Green Monster Epic

“A demigod??!! You actually advanced to demigod!!

!!!”

“No wonder!! So that's how it is!!!”

Wormeye and Tim, the two legends, now wore expressions of astonishment, tinged with a hint of awe, as they stared incredulously at the hobgoblin before them.

“However, do you think that just because you've advanced to demigod, we'll bow down and submit to you??

That's just wishful thinking!!!”

Soon enough, however, Wormeye regained his composure, stubbornly glaring at Allen, his body tense, as he hissed out his words.

Beside him, Tim, whose strength was only at the early stages of legend, hadn't fully broken free from the demigod's pressure; his earthy-yellow cheeks had even flushed slightly, and several veins bulged from his neck.

“Since I dare to say these words, naturally I have the confidence to accomplish all of this!!”

Allen finally revealed his true colors, the domineering aura born from strength and confidence now fully displayed, his gaze looking down upon the two legendary powerhouses before him, as if they were merely two weak, frightened beasts.

“In fact, even if you don't agree, it won't hinder me from annexing the tens of thousands of your clansmen in Fort Nasier.”

“Did you know? While you were coming to meet with me, my subordinates have already begun to subvert the middle and high levels of your two clans.

I estimate that more than half of the leaders and commanders in the fortress have already submitted to me by now.”

“As long as I subdue you, or kill you, the rest will be simple!!

”

“That's impossible!!”

Wormeye's expression grew even uglier, like a desperate, man-eating beast, viciously glaring at Allen, ready to retaliate at any moment.

Tim was even more terrified; he belonged to a generation that had grown up listening to Allen's legends and witnessing Allen's methods.

Now that Allen had revealed his true intentions, it was clear that he had done his homework.

“Impossible??

Do you know how many of your clansmen rely on the Joint Commerce Association for their livelihoods??

Do you know how much capital I give to the leaders under you every year, sacrificing a great deal of profit??”

Allen casually revealed his plan, not caring whether the other party would take precautions after learning too much and escaping back.

“Without the Joint Commerce Association under my control, without the various resources I supply, can the leaders and clansmen under you live the good life they have now??

I only need to close the channel to Fort Mhur, and in less than half a month, the warriors under you who have lost their jobs and sources of income will rebel against you.”

“……”

Allen's vision was never short-sighted.

In fact, from the moment he used Fort Nasier as a bargaining chip and handed it over to the Snoremi Trolls and Wormeye's clans, he had already formulated a long-term plan, gradually influencing and controlling the troll and gnoll tribes.

As a leader who was good at learning and valued the development of his tribe, Allen began to consider whether there were other better ways to annex other tribes after he initially won big and annexed the Ajina tribe in one fell swoop, without resorting to harsh and extremely destructive methods of warfare.

To pass the time in his spare moments, the books passed down from the four great civilizations, as well as Allen's own thoughts, eventually led him to find another path that seemed feasible.

The cornerstone of a tribe's existence is the clansmen who depend on the tribe.

Weak indigenous individuals gather under a powerful leader, unite together to compete with other tribes for scarce resources, and multiply.

The tribe provides the clansmen with a safe life, and the clansmen, in turn, feed back the tribe's protection by establishing families, breeding offspring, and growing the clan.

The more powerful the tribe, the more loosely knit it actually is.

Even if the tribal ruler is stronger, his personal influence may not necessarily penetrate to the bottom clansmen.

Therefore, to manage a powerful tribe, more middle-level leaders and supervisors are needed to rule the numerous grassroots clansmen through them.

Above these middle-level leaders, there are also core high-level existences, either powerful enough to threaten the leader, forcing the leader to share power to win them over, or trusted aides cultivated by the leader himself to help the leader rule a relatively large number of middle-level leaders.

The vast ruling class brings about various entanglements of hearts and interests, with each class pursuing its own goals, but the only constant is the yearning for a better life.

The desires thus generated eventually form a rope, making them willing to contribute to the tribe, promoting the tribe's outward expansion and development, thereby satisfying the self-interests of each class.

However, when a tribe is in a stagnant stage, and the tribe's interests cannot increase or even shrink for a long time, not only can it not satisfy the desires of the middle-level leaders, but it also damages their interests.

Even a powerful tribal leader may not be able to keep these leaders loyal.

What Allen did was simply to constantly feed the middle-level leaders of the Snoremi Trolls and Raven's Claw Gnolls, giving them a better quality of life, gradually fueling the greed and desire in their hearts, while luring them to use their power to seek personal gain.

Through the various businesses monopolized by the Joint Commerce Association, as well as the separate supply and demand channels built up, the interests of most of the leaders and supervisors of the Snoremi and Raven's Claw tribes have become detached from their respective tribes, and instead, they are more deeply intertwined with Allen's Greengrass Tribe.

Over the years, the Greengrass Tribe has put more attention into the Joint Commerce Association, and in the silence, the professional talents cultivated by the Greengrass Tribe have almost taken control of most of the real power of the Joint Commerce Association.

Rather than saying that the Joint Commerce Association is jointly managed by three families, it is now more like the Greengrass Tribe is dominating, and the managers of the other two tribes are in a vassal state.

There's no way around it; the intelligence of the gnomes in the Greengrass Tribe is more outstanding than that of other races, naturally occupying an advantage in commercial activities that require keen minds and strong logical thinking abilities.

However, few people have noticed that these changes are inappropriate.

The profits that should be distributed each year are never delayed by the managers of the Greengrass Tribe; at the same time, the growth points of profits are not flat, and they have always been very satisfactory.

Everyone sits and waits to share the money, but they don't need to put in too much effort.

Who would bother to cause trouble for no reason for such a good thing!!

With the power of the Joint Commerce Association in hand, the troll and gnoll leaders, whether they want to find a way out for their relatives and families, or monetize their power, cannot bypass the Joint Commerce Association, which has also facilitated the Greengrass Tribe's wooing and buying of the middle levels of the two tribes.

Originally, according to Allen's plan, he shouldn't have revealed his intentions so quickly.

At the very least, he had to wait until the two tribal leaders, Wormeye and Ariel, passed away before revealing his fangs.

These two old things are not young, and at most, they only have a few decades of life left.

By the time their successors take the stage, they will neither have their current strength nor the prestige they have built up over the years.

When Allen calls out, respondents will inevitably gather, and success can almost be said to be a matter of course.

However, who would have thought that Allen would suddenly advance to demigod?

With this powerful strength as his foundation, Allen felt the time was ripe. If he could annex these two tribes sooner, not only would he have more confidence and a larger stage as a demigod in the Mansa Alliance Council, but he could also feel more at ease, without constantly worrying about the greatest threat from the north: the Drow.

The three tribes, not united as one, appeared to have considerable strength, but in reality, they were constantly scheming against each other and guarding against each other. The actual combat power they could unleash was far less than what the three tribes should have possessed.

The Drow in the north were not only powerful but also adept at conspiracies and tricks. Allen had always maintained a cautious attitude, monitoring the north. However, with Nasir Fortress and two tribes with superficial harmony but inner discord in between, Allen always felt uneasy.

For Allen, who was accustomed to handling everything himself, only by controlling his own destiny could he feel at ease.

Therefore, after Allen emerged from his closed-door cultivation, he began to plan his annexation. This led to the power transition between the old and new generations of the Green Field Tribe. While scheming against other tribes, Allen didn't forget to discipline and reorganize the core members of his own tribe, cultivating a new generation of core members to achieve absolute control over the tribe's power.

"I'll kill you!! You damned bastard!!!"

Complex emotions intertwined on Maggot Eye's face. Finally, as his sharp steel teeth clenched his thick lips, his prepared body immediately sprang into action. A fierce gust of wind rushed straight towards Allen.

"You want to die?? I'll grant your wish!!!"

The nail-studded club, carrying heavy wind pressure, hurtled towards Allen's forehead. Allen lightly raised his hand and swept upwards, throwing a punch. Before his indifferent words could finish, the nail-studded club, containing the full force of a legendary high-level expert's strike, was easily swept towards the ceiling by Allen.

Boom!!!

The marble ceiling was directly blown away, and countless fragments of stone dust showered down into the hall. A large hole several meters wide appeared in the roof of Allen's castle, and a beam of intense sunlight streamed through the hole, landing on a nearby wall.

Maggot Eye staggered back several steps, his large hands trembling uncontrollably. Faced with the enormous difference in strength, even if Maggot Eye was determined to fight to the death, he might not be able to do anything to Allen.

However, in Maggot Eye's eyes, there was nothing but madness and despair. As soon as he regained his footing, he charged up again, the nail-studded club transforming into a sky full of black shadows, attacking Allen's entire body.

Bone Cleaver suddenly appeared in Allen's hand. As soon as he grasped it, a blazing flame erupted from the blade. Allen's expression turned solemn, and he let out a crisp sound, unleashing the Opening Heaven stance without any reservation. The entire space of his castle hall twisted in this strike.

Outside the castle, the stationed goblin guards felt the previous impact and quickly reacted, rushing in in an orderly manner. However, Tim, who had come with Maggot Eye, felt a jolt under his feet and took advantage of the opportunity while Allen and Maggot Eye were fighting again, flying out through the hole in the ceiling.

Rumble!!!

The vast castle was turned upside down. After standing tall for decades, it had finally reached its end.

The head-on collision was genuine. Allen wanted to test how strong his demigod powers were, and at the same time, he wanted to establish his authority, using the fall of Maggot Eye, a legendary high-level expert, to tell the strongmen of the two northern tribes that no one could stop his will.

Even before the sword strike landed on the nail-studded club, Allen had already felt an absolute confidence that the hyena-man in front of him would be severely injured by him. As the smoke cleared, Allen quickly found his target in the ruins of the collapsed castle: Maggot Eye, whose mouth was constantly spewing blood and minced meat.

"Gugugu!!"

The crazed look was quietly retreating from Maggot Eye's body. If Maggot Eye had initially been provoked by Allen's arrogant ambition and lost his rationality, then the difference in strength, which had resulted in serious injuries after just two exchanges, had already allowed Maggot Eye's instinctual desire to survive to take over.

Although, as a Bloodletter, the more seriously injured he was, the stronger he would become, Maggot Eye could still feel that even in his strongest state, it was impossible for him to threaten Allen, this newly advanced demigod.

Bone Cleaver whistled in the wind, orange-red flames flickering like a snake's tongue. Allen placed Bone Cleaver behind him, about to finish off Maggot Eye in one go, but his movements paused slightly when he saw Tim's figure speeding away in the distance.

"Are you convinced??"

With a clang, Bone Cleaver was stuck into the broken ground. Allen's domineering gaze stared directly at Maggot Eye.

A group of goblin guards around them, covered in dust, crawled up from the ruins. They didn't even know what had happened, and they were buried on the ground by the collapsing castle rubble. When they crawled out again, they saw the powerful Claw of the Raven leader, now cleaved into a heavily injured state by their great chieftain.

"I'm not convinced!!"

Maggot Eye stubbornly raised his head, glaring venomously at Allen.

"It doesn't matter if you're not convinced. I grant you another chance to challenge me!!!"

"As long as you submit to me!!!"

"I can guarantee that your existing power and status will remain unchanged, and all your benefits will remain unchanged!!!"

"At the same time, I will also tell you my experience in advancing to demigod!!!"

"How is it???"

Since Allen had decided to annex the Snow Mite and Claw of the Raven tribes, he certainly hoped to preserve the strength of the two tribes as much as possible. If it were Ariel in front of Allen, then Allen would definitely kill him with a single slash.

However, Maggot Eye was also a legendary high-level expert, and his strength was not bad. In particular, his character was inclined towards boldness and roughness. Although he had certain political skills, he was not as insidious and forbearing as the troll chieftain Ariel, and his city was not very deep. Through observation, Allen could almost guess the other party's behavioral choices.

Such a strong man as the tribal leader may not be outstanding, but as an assistant and deterrent force, he is still a good choice.

If Maggot Eye could be recruited, it would definitely have a multiplier effect on Allen's next action to take over and annex the Nasir Fortress in the north.

"…Are you telling the truth???"

"The promise I, Allen. Witt, have made has never been broken!!!"

Faced with the temptation of a demigod, Maggot Eye's determination to die completely wavered.

The reason why he decided to fight desperately was only that his lifespan was only a few decades. If he lost the Claw of the Raven tribe again, it would almost be equivalent to losing everything for him. Since it was better to live in disgrace, he might as well fight to the death, regardless of whether he won or lost, it would not be in vain for his wonderful life as Maggot Eye.

However, this did not mean that Maggot Eye had not fantasized about continuing to work hard, breaking through the threshold of a demigod, and stepping onto a higher stage. However, repeated failures over countless years had long made him give up hope of advancement, so he was spending his days like this now.

Suddenly, Allen threw him a straw, telling him the possibility of advancing to demigod. Regardless of the final result, Maggot Eye believed that it was necessary to take a chance. He was not even afraid of death now, and the tribe, this external thing, seemed to be unable to be kept, so what was he afraid of losing??

"Okay!!!"