Green Monster Epic

Chapter 449: Estrangement

As Alan summoned the Bone Cleaver, the air immediately filled with the scent of gunpowder.

From the distant drow ranks, the sound of countless weapons being drawn from scabbards echoed. Several powerful figures who had gathered for the mission wore varied expressions. Some, with complex gazes, wanted to step forward to see what had happened, while others watched with cold eyes, sitting back with mocking expressions as the situation continued to deteriorate.

Eric, as Alan's companion, showed no hesitation. He drew his own sharp, legendary-grade single-handed sword, standing shoulder to shoulder with Alan.

Although they were definitely the weaker side against Tede, Lydia, and even the demigod Kirill, that was not a reason for Alan to compromise.

Alan was tired of being constantly oppressed and exploited by other people or forces, of having the benefits that should belong to them stolen from himself and his tribe. He didn't want to see the warriors he had carefully trained go to help other tribes fight and die, only to receive no proper reward.

He didn't want to be anyone else's pawn anymore. He wanted to stand tall and be the master of his own and his people's destiny in the wilderness.

Perhaps he had been too rational in the past, often leaning towards compromise for the sake of the tribe's development when faced with choices. However, each compromise left a trace of unwillingness in Alan's heart. As a gnoll who had endured for years when his strength was insufficient, burying his hatred deep in his heart, Alan's vengeful nature was innate.

At this moment, Alan finally decided to ignore the pros and cons, to stop thinking about whether he could win or how it would end. He used his actions to express his opinion to Kirill, the demigod powerhouse.

The raging anger enveloped Alan, like a burning flame that scorched himself while also inspiring awe in others.

Eric's gaze was firm. Also a powerful figure who adhered to his beliefs, his character never allowed him to abandon his teammates or companions due to a disparity in strength. Subtle magical fluctuations slowly spread, covering the ground.

"Chieftain Alan!! What are you doing?"

Kirill's eyes were icy, and his tone became sharp as he rebuked loudly.

"If you really don't want to, are we going to force you?

"Aren't we discussing it with you? There's no need for such a big reaction!!"

Kirill was somewhat stunned. He had thought that even if Alan was unwilling, he would at least show some consideration for his own face and that of the temple behind him. Then, he could have Tede and the others offer a relatively generous compensation, and with the help of the Oak Church, which had a close relationship with Alan, they could temporarily solve the problem of resting.

After all, the Greenwild Plains were said to be the territory of Alan's gnoll tribe, but most of the land was unowned. If you really thought about it, Alan might not have a reason to stop Tede and his drow from settling in a suitable place.

Of course, the consequence of doing so would inevitably be that Alan, the gnoll, and his tribe would completely break with Tede's drow and become mortal enemies.

"I am just using action to show Your Excellency Kirill my determination!"

Alan faced Kirill's stern hawk-like eyes, feeling the demigod's mountain-like mental power, and replied calmly.

Kirill, born as a half-elf, actually had complex emotions towards this group of drow, who were roughly the same bloodline except for their skin color. He felt both disgust and hatred, instilled from childhood by the legends of the drow's ugliness, and sympathy for their current plight.

However, compared to hatred, Kirill felt more sympathy for the drow before him.

As a half-elf with troll and elf blood, Kirill had always lacked a sense of belonging to any race throughout his growth. Elves were an extremely rigid and xenophobic race. They mostly appeared friendly on the surface to outsiders, but in reality, the extremely proud elves looked down on all other races besides themselves.

In their eyes, humans were vulgar, orcs were barbaric, dwarves were stupid, and the other minority races in the Fayman world were not worth mentioning.

For half-elves, elves were even more indifferent and disgusted than they were towards other races, because they feared that such mixed-blood mongrels would eventually pollute their noble and pure bloodline.

Therefore, Kirill had not gained much closeness or belonging from the elves to this day, but because he had elf blood flowing through him, he was equally wary of the ugly trolls.

Now that he had encountered such a large drow group, Kirill suddenly felt an unknown emotion in his heart, which was quite unexpected in the old fellow's nearly 400 years of life.

Perhaps because of these emotions, when Tede and the others learned that after crossing the Tagan Desert, they would be in the territory of Alan, the gnoll leader, and proposed to rest in the Greenwild Plains for a period of time, Kirill directly supported them.

In this conversation, Kirill seemed very fair, only existing as a witness, but his actions, at least in Alan's eyes, inevitably had the meaning of using the power of a demigod and the background of the Ranger Church to put pressure on Alan.

However, Kirill forgot that although Alan, the gnoll, was considered a member of the Oak faction, neither he nor the Ranger Church behind him had as close a relationship with Alan as the Oak Church did.

Moreover, Kirill thought it was just a matter of temporarily borrowing a piece of land, but for a wilderness tribe, it was a major event concerning their tribe's prestige and future, so how could they easily agree?

"Alright!"

Kirill stared at Alan with a gloomy expression, his face covered with dark clouds, as if he might explode at any moment. However, considering the few wilderness powerhouses around him, and thinking that Alan was, after all, a member of the Oak faction, he forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart.

"I hope you have thought clearly about the consequences of refusing to lend a hand!!"

"I am very clear!"

Faced with the threat, Alan was expressionless and replied indifferently.

"By the way, please forgive me, Your Excellency. I don't see any danger along the way, and my tribe is busy with things, so I'm preparing to leave first."

"Good! Very good!"

Kirill laughed in anger, his face hideous. He flung his hand and walked directly towards the drow team, leaving Alan with a cold back. He was afraid that if he looked at the gnoll in front of him a few more times, he would not be able to help but kill this ungrateful fellow.

Since he had already offended the other party, Alan naturally would not stay in the team and watch the other party's face. Instead of everyone being uncomfortable, it would be better to separate, at least to feel more comfortable in his heart.

Alan, expressionless, looked at Eric beside him a few times. The other party shrugged innocently. After the two smiled knowingly, they were about to fly away.

"Wait a moment, Chieftain Alan!"

Tede restrained the awkward expression on his face. He had been unable to interject before, but now that he saw Alan was about to leave, he quickly called out to retain him.

"You have dropped something that belongs to you."

The pair of exquisite daggers stuck in the sand had been picked up again by Tede at some point, and the sand attached to them had been cleaned off. With an apologetic smile, Tede said sincerely, "Sorry, we were inconsiderate and embarrassed Chieftain Alan."

"However, this pair of daggers is to thank Chieftain Alan for your help, and has nothing to do with my previous request. Please accept it, Chieftain Alan."

Alan's eyes were like torches, piercing through Tede's pupils. He saw no calculation in them, only frankness and gratitude, which made Alan's heart soften. However, this slight emotional change was not enough to shake Alan's will. Since the other party sincerely thanked him, then Alan did not need to be reserved and pretentious. He casually took the daggers handed to him and replied indifferently, "Thank you, goodbye."

Whoosh whoosh!

Alan and Eric left resolutely, leaving the drow and the other wilderness powerhouses on the ground feeling bored. Soon the team returned to normal and there were not too many changes due to this sudden event.

Hehe he, updating early today