Green Monster Epic

“To think that in this treacherous place, I would actually run into all of you!”

Allen's words seemed calm, but his eyes revealed a thick sense of sarcasm. Everyone was clear about the real reason they were all here.

“Chieftain Yareil, Chieftain Zorf, I didn't expect even you to come!”

“Heh heh heh, so you're here too, Allen!”

Because they had just met, and Kozumer's documents hadn't mentioned Allen's presence, Yareil and Zorf were somewhat uneasy and surprised when they saw Allen and the dragon.

The reason for their unease was simple: Allen and the Greenwild Tribe behind him could now be considered the most influential force in the Northern Territory. Even the Urok Tribe, which only maintained peaceful and friendly relations with the Greenwild Tribe, would not easily antagonize them, let alone the Snowme Tribe, which was becoming increasingly close to the Greenwild Tribe.

The Snowme Troll clan's economy was now almost entirely dependent on the Greenwild Tribe's goblins.

Since some unknown time, the clever and resourceful goblins had taken control of important positions in the joint tax department of the three tribes. The members sent by the other two tribes could hardly touch the core business, except for the publicly available accounts.

This change should have been resisted by the other two tribes, but after the goblins took control of these core businesses and carried out a series of reforms, the tax revenue of the two fortresses increased greatly. Converted into gold coins, each tribe could earn at least 50,000 more each year. Under the temptation of money, the two tribes turned a blind eye to it.

The joint chamber of commerce established by the three tribes also brought them considerable benefits, while also providing many benefits to the middle-level leaders of each tribe, allowing their families to participate in grassroots business activities, share the surrounding benefits brought by the chamber of commerce, and obtain relatively decent job opportunities.

The benefit of doing so was that the middle-level members of the two tribes living in Nasir Fortress no longer confronted each other as they had before, making the integration of the two tribes at the bottom gradually easier to accept, indirectly making the rule of the upper levels more stable.

This alone was enough for the troll and gnoll high-level members to sit back and watch the Greenwild Tribe's goblins control the commercial sector.

Anyway, in the eyes of these wilderness natives, as long as they controlled the most powerful army, they wouldn't have to worry too much about the goblins shaking their ruling position.

“Chieftain Allen, people are here too! Why don't you say hello to me?”

A hundred meters away on Allen's left, Deborah, a drow matriarch with a variety of styles and slightly revealing clothes,娇嗔 gave a coquettish scold, her charming eyes constantly wandering over Allen's face.

Allen had also dealt with this drow matriarch, Deborah. The most memorable thing should be the failure of the raid on Coldwind Post. When retreating, he stayed behind to cover the retreat. Allen first met Deborah and launched a life-and-death battle.

“Matriarch Deborah, hello.”

Since Deborah took the initiative to talk, Allen couldn't be too indifferent. A few words were considered a greeting.

“I wonder if Matriarch Deborah, you have something to do coming to such a dangerous place?”

“Giggle!!”

Deborah gently covered her small mouth with her jade hands, and looked at Allen charmingly, saying as a matter of course: “Chieftain Allen, you must have forgotten that this area now belongs to our Hochia Federation. As one of the five principals of the Hochia Federation, it's normal for me to appear in any area of our federation, isn't it?”

“It's you who are sneaking around in our territory. Are you going to do something shady?”

“Oh! Could it be that you hooked up with some *slut* from our federation and came here for a tryst?”

Several wilderness powerhouses looked at each other with scrutiny, their minds racing. They were not disrupted by Deborah's teasing words. Only Yareil, a troll who had been occupied by the drow and still couldn't let go of his hatred, had a slight change in his expression.

“Chieftain Allen, you have also seen that the drow in front of you disregarded the ceasefire agreement signed with the wilderness and brazenly attacked the two northern leaders, Yareil and Zorf. It seems that they are preparing to tear up the agreement with us. Now that the reason is on our side, we can seize the opportunity to leave this drow matriarch behind, causing chaos within the drow. Then they won't be able to trouble us!!”

Kozumer reacted quickly. After seeing the drow group, he had already planned how to act next. As his brain raced, Kozumer quickly came up with a plan that could at least resolve the current stalemate and develop the situation in a way that was beneficial to his side.

“Yes, Allen!! Don't forget that you promised me and Maggot Eye that you would help us go north to take back the land occupied by these drow!!”

Yareil had no good feelings for the drow. Deborah's teasing of everyone as the master made Yareil's heart ache. After all, if it weren't for these drow, the current Coldwind Post would be inhabited by a group of brave and good at fighting gnolls, and the Bone City thousands of miles away would still belong to their Snowme Trolls.

“……”

Allen's expression remained unchanged. He was not a simple person who would be moved by a few words. He also had his own considerations.

“Hmph, you're not good people either, always chasing our whereabouts!!”

Figglas looked unkind and flapped his wings hatefully.

“Figglas, if you don't want to be hunted down by our Pale Night Tribe all the time, let's join forces this time!!”

Kozumer turned his gaze to Figglas and took the initiative to extend an olive branch.

There was no way. The key to opening the ruins passage was still in the hands of the dragon. Now that their whereabouts had been exposed, it was really difficult to act according to the previous plan.

Fortunately, he also had chips in his hand. He had secretly observed Allen and Figglas for two days and saw that they didn't seem to know the exact location of the passage ruins. But fortunately, the parchment in Kozumer's hand contained a description of the passage's location, although the clues were written in riddles, it was still better than Allen and Figglas searching slowly.

Moreover, Kozumer's biggest advantage at the moment was the sudden appearance of the drow matriarch Deborah and her two legendary companions. Kozumer didn't know if the other party knew about the ruins, but since the other party came to join in the fun and found the leaders of several wilderness tribes in this dangerous place, they couldn't help but be curious.

Kozumer guessed that the root cause of Deborah's group of drow appearing here might be because he had led his subordinates to ambush the dragon north of Coldwind Post, which was discovered by the drow's patrol team and told her, and finally Deborah brought her city-state's subordinates to investigate.

Deborah, with a charming smile, heard their plans to deal with her spoken so openly in front of her. A cold glint flashed in her deep eyes, as she was indeed somewhat worried about the two legendary teams joining forces against her.

Although Stewart's experience patrolling north of Coldwind Pass proved that the dragon had fought the kobolds, Alan, the hobgoblin, acted as a link, making a joint effort a possibility.

"Chief Alan, how about I help you take down these three in front of you?! That troll there looks like Chief Snowme, who robbed your fortress. If we kill him here, then his tribe's two newly advanced legendary trolls won't be a match for you!!"

"When the time comes, I'll speak to the Federation for you, and we'll join forces to help you retake Nasir Fortress!! By the way, we can also swallow Snowme's population and wealth. You'll be the most powerful tribal leader in the North!!"

"..."

Although Alan and Arier both knew that Deborah's words were not very feasible and extremely risky, they couldn't resist the tempting benefits and the future of their respective tribes. After listening to Deborah's casual remarks, their hearts were pounding and their fists were slightly clenched.

However, Alan quickly stabilized his mind and responded decisively in a calm tone: "Matriarch Deborah, there's no need to sow discord between us. I doubt even you believe such a clumsy idea!!"

"Figglas, let's go!!"

Out of the corner of his eye, Alan kept observing Arier's expression. The usually deep and scheming old troll seemed flustered by Deborah's words, with a strong sense of vigilance and unease in his eyes and face, making Alan secretly feel bad.

Putting aside the matter of the ruins for now, Alan had been planning his relationship with Snowme for decades. He couldn't let Deborah's few words disrupt the relationship between the two tribes, which had finally eased.

Deborah never expected that her unintentional words of provocation would pose a great danger to Alan's decades of planning. She never expected that her words would ultimately make Alan decide who to cooperate with.

The brief stalemate was broken by Alan's sudden action, and the other two legendary powerhouses also took their respective actions following Alan's movements.

Before the Bone Cleaver could slash at his opponent, four or five long arrows shot towards his face. Alan used a Misty Step to create three illusory figures in three directions, dodging the arrows while sweeping the Bone Cleaver horizontally, aiming directly at the dark elf sword dancer holding dual thin swords.

Clang! Clang!!

Sword Dancer Legendary D'yur couldn't easily escape because Matriarch Deborah was behind him, so he could only use continuous stabs with his thin swords to block Alan's sweep. In less than a breath, the two thin swords had already struck dozens of times on the long blade of the Bone Cleaver, each strike dissolving a bit of force from the Bone Cleaver's blade.

At the same time, D'yur's body was also slowly moving backwards, but Matriarch Deborah and the archery legend Auberon behind him retreated even faster, giving D'yur a good result for the time he had gained.

It was just that D'yur himself had fallen into a dangerous situation. With Alan's actions, although Kozmough and the others were not reminded, everyone was an extremely experienced powerhouse. When Alan made his move, they already knew that he had made a choice. How could Kozmough and the others not respond positively to Alan at this time!

Figglas spat out a dragon breath, and the flames covered a range of tens of meters in front of him, completely enveloping the figures of Deborah and Auberon. His anger, along with this dragon breath, was burning fiercely in the entire space.

Figglas was a little uncomfortable. Alan had made the decision first, bringing him along. Although, in reality, Figglas didn't care who he cooperated with, he had been hiding and being hunted down by Kozmough for so many years. A few days ago, he was almost ambushed and seriously injured by Kozmough. In contrast, Figglas actually hoped to join forces with the dark elves.

However, Alan was Figglas's partner. In the face of the current irreversible reality, no matter how dissatisfied Figglas was, he could only suppress it. After all, Alan was the partner he had chosen.

However, the resentment in his heart naturally needed to be vented, and the dark elves who were being used as scapegoats had to bear the dragon's滔天rage.

Arier, who was originally filled with deep fear and vigilance, finally dissipated his worries as Alan forcibly took action to prove himself with practical actions. At the moment Alan started, Arier also acted at the same time, joining Kozmough and Zorf to launch an attack from the other side on the melee dark elf at the front.

Before the action, no one had any reminders, but at the moment of the action, Alan, Arier, and the other four had already tacitly placed their primary attack target on the Sword Dancer D'yur, striving to kill him in one fell swoop, or at least seriously injure this dark elf.

"Hmph!!"

A few blushes appeared on D'yur's dark face. He had just barely managed to block Alan's attack, and now three legendary high-level powerhouses were attacking him from three directions. Although he was shocked and angry, his movements were equally fast. One figure instantly turned into five, fleeing in different directions.

Whoosh!! Whoosh!!

Rage Cleave, which had not been used for a long time, was continuously slashed from the Bone Cleaver, slashing towards the five illusory figures. At the same time, Alan's eyes were also wandering between the figures, choosing the target he was about to attack.

"The second one on the left!!"

The illusory figures shattered one after another. In the end, the only one who could truly dodge the powerful Rage Cleave was naturally the target Alan and the others were looking for. At the moment of identifying the target's true body, Alan sent a signal, and at the same time, his feet did not stop, and he immediately chased after him, while still not forgetting to block the opponent's movements with a few more Rage Cleaves.

Clang!!

One slash bent the thin sword that collided head-on. Before Alan could exert more force, the slippery Sword Dancer D'yur borrowed the momentum to accelerate his figure by a few points, narrowly passing between Arier's double axe blades. At the same time, his left hand thin sword stabbed out again, hitting the single-handed warhammer that was smashing towards him. Although he was burned by the electric current on the warhammer, it also allowed his figure to change direction again, dodging the Rage Cleave issued by Alan from behind.

However, the kobold Zorf's spiked mace had already been waiting for D'yur's dodge direction, mercilessly smashing towards the dark elf's lithe waist.

Boom!!

Finally, an abruptly appearing Ice Shield blocked Zorf's spiked mace. Deborah, who had finally escaped from the flames, waved her thorny long whip with an icy expression. A spell danced and spun in the air along with the long whip, falling straight towards where Alan and the others were.

"Are you declaring war on my Horzia Federation??"