warrior in the tribe. Especially when he rode on its back, it could still struggle up and down, which was a good mount embryo, and Allen had some ideas in his mind.

The Greenwild Plains naturally did not have large beasts like dire wolves, but more of dire wolves' close relatives—prairie earth wolves, a group of medium-sized beasts with a body size comparable to that of dwarves.

But Allen knew where there were dire wolves. If you continue to walk more than two thousand miles south from the Greenwild Plains, approaching the central plains area of the wilderness, there were countless dire wolf tribes infested in it. When Allen and Salu went to the Misty Forest for an adventure, the first monster they encountered was a dire wolf that had advanced and mutated, and Allen still remembered it vividly.

War horses might be more suitable for small tribes to initially establish cavalry, because they consume less and are easier to tame, but Allen thought that since he wanted to develop in this direction, he might as well find mounts that were more suitable for goblins in one step.

Obviously, in Allen's opinion, dire wolves were more suitable for goblins as mounts than war horses.

The reason was very simple. Since the Greenwild tribe had developed to this day, the members of the tribe had undergone great changes. Among the three branches of goblins, the number of dwarves had gradually accounted for more than half of the tribe, and in the foreseeable future, the number of dwarves would only increase. So, how to give full play to the numerical advantage of dwarves and integrate them into an army with a certain combat power had already formed a problem in Allen's mind.

The sudden appearance of dire wolves was a good way out for Allen: since the individual strength of dwarves was relatively weak, then equip them with a mount with considerable combat power to enhance the strength of the relatively weak dwarves. Isn't this a way out?

As for the other intelligent races in the Ferman world, perhaps only dwarves and dwarves could consider dire wolves as suitable mounts. Even the relatively thin kobolds and gnolls among other races, when facing a dire wolf with a waist height of only 1.2-3 meters, their legs would not be too far from the ground after riding on it.

Not to mention that although dire wolves have an average size that far exceeds other wolf species, they still have the shortcomings of the wolf genus, that is, their waists are generally very thin, which is a defect of the wolf genus. This means that they cannot carry heavy objects for long distances. Dwarves, who are muscular and like to wrap themselves in iron bucket-like armor, can crush dire wolves directly after riding on them for a long time, let alone ride them to fight.

Only dwarves, who are relatively light in weight, will not affect the running of dire wolves too much even if they wear a set of conjoined armor. In short-distance combat, they can fully exert the sprinting force of dire wolves.

As for earth goblins and bear goblins, who are as strong as gorillas, what mounts do they need? They themselves are like humanoid beasts. If they really launch a group charge, they, wrapped in a layer of armor, can completely rival the cavalry of any race.

Of course, this was Allen's fantasy for the future of the tribe. If he could really make earth goblins and bear goblins form a phalanx and launch a group charge one day, Allen would probably die without regrets.

"Linnaeus, go and bring that human over here for me."

After passing Thunder Town, and walking forward for two days, you will reach the edge of the Tagan Sand Curtain. Allen thought of something, and then waved his hand to signal Linnaeus, who had been hiding from him, to do it.

"Okay."

Linnaeus had been very well-behaved recently. In addition to moving his body and feeding Little White every day, he basically hid in the freight carriage, pretending to study with a few books and notes.

At this time, seeing Allen's instructions, Linnaeus responded crisply and walked towards the human Wollem, who was curiously looking at the wilderness scenery in front of the team.

When Allen came, the team was not large. In addition to himself and Bush, there were only 6-7 ordinary earth goblins and bear goblin warriors. But when returning, Allen's team had more than 40 people, in addition to Roberta and her party of 8 people, there were also more than 30 goblins and gnolls that Allen had redeemed from the slave merchant.

The reason why he also bought a few gnolls this time was because Allen saw that Boban's tribe had suffered heavy losses, and wanted to make up for the number of his tribe.

Soon, Wollem, with a flattering smile on his face, came to Allen under the leadership of Linnaeus.

"Chief Allen, you're looking for me?"

Warren didn't know why Alan was looking for him, but considering he needed Alan's help, he naturally couldn't refuse.

After Linus brought the person, he was about to turn and leave, but Alan stopped him: "Wait a minute!"

At the same time, Alan took out a sharp dagger from his arms and threw it in front of Linus, startling Linus who fumbled to catch it, and then looked at Alan with a puzzled expression.

"Chieftain, this is..."

Alan got up, walked to Warren with a friendly smile, and patted Warren's shoulder: "I have something I want Mr. Warren to help with."

"Chieftain Alan, please speak."

Warren replied, flattered.

"I want to borrow your life for a moment!!"

"Crack!!"

Alan suddenly changed his face, and when his hand, which had lightly patted Warren's thick shoulder, swung down again, he directly crushed Warren's left shoulder.

"Ah... Chieftain Alan, why are you doing this?"

Warren looked at Alan with disbelief, anger, and fear in his eyes, while his body, controlled by Alan, struggled constantly, but he couldn't escape Alan's pincer-like hands.

"Crack!"

Alan's face was very calm as he gently broke Warren's right hand, left leg, and right leg, and then threw Warren onto the rocky wasteland like a piece of garbage.

Warren let out a desperate cry of pain, attracting the attention of countless eyes in the team. Roberta and the other gnomes who had submitted to the Green Field Tribe according to the last wishes of Elder Philok, also looked at everything that had suddenly happened with incredulous eyes, completely unable to understand why Alan, this bear goblin, would suddenly be so ruthless and act so cruelly.

"Come on, Linus, raise the dagger in your hand and stab this human in the chest!"

Alan ignored Warren's desperate and angry eyes, and instead turned his gaze to Linus, who was holding the dagger at a loss, even trembling slightly.

"Today, I will teach you the first lesson of the wilderness: Never forgive anyone who harms my interests. Their only outcome is to atone with blood and life!!!"

From the beginning, Alan had never thought of sparing this human's life. In his heart, this human was already a dead man.

For his own personal gain, he led two members of the tribe astray, and the ending would not be good. Alan, who always valued the tribe, could never spare him. Moreover, the most unforgivable thing he did was to covet the only thing the Green Field Tribe could offer so far - cooking skills. This was like the inverse scale on Alan's body, and any outsider who dared to covet it would die without a doubt.

Even if Warren described his plan in great detail, and even if the plan had a high probability of success in implementation, Alan believed that an uncontrollable cooperative relationship would ultimately end with their tribe's secret cooking and seasoning techniques being stolen. In the end, the Green Field Tribe would lose this skill that could bring stable income to the tribe, which Alan would never allow to happen.

However, Alan was cautious. Moreover, the person he wanted to kill was a human. He was afraid that his reckless actions in Thornsburg would cause trouble for the tribe's four stores in Thornsburg. After all, there were too many rules and strict laws in Thornsburg. If Alan was careless and the Thornsburg constables found clues about the murder, things would be difficult to handle.

Therefore, Alan pretended to be persuaded by the other party, and then coaxed him to willingly follow him to the wilderness. Now that they were out of the Thunder Tribe's territory, Alan finally had no more scruples and could use the methods of the wilderness.

"Chieft-, Chieftain, I-, I..."

Linus had never experienced such cruel things since he was a child. At this time, his face was pale green, and he held the dagger tremblingly, stopping in his tracks.

"Waste!"

Alan kicked him, and Linus fell heavily on the Gobi Desert. His body, which was hurting from being hit by the stones, didn't dare to move too much. He just sat on the ground stupidly, lowering his head and not daring to look Alan in the eye.

"Bush beside you has personally killed several demons. Look at you, what do you look like now! Where is the style of my Green Field Tribe goblin!"

Of course, being able to use Warren as a tool to teach Linus, this mixed-up kid, a lesson could be considered Warren's waste being put to good use. Linus had learned too many bad habits in Thornsburg. Alan couldn't just watch him become a waste. Bringing him back to the wilderness was to find a way to correct the various problems on this mixed-up kid and make him a useful talent again.

"Get up. Stand up straight for me!!! Hold the dagger like this, and then stab like this!!!"

"Use force!!!"

"I curse you, you dirty greenskin... You-, ah! You-, you will not die well... Ah!!!..."

Linus, who thought he could escape the disaster by pretending to be cowardly, was picked up from the ground by Alan, and then the dagger was placed back in Linus's hand. At the same time, Alan held Linus's right hand holding the dagger and slowly led his arm towards Warren, whose limbs could not move, leaving only a mouth and two eyes that could move.

Even, in order to let Linus see clearly the changes on the face of the person he was killing, Alan also forcefully straightened Linus's head, which was tilted to the side because he couldn't bear it.

The dagger went along the gap in the ribs of the chest, bit by bit, and Warren's expressions of pain, misery, and despair flowed and merged, deeply imprinted in Linus's mind, and it was probably impossible to forget this scene in his life.

"Goo~ ~"

As the sharp blade of the dagger plunged deeper and deeper, Warren's constant cursing and begging for mercy came to an abrupt end, and then his eyes gradually became dazed, with a lingering attachment to life, and he slowly closed his eyes.

"Woo woo~ ~ ~"

Linus's eyes turned sour, and then he burst into tears. At the same time, he struggled to break free from Alan's control, and a faint warmth came from his lower body. Linus couldn't help but urinate, very embarrassed.

Alan released Linus's head, and then pulled his hand back and forth, repeatedly stabbing the gradually lifeless Warren's body a few times, and then pushed Linus's body directly onto Warren's corpse, giving him a hug.

On the spot, Linus, who was crying loudly, scrambled and rolled off Warren's corpse. Accidentally seeing Warren's face mixed with various emotions again, he couldn't help but feel the churning in his stomach, lowered his head and began to vomit.

"Please rest assured, everyone. My Green Field Tribe never softens when dealing with enemies, but we will definitely protect everyone with our lives when treating our fellow tribesmen!!"

In the team, Lacey, Hanji, and several other goblins showed a sense of desolation in their eyes, like rabbits dying and foxes grieving. They lowered their heads and didn't want to face the scene in front of them, and even more didn't want to meet Alan's fierce eyes at this time.

Seeing the fear in the eyes of Roberta and others, Alan felt a sense of satisfaction that his plan had succeeded, and then changed into a kind face and began to comfort these people.

"This human brought it upon himself. He coveted my tribe's..."

After a period of comfort, Roberta and the others' mood finally improved. At this time, even if they wanted to regret it, it was too late. In this vast wilderness, if they really followed in the footsteps of the human in front of them, no one could really control it.

On the other side, Linus, who had just personally killed a human, became a little foolish after passing the initial stage of intense emotions, as if he had lost his soul. Under Bush's care, he acted mechanically like a walking corpse.

"Okay, prepare to set off!!"

Everything finally came to an end. Alan reissued the order, leading this group of people with different thoughts, slowly heading towards the yellow Tagan Desert.

The ground where everyone had stayed before returned to silence. Not long after, it was broken by figures descending from the sky. Several vultures soaring in the sky, seeking prey, smelled the smell of blood. At this time, they were feasting on Warren's cold corpse, which was flowing with blood.

Today is temporarily 5,000 words. A friend came to visit, and if the next chapter is to be added together, it needs to be reorganized.

But my friend is here, and I don't have time to sort out and modify it. Everyone, please bear with it.