Green Monster Epic

Chapter 395: The Foolish Old Man Removes the Mountains

The Mansa Mountains are not just a mountain range, but also a legend about gods. Their majestic undulations resemble a grand city wall, encircling the east and west sides of the wilderness, protecting it from the invasion of the powerful and prosperous sea tribes in the endless ocean, but also causing the wilderness to lose many things.

Allen was not an indecisive person. After learning about the possibility of changing the Green Field Plains from Eric, he didn't stay in the village for long before flying to the Mansa Mountains to investigate the actual situation.

Klay, as the representative of the Oak Temple, expressed his opposition to this matter in a long exchange with Allen, but Allen at least heard an attitude from their conversation: although the temple opposed digging through the mountains and changing the climate, they would not stop other wilderness natives from doing such things.

After all, for races living in harsh environments, doing anything to survive is a natural choice.

Standing on the bare, gray-brown summit of the mountain range, all that could be seen were undulating mountains. If one really wanted to excavate a wide gap in this range of mountains, Eric's words that it would take generations of hard work from the Green Leaf Tribe were just to comfort Allen and deliberately downplay the difficulty.

Without hundreds or even thousands of years of time, without the investment of dozens of generations, wanting to excavate such a vast project with simple tools is simply a fantasy!

Just from Allen's aerial view and rough measurement, even choosing the narrowest part of the mountain range to excavate would still be at least 300 miles of straight-line distance. And according to Eric's statement, the excavated gap must be at least a hundred miles wide. Calculating it this way, the amount of work is completely beyond the capacity of a medium-sized tribe.

Even if this world is a world of high magic and martial arts, where the strength of individual bodies is strong enough, and the magical effects of magic often make people's eyes light up, it can only be said to slightly reduce the engineering difficulty envisioned by Eric.

Allen's expression was not very good. Further to the west, a faint, fishy sea breeze blew. Although the mountains on the horizon blocked Allen's view, the touch of azure blue that he had seen when looking down earlier was still intoxicating. If the Green Field Plains could also have such abundant water resources, then the harsh environment that had plagued the Green Leaf Tribe for many years would probably become a valuable asset in the hands of the tribesmen.

His right hand reached back, and the heavy, wide Bone Cleaver appeared in Allen's hand. Then, Allen calmed his breath, his pupils slightly closed, and the violently surging anger gradually converged towards the blade of the Bone Cleaver with the beating of his heart. The air gradually solidified, as if sensing the power of Allen's sword move. The flames formed by anger in the dark golden blade gradually dimmed and were slowly absorbed into the blade of the Bone Cleaver.

After a dozen breaths, Allen's tiger eyes suddenly opened, and in the dazzling cold light, his right leg took a step forward. At the same time as he stepped forward in a bow stance, the Bone Cleaver, which had been dragging on the ground, was suddenly raised high, and then slammed heavily into the ground.

The 'Earth Splitting' sword move contained almost half of Allen's anger, ferociously pouring into the ground beneath his feet. The hill dozens of meters high suddenly shook, and countless solid rocks shattered and rolled down the steep slope. A long sword mark stretched from the top of the mountain to the halfway point, and the depths of the dark sword mark were unknown how deep they had penetrated into the ground.

This was the strongest sword move that Allen could currently unleash, but because it required too much power accumulation and the skill of force exertion was not yet mature, it could not be used in combat. Now, without enemies or opponents, he was just chopping at a small mountain. Once unleashed, the destructive power was not bad, but it still made Allen frown tightly. It seemed that it had not achieved the effect he had imagined.

The solidity of the rock far exceeded Allen's previous estimate. According to Allen's calculation of the power of his sword move, the sword mark should have extended to the bottom of the valley formed by the opposite hill in one move. But now, the position of the sword mark was at most 3/5 of the height of the hill, which showed the solidity of the main body of this rocky mountain.

In one breath, after another ten or so breaths of adjusting his energy, the Bone Cleaver, once again reversed and chopped straight down, finally directly split the top of the rocky mountain from the middle. The two sword marks extended in opposite directions, and the rocks split from the middle extended down from the top of the mountain for about ten meters, looking from a distance like a narrow crack had appeared in a rocky mountain.

After venting all his anger, Allen's body felt emptied. Sitting down on the messy top of the rocky mountain, Allen took out a piece of legendary meat from the dimensional bag and threw it directly into his mouth. After chewing and swallowing, a faint warm current came from his stomach. The energy contained in the meat permeated into his body, gradually replenishing Allen's physical consumption.

After his body was once again filled with vigorous power, Allen stood up again and walked towards the middle of the mountain, stopping only at the end of the sword mark. Re-condensing his energy, the Bone Cleaver was once again cleaved open after a dozen breaths. The earth shook and dust rose, and thunderous, muffled sounds echoed in this lonely, desolate mountain range.

A mountain dozens of meters high, under the vigorous destruction of Allen, a legendary powerhouse, finally took a whole day to completely uproot. And the price Allen paid was several pieces of legendary-level flesh made into food, as well as gradually sore blood vessel walls and muscle damage.

Countless boulders larger than Allen's height were piled up in the valley in a crooked and disordered manner. Allen, in one breath, simply resumed his old business and used the Bone Cleaver to cut all these rocks into neat stone bricks, which was a continuation of his basic sword skill polishing.

The gray-brown granite material can be regarded as an excellent material among stone materials, and Allen vaguely felt that the stone materials in this mountain range were not just simple granite, because with Allen's legendary strength, even granite would not be so difficult to destroy as it was now.

It was a pity that this place was still too far away from the village, otherwise, transporting these stone materials back, whether to build houses or expand the village walls, would be good main materials. With the establishment of the Oak Church in the village, although it brought many benefits to the village, it also brought many inconveniences to the villagers.

For example, when the villagers went out hunting, they had to follow the rule of not hunting prey with cubs. When encountering small herds, they could only hunt at most 1/3 of the prey. Even the behavior of randomly felling trees in the past, now under the gaze of the priests of the Oak Church, the goblins did not dare to cut down too many large trees, and for every large tree felled, they had to plant at least ten seedlings.

Under various rules, the goblins in the village were too lazy to use wood as building materials, and all learned from Chief Allen's style, building new houses with stone buildings. Even the various furniture in the houses, if they could be made of stone, they would definitely not use wood, even if stone furniture was really bulky and not very convenient.

There was no way, who made the goblins' strength generally good, and their temperament really too lazy.

However, these stone materials could just be used locally to build a brand new stronghold in this mountain range. Since there was hope of changing the environment, even if it seemed as difficult as ascending to heaven at this time, Allen did not give up the idea of digging through the mountains because of these difficulties.

As a legend, Allen never believed that such a powerhouse should be high above, sitting in the village and enjoying various superior lives. Perhaps, when Allen one day was indeed old and lost the motivation to move forward, he would stay in the village to enjoy his old age, but at least he was still willing to fight and work hard for the future of the tribe.

Eric's philosophy is very much in line with the laws of wilderness survival. There has never been a savior, and the belief in gods is only a shortcut for the wilderness natives to change their lives. If you really want to become a devout believer of a certain god, at least in Green Lake Village now, it will probably take some time and effort, and the effect may not be very good.

Relying solely on the Greenwild Tribe's people to carve through these mountains with rudimentary tools would naturally take countless years. However, if Alan were to personally undertake the task, the progress would undoubtedly accelerate, and the possibility of completion would be greatly enhanced.

In any case, Alan was currently in dire need of finding a place and method to temper his body and enhance his strength. His earlier destruction of the stone mountain served as an experiment to determine whether the act of excavation could temper his body.

Now it seems that continuously engaging in excavation activities with his physical body, although inferior to tempering under the Great Falls, has the advantage of perseverance, and the effect may not be much slower. Moreover, perseverance has always been a point of pride for Alan. Even now, he diligently practices basic sword techniques every morning without fail, a routine that has remained unchanged for decades.

Furthermore, it's not just himself who can temper his body by quarrying stones. Those mid-level and above combat professionals in the tribe can also utilize this monotonous and tedious labor to train their basic combat skills, as well as their patience and resilience!

After returning to the village, Alan didn't interfere much in the village's affairs, except for holding several meetings with Shi Sheng and others to understand the village's development plans. Next, Alan planned to gradually implement his formulated reform plan, while he would no longer manage other village matters.

Shi Sheng has done a good job in recent years. Although he inevitably has some shortcomings of young people, causing some troubles, on the whole, his ability is still sufficient to manage Green Lake Village, a village with an increasing population and a doubling of trivial matters.

After reaching the Legendary level, even if Alan doesn't deliberately win over the backbone of the village, no one would dare to provoke Alan's authority as the patriarch. Unless another Legendary appears in the village, Alan doesn't have to worry about anyone plotting against him. With a wave of his hand, Alan can use crushing strength to directly eliminate those insidious villains.

Moreover, it's time to delegate power to the younger generation in the tribe, allowing them to familiarize themselves with and practice how to manage the tribe sooner. In the future, due to his longer lifespan, Alan's travels may take several years at a time, and he cannot always stay in the village. Therefore, village affairs will mostly have to be handed over to capable individuals like Shi Sheng.

Come to think of it, Hua She, the guy Alan trusts the most, has been away from the village for more than six years. Although he occasionally shows his face at the noodle shop in Mansha City to report his safety to Alan and the others, he has not returned to the village even once until now.

Most of the ten-year agreement he made has passed, and in another three years or so, he should be back. At that time, having him sit in the village and assist Shi Sheng and the others will be more secure for Alan and the tribe.

His thoughts drifted a bit far. Alan restrained his emotions, returned to calm, and after another meditation, coupled with the assistance of the meat that had not yet been fully digested, he once again restored to a perfect state. Using food made from Legendary flesh to replenish physical strength was a bit of overkill, but who told the village's alchemy to be so backward that they couldn't make those expensive potions that accelerated recovery?

Alan had already verified on the tribesmen in the village that dishes made from Legendary flesh, although also having a good effect on breaking through and advancing, were not as effective as dishes made from the flesh of demons and devils. It was better for Alan to use it as a tonic to restore his rage and physical strength.

Perhaps Alan hadn't yet discovered the greater role of Legendary flesh, and he still needed to calm down and continue to study it.

In this way, Alan rarely stayed in the Mansha West Mountains for more than half a month. Except for the first day when he exploded a small mountain with his full rage to verify his strength, Alan didn't use his rage in the remaining days. Instead, he directly used Bone Cleaver, relying on the strength of his physical body, to cut and chip away at a hill hundreds of meters high, all the way from the top.

In front of Bone Cleaver, the solid mountain rocks would often reveal a crack several feet deep with a single cut from Alan, and then turn into fragmented, jagged, huge rocks. As the number of times Alan swung Bone Cleaver increased, Alan gradually figured out a lot of experience from it. Not only did his technique of exerting force improve, but the cross-section of the cut stones also became smoother and smoother.

It turned out that the seemingly monolithic granite itself also had textures and veins. As long as you found the veins and chopped along the texture, the required force would be reduced by almost half, saving even more time.

Of course, because the time spent using rage was very short, Alan's speed of opening the mountain plummeted by more than half. In more than half a month, Alan only cut out a gap less than a hundred meters wide in a branch mountain more than a hundred meters high.

However, a lot of stone materials were collected. In the basin valley that was cut out, long stone brick walls were densely piled up. At the same time, Alan also felt that his physical strength had steadily improved, and his sword skills had been honed to a point where he could lift heavy weights as if they were light. The movements looked light and breezy, but the actual strength was condensed and the explosive power was extremely strong, which could be considered a considerable improvement.

At the same time, the total amount of rage that had been stagnant for a long time also increased by a small amount. Although the rage that naturally recovered every day was not too much, as long as the physical strength and rage recovery were almost the same, Alan would use it all up in one go, and then use the power of his physical body to chop. Under the alternating use, the rage was still greatly exercised.

"Patriarch, an envoy from the Ajinaga tribe has come and wants to see you."

Linus is now gradually showing a mature demeanor, and with the good foundation he laid in his early years, and his genuine interest in Claw Druids, after these years of tempering and learning, he has finally advanced to become a Claw Druid, capable of transforming into several ferocious beasts such as Dire Wolves, Ironhide Bears, and Feral Lions.

At this time, Linus, who had just recovered from the Dire Wolf transformation, walked slowly to Alan with an admiring and awe-inspiring look, and reported to him what had happened in the village.

The valley artificially carved out in front of him, and the neatly arranged stone bricks, were all showing Linus the powerful strength of this elder with a thin figure. Although Linus didn't know what madness the patriarch was going through now, and why he ran to such a desolate and lonely place to chop stones.

"The Ajinaga people, what are they doing here?"

Alan frowned slightly, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Before returning to the Greenwild Plains, Alan had reached an agreement with the envoy of the Ajinaga tribe in Mansha City that after the Snowme Tribe's letter of recommendation expired, the Ajinaga tribe would write a letter of recommendation for the Greenwild Tribe, with a term of 30 years.

This was also the reason why the Ajinaga tribe was able to impress Alan at that time. As for the subsequent anger of the Snowme Tribe's envoy after hearing that Alan had abandoned the tribe, and directly complaining to Elder Taribo and others, Alan was not worried at all.

The Ajinaga tribe spent a lot of effort to win over Alan, so naturally they would not allow the Snowme tribe to come and cause trouble for Alan. Alan didn't care how they discussed it privately, anyway, one of the conditions he proposed to join the Ajinaga tribe was that the Snowme tribe should not be allowed to cause trouble for their Greenwild Tribe.

"Let's go, let's go back and see what those goblins from Ajinaga want from me?"

Alan exhaled a breath, and the air around his body vibrated for a while. The fine dust and stone powder attached to his body and leather armor fell off one after another. This was Alan's way of cleaning his body. When he lifted his foot again, Alan's body had already darted forward more than ten meters away, ignoring the surrounding messy terrain.

Receiving Alan's instructions, Linus's short body was quickly enveloped by a green light. After the light dissipated, a tall and burly Dire Wolf, somewhat similar to Little White, raised its head high and swung its broom-like tail behind him, chasing after Alan's back, and his speed didn't drop much, showing that Linus's speed had increased a lot after the Dire Wolf transformation.