Green Monster Epic

Outside the 'Allen' Tavern, a crowd gradually gathered. The goblin manager, Romeu, carefully led the endless stream of guests, each with a worried look, into the building with his servants.

Many merchants and guests who were peacefully dining inside noticed the unusual atmosphere and quickly paid their bills and left, which relieved Romeu. He had initially chosen to open the tavern at the border between the two races to cater to guests from both sides who wanted to dine without venturing deep into the other's territory.

However, the current situation, with waves of warriors from both races gathering, was rare for Romeu in his years as tavern manager. Moreover, he recognized most of these guests as mid-to-high-level leaders and managers from the gnolls and trolls. Romeu secretly estimated that the trolls and gnolls inside the tavern now represented at least half of the core members of both races.

Fortunately, Allen had warned Romeu beforehand, preparing him mentally. Otherwise, Romeu would have thought something major was about to happen and would have immediately sent a message back to his clan.

"Commander Jia'er, it's been a while since you've graced our tavern with your presence. What brings you here today?"

Two more trolls walked in, and Romeu, recognizing them, immediately greeted them enthusiastically.

"Quickly arrange a quiet place for me, I have matters to discuss!"

The middle-aged male troll named Jia'er waved impatiently.

"Alright, shall I arrange a room for you on the third floor?"

Romeu continued to greet him with a smile despite the cold reception.

"Jia'er, over here!!!"

Just as Jia'er nodded, a troll's head suddenly popped out from the second-floor staircase, loudly calling his name. Jia'er looked over and immediately recognized the troll calling him as Xin'ke, who had competed with him for the position of city defense commander but failed and ended up as a manager in the security bureau.

He frowned slightly, glancing at the almost entirely gnoll crowd on the first floor, a hint of disgust in his eyes. Finally, he looked up at Xin'ke with a polite smile.

"Coming!"

Taking his deputy, Jia'er waved to Romeu, indicating that he didn't need to be attended to, and walked towards the second floor.

The first floor was almost full, and so was the second. The only difference was that the guests on the first floor were almost all gnolls, while the second floor was filled with trolls Jia'er knew.

In the Snowme tribe, Jia'er relied on his family's influence to climb to a high position at the age of fifty. As the city defense commander, he controlled the only formally organized and long-standing army in the tribe, making his importance self-evident.

Xin'ke, who had competed with Jia'er for this position, also came from a prominent family in the Snowme tribe. Although he lost to Jia'er, his current position as the security bureau manager was also a lucrative and powerful one.

Both trolls were considered high-level figures in the tribe, but even they were not the most distinguished trolls on the second floor. Several senile old trolls with hunched backs sipped their cool drinks with a nonchalant attitude, representing the opinions of the largest families in the Snowme tribe, making them the most influential presence here.

Tim paced back and forth, feeling a throbbing pain in his brain due to excessive thinking. However, he couldn't stop. He was facing the most difficult decision.

The noise around him grew louder. Although he was in a secluded private room in the backyard, the keen hearing of a legendary powerhouse allowed him to easily sense the increasingly loud commotion from the front hall of the tavern, constantly disrupting his thoughts and worsening his already anxious mood.

"Wait a moment, I'll be right back!"

Unable to bear it any longer, Tim said to Allen and the others, got up, and walked out of the private courtyard. As soon as he left the courtyard, he soared into the air, instantly releasing the aura of a legendary powerhouse, enveloping the area several miles around the 'Allen' Tavern.

"All of you, shut up!!!"

The powerful roar echoed throughout the tavern, silencing the noise for a moment. However, immediately, people opened the windows of the tavern near the backyard and poked their heads out.

Taking advantage of this brief opportunity, Tim's body, already flying into the sky, did not stop but continued to ascend, trying to leave this place of trouble before Allen and the others could catch up. The difficult choice was too cruel for Tim, and in the end, he could only be a cowardly turtle, putting his mind at ease by not choosing.

"Tim, where are you running off to? Can't you see me here? Get down here right now, I have something to ask you!!!"

An old, hoarse voice came from the window on the second floor, immediately slowing Tim's escape. Tim slowly turned his head and looked at the withered troll with sparse hair and dense wrinkles, a smile more bitter than crying appearing on his face.

Bianca, the troll druid over a hundred years old, was the current head of the Goodman family. Even Tim, who had advanced to the legendary rank, had to respectfully call him uncle. The reason was simple: Tim's full name was Tim Goodman.

"Uncle, why are you here too!"

Tim turned back helplessly, glancing around. Many of the tribe's leaders had appeared in this tavern, and even more familiar gnoll leaders were visible in the windows on the lower floor.

Maggot Eye secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Allen had discussed with him beforehand, releasing the news of Yariel's capture and the meeting of the three legendary figures at the 'Allen' Tavern to encourage the core members of the troll tribe to gather and investigate the truth.

Relying solely on Allen and Maggot Eye's persuasion would not have been enough to convince Tim. There had to be a driving force from the outside to make Tim make the final decision.

Maggot Eye hadn't expected that the messenger he sent to persuade the troll high-level figures would end up moving so many people. The influence of those few old trolls he recognized in the Snowme tribe, although not as great as Yariel, the chieftain, was comparable to Tim, the newly promoted legendary figure.

Allen wouldn't tell Maggot Eye that his messenger was able to persuade so many trolls because the Green Field spies had secretly contributed. Otherwise, how could the news of the chieftain's capture, which might not even be true, have created such a big stir in such a short amount of time?

Watching Tim fly into the second floor of the tavern, Allen's heart relaxed slightly. The anger he had originally been building up to chase and intercept Tim also returned to calm, hiding within his surging blood.

"If you still recognize me as your uncle, then tell me the truth, did Chieftain Yariel have an accident...?"

Even with Allen's hearing, it gradually became difficult to hear the voices of the trolls discussing on the second floor under concentrated attention. Sensing waves of obscure magical fluctuations, Allen could guess that the troll spellcasters must have cast some kind of shielding spell.

However, this was no longer what Allen was concerned about. He exchanged glances with Maggot Eye and Bobier, and with a nod, Bobier quickly walked out of the courtyard and into the first floor of the tavern, where the gnoll leaders they had summoned were waiting.