Green Monster Epic

Chapter 487: Heading South

“Does being a chieftain require this much exhaustion?”

Looking at Allen, who exuded weariness, Eric, stationed at Nasir Fortress, asked curiously.

On the first day of negotiations with Arier and the others, Allen had asked Eric to join and participate, but Eric's heart wasn't in it, so he left after a brief meeting.

Although he didn't participate, Eric still had channels to know that Allen and Chitin-Eye, the two chieftains, had stayed up for two consecutive nights, their voices as intense as if they were fighting.

Since coming into contact with Allen, Eric had almost never seen Allen so disheveled as he was now, so he couldn't help but sigh.

“Ah, tell me about it!”

Allen himself was filled with mixed feelings; he would rather engage in a life-and-death battle with a strong enemy than go through a situation like today again.

Scheming and plotting with people, calculating various gains and losses, and trying to figure out other people's thoughts… the brain needs to be constantly running at high speed, and it has to adapt to changes at any time. The energy consumed may not be lower than a fierce battle.

“What else do I need to do next?”

Eric had been used as free labor by Allen for almost a year.

Although he had contributed a lot in the previous two assassinations, for the rest of the time he was just stationed in one place as a deterrent, so it wasn't too tiring.

But after all, he also had his own career to manage.

Being away from the Tanding Society for a long time, Eric was still a little worried.

“Thanks to your help this time, so to repay you, I took the liberty of notifying the Tanding Society when I returned to Green Lake Town, asking them to send a preaching team to Namur Fortress.”

“I may have to go south to Mansa City to report to the council and submit an application to correct the tribe's name, so I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you to stay at Namur Fortress for a while.”

“Just right, you can use this time to establish a stable organizational structure for Namur Fortress and promote your ideas.”

Allen smiled apologetically and said.

“In other words, Nasir Fortress doesn’t need me to look after it anymore.”

Eric frowned slightly, but seeing Allen's supportive attitude towards their Tanding Society, he could only suppress his slight dissatisfaction.

“Yes, I have promised Chieftain Arier and the others that I will completely hand over the fortress to them within a month.”

“Anyway, the things that should be taken away have been scavenged, so it’s time to leave.”

It would be a lie to say that he didn't feel sorry for this fortress, but Allen was also very clear that handing over Nasir Fortress to the Chitin-Eye and Arier tribes was not a losing deal, and even related to Allen's layout for the future.

“But don’t be careless.

Although we have reached an agreement with the trolls and gnolls and can be regarded as invisible allies, I am not sure whether these greedy guys will suddenly turn against us and attack our tribe.”

“I have arranged everything at the fortress.

If a battle really breaks out, you only need to appear in front of the army to boost their morale.”

“Okay.”

Eric, who didn't like worldly affairs, left quickly, not at all attached to the power of commanding tens of thousands of people in Nasir Fortress.

Allen still had to delay some time in the fortress, which was to instruct Arbad and the others to evacuate the last batch of more than ten thousand hobgoblin elderly and weak.

The last batch of hobgoblins had a strong resistance to migration.

After all, this was where they were born and raised, and their homes were here.

Now it was easy to ask them to leave.

Arbad had mobilized people many times, but even now there were still more than 10,000 hobgoblins who had not left.

“Take away the remaining young and female hobgoblins by force, and let the remaining old guys stay in the fortress if they don’t want to leave!”

Arbad's specialty was leading troops in battle.

Now it was good enough that he could safely evacuate most of the supplies and hobgoblins from Nasir Fortress, so although his mission was not perfectly completed, Allen did not reprimand him for it.

The old hobgoblins didn't contribute much to the tribe in the first place.

Since they didn't want to leave, Allen was too lazy to waste energy on it and could save food.

On the other hand, the young hobgoblins and the fertile female hobgoblins still had value to the tribe, so it was safer to take them away.

Next, the fortress would be handed over to the gnolls and trolls.

Allen could actually imagine what the final outcome would be for the hobgoblins left behind.

However, by leaving these old guys behind, Allen could also test the attitude of Arier and Chitin-Eye's tribes towards the hobgoblins, which could be regarded as making use of waste.

“...Yes.”

Arbad, who had never been soft-hearted when leading troops in battle against the enemy, hesitated for a long time after hearing Allen's instructions, but in the end, he could only nod in agreement.

“After taking this last batch of hobgoblins back to Namur Fortress, your mission is not over yet.

A five-thousand-strong army has been selected at Namur Fortress, and you have to train the team in the shortest possible time.”

“The kind that can fight!!!”

“Yes!!!”

The army was prepared to guard against trolls and gnolls.

Coupled with the small-scale mithril magical props excavated from the underground ruins of the Namur Chieftain's Castle, and a large number of hobgoblins in the fortress, it could almost guarantee that the fortress would not be captured in a short time.

From a macro perspective, after Allen explained the next action instructions to Arbad, Allen went to say hello to the two chieftains, Chitin-Eye and Arier, who were busy organizing manpower to move to Nasir Fortress, and prepared to leave.

When he went, Allen happened to meet the other three legendary powerhouses from the troll and gnoll tribes, and couldn't help but sigh.

Snowmi was worthy of being the strongest force in the Northern Territory.

Although he had lost two legends in a row, in a short period of time, a newly advanced young legend had reappeared in Arier's tribe.

That was a middle-aged face full of mature aura.

It seemed that he was already in his 50s when he broke through.

After a legendary powerhouse is promoted, they will generally maintain the age they were when they were promoted, unless they are lucky enough to break through at the age of 60-70, and then they will adjust themselves to restore to middle age after the promotion.

Steadiness with vitality is the biggest characteristic of this kind of newly promoted legend, especially the ambition and fighting spirit revealed in their eyes, which is something that other legends who have accumulated over the years do not have.

As for the two legendary gnolls of Raven's Claw, one should be a Frenzied Warrior similar to Allen, and the other is a legendary priest.

Just standing there naturally has a brutal and sinister aura that resonates with the surrounding space, affecting people's hearts.

Allen guessed that the other party might be a priest who believes in the Gnoll King.

When will another member of our clan be added to my tribe?

In this way, the Greenwood Tribe can be considered a real member of the Mansa Alliance.

Although Eric, this human legend, is nominally a part of the Green Leaf, Allen still has some concerns and precautions in his heart. After all, the races are different, and goblins are naturally reproductively isolated from other races. Intermarriage is impossible. If he becomes too powerful, it may bring hidden dangers to the rule of the goblins.

The look of envy had just appeared when Allen suppressed it back to the depths of his heart, because he had absolute confidence that countless legends would be born in his tribe, it was only a matter of time.

Returning to Fort Muer, before he could find Facardo to give him a few words of advice, Philemon, who had been waiting impatiently, appeared in front of Allen.

"Chief Allen, are you avoiding me now?"

Coming up with an unkind tone, Philemon stared at Allen, fearing that he would run away again.

This time, brokering a truce between the Northern tribes and the Drow is very important to Philemon. It can be regarded as a wipe for some of the losses he has caused to the church's interests several times before. Otherwise, according to the church's repeated failures in the North, Philemon is very likely to be removed from the position of High Priest of the North and return to Mansa City to become a nominal High Priest without much real power.

"You are not someone who can't be seen, why should I avoid you, Lord Philemon."

Allen made a small joke.

"Then you know that there are still things between us that haven't been settled. You've been out for more than a month. What are you doing if you're not avoiding me?"

Philemon had no intention of joking with Allen, and asked fiercely.

"Isn't this to help inquire about the attitude of Yareial and the others in the north for the things we agreed on!"

Allen replied calmly.

"Then, what did they say?"

Hearing this, Philemon's face improved a little.

"Well, to be honest, it's difficult. As soon as the two leaders hear about the Drow, their eyes glow fiercely, and they can't wait to tear them apart on the spot, let alone a truce."

Allen did not directly tell the other party that he had persuaded them, but exaggerated the difficulty of the matter.

"Don't tell me these useless words!!"

Philemon's expression improved a little, but his attitude was still tough: "We agreed at the time that I would support you to inherit the position of patriarch of the Aginaga tribe, and you would help me resolve the friction between the Northern tribes and the Drow."

"Now, do you think that you can go back on our promise now that you have become the patriarch?"

"Don't forget, I'm still holding back on the matter of Black's disappearance!! Could it be that you want me to investigate this matter to the end?"

"Sigh!! High Priest, can you calm down first? If I didn't want to fulfill my promise, then I wouldn't have run to the north to talk to the two leaders, Yareial and Grubeye, right?"

"Besides, I didn't say that this matter can't be done!!"

"Then, do you mean that there is hope for this matter?"

The joy in Philemon's eyes was fleeting, and he quickly asked.

"At least when I left, they were already a little shaken. I think it won't be long before they agree!!"

"Give me half a year, and I have absolute confidence that they will reach a truce agreement with the Drow!!"

"Half a year? I don't have that much time to spend with them here!!"

Philemon's expression had just eased, but after hearing Allen's words, it suddenly solidified again.

"My lord, you can just wait here for a while, and then send the news of the successful truce back to Mansa City. I have absolute confidence in this matter."

Allen began to give Philemon advice.

"Recently, the two leaders, Yareial and Grubeye, have been busy relocating their people to settle in Fort Nasier, so I'm afraid they will be quite busy. As for me, I'm back this time to report the progress to you, and I still have to go north to Bonn City to help them guard the front line and connect with each other."

"When the time is right, I will be able to get the truce done!!"

"Humph!!"

Although Philemon was anxious in his heart, he breathed a sigh of relief after receiving Allen's accurate time commitment.

"You dare to make a promise when things are still up in the air!!"

"Why don't I go to the front line with you? It just so happens that I can chat with the Drow."

"It's best not to. At this time, the two leaders' psychological emotions are very delicate. I'm afraid that your visit will stimulate them instead. Moreover, if I go to the front line to help, then Fort Muer will be left behind. The city is not peaceful, and I'm also worried that someone will..."

Allen seemed to be sincerely thinking for Philemon. In the end, after some communication between the two, Philemon agreed to continue to stay in Fort Muer, while Allen went north to persuade the two leaders, Grubeye.

Soon, after calling Facardo and Luke and other goblins in front of him and giving them instructions, Allen set off to the north.

However, in the depths of the canyon, Allen soared into the sky, crossed the high canyon cliffs, and then bypassed the sight range of Fort Muer, and flew south at lightning speed.

More than ten days later, in Mansa City, Allen appeared in the most important core area of the inner city—the Mansa Council Building without alarming anyone.

"The council is an important place, no idlers allowed!!"

Before Allen could enter the magnificent dome-shaped building, he was stopped far away by a team of ogres and bear goblin warriors wearing heavy armor and holding heavy battle axes outside the spacious gate.

"Huh?"

Allen was slightly stunned, and then a heavy legendary aura rose from his body, immediately making the faces of the warriors in front of him turn cold.

Clang clang!!

The expected situation did not appear. Although he revealed his legendary status, the wasteland warriors in front of him did not give way to Allen because of this. Instead, they raised their weapons one after another and stared at Allen solemnly.

"My lord, this is an important place for my Mansa Council, please state your identity!!"

The ogre warrior at the head braced himself against the pressure from his soul and calmly reminded Allen.

"If you are not a member of my council, please leave as soon as possible!!"

"..."

This was actually Allen's first time reporting to the Council Building. When he was still an unofficial member, Allen had only gone to the City Lord's Mansion and dealt with the City Lord a few times. Therefore, according to Allen's idea, now that he is a member of the alliance, he should naturally come to the council to report.

"Who is it that dares to act wildly in my Mansa Council's important place!!"

Before Allen could express anything, a heavy pressure, as if weighing millions of pounds, rushed towards Allen's body. The instinct deep in his soul kept sending out fierce warnings, reminding Allen how powerful the owner of the suddenly spreading voice was.

This was the first time Allen had felt such a powerful aura, as if a real sharp blade had suddenly pierced into his spiritual world. Countless illusory phantoms and killing intents made the fluff all over his body stand on end, and his body unconsciously made a fighting posture.

Before his eyes blurred, a figure that was not too tall appeared in front of Allen. Before Allen could carefully examine the other party's face, a fierce gust of wind suddenly rushed towards him.

Boom!!

I broke my promise. I can't help it. Several TV series have been filmed recently, and my weak will was directly seduced by the dramas...