Green Monster Epic

“Lolo, find a way to get some demon corpses again!!”

During his recovery, Allen once again displayed his active and inquisitive nature, beginning to use demon corpses to conduct research, developing food primarily made from demon corpses.

Having experienced cleaning demon flesh, the abyssal power residue on the demon corpses was no longer a major difficulty for Allen. Soon, he developed a food with effects comparable to 'Blood and Fire'.

At least, after eating this food, it wouldn't cause much toxic side effects to low-level warriors, except for minor issues like diarrhea, stomach pain, and physical excitement.

“Well, I need to add more chili peppers and ginger and scallion seasoning to remove the fishy odor from this meat, and the taste will be better.”

On this battlefield front, the conditions are certainly not as good as in the village. Allen can only set up a grill and divide the corpse of a mid-level demon into small pieces, skewering them on wooden sticks, making them look like kebabs.

Because of the existence of Noding, the Oak Knights Regiment Commander, Allen was embarrassed to roast the corpse of a humanoid creature in public, so he could only bury his head in the sand and divide it into pieces of meat that couldn't be seen clearly, so that everyone could get by.

Beside him, there were also a few simple small wooden tables propped up, and next to the wooden tables were several huge oak barrels, but the barrels were filled with malt wine.

“Hurry up, hurry up, the soldiers on duty will be resting in a while!!”

No one would have thought that Allen, a legendary powerhouse, would now set up a barbecue stall on the front line of Lake Samai, selling his food among the wilderness warriors.

Lolo and Mauro, several Green Field people, have now, because of Allen's relationship, shed their identities as front-line warriors and become Allen's personal guards. At this time, they are busy doing the tasks Allen has assigned them: Mauro squats on the ground, his hands quickly rubbing in a thick wooden barrel, inside, chunks of dark red flesh are mixed with Green Lake Village's secret seasoning, marinating to eliminate the putrid odor in the demon flesh; Lolo grabs a wooden skewer in each hand, stabbing them quickly, skewering chunks of meat, occasionally pairing them with a wild vegetable; and Jerry, the Earth Goblin, is busy fanning Allen's grill, making the flames under the grill more intense…

The grilled meat skewers were placed by Allen into an insulated box made of mud on the other side, waiting for the wilderness warriors who were on duty during the day to come and eat during their rest, speeding up the ordering process.

It goes without saying that when the wilderness warriors who were on duty during the day disbanded, before long, a pile of warrior figures gradually gathered in the open space in front of Allen and the others.

“Lolo, give us ten skewers of barbecue!!”

“Jerry, we want 15 skewers of barbecue, plus three cups of malt wine!!”

“Okay!!”

The business was very hot, and the few simple wooden tables were quickly filled with people, who began to call out the names of Lolo and the other goblins, ordering their dinner. The warriors who didn't occupy a seat didn't care, ordering the barbecue and then holding a cup of refreshing malt wine, sipping it bit by bit.

The newly developed barbecue has the effect of stimulating human potential and helping to advance and promote. It has already spread among these wilderness warriors. After several warriors who had been stuck in place for a long time ordered the barbecue and were lucky enough to break through their current level, no one questioned the effect of Allen and the others' barbecue anymore.

Allen was also bored. Now, besides recuperating and slowly tempering his expertise skills, he has nothing else to do. On the Lake Samai front, there are occasional demon teams from the north, as well as sporadic demon squads, but Allen and the others don't need to take action, just hand them over to the commanders below.

The human army is gathering at the Great Falls in the south, with a number of more than 50,000, but compared to the scale and strength of the wilderness warriors by Lake Samai, it still cannot pose too much of a threat. In addition, they have not moved north, so Noding and Ahmad are naturally happy to just stalemate like this.

Therefore, Allen simply regarded the group of wilderness warriors in front of him as his experimental little mice, slowly increasing the level of demon and demon corpses to see if he could further strengthen the stimulating effect of the food and reduce its toxic side effects.

Of course, there is another benefit to doing this, and that is to collect countless valuable things from these wilderness warriors: money, materials, useless equipment, etc.…

The warriors in the wilderness army fight on the battlefield, and after all, they can harvest a lot of useful spoils. The large tribes have a complete military system and can pay salaries every month, but the warriors of the small and medium-sized tribes can only rely on themselves to obtain valuable things. Therefore, after winning a great victory on the battlefield, the issue of the distribution of spoils has always seemed very chaotic in the wilderness army.

After all, if you want to ensure the overall morale of the wilderness army, then you must consider the warriors of the small and medium-sized tribes who occupy a large number of the army. You can't both ask them to fight bravely and obey military discipline, handing over the materials obtained on the battlefield. This is obviously impossible.

Therefore, after the war, the wilderness army generally allows the soldiers below to search the remains of the dead enemy and enemy soldiers on their own. Only large-scale logistics supplies will be received by the army as a whole.

In this way, after several battles, the wilderness heroes at least have bulging purses at the moment, although they may not have much value, but at least it is a place where some oil can be scraped. In addition, the warriors under the large tribes also have extra salaries every month, and their wealth is even more abundant than ordinary warriors, and they have become little fat sheep in Allen's eyes.

After the noodle restaurant on Thornsburg was forced to close, Green Lake Village was cut off from a stable source of thorns for a while. Later, after finding Roberta in Mansa City, although it seemed that the two noodle restaurants they operated were doing well, after all, they were newly opened noodle restaurants, and the thorn income was certainly not as good as Thornsburg.

If you want to continue to rapidly increase the number of people in the village, then the transaction with Yali Gong cannot be stopped, and if you want to continue the transaction, Allen will inevitably need to accumulate more funds. The village's funds and jewelry can only maintain the next two transactions at most, and after that, the public property in the tribe will have to be replenished.

At this time, on the front line, a group of warriors who tightened their minds during the day, guarding against any possible danger, or who had just experienced a bloody massacre and needed to find a way to vent, naturally did not have much resistance when faced with the barbecue stalls built by Allen and the others.

The only thing that can make them a little clearer is probably the price of the barbecue on Allen's barbecue stall, which is always so expensive. If anyone's wallet is empty, they are really embarrassed to come to the barbecue stall to hang out.

Although, in the end, these poor ghosts will also light a bonfire outside the felt tent, hang the corpses of wild animals they have obtained in the wild, or wild vegetables from the grassland, and learn from Allen and the others to conduct simple self-service barbecue to satisfy their cravings. But after all, their conditions are simple, and the effect of the barbecue made by Allen is real and attractive. Therefore, as long as there are conditions, many warriors are willing to come to Allen and the others' barbecue stall, order two skewers of barbecue and a glass of malt wine, and chat freely against the vast starry sky to relieve the depression in their hearts.

“Mauro, don't just focus on skewering meat skewers. Remember the key points of barbecue that I told you. The heat of the barbecue is the most important thing. If it's too old, the taste will not be good, and the effect will be greatly reduced; if it's too raw, it will cause bad reactions from the diners. Diarrhea and stomach pain are not good things after all. This is on the battlefield after all…”

Allen certainly couldn't regard this barbecue business as his main business. How could he, now a legend, really regard this as his main business? Not to mention others, I'm afraid even Noding, the Knight Commander who favors him, would underestimate him.

Therefore, after verifying that his barbecue effect was good, Allen had already planned to let go. However, this barbecue business is so popular on the front-line battlefield, and a group of wilderness warriors have never had any economic concepts for a bite of meat and a sip of wine. The income from the past ten days has made Allen reluctant to give up this business.

In the end, he decided to hand over this business to Mauro and Lolo and the other people of their clan to operate, so that they could play a greater role.

“Oh!”

Compared to when Allen found Mauro, although Mauro is still taciturn, he has at least said a lot more, and his spirits have also improved a bit.

The survival of the wilderness has always been cruel. After losing a left leg, Mauro has a high level of 14, but he does not have the matching strength. This gap is somewhat cruel for the wilderness natives.

Although the rules in Green Lake Village seem to be different from the outside world, Allen once promised Mauro and the others that no matter what they become in the end, the village will always be their home. But when it comes to Mauro's current situation, he would rather have died on the battlefield at the beginning, so that he would have no worries.

This is also why Mauro looked like a demented fool when Allen found him, with a dull face and a depressed will.

Until Allen saw Mauro's situation clearly, he brought him and Lolo and the other surviving people of the clan directly back to his felt tent without saying a word. Allen said a lot of comforting words, but in the end, it was the practical actions that made people feel at ease the most.

To get Mauro to cheer up again, Allen felt that he needed to find a new stage for him, to let him understand that he was not a useless waste. This may be the best comfort for a deep-minded person.

Mauro is actually a very smart person, otherwise he would not have been valued by Allen and promoted from a slave to a high-level member of the clan over the years. But also because of his intelligence, the blow he suffered after his body became disabled was greater than others, because the position he had worked so hard for before would probably be reduced to ashes with this disability.

This is the reality of the wilderness, which does not shift according to anyone's will. Even if someone is as strong as Alan, who holds absolute authority in the Green Field Tribe and reigns supreme, if he insists on letting Mauro return and continue to wield his previous chieftain power, although everyone would outwardly agree, Mauro would inevitably face countless difficulties and blows in private, eventually being forced to choose to give up himself.

Without the strength to suppress the people below, this situation is inevitable, unless Mauro changes his direction and relies on his brains like Tony, which might give him a place.

Now, the task Alan has arranged for Mauro is actually guiding him to embark on another path, allowing him to regain his confidence and courage.

Of course, this also benefits Alan himself, earning profits for the tribe. A win-win situation, why not do it!

After more than a month of guidance, Mauro and his team finally got on the right track. As the Samael Lake stronghold gradually stabilized, merchants who smelled the scent of money also went south one after another, seeking business opportunities around the army and starting to plunder the wealth of those foolish soldiers.

Some organized large groups of female slaves from various races, erected tents adjacent to the military camp, and opened a brothel on the spot to allow those rough men to vent their lust; others brought a batch of gambling equipment, set up a simple place, and began to lure the soldiers in to gamble; and even more merchants brought local specialties from all over the wilderness to sell near the military camp, targeting the soldiers' homesickness...

There are never few smart people. Although the wilderness is seen as a group of ignorant bumpkins in the eyes of the four major civilizations, the things they have learned from communicating with the two continents for tens of thousands of years are truly considerable.

"Hahaha, Alan, why don't I see you bringing your tribesmen out to barbecue today?"

It was rare to see Alan's figure in the main military tent, and Kagiso was somewhat surprised, while also teasing him with a hint of contempt.

As a Legend, spending his days revolving around a barbecue grill was something that not only Kagiso couldn't stand, but even the wild natives who came to the barbecue stall to eat found it somewhat unbelievable.

That was a Legendary powerhouse, a powerful existence who could take lives with a wave of his hand. Such figures usually appeared in everyone's field of vision as ruthless people who would turn their faces at the slightest displeasure, making people feel uneasy and cautiously serving them.

But now, Alan, this Legend, directly broke everyone's perception of such powerhouses. Although Alan's face may not have been very kind at the barbecue stall every day, as someone who had forgotten that he had worked at a noodle stall, he could at least calmly talk to the natives who came and went, which was enough to make the warriors of the wilderness, who respected the strong, proud to be able to exchange a few words with Alan.

This is also an important reason why Alan and his team's barbecue stall has been so popular.

"I have already handed over the barbecue stall to Mauro and the others; I don't need to worry about it anymore,"

Alan ignored Kagiso's teasing and answered honestly.

Kagiso only saw the appearance of Alan discarding the dignity of a Legendary powerhouse but did not see how much profit Alan's barbecue stall had earned during this period.

Using the corpses of devils and demons to make barbecue would inevitably attract countless criticisms in the civilized world, and might even provoke the force of the gods' believers. However, in the wilderness, even if Alan did these things openly and let people see them, it would not cause any trouble. At most, they would be mindful of the face of the Temple of Nature and would not directly order a whole roasted demon.

As the number of people eating and drinking at the barbecue stall gradually increased, the number of low-level native warriors breaking through and advancing also gradually increased. Many warriors who had been stuck at a certain bottleneck for many years suddenly heard the news of their breakthrough and advancement after eating a barbecue and returning to their tents to rest. At first, everyone may have thought it was a coincidence, but after many times, those doubts were naturally broken.

After the effect was verified, Alan's barbecue stall naturally became more and more popular, and in the face of the popular reality, the price of barbecue also rose, and various resources and materials scavenged from the battlefield were available for Alan and his team to choose from, and no one would bargain.

Except for the gnomes, a race with only the advantage of strong vitality, who among the other wild native races does not have outstanding talent in fighting and killing? It is only limited by the lack of knowledge inherited in the wilderness and the lack of a relatively complete magic potion and alchemy system, which makes many excellent warriors in the wilderness stuck at the step of advancing from low-level to mid-level and stimulating the body's energy.

The large tribes are better, after all, many have inherited for hundreds or thousands of years, and they have accumulated many inheritance crystals in the tribe, so they have a good foundation. However, even large tribes cannot store much of the external means that can assist breakthroughs, such as magic potions and alchemy tools, and most of them still have to be reserved for the high-level descendants of the tribe, wasting them on these guys.

As for those small and medium-sized tribes with even less heritage, I am afraid that the magic potions and alchemical items they have come into contact with since childhood are only some of the more popular healing potions and magic scrolls.

Now, it is not easy to have the opportunity to come into contact with and taste something good that is said to help improve one's strength, and no one will refuse this opportunity.

After all, the wilderness natives' pursuit of their own strength has never been shifted by any external objects. Only by becoming stronger can they maintain their current position and have a better life.

On the battlefield, the armor and weapons worn by the demons and devils, as well as various materials picked from these abyssal creatures, are displayed in front of the Green Field Tribe warriors, allowing them to choose, just to exchange for two or three skewers of barbecue.

Most of the planes in the abyss are covered with volcanic lava, so there is no shortage of various precious metals. Every abyssal creature that can be selected and brought to the material world is at least quite strong in the abyss, and the equipment and weapons on its body will naturally not be too bad.

Like the Reincarnation Demons and Ice Demons, these abyssal creatures that can cast spells also have magic glands in their bodies like the magical beasts of the material world. The sharp horns and claws of creatures like Horned Demons and Barbed Devils are also excellent materials for making weapons.

Kagiso looks down on Alan's seemingly small barbecue stall, but in fact, if the abyssal metals and materials collected by Alan and his team were transported to Mansa City, they would be worth at least thousands of gold coins.

And these benefits are only the income of Alan and his team setting up a stall for a month.

Those merchants and peddlers who are willing to take great risks to run to the shore of Samael Lake to do business are not fools. If there were no huge profits, how could they do this!

However, the more shrewd the merchants are, the more they know how to hide their strength and make a fortune silently. Even if they have earned huge profits, they are unlikely to expose themselves to the world, which would only increase their competitors for nothing.

"Clan Leader Alan, you've come at the right time. If you have time one day, shall we have a drink together?"

Akhmad walked in slowly, and his eyes lit up when he saw Alan, who rarely appeared in the main tent. Then, he extended a friendly invitation to Alan, and there was not a trace of contempt in his eyes.

"Sure, I seem to be very free recently."

Alan frankly accepted the other party's invitation. To be honest, he really didn't have anything to do during this month of recuperation.

Of course, the days near Samael Lake have indeed been relatively peaceful recently. Every day, in addition to sitting in the main tent to avoid possible large-scale attacks, the few Legends don't seem to have anything that can attract their attention.

Generals like Akhmad would still find some military books to study and learn to pass the time, while guys like Kagiso would spend their days enjoying life after the necessary exercise and honing of their skills.

Nording has gone to the western front and will not be back for a few days. Now, the leaders of the eastern line of Samael Lake are only Akhmad and Alan and the three of them. The three of them's daily task is to stay in the military camp. From time to time, scout captains come back to report the surrounding movements, and then Akhmad will mark the new situation on the huge sand table in the center of the main tent and carefully consider the problems.

Alan is eager to learn and occasionally asks questions while looking at the marks on this huge sand table. If he is lucky, he can get a few answers from Akhmad, but if he is unlucky, it will be like a stone sinking into the sea, without any response. As for the other Legend, Kagiso, he only showed his face in the main tent and then ran to a yurt next to the main tent in a short while, where there were several beautiful orc females and many delicious foods and drinks, enough for him to slowly savor.

The movements of the human army are very suspicious. They have fought several hard battles with the wilderness army on the western front, forcing the western wilderness army to retreat hundreds of miles, but on the eastern line of Samael Lake, the other party seems to have forgotten the existence of Alan and his team, and have not even approached the Samael Lake stronghold within a hundred miles.

However, the number of human coalition forces at the Great Falls has not decreased. Judging from the previous 50,000 to the currently scouted 200,000 troops and countless supplies, the other party is not without other actions.

The other party's actions are abnormal, which makes Nording and Akhmad, the two commanders who actually command the army, somewhat difficult to grasp. Then, Nording went west to discuss with other hosts to see what to do on the eastern front.

Alan stood around the sand table for a long time, but still couldn't see why. Although he felt that the situation was strange, he really couldn't say what the problem was.

It seems that I have to spend some effort on military strategy knowledge in the future, Alan thought.

The day passed quickly, and just as Alan greeted Akhmad and prepared to leave, Akhmad enthusiastically invited him to his yurt.

I have a cold, and my brain is not very bright. The things I write are not very tasty. Let's just make do with it.