Green Monster Epic

"Chieftain Alan, aren't you going a bit too far with this?"

Before Ariel could speak, the anxious Maggot Eye directly questioned the bear goblin before him.

Maggot Eye understood that when it came to playing mind games, he was not in the same league as these two. However, he had his own advantages, which was that his and his tribe's existence were objects that both sides wanted to win over.

Since this was the case, he should seize this advantage and strive for the greatest benefits for himself and his tribe.

Although he had done something to betray the bear goblin before with Ariel, which had resulted in his tribe only being able to stand with the trolls now, Maggot Eye believed that since the other party could even endure the hatred of attempted assassination, they might still try to win him over again in the future interactions between the three tribes.

Now, what Maggot Eye needed to do was to test the attitude of the bear goblin before him through simple matters.

"What are you talking about?"

Alan pretended to be confused, looking innocently at the two.

"Your tribe has snatched away all the guests from our city. Do you want our large group of tribesmen to fill their stomachs with the wind blowing from the north? ?"

Ariel originally wanted to speak, but seeing that Maggot Eye had taken the lead, he simply let Maggot Eye perform, so he could see Alan's attitude.

"Chieftain Maggot Eye, you must be joking. How can you say that we are snatching your guests? The guests have their own ideas, and it is our honor that they are willing to patronize our business. As for you not being able to keep the guests, you should look for problems within yourselves!!"

At least at this moment, Alan felt a bit of revenge when facing the two chieftains, which eased the mood of having to give up hatred for the sake of the overall situation.

"Alan, are you, are you, are you forcing us to turn hostile?"

Maggot Eye, who was already poor at words, was cornered by Alan and couldn't find any words to counterattack, so he could only put on a strong front to express a tough attitude.

"Maggot Eye!!"

At this time, Ariel couldn't stand it anymore and quickly spoke to stop him. This teammate's eloquence was too poor, which ruined his plan to test the opponent's attitude more.

They had paid a considerable price before to prevent Alan from pursuing the assassination and finally restore the peaceful situation of the three families. How could there be new disputes because of a temporary dispute!

"Chieftain Alan, you also know the temperament of this gnoll, he just has a bit of a temper, I hope you can understand."

"Well, I hope that the three of us will not take the future of the tribes as a child's play. In the future, we should try to think before we speak."

Alan's slightly cold face slowly relaxed. Although they all understood that the three parties would not really turn hostile, the necessary posture still had to be shown.

"That's how it should be!!"

Ariel nodded fairly, expressing his agreement, and then changed the subject and said: "However, Chieftain Alan, isn't your current approach also destroying the harmonious relationship between our three families?"

"There are only so many merchant caravans traveling in the wilderness, and the distance between our three tribes is only half a day's journey. This also means that if a merchant stays in any one fortress for a rest, they will not stay in another fortress."

"Now that you have done this, you have attracted all the guests who should have rested in our city. This is a heavy blow to our tribesmen who rely on these guests for their livelihood."

"If the bottom layers of our two tribes start to get emotional, we as chieftains must give them an explanation. Chieftain Alan, do you think there will be any hope for peace between us at that time?"

"Heh heh heh!!"

Alan laughed mockingly.

"You two, are you trying to be unreasonable!!"

"It is true that we three tribes need to maintain peace, but we are also in a competitive relationship. What reason do I have to consider your tribesmen and sacrifice our interests?"

"If you want to keep the guests, then learn our methods. We don't mind you sending people to learn from us. If you can learn it, that's your skill!! If you can't do it, then it's your incompetence. Since when did the laws of the wilderness require taking care of other people's feelings?"

Alan's words were cold and tough, causing the eyes of the two opponents to freeze instantly.

"Very good, since Chieftain Alan has said that, then it seems that we have come in vain this time."

Ariel stood up from behind the table on the spot, exchanged a cold look with Alan, and then turned to walk towards the gate of the castle.

Maggot Eye looked to both sides, hesitating for a moment, but soon he made a decision. He glared fiercely at Alan, slapped the ironwood table with his big hand, and the huge and solid table suddenly cracked into several pieces with a cracking sound.

"Goodbye, Chieftain Alan."

"I hope you don't regret today's decision."

"Goodbye, I won't see you off!!"

The three parties parted unhappily, Alan stared coldly at the departing backs of the opponents, his eyes deep.

Unfortunately, the timing of the other party's negotiation was wrong. Only a few years had passed since he experienced the assassination, and both tribes had a deep impression of it, so Alan must not show any weakness at this time, otherwise the surrounding tribes would think that he could be bullied.

However, with the strength of their two tribes, Alan believed that they did not have many good ways to deal with his side's methods. Sooner or later, they would come to him again. He might as well leave them out in the cold for a while longer.

As for thinking about using this competitive opportunity to suppress the development of the other two tribes, for Alan, that was not entirely his original intention.

"Chieftain, what did those two come here for?"

After completing a patrol of the city, Facado waited for the two northern chieftains to leave before approaching Alan to inquire about the progress.

"Don't worry about what they came to do, you just need to do your own thing, I'll take care of the rest!"

Alan smiled slightly, comforting him.

"Okay!"

Facado's eyes lit up, his tone raised.

"But Chieftain, I want to hold another martial arts competition in the name of the City Lord's Mansion this year, which may require another expenditure of resources from the public treasury."

In the past year or so, the construction of Namur Fortress in the city has cost a lot. Although it was all approved by Alan, now another not-so-small expenditure did make Facado feel a little embarrassed.

Compared to the investment in Namur Fortress, the support obtained by Green Lake Town was indeed, as Alan had said before, almost half less in the past year. Fortunately, the three newly opened academies later, as Trick had expected, attracted many talents from small and medium-sized tribes within a wide area of thousands of miles to study, and the tuition fees paid were not put into the tribal public treasury, which made Trick and the others' finances in Green Lake Town not so difficult.

After saying this, Facado secretly observed Alan's attitude uneasily. He saw Alan was slightly surprised after hearing Facado's request, and then fell into contemplation.

"Yes, you can list a detailed application form."

In the end, Allen raised his head and nodded slightly, agreeing to Facardo's request, but then added, "I understand your intentions, but for the sake of fairness, I will also give Green Lake Town resources of equal value."

"Thank you, Chieftain!"

Facardo was overjoyed and didn't feel dissatisfied that Green Lake Town would also receive the same resources. The purpose of his request for this batch of resources was to prepare for the martial arts competition in the middle of next year.

Having tasted the sweetness of a great victory in this martial arts competition, Facardo naturally hoped to achieve another glorious victory in next year's competition, so that he would have countless resources to support his subsequent ideas.

Watching Facardo leave happily, Allen also smiled. He was happy to see the competition between the tribe's two towns.

Allen also supported encouraging the tribesmen to pursue individual strength and self-improvement within the tribe, as only strong tribesmen would make a strong tribe.

Moreover, Allen also had a longer-term vision. Seeing that Mansha City would launch a major competition between tribes in more than ten years, he also needed to prepare in advance, select a group of promising talents for training, so that the tribe's ranking would at least not fall.

The castle returned to silence. In the darkness, Allen's figure seemed to be wrapped in a ball of orange and warm water, shining brightly in the unlit room.

After a long period of recuperation, Allen's body had finally completely recovered, giving Allen the capital to regain his path forward.

Now, with more and more explorations and progress in mastering the Iron Will feat, Allen's skill in condensing rage into liquid had gradually become more skilled. Maintaining strands of flowing rage like silk ribbons on the body surface without much movement, as he was doing now, was no longer difficult for him.

The difficulty lay in controlling this powerful energy and unleashing it in battle, something Allen had yet to find a way to do.

Poof!!

The rage dissipated like a bubble. The expected energy impact did not occur. Allen, already skilled, had absorbed most of the energy back into his body's bloodline before the massive amount of rage could be released. The only thing that happened in the room was a breeze that caused the roses in the vase to rustle.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

Light footsteps landed outside the door, followed by rhythmic knocks.

"Come in!"

Allen gently tapped a spot on the corner of the wall. A spark exploded, igniting a ghee lamp below. A calming fragrance from the lamp oil spread through the room as the flame burned, refreshing Allen and quickly restoring the mental strength he had consumed during his training.

With the improvement of his mental strength, Allen found that he could control his rage in a more subtle and magical way, just like that finger earlier, using invisible rage to generate high temperatures by friction on the top of the oil lamp, igniting the wick.

Without keen perception or sharp eyes, people might have mistakenly thought that Allen could cast magic.

"Chieftain, this is the legendary chainmail forged by the armor master in the Mansha Council according to your request."

The Dwarf Gnome Treasury Manager, Chelsea Mona, held a wooden box more than half a meter high with both hands, walked into the door with a bow, and placed the wooden box on the long table in front of Allen.

"This time it cost..."

"There's no need to report the expenses to me, just record them in the accounts."

"Yes!"

Rarely, Allen finally enjoyed the help from his tribe. After the legendary leather armor was damaged in the last fierce battle, Allen usually just found a previous trophy to wear.

Later, while recuperating, Allen simply told Facardo and the others to help him get a set of equipment that could match him.

The Ice Heart Bracers had been used by Allen for many years, helping him through many crises. The Mechanized Mind spell slot attached to them was a good magic, but when Allen completely mastered the Iron Will legendary feat, Allen felt that perhaps the effect of the Mechanized Mind spell was not so important.

Also, the leather boots and leather pants under his feet were mostly selected from the treasures of the Ajina tribe, but in fact, the effects they added did not completely match Allen.

Only the Bone Splitter in his hand, this high-level magic weapon that could not be considered a legendary weapon, could have an effect comparable to a legendary weapon in Allen's hands, making Allen reluctant to replace it.

Thinking that there were still more than ten years, and he might personally fight in the arena again, then having a set of equipment that matched his fighting style and could make him stronger was naturally something worth doing.

After hearing Allen's instructions, Facardo discussed it with Chelsea and the others and decided to pay tribute to Chief Allen with the best equipment they could make.

Even the treasury of Green Lake Town, led by Trick, sent many precious collections. Among them, the scales of the legendary black dragon killed by Allen in Nasir Fortress became the best material.

Most of the black dragon's spinal cord and blood were collected by Allen himself. Later, he found an alchemist to make several killer-level magical potions, which had been kept in Allen's dimensional bag and he was reluctant to use them.

The last time he was blocked and assassinated by Arrell and others, Allen was only a little short of taking out these potions for a desperate fight. Later, fortunately, the energy of the magic lock was exhausted in the last attempt, which saved Allen from doing so.

At that time, if Allen had not successfully consumed the energy of the magic lock, then when his berserk skill expired and he entered the weakening period, he would resolutely pour these potions down, using the power of these potions to burn his life energy, at least to take 2-3 legends as burial objects, and seriously injure the remaining legends, eliminating hidden dangers for his tribe.

Of course, after Allen drank those potions, even if he survived by luck, his strength would probably not improve from then on, and it was even very likely to regress. It would be a great fortune to retain his legendary strength.

Fortunately, the blessing of the goddess of luck prevented Allen from going down that dead end, otherwise Allen would probably be a skeleton at this time.

Dragon scales and dragon bones took up too much space in the dimensional bag, so Allen threw them into the tribe's public property. He didn't expect that he would end up benefiting Allen himself. In addition, various ores and gems treasured by the tribe over the years were taken out by Trick and Facardo to make the equipment Allen needed. At this time, Allen was a little curious about what kind of effect this chainmail would have.

Arrell should not negotiate with Allen again so quickly. This does not conform to Arrell's shrewd character. However, the previous chapter has already been written. If you want to correct it, you have to ask the editor for permission, which is a bit troublesome. You can only use the article to get it back. I'm sorry!!