Green Monster Epic

"Achoo! Achoo!"

At this moment, Alan, who was two thousand miles away, felt a chill in his heart, but he couldn't tell where the coldness came from.

He touched his itchy nose and muttered as he continued walking through the narrow, foul-smelling alleys of the Thunder Tribe.

The Thunder Tribe had its own rules and regulations, but the kobolds' inherent dislike of hygiene caused the tribe to be shrouded in the stench of fermented and rotting waste and feces all year round.

This was not a problem for the tribesmen in the wilderness.

Alan's own tribe was not much different, except that Alan paid a little attention to hygiene.

The other tribesmen never cared about these things.

A big mouthful of breath was enough to scare away many hygiene-conscious humans with its strong bad breath.

Of course, merchants like Phil and mercenaries like Regis were very adaptable to this harsh environment, but it didn't mean they liked breathing such foul air.

Therefore, after arriving at the Thunder Tribe, most people preferred to stay in the relatively good environment of the inn, unless there were necessary activities, and were unwilling to wander around the Thunder Tribe.

The Thunder Tribe's various things were full of surprise in the eyes of green skins like Alan, who were like country bumpkins, but for humans from more civilized places, there was no attraction at all.

Kobolds and gnolls with beast heads, as if evolution had not been completed, as well as goblins, ogres, trolls, and other races who were ugly, fierce, and completely did not meet human aesthetics, could not arouse human interest at all.

However, the human female mercenaries and prostitutes who occasionally mixed in, or the female mercenaries from the Elven Kingdom, could make the human fellows' eyes light up, but when they thought about the other party's strength or the price they would have to pay, everyone's hearts were poured with a basin of ice water, and they were even more unwilling to go out and wander around.

Only Regis, at Alan's invitation for a gold coin, was dragged out of the tavern/inn after a night's rest, and walked through the kobold town, explaining all the incomprehensible things he saw along the way.

"This is the Temple of Kurtulmak, the god of the kobolds.

The kobold statue in the temple holding a spear is Kurtulmak, the patron saint of the kobolds."

The most conspicuous building in the Thunder Tribe was naturally the all-stone building in the center of the town, which was much taller than other buildings.

Kobolds constantly entering and exiting the temple made it very lively.

The tall doors, the magnificent murals inside, and the golden halo shining on the sculptures allowed Alan and the others to see the demeanor of the kobold god without having to enter the temple.

Compared to the stone statues enshrined on the altar built by the gnolls before, Alan's keen sixth sense sensed the boundless divine power contained within this golden statue from this golden statue, and even his eyes that looked directly at the statue had a feeling of being pulled into a sacred place shrouded in clouds and mist, and being seen through from the inside out by something unpredictable and mysterious.

Alan quickly withdrew his gaze from observing the statue and continued to listen to Regis telling him about this kobold god.

"He is an orderly evil god, so his believers are able to establish such a town with rules here, allowing us to complete the transaction again.

But don't have too high expectations of these kobolds.

The reason why they can maintain certain rules is because of profit.

Merchant groups like ours are not enough to make the kobolds turn their faces, but it is said that recently several large merchant groups have disappeared around the Thunder Tribe, and were wiped out by these kobolds."

"The kobolds who just came out, pay attention to their left chests.

Those with a gnome skull badge tattooed on their chest are Kurtulmak's priests.

When you encounter them, you'd better be on your guard.

The priests' power comes from the gods they worship.

Compared to the pseudo-priests of the gnoll lords we encountered last time, these true priests may receive a response from the gods every time they pray.

If they use the Divine Descent technique, the power they can exert will be even stronger."

"Of course, generally speaking, god priests will not be far away from the temple.

We won't have many chances to encounter priests in the wild, but if we really encounter such an enemy in the wild, believe me, you must kill them at the first time."

"Oh, oh."

Alan regained his previous memories, and his heart turned cold when he thought of the gnoll priest's strange transformation.

He quickly imprinted what Regis told him into the depths of his mind, not daring to forget.

"Also, these few kobolds, if I'm not mistaken, are all advanced professionals, and their strength is not much weaker than you and me, but in terms of numbers, if you and I were to meet them as opponents in the wild, the only result would be defeat and death."

Regis stared at a group of four kobolds wearing neat leather armor, holding round shields, spears, steel axes, chain hammers, and other different weapons, walking out of the temple with their arms around each other's shoulders, and made a definite conclusion.

"Really? Are they all advanced professionals?"

Alan couldn't believe it.

He thought that advanced professionals would be very rare.

After all, most of those around Green Lake who can become advanced professionals are the strongest in the tribe, and like the previous Greenfield Tribe Chief Cleft Claw, Alan, who had been popularized with the general concept of professional strength, thought that he was only an 8th-level top warrior, about to cross the 9th-level threshold, but he still hadn't awakened the unique qualities and skills of advanced professions such as Rage, the gap was obvious at a glance.

"What do you think the evil-aligned kobold tribes can stand on the border of the Elven Kingdom for?

It is said that there are more than 100 advanced professionals in the Thunder Tribe, plus the two strong men who protect the tribe, which makes it difficult for the Elven Kingdom to send troops to attack the Thunder Tribe.

The strength of wilderness tribes with inheritance and god temples is far beyond what your small border tribes can hope for."

Regis glared at Alan contemptuously, and felt a little more comfortable when he saw the other party's struck look.

He was now over 40 years old, but had not been able to pass the barrier of level 10, and it would be difficult to improve in the future.

After all, human physical fitness was not high, and after the age of 40, physical fitness also began to decline.

Therefore, he was now more at ease being a mercenary, and then earning enough capital to retire, returning to his hometown to buy a small farm and become a farmer.

Even so, he never thought that one day he would be hired by a green skin to be the other party's guide, and the price he received was only a mere gold coin.

If this was known by his colleagues in the Rose Principality, he would be laughed to death.

But Regis was very reluctant to give up this gold coin, after all, he didn't have to put in much effort, just a little talk, and this green skin Alan was very agreeable to him along the way, and he took out delicious things to share with him, and the two relied on each other during battles.

Sometimes Regis even thought about pulling Alan into his mercenary team to strengthen his team's strength so that he could receive more lucrative tasks.

In a contradictory mood, Regis always wanted to see Alan eat a bit of a loss and make a joke, as long as it was harmless.