Green Monster Epic

Chapter 340: The Boy and the Wolf

Kou'er and the others dragged their exhausted bodies from the battlefield. When they returned to their tent, they were surprised to see a familiar, thin figure standing in front of the tent flap, along with an unfamiliar face about the same height as a goblin.

"Ah!!! Teacher!!!"

"Chieftain Uncle!!!"

Don't let their fierce and unmatched fighting on the battlefield fool you. In reality, during these days away from Alan, the group of youths inevitably felt emotions such as unease and confusion. Especially when a comrade died in battle, the pain and self-blame in everyone's hearts lingered for a long time.

Now, suddenly seeing the chieftain they respected most appearing before them, it was as if they had found their backbone. The helplessness and frustration in their hearts for the past few months disappeared instantly, and bright smiles appeared on their faces as they ran towards Alan.

Pa!!

The big girl Kou'er directly hugged Alan's shoulders, clinging to Alan like a sloth, completely disregarding the feelings of others, intimately expressing her longing for her teacher.

Erin, Linnaeus, and the others also walked up to Alan, looking at him with excitement. Although they didn't have intimate actions like Kou'er, Alan didn't doubt their longing for him.

However, seeing that there were a few less faces, the joy in Alan's eyes diminished slightly. Looking at the traces of battle remaining on Kou'er and the others, Alan couldn't help but feel a bit dissatisfied. He had told his tribesmen to stay away from the battlefield, but he didn't expect Fisher to be so untrustworthy.

However, when Fisher led his team of personal guards, slowly descending from the battlefield, and saw their condition, Alan's anger gradually faded away.

Before leaving, Fisher's tribal warriors and cavalry, together with the lightly wounded, numbered about 200 people. Now, not only was Fisher himself covered in wounds, with various battle marks covering his armor, but even the Snowmite tribal warriors beside him numbered only about 80, not even a hundred.

It was evident how many brutal battles Fisher's team had experienced in these few months. Moreover, Kou'er's team had only lost 2-3 people so far, which meant Fisher had been taking good care of them.

"It's good that you're back. In half a month, the second batch of reinforcements from Mansa City will arrive, and we can return to the rear to rest," Fisher said weakly to Alan with a look of surprise, but quickly relieved, and with a hint of comfort in his eyes.

"That's really good news."

Alan nodded slightly, and at the same time handed over the receipt given by Duke Angelo, the commander, after the completion of this mission. After all, Alan went to the Spring Country as a representative of the Snowmite tribe, so the certificate after the completion of the mission should also be submitted to Ahmad by Fisher.

"According to our agreement, after completing this task, I will have fulfilled Elder Taribo's requirements. Then, I should trouble Commander Fisher to reply to the high-level Snowmite tribesmen and write a letter of recommendation for my Green Field Tribe."

Fisher was actually a little exhausted. It seemed that the tribe had forgotten about their branch of tribesmen fighting on the front line, and had not sent a second batch of support for a long time.

Seeing that other tribes had successively received new reinforcements, most of those lucky ones who had survived the hard battles had already retreated to recuperate. However, his tribesmen still had to be like now, as representatives of the Snowmite tribe, constantly fighting on the battlefield.

Although, just 3 days ago, the tribal messenger finally gave the approximate time for the arrival of subsequent support, today his remnant was pulled to the battlefield again. Although it was not the most current tribal phalanx, but a miscellaneous phalanx relatively close to the middle section, a big battle still made Fisher feel heartache for the loss of his tribesmen.

These tribesmen have fought alongside him on the grassland for more than a year, and have already established a close relationship far beyond ordinary tribesmen, and have become his most loyal supporters. According to the merits they have made, coupled with the growth of their strength in fighting on the front line for more than a year, after returning to the Snowmite tribe, as long as the surviving tribesmen, they will basically be promoted in status and power.

In this way, Fisher can also rely on this group of trustworthy warriors to stand out from the dozen or so leaders in the tribe and become one of the top few in power.

Now, losing a tribesman is actually weakening Fisher's future foundation in disguise, how can he not feel heartache and powerless in his heart.

"Then I'll trouble Commander Fisher."

Hearing this, Alan's last trace of dissatisfaction had also disappeared, not because he was so generous, but because he knew their current status and needs, and it was impossible to do anything bad for the Snowmite tribe. Instead of that, it's better to suppress the dissatisfaction, as long as the goal can be achieved, then everything is worth it.

"But it seems that after this battle, there won't be any battles next, then I'll ask Commander Fisher in advance for a leave for the little guys in my tribe, I think there won't be any problems, right?"

"Ah, this, no problem, no problem, these warriors in your tribe have also worked hard recently, it's time to rest for a while."

Fisher nodded. Not only Kou'er's group of teenagers, but also the Snowmite tribe's warriors will also rest until the reinforcements arrive in half a month.

"Then thank you Commander Fisher!"

In Kou'er's tent, a group of teenagers surrounded Fiddiel, asking questions and inquiring about Alan's battles along the way. Of course, they quickly gave up on Fiddiel with disappointed eyes, because there was really nothing exciting along the way. Although Fiddiel was very yearning for Alan's behavior of cutting down a demon with a sword, he also spent a lot of effort to describe it.

After Alan lifted the curtain, he quietly told all the teenagers present that they were on vacation, and that they would set off to return in half a month. A group of goblin teenagers immediately cheered again.

"Chieftain, I, I have something to report..."

Linnaeus came to Alan timidly, opening his mouth intermittently, wanting to tell Alan something, but Alan's previous methods, and some of the things he had said, made Linnaeus not so willing to report this matter to Alan.

Alan just lowered his head, and his eyes met Linnaeus's. The words that Linnaeus was about to say were suddenly choked back. That unpromising appearance made Alan feel a little unhappy.

"Say whatever you have to say, don't be like a coward!"

"Oh, oh..."

After much deliberation, Linnaeus finally calmed down and slowly revealed what he wanted to say.

This matter was indeed a bit troublesome. According to Chloe and the others' understanding of Allen, they were afraid that they might not get Allen's approval. This was also the reason why Linnaeus had been afraid to face Allen directly.

The matter was simple: the little white wolf that Linnaeus had lost had actually traveled thousands of miles to the grassland and found its original owner, Linnaeus. Of course, if it was just Little White, this beast, running back, it would have been fine. Linnaeus wouldn't have been so hesitant and uneasy as he was now.

But the problem was that Little White, this damn thing, not only hooked up with the wind-type magic wolf they had encountered last time, but also brought back a pack of more than a dozen dire wolves, as well as three cubs born to these two beasts.

Originally, the wind-type magic wolf's dire wolf pack had later encountered a group of scattered demons. Both sides regarded each other as prey, and after a fight, the wind-type magic wolf's pack was defeated. However, Linnaeus and the others certainly wouldn't know that the group of demons that Little White and the others encountered was the same demon team that they had let go in the Nagen Hills.

As for how Little White hooked up with the wind-type magic wolf, and how it later found the whereabouts of Linnaeus and his team and followed them, that would be a very long and boring story.

"...Chief, can you please take Little White and them in?"

Before Allen could speak to reprimand him, Linnaeus hurriedly widened his round eyes and looked at Allen pleadingly, his expression indescribably pitiful.

"Where is that mongrel, Little White?"

Allen remained noncommittal and instead looked for its whereabouts, but he didn't find it.

"It, it's probably leading its pack of dire wolves to hunt on the grassland right now!!"

Linnaeus was a little guilty. Actually, Little White had been with everyone before, but after smelling Allen's scent from afar, Little White communicated with Linnaeus and turned around and slipped away. Like Linnaeus, this beast, Little White, was also very afraid of Allen, probably because it had been taught a lesson by Allen a lot when it was in the village.

"Bring it to me sometime so I can see it, and bring its she-wolf along too."

Allen didn't give Linnaeus a direct response, but he didn't seem to be angry either, which already surprised Linnaeus. He quickly nodded in agreement.

According to Linnaeus's estimation, after telling Allen about this, Allen would at least scold him fiercely, and then he would kneel on the ground and beg, and with Chloe and the others helping to persuade him, the matter might be settled.

But Allen's attitude at this time was completely beyond everyone's expectations. Not only was Linnaeus surprised, but even Chloe and Irene, who had been secretly paying attention to Allen's conversation, looked at each other in dismay, wondering what Allen wanted to do.

Little White had originally been very popular with Chloe and the others, but after returning this time, it brought back three fluffy little dire wolves, which were so cute that they directly captured the hearts of the two goblin girls, who couldn't wait to keep them by their side every day.

Others, such as Treeborn and Bush, didn't have any particularly clear attitude, but since Chloe, the big sister, liked them and asked everyone to plead with the chief together, they nodded in agreement. Over the past two years, everyone had fought and struggled together, and lived together, and their relationship was already comparable to blood relatives, so everyone advanced and retreated together on many things.

A day later, Little White, this beast, led its she-wolf, with its tail between its legs, and slowly walked towards Allen, shrinking back under Linnaeus's comfort.

Behind them, three little wolves, like fluffy toys, rolled lively on the grass, following in their parents' footsteps. Chloe and Irene's eyes shone as they stared at the three little guys with different fur, wishing they could immediately run over and hug them in their arms, but after seeing Allen's expressionless face, they could only restrain their impulse and stand respectfully behind Allen.

"Goo~ ~ ~"

The wind-type magic wolf was named Little Grey by Linnaeus, simply because its fur was gray and smooth, and its posture was very graceful. Its proud emotions could be seen from its elegant gait, showing the demeanor of a king among wolves.

Even through instinct, Little Grey felt Allen's power, but it didn't have the slightest fear. Its gray-blue pupils showed caution and care, but no other emotions. It subtly protected Little White and the three cubs behind it as it walked, and a wave of magic surrounded it.

The three little guys were probably not bad in terms of genes. Although they were not yet adults, they looked a bit cute. When they came to Allen with their parents, their instincts also drove them to lower their bodies and make threatening noises in their throats, ready to pounce on Allen at any time.

Allen stared directly at this family of five. In fact, he had already made a decision in his heart. Just the wind-type magic wolf that Chloe and the others called Little Grey was enough to move Allen's heart. The only trouble was that their Greenwild Plains' geographical environment was still a bit barren, and it might not be easy to support a pack of dire wolves.

If they were a group of herbivorous livestock, that would be fine. Allen could send more people to develop more land on the Torrent Bay side. But this was a group of carnivorous dire wolves. With the Greenwild Plains' environment, which had almost no large herds of beasts, where could a pack of dire wolves develop and grow?

Of course, in the short term, it was no problem to support a pack of a dozen dire wolves. Seeing that these beasts were living well on the unattended grassland, Allen believed that they should have no problem living in the Greenwild Plains.

"Help me make it clear to them that if they want to follow us back to the village, that's fine, but they must listen to us and not mess around!"

"Chief, you can just talk to them directly. They can already understand what we're saying, they just can't speak!"

Linnaeus's eyes were filled with pride as he gently stroked Little White's soft fur. Little White also snuggled affectionately against Linnaeus, and at the same time, it didn't forget to look back and gently lick its partner's fur with its tongue, comforting its emotions.

"Woo~ ~"

As if to confirm Linnaeus's words, Little White lowered its head respectfully to Allen and made a wooing sound, as if it was making a guarantee to Allen.

"Alright, then that's fine. I'm going to talk to Commander Fisher about something."

"Okay!!!"

Not only was Linnaeus overjoyed, but even Chloe and Irene behind Allen had shining eyes. No one could understand how Allen had suddenly changed his temperament!