Green Monster Epic

Chapter 505 Epilogue

"Chieftain, are you alright?"

The tribe's intelligence network had apparently detected the disturbance in Nasir Fortress when things went awry, and after relaying the information back to Namur Fortress in a timely manner, Facardo didn't hesitate to issue a wartime preparedness order.

Facardo knew very well that Allen had left Namur Fortress and headed north a few days ago after hearing his report about the conflict in Nasir Fortress. Without much guesswork, Facardo could figure out that Allen was heading to Nasir Fortress. Coupled with the subsequent magical lockdown of Nasir City's main castle, Facardo knew then that something big was about to happen.

Seeing Allen's unprecedented weakness and his posture of having changed into a heavy set of armor, Facardo's heart leaped into his throat, and a strong sense of anger began to brew in his mind.

"Is it necessary to contact Green Lake and have them pull a troop over to assemble?"

"No need. Send someone to fetch Elder Coer. Have the city's troops assemble at the canyon's edge, ready for battle at any time!"

Allen shook his head slightly, stopping Facardo's superfluous actions. Compared to this dangerous encounter and the blow of being betrayed by the trolls and gnolls, Allen felt more of a sense of frustration, a vexation of having his plans exposed and ruined.

All the arrangements he painstakingly made were ultimately aimed at breaking the firm alliance between the Snow Mages and the Raven's Claw tribes, eliminating the tribe's greatest threat, and, if there was an opportunity, intervening between the two tribes as a peacemaker, gradually making himself the leader of the three-tribe alliance, completing the layout of the Northern Territory.

However, this joint scheme by the trolls and gnolls had clearly caused Allen's plan to fail. If the leaders of the two tribes hadn't reached an agreement, they wouldn't have joined forces to assassinate him. This meant that the alliance between the two tribes hadn't developed the cracks that Allen had imagined.

Just as Allen was feeling frustrated and dejected, the troll and gnoll leaders were also filled with a sense of gunpowder in the dilapidated castle ruins of Namur Fortress.

"I shouldn't have listened to your clamor and played this assassination game. Now look, you've screwed things up. I want to see how you clean up this mess!!!"

Maggot-Eye bared his teeth fiercely at Ariell, his face full of regret.

The consequences of failing to assassinate Allen had kept Maggot-Eye on edge until now. Allen, single-handedly against five, actually exhausted the energy of the magical lockdown and ultimately escaped the trap that everyone thought was foolproof. His formidable strength alone was enough to move people.

"Maggot-Eye, what you're saying is a bit too much!"

Ariell's face was frosty, and he retorted just as toughly, "It was everyone's decision to assassinate this hobgoblin leader. I didn't force you, did I?"

"Moreover, if things had really succeeded, wouldn't you and your tribesmen have benefited the most? Although this time we failed, we can't blame each other. After all, we've all done our best!!!"

"If there's really a problem, it should be your tribe's Coer. If he hadn't exposed our intentions, giving the hobgoblins a sense of precaution, maybe we would have already occupied Namur Fortress by now!!!"

Ariell's tone and attitude were cold, seemingly equally annoyed by this failure, but in reality, he wasn't as upset as he showed. As the mastermind behind this assassination, Ariell actually gained something, which was that the gnoll and his tribe were completely tied to his tribe.

As early as when planning this assassination, Ariell had already thought of the situation and problems that would be faced after failure. At that time, the riots that occurred one after another at the bottom and middle levels, which in turn triggered resentment and hatred between the two tribes, forced Ariell to take action.

In Ariell's view, the conflicts between the middle and lower tribes were not a big problem. As long as he could get Maggot-Eye and Bobbyr, the gnoll legend who supported him, to stand on his side, then there wouldn't be any major changes in the Raven's Claw tribe. But how to ensure that Maggot-Eye and his supporters continued to maintain their alliance with Ariell was a difficult problem facing Ariell.

After all, Maggot-Eye was able to reach his current position because he naturally had the ability and wisdom. Although he might not be as wise as himself, he was also well aware that the support of his tribesmen was the greatest guarantee for him to lead the tribe. And when most of the tribesmen had a sense of resistance or even hatred towards the Snow Mage tribe, it wouldn't be too easy for Maggot-Eye to maintain the relationship between their two tribes.

Using the reason of solving the current biggest predicament of the two tribes, Ariell proposed his plan to Maggot-Eye: assassinate Allen, the hobgoblin who controlled Namur Fortress, and seize Namur Fortress. This would solve all kinds of problems brought about by the mixed living of their two tribes.

Anyway, this guy Allen had already shown them the various changes and consequences brought about after killing a tribe leader. Now they were just imitating Allen's past practices, taking him as the target, so as to solve the crisis facing the two tribes, and they wouldn't have any sense of guilt.

Stating the facts and reasoning, and promising that the Raven's Claw tribe would control Namur Fortress after the success, Ariell put in a lot of effort and finally persuaded Maggot-Eye, the old fellow.

The result was very different from the plan Ariell promised. Maggot-Eye was very irritable and angry, and Ariell was very frustrated, but in addition to frustration, Ariell also felt a bit of complacency in his heart.

What had happened in Nasir Fortress before was actually far more worrying to Ariell than the consequences of the current failure of the plan. If he lost Maggot-Eye, this reliable ally, and allowed Allen, this cunning hobgoblin, to take advantage of it, then the future situation in the Northern Territory would be a great threat to his Snow Mage tribe.

Ariell had conducted an investigation afterwards. Although there was no conclusive evidence to prove that the Green Field tribe had intervened in the conflict between the trolls and gnolls, the final result was most beneficial to the green skins. Therefore, Ariell had to believe that all of this was in the calculations of this hobgoblin Allen.

It was because he had failed to see through Allen's layout that Ariell had to start planning for the future of the tribe in advance. Calculating his age, he was now nearly 350 years old, and the remaining lifespan would not be too long. Without himself sitting in the tribe, relying only on Tim, this junior, Ariell was very worried that he would not be Allen's opponent, and that the tribe would eventually follow in the footsteps of the Aginaga tribe.

Therefore, the alliance between the Snow Mage tribe and the Raven's Claw tribe must not be allowed to break down. There was no more suitable ally than this Maggot-Eye: a gnoll leader with a relatively simple mind, strong skills, good prestige, sufficient tribal strength to deter other unruly eyes, and at least 150 years of life left.

Now that this assassination plan has been executed, no matter how broad-minded the hobgoblin on the south side is, I'm afraid he won't dare to trust our two races anymore; even if Allen, that hobgoblin, can put aside his hatred, with Grubeye's perspective and knowledge, he wouldn't dare to believe any promises Allen makes in the future.

Who would truly forgive two guys who were intent on killing him and almost sent him to his death?

"Don't worry, that hobgoblin knows how to weigh the pros and cons and won't really fall out with us!"

Although still outwardly resentful, Arial had to comfort Grubeye to prevent him from doing anything bad out of excessive fear, which would intensify the conflict between the three parties.

"With the strength of our two races, as long as we are united, we don't have to worry about the Green Field tribe's strength at all. Moreover, we have a more valuable role to him in the north, which is to serve as a buffer zone to prevent the drow forces. Otherwise, why do you think he would offer us the fortress we are in now!"

"Give this hobgoblin some time to sort out his emotions. After a few days, you and I will personally visit him, apologize, offer some gifts, and give up some benefits, and he will no longer care about what we did this time!"

"Benefits? What benefits?"

Still regretting, Grubeye raised his head warily and questioned Arial.

"Let me tell you, don't even think about targeting my race!"

"Don't you want to bring the situation back to its previous trajectory? Don't you want that hobgoblin to give up his hatred for us?"

Arial's eyes met Grubeye's, and he persuaded him firmly and unquestioningly.

"We must not be stubborn when we should bow our heads. After all, we were the ones who were wrong first. It's not shameful to give in first. Those green skins need us, but we also need those green skins!"

"If we don't bow our heads slightly, whether it's for our own prestige or to deter the surrounding areas, Allen, that hobgoblin, will definitely take revenge. If he directly cuts off the trade of the northern caravans, how do you say we should deal with it?"

"Or, if this hobgoblin hardens his heart and joins forces with the drow in the north, what will the scene be like for our two races sandwiched in the middle?"

"Believe me, giving up some small benefits now is a timely stop-loss for us. If things continue to develop, I'm afraid none of us will feel good."

"…"

Arial painstakingly analyzed the possible situations that would occur next for Grubeye, which made Grubeye's mood even heavier, and he couldn't help but regret even more: "If only I had known… Alas!"

It's just that there is no regret medicine in this world. The things that have happened can only be remedied for mistakes and omissions, and cannot make things start again. After a struggle, Grubeye could only accept Arial's suggestion dejectedly and began to discuss what kind of gifts to prepare and what kind of price to pay.

The scene changed, returning to the Moore Fortress, with flags densely packed and figures overlapping, a sense of war was born. In just a few days, the Green Field tribe had organized an army of more than 5,000 troops and deployed them on the northern city wall, ready to attack at any time.

Allen had blocked the assassination in Moore Fortress, but for some reason, the matter still spread in the city. For a time, people were panicked. The goblins who had just lived a few years of peaceful life really didn't want to see death and war.

However, there were also many goblins who stood up. Compared to the almost dark bottom life in the past, the Green Field tribe, which has now changed a leader and countless middle and high-level leaders, the bottom goblins can see the hope of a better life and also have a way to be promoted, so naturally they don't want this hope to be taken away.

Of course, there are also undercurrents surging. The remnants of the former clan who are still unwilling to give up began to stir, trying to provoke riots and let them regain their previous comfortable life.

"Boom!!"

Allen was healing his wounds in the arena when a figure smashed down directly above his head, causing a tremor on the ground. Allen didn't even need to look up to feel the familiar aura belonging to Cole.

"Teacher!! Are you okay?"

It's still the same old saying. These days, whenever Allen meets the middle and high-level members of the tribe, they all say this concerned word. Although Allen knows everyone's mood, he is somewhat too lazy to respond after hearing it too much.

"What do you think?"

Seeing Cole's furious look, Allen felt both warm and unhappy.

"You're already an elder, and you're still so reckless!!"

"Teacher, when are we going to do it!! I must kill those guys!!!!!"

Ignoring Allen's reprimand, Cole roared with a murderous look on his face.

"Do what!! Do it with who!!"

Allen got up, walked to Cole, gently tapped the girl's head, and then Cole raised her head and looked at Allen with an innocent expression.

"Tell me, how are you going to help me get revenge."

With a scrutinizing gaze, Allen looked at Cole and asked.

"Of course, it's to kill them. They dare to attack you, teacher. They are really tired of living!!!!!"

Cole said as a matter of course.

Allen stroked his forehead, his expression was so helpless, it seemed that he still had to worry about this girl in the future.

"Tell me, with our current strength, can we beat them?"

Allen patiently taught Cole.

"Whether we can beat them or not, we have to fight a battle to know!!!!!"

"…"

Allen suppressed his anger.

"Fight, fight, fight, can't you move your head?"

"The two races have 5 legends. If any one of them stands up, with your current sparse skills, who do you think you can beat?"

"… Well, I think I should be able to resist the guy who uses dual blades for a while, and the rest…"

"Ouch! Teacher, why did you hit me again?"

Touching her little head that had been stamped several times by Allen, Cole said aggrievedly. Although she is no longer young, she is still more like a child in front of Allen.

"If I'm not here in the future, the tribe will have to rely on you to support it. If you are still like you are now, I'm afraid my soul will have to crawl out of the Styx to ask you for your life!!!!!"

Allen was angry and said with unspeakable heartache. He used to think that this girl was not so simple, but why is her performance so unsatisfactory to him after returning this time!

Of course, in terms of improving her strength, Cole has made rapid progress. The solid foundation laid in the Burial Valley for more than ten years has allowed her to gain something every day and every month when she masters legendary expertise.