Green Monster Epic

Chapter 4: Won

In the Mansas Wastelands, the only rule of survival is the law of the jungle; so-called ethics and morals have no place here.

Although gnolls are also intelligent beings, in the eyes of Allen and Stone, the deceased Man Ya is just a pile of fresh meat to fill their bellies, and they will not be burdened by the so-called ethics and morals of the civilized world.

In the struggling history of the goblin race, when hunger becomes a noose around their necks, they do not hesitate to eat the corpses of their old and weak, or even kill each other to survive.

However, for Allen, the biggest gain from this fight was not the gnoll corpse that could feed him and Stone for three to five days, but the one-handed sword, more than a meter long, left behind after Man Ya's death.

The Mansas Wastelands have limited resources, and the weapons of tribal warriors are mostly simple weapons such as heavy ironwood sticks bound with stone hammers, taken from local materials.

At most, they find a piece of scrap iron to make a spear, which saves materials and has considerable lethality.

The ironware that Allen has accumulated in four years of fighting has only allowed him to make the crude mace in his hand.

The countless thorns and barbs inlaid on the seemingly ferocious mace are, in fact, only a few dozen iron nails if you look closely.

And these dozen or so iron nails were all that Allen collected after smashing a caravan carriage.

Now, the long sword that has fallen into Allen's hands weighs about the same as the mace he used before, and it is just right to wield.

The two-inch wide blade gleams coldly in the firelight, showing how much its previous owner cherished it.

It is a pity that after the life-and-death battle between Allen and the gnoll, the blade of this long sword has been chipped in some places, and the scars left by Man Ya's fighting over the years have reduced its lethality.

Allen stroked the fine iron long sword with affection, and without hesitation, he threw the mace that had been with him for many years to Stone, who was secretly distressed while holding a mottled wooden stick.

Stone was overjoyed, hugging it tightly in his arms, not afraid of being scratched by the iron thorns on the mace.

Stone had coveted Allen's mace for more than a day or two, and Allen had promised to help him forge the same mace, but his luck in participating in battles was really bad.

After the battles, he mostly rushed for food first, so he basically didn't get any decent ironware, so he could only use the most solid and heavy ironwood sticks in the wilderness as weapons.

"Oh, meat, meat, it's burnt."

It wasn't until a burnt smell reached Stone's nose that he remembered that they still had an important item to take care of.

By the time he arrived in front of the fire, one side of the prairie rat, which no one had turned, was visibly charred, which made Stone's heart ache.

He hurriedly took the rat meat out of the fire.

"Allen, yours."

Stone reluctantly handed the two roasted rat meats to Allen.

After being physically educated by Allen many times, he no longer dared to snatch food, but understood to respect Allen, the main contributor and leader, and was used to Allen getting more food.

"Eat quickly. After eating, clean up this gnoll and then we have to hurry back to the tribe."

Allen put down the long sword and took the two slightly burnt rat meats, tearing and gnawing them whole.

The rat meat, which didn't have much meat, wasn't enough for Allen and Stone, who had just experienced a fight, to fully replenish their strength, but it could barely give their shriveled stomachs something to consume, instead of leaving stomach acid that made their lips and tongues bitter.

The taste brought by the spicy fruit peel, seeds, and rock salt permeated the rat meat skeleton, mixing with the oil roasted out, causing Allen and Stone's mouths to burn, and at the same time as breathing in and out, it stimulated a fine sweat, making people feel hot and exceptionally comfortable.

From initially not being used to the spicy taste of the spicy fruit, to gradually getting used to it and even enjoying it, Allen and Stone didn't know if this could be considered a self-abusive feeling.

Not even letting go of the rat meat's fine, hard bones, after a series of crunching chewing sounds, Allen and Stone swallowed the food in their hands in no time.

Stone, who had a large appetite, stared at the gnoll corpse on the ground, which had been stripped of its fur, for a while after finishing his rat meat, and then looked back at Allen expectantly.

"There's no time. If we don't go back, we won't make it to the tribe's action today.

I'll let you eat your fill when we get back from work this afternoon, okay?"

Allen naturally knew what Stone was thinking, but after the previous fight, their breakfast activity today was more than half an hour later than usual.

At this time, the tribesmen on the Green Field Tribe side were almost awake, and Chief Split Claw was probably already starting to count heads to prepare to take the tribe's warriors out to hunt and plunder.

"Okay, good."

Stone finally resisted the temptation, took out a rope and hung the gnoll corpse upside down on the embers of the fire.

In this way, the smoke from the remaining flames could delay the time it took for the corpse to deteriorate a little.

Because the Mansas Wastelands are located on the equator, the climate has always been relatively hot, so if food is not properly preserved, it will quickly deteriorate, which is an unforgivable sin for creatures in the food-scarce wilderness.

After cleaning up the blood and filth in the cave again, and finding some branches and dry firewood to roughly cover the entrance, Allen led Stone and hurried towards the tribe.

The sun rose to its highest point, which was also the hottest time of the day, and it was time for the Green Field Tribe's tribesmen to get up and move around.

In the morning, the weather is relatively mild, and hiding in the camp's cave to rest and maintain physical strength is a habit that bear goblins have developed over the years, but in Allen's opinion, this is caused by the laziness of the bear goblins.

Walking in the camp, Allen found that the gazes of the tribesmen focused on him today had increased.

After a self-examination, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have made a small mistake, that he shouldn't have brought the long sword with him, which had already aroused the covetousness of the tribal warriors.

In the entire Green Field Tribe, only Split Claw had a steel axe, and most of the other tribal warriors didn't even have iron weapons, still using the most common wooden sticks or crude stone tools in the wilderness, just like Stone two hours ago.

However, Allen didn't take the surrounding unfriendly gazes to heart.

The persistent training over the years had greatly enhanced Allen's physical fitness, but under the low-key behavior all along, Allen had not shown his strength in the tribe, because in his opinion, unless he could challenge and defeat Chief Split Claw, he would not easily show his strength to others.

After all, if Split Claw discovered that he was a threat to him, then Split Claw, the narrow-minded chief, would definitely try to drive him out of the Green Field Tribe and exile him to the wilderness.

If he lost the collective strength of the tribe, it would be almost impossible for a single bear goblin to survive in the dangerous wilderness.