Green Monster Epic

Chapter 514: An Unexpected Encounter in the Mountains

I had thought that after mastering the Perfect Physique special skill, I wouldn't have to worry about my body's strength anymore.

But now it seems, I was thinking too simply!

Could there really be something wrong with the career path I've set for myself?

Allen couldn't help but ask himself.

All along, in terms of combat, Allen has been pursuing the ultimate power.

In his view, his own speed talent is certainly not bad, but compared to rangers, thieves, and other professionals who rely on speed, it is still far behind. As a berserker, Allen's innate advantage in strength is indeed the foundation of his life.

Rather than spending time improving his other, less outstanding talents, it's better to continue highlighting his advantage in strength, allowing himself to achieve absolute suppression in terms of power.

And these years of pursuing strength have ultimately forged him into a powerhouse in combat, rarely falling into a disadvantage, and possessing formidable strength that even the northern powerhouses are extremely afraid of. However, so far, because of the pursuit of extreme power, Allen has been limited by his physical body twice, preventing his power from being fully exerted.

"It seems, it's necessary to put some effort into physical strength!!"

After resting for half a day in the valley, Allen's blood vessels still throbbed with a faint pain. It seemed that the brief burst of power earlier had really had a great impact and caused damage to his body.

Muttering to himself, Allen stood up again. Although he had gained some understanding, he didn't intend to take action immediately. Although he still had two physique-related special skills in his dimensional bag, Steel Body and Legendary Constitution Enhancement.

Soon, the already dilapidated valley once again echoed with violent tremors, along with billowing smoke and dust rising into the sky, and a huge, muffled roar. Countless wild beasts around frantically rushed out of their respective nests, fleeing outward under the guidance of their animal instincts.

Deep in the mountains, sensing the vibrations emanating from the valley, a long and drawn-out roar slowly drifted over, interrupting Allen's test.

"Tsk tsk tsk, consider yourself unlucky!!"

Looking towards the direction of the sound, Allen's interest was piqued, and he lightly licked his lips.

"I'll use you to test my strength!!"

Allen's figure quietly disappeared, leaving behind only a mess, a dilapidated nameless valley, emitting a silent whimper.

"The start of a wonderful day!!"

On the cliffs of a majestic peak, there was a rustling sound of falling gravel, and a slight tremor came from the depths of the earth. Along with the vibration, a powerful and forceful voice, full of a sense of power, came from the center of the cliff. It turned out that under the cover of a few stubbornly growing pine trees on the cliff, at a semi-natural cave, the head of a dragon, topped with a pair of sharp horns, slowly stretched out.

"Roar ~ ~ ~ ~"

Figglas, the red dragon, who had woken up from his slumber, proudly declared his sovereignty to the surrounding area, but what greeted him was a fierce gust of sword wind.

"Roar!!!!"

Although his mind was not yet clear, Figglas's combat instinct was still there. Not having time to think about who this guy who suddenly jumped out was, a breath attack had already been sprayed out, dyeing the space within a hundred meters around the cliff red, turning it into a sea of ​​fire.

The advantage of being a dragon is that they don't need to cultivate much. They can just find a place to bury their heads and sleep, and they can absorb free energy to slowly improve their strength and physical strength. In other words, the longer dragons live, the stronger they become.

Figglas, who had recovered from the sequelae brought by the chase by two kobold legends decades ago during this period of slumber and hibernation, never expected that he would encounter an attack just after waking up.

The strength of the attacker was also amazing. The high-temperature flames that enveloped the sky and seemed to melt space hardly caused much impact on the opponent's attack. The swift body directly passed through the flames and instantly appeared in front of Figglas's huge head, and a vertical slash smashed down head-on.

Clang!!

In time, he lowered his head and went up, and a pair of solid horns on his head blocked the fatal blow. Figglas only felt a burst of darkness in front of his eyes. When he raised his head again, a hobgoblin wearing dark black scale armor and holding a dark golden giant sword pointing at the center of his eyebrows was standing in front of him in the air.

"Damn reptile!!!!"

In Figglas's pair of vertical pupils, the golden yellow pupils continued to expand. The animal instinct that felt life threatened made the heart in his chest almost jump out of his throat, and a pair of fleshy wings flapped helplessly in the narrow cave, stirring up waves of dust.

However, facing Allen's dragon head, he didn't dare to move at all, and he couldn't even open his mouth to breathe, for fear that the other party's huge long sword would directly pierce into his pupils.

"So it's you!!"

Allen didn't kill him because he recalled the image of this red dragon from his memory, which made him stop his plan to kill him.

It was also because the dragon Figglas had just woken up from his slumber, which made his spirit not so keen, so that Allen's weapon landed on his vital parts in a short period of time.

Of course, if dragons were so easily killed, then they would be too underestimated. Figglas was just afraid that he would turn from a handsome red dragon into a down-and-out one-eyed dragon in the future, otherwise, even if Allen stabbed down with that sword, he might not really be able to severely injure Figglas.

"Reptile, you…"

Allen raised the Bone Cleaver, and the cold blade gently rubbed against the scales between Figglas's upper eyelids, interrupting the other party's stern roar.

"Take a good look, we have dealt with each other before, the dragon Figglas."

"No, I should call you Mr. Legolas."

If it weren't for the fact that the other party had once taken action to help the Greenwood tribe survive a crisis of extermination, Allen would probably not have stopped killing at this time.

Regardless of the value of the dragons themselves, or the wealth they collect, these seemingly powerful guys have always been the prey tracked by other powerhouses in the Feyman world.

Nowadays, the dragons who dare to appear among the intelligent races in the real world are either traitors and sins exiled by the dragon race, or young dragons who have just come of age and want to venture into the world to accumulate wealth, or they are like Figglas, guys who are about to reach the threshold of three thousand years old.

The first three thousand years is a major event for dragons related to life and death, and almost 1/3 of the dragons will fall on this thousand-year limit. And if they can safely pass this three-thousand-year time point, then the dragon will usher in its new life and move towards a stronger and longer age.

Why is this three-thousand-year time point so important to dragons?

Because during this period around three thousand years old, the dragon will shed its dragon scales, which have protected it since birth, and regrow a layer of more resilient and stronger dragon scales. Of course, replacing the old dragon scales with new ones also requires opportunity and a strong foundation, just like intelligent races reaching the legendary rank. Whenever they approach the age of three thousand, dragons like Figglas leave their nests and travel the outside world.

“You are…”

Figglas raised his head, carefully examining the appearance of the hobgoblin in front of him, trying to overlap it with certain images in his memory.

He had many memories of traveling the world of Fayman as an elf under the name Legolas, and inevitably interacted with the races of the wilderness. Due to the unique aesthetic tastes of dragons, and their promiscuous nature, it was common to encounter outstanding female hobgoblins.

It wasn't until he stretched his memory back to decades ago, to a scene of happily living with a beautiful female hobgoblin in a medium-sized tribe, that Allen's figure, which was unlike most hobgoblins with their thick waists and fat arms, was finally recalled by Figglas.

“You are that hobgoblin leader who can make a lot of delicious food, right? Allen. Witt?”

When Figglas recalled Allen's name, a mix of jealousy and envy appeared in his eyes as he stared at Allen.

Dragons naturally don't need much training to slowly improve their strength, which is both an advantage and a constraint, making it extremely difficult for most dragons without outstanding talent to improve their strength through diligence and effort. After all, given the powerful physical bodies that dragons are born with, if they rely on training to improve their strength, the amount of sweat and energy they need to absorb for each step forward is immeasurable.

Back when he was living in the Greenwood Tribe as the elf Legolas, Allen was just a slightly talented high-level berserker, but now, after only taking a long nap, the other party has become a powerful legend capable of threatening his existence.

“Finally remembered, Mr. Legolas.”

Allen nodded slowly, then leisurely put away the Bone Cleaver.

“Long time no see, I didn’t expect to meet you here.”

“Who says it isn’t?”

A light flashed on the dragon's body. After casting a transformation spell in front of Allen, the appearance of the elf Legolas, dressed in a blood-red dress suit, appeared before Allen.

“I didn’t get a chance to say goodbye properly when I left your tribe. I wonder… how is Camellia doing these days?”

Rarely, Figglas still remembered the name of his former partner. His eyes were full of memories as he asked.

“She… misses you very much.”

Mentioning Camellia, Allen's emotions gradually calmed down.

“I was being hunted by two kobold legends at the time. After revealing my whereabouts in your village, I had a big fight with them and ended up injured and recuperating here.”

Dragons are not heartless. It's just that they have encountered too many females in their long lives who cannot live as long as they do and accompany each other. Over time, this relationship fades away under the erosion of time.

“If I had stayed in your village at the time, I'm afraid it would have brought trouble to your village instead.”

“I understand.”

Allen nodded slightly and told Figglas good news: “The two legends from the Thunder Tribe who were hunting you have now left the Northern Territory and returned to their main branch. You don’t have to hide in the Northern Territory anymore.”

The kobolds of the Thunder Tribe are a branch of the most powerful kobold tribe in the wilderness, the 'Pale Night'. They were sent to the Northern Territory to monitor the Elven Kingdom to the north. Now, with the war between the elves and dwarves, and the subsequent appearance of the drow and gray dwarves, it was no longer useful for the Thunder Tribe, with only twenty to thirty thousand members, to stay in the Northern Territory.

Therefore, after abandoning their former territory and migrating to the Cato Mountains to block the drow's invasion, the chieftain Kozmer led his tribe further south to report back to their main branch.

“…Hmph!!”

Figglas was secretly delighted, but the corner of his mouth raised proudly: “They really got off cheap. I was planning to cause a big scene after my injuries healed, and make them pay the price for what happened before!!”

“Hehe!!”

Allen didn't want to expose the other party's little thoughts, so he could only respond with a not-so-awkward smile.

“Can I know why you are here?”

“Me? This mountain range is now the territory of our Greenwood Tribe. As the leader who rules this land, there’s nothing wrong with me being here, right!!”

Allen's contemptuous gaze slowly looked into the distance. Below the cliff, clusters of white mist swirled, and at the end of the white mist were undulating mountains, rivers, and waterfalls. These were all territories ruled by him, Allen. Witt, so beautiful.

“You?!!”

Figglas was shocked. He never expected that such a big change would happen in the outside world after only taking a short nap.

“Isn’t this land ruled by that hobgoblin tribe called Aganaga?”

“The Aganaga Tribe is a thing of the past. It was annexed by my Greenwood Tribe several years ago. The current Greenwood Tribe includes the former Aganaga Tribe.”

“Unexpected, unexpected!!”

Figglas's expression was exaggerated, and the content of his eyes gradually changed, with a bit more awe and admiration.

The strong are always worthy of respect, regardless of which aspect, especially when they know that the other party's life experience is comparable to a legend, even the proud dragon has to show an attitude of admiration.

“I knew it. Judging by your talent in managing the tribe back then, you would definitely have a great future!! I just didn’t expect your success to come so quickly. I really have to admire you!!”

“Is that so?”

Some words are just for listening. Allen will definitely not take them seriously. He just feels a little regretful that dragons can also read faces and flatter people!!

This made Allen slightly change his image of dragons in his heart.

“Since we’ve met again, I wonder if Mr. Legolas is interested in taking a tour of my castle?”

“That’s my honor. To be honest, I just woke up from my slumber and need to find a place to wash up and have a good meal.”

“Speaking of eating, I think of the steamed buns and dumplings in Green Lake Town… ah, what a rare delicacy!!”

Allen was just politely extending an invitation. He didn't expect the old dragon he suddenly bumped into to agree so readily. The greedy look on his face really made it hard to believe the essence of the proud dragon under the elf's appearance.

“Wait a minute, I’ll go in and tidy up!!”

Figglas turned his head and drilled into the cave, not forgetting to tell Allen before going in: “It’s a bit messy inside, so don’t go in. I’ll be right out!!”

Allen smiled and nodded slightly in understanding. In fact, he could probably imagine the scene in the cave. There should be a lot of valuable wealth, but compared to this wealth, the friendship of the dragon is more precious, at least in Allen's view.