Green Monster Epic

“Master, what brings you here? Is there something you need from me?”

In his life, Allen held only two individuals in the esteem of a mentor: Firok, the deceased gnome appraisal master he met at Thornsburg, and Oscar, the legendary druid elf before him.

From acquaintance to deep understanding, these two elders had selflessly guided and taught Allen without any ulterior motives, benefiting him immensely throughout his life. Allen matured early and was very perceptive. He could always sense whether others were being sincere or not, and his attitude towards them differed accordingly, especially after being betrayed by a close friend.

Of course, being grateful was one thing; making Allen go against his own principles and the interests of his tribe to follow the path his mentor desired was another.

He had thought that due to the conflict between his own beliefs and those of Master Oscar, it would be difficult for them to maintain their former close relationship. Who would have thought that Oscar would suddenly appear today, his face showing no sign of the estrangement caused by their ideological clash?

“My Oak Church is preparing to expand Maple Church in Green Lake Town and build a grand chapel on its foundation. I will be stationed at Maple Grand Chapel to cultivate from now on.”

Oscar patted Cole's shoulder affectionately, pleased that she could still maintain her innocent nature. Compared to Allen, he seemed to like this mutated gnome girl more.

“That's great! It will be easier to meet you in the future. You can also treat it as a long vacation and see how our tribe has changed over the years.”

“By the way!! Many excellent cooks have emerged in the tribe in recent years. They have developed many delicious dishes with wonderful colors, aromas, and tastes. You can try them too.”

Allen was genuinely happy and said repeatedly.

“There will be time for those things. What you are doing now is very meaningful to the wilderness!!!”

The awkwardness in Oscar's heart had mostly dissipated after seeing the magnificent project nearing completion. He was now somewhat grateful that he had accepted Homer's advice and come to Green Lake Town to oversee the situation. Otherwise, he might have had to wait decades for the mountains to be completely tunneled through before noticing the efforts of Allen and his tribe.

Although the Nature God system claimed to maintain the balance of nature, it did not mean that they would never modify the natural environment to make the wilderness ecosystem more prosperous. After all, a more diverse ecological environment also meant that it could nurture more wilderness natives, and the potential believers of the nature deities would also be greater.

“Well done! What you are doing now is much greater than what I thought I was contributing to nature!!”

Oscar had been in the Green Field for a while, and his lingering concerns had led him to patrol around the plains and the Tagan Desert, which allowed him to notice the subtle changes in the climate around the Green Field and the appearance of more vegetation and animals.

Finally, tracing the source, he found his way to the Mansha Quarry, where he happened to meet Allen and Cole on their outing.

Even Allen's whimsical idea to create a commotion on the east side of the quarry was witnessed by Oscar in his giant eagle form as he flew in the sky, adding more practical verification to the Oak Church's speculation.

“I accidentally overheard your conversation just now and understood the children's concerns, but in reality, these worries are somewhat exaggerated.”

“In fact, your research on the natural environment and climate should not be done independently like this. With the limited knowledge of your wilderness native tribes, you cannot have much information on this subject.”

“Looking at the entire Feyman World, the church of our Nature God system definitely understands the temperament of nature the most. Especially the library of my Oak Church, which contains the most detailed knowledge about the climate and ecology of various places in the wilderness. If you had communicated with us earlier, not only the ecological changes you want to predict, but also the progress of your current project could have been greatly improved!!”

Oscar could already imagine the changes that would be brought to this biologically barren land when this mountain range was truly opened, and countless water vapors from the endless sea continuously poured into the arid climate of the Northern Territory.

Back then, he and the church knew that Allen wanted to open up the mountains in a whimsical way, but he thought that Allen and his people were just acting on a whim and could not persevere. Only this intention was worth praising, but in reality, he had never held too much hope.

As the Nature God system church that most hoped to improve this wilderness, it had dominated and influenced the Mansha Wilderness for countless years, but had never thought of formulating such a large project. What was the reason?

Wasn't it because such a project required countless manpower and resources, and the future results could not be predicted? Any rational leader would probably find it difficult to make such a decision.

“……”

Allen looked back and exchanged glances with Albard and the others, all with expressions of shame and embarrassment.

“We were confused. According to your opinion, Master, if the mountains are really opened up, will the impact on my Green Field be good or bad?”

“In my personal opinion, tunneling through the mountains is actually more beneficial than harmful, but after all, the impact of this matter is very large. I think it is still necessary to send a professional team to conduct an on-site investigation.”

Oscar had been here for a while and had gained some understanding, so he gave his answer without reservation.

“If you believe me, leave this matter to me. I will definitely have the church send the most elite and experienced research team to give you a detailed report.”

“Then I'll have to trouble you, Master.”

Allen was not polite and nodded directly in agreement, but then changed the subject: “However, I hope Albard and the others can also participate. After all, they have been focusing on this matter for more than ten years. At least they have to be involved until the end, and at the same time, let them learn more.”

Albard's originally dimmed eyes brightened again with Allen's words.

“No problem. I think the data they have recorded is very useful to the research team. Most importantly, they have lived here for a long time and know a lot about the surrounding environment and climate changes, which can bring a lot of convenience to the research!!”

“Thank you so much, Master!!”

Allen never believed in useless knowledge. Even if no one in the tribe might learn about climate change in the future, he still seized the opportunity to learn from the Oak Church and accumulate a knowledge reserve for the tribe.

Of course, he was also considering the feelings of that gnome, Albad. This kid didn't enjoy better living conditions, willingly doing tedious research here for more than a decade. It was clear that he was truly interested in these things, so he had to fight for Albad and the others, both logically and emotionally.

What followed was a relatively professional conversation. At this time, Allen and Kour became supporting characters, mostly listening as Oscar and Albad discussed the surrounding climate and environment in a very professional manner.

Seeing this scene, Allen felt relieved. At least Master Oscar was still the person he knew. It didn't seem that he was solely here to preside over the affairs of the Holy See in Green Lake Town because of him.

There are never so many coincidences in the world. Allen had just broken through the demigod barrier, and then Oscar, who was closest to him, appeared, saying he would preside over Maple Leaf Church for a long time and expand the church to a chapel. These were obviously not coincidences that could be explained. The most likely explanation was that his outburst at Moor Fortress was noticed, so the Oak Holy See deliberately showed goodwill to win him over.

This was not impossible. When it comes to understanding demigods and saints, the churches of the natural divine system are probably the most experienced in the wilderness.

In the millennia of the wilderness, only five or so powerful individuals above the demigod level have appeared, one of whom was eventually plotted against and killed, leaving only four. On the other hand, the churches of the natural divine system each have at least one powerful individual above the demigod level on the surface, and even more hidden powerful individuals above the demigod level that the wilderness's powerhouses don't know about.

Regardless of the Oak Holy See's reasons for this arrangement, as long as Oscar was still the familiar person he knew, Allen would be optimistic about the matter.

"Regarding the matter of my Holy See preparing to expand the Green Lake Town Chapel, do you have any opinions?"

After chatting with Albad and the others for a long time and understanding the situation they had, Oscar turned to talk to Allen again.

"It doesn't matter, just say what you think."

"I don't have any opinions, Master, you don't need to worry."

Allen really didn't have too many concerns. After losing the god they served, the Oak Holy See's influence and control had been hit accordingly, so they were very friendly to the tribes that still supported them.

And Allen was not a leader who liked to be controlled by others. If other powerful churches were to establish themselves in the tribe, conflicts and contradictions would inevitably arise with Allen.

The Oak Holy See needed supporters, needed to preach, needed to collect faith, and Allen needed a nominally followed church to shelter him, reduce unnecessary troubles, and at the same time not want to be too influenced and controlled. This was a win-win situation for both parties.

"However, I also promised Eric and the others from the Tandin Society to allow them to freely spread their ideas. I hope you masters can coexist peacefully and minimize friction."

For any church, the Tandin Society was a scourge that needed to be suppressed or even eradicated, because the gods they advocated were the Mole Rat, that people should be self-reliant, and other ideas that sought to shake the foundation of divine faith from the ground up. It was just that the style of the natural divine system was relatively mild, and the Tandin Society had not been expanding outward, only developing and promoting their ideas in the territory of the Green Field Tribe, so they had not posed too much of a threat to the natural divine system, which allowed them to survive.

However, this did not mean that the Tandin Society and the Oak Holy See got along very well. In fact, many frictions and disputes had already occurred between the two major forces in Green Lake Town. It was only because of Trick's impartiality, under Allen's instruction, that the contradictions were not further expanded.

"...I will pay attention to this."

Oscar's bright eyes suddenly dimmed. If there were a few things he was dissatisfied with Allen about, this matter should be one of them.

As a traditional and devout follower of the Father of the Oak, Oscar could tolerate others having other faith pursuits, but he could not tolerate anyone comparing the Father of the Oak to pests like the Mole Rat, slandering the冕下 who burned himself for the Ferman world.

Suppressing the unhappiness in his heart, Oscar struggled for a long time, and finally nodded in agreement. After all, the Tandin Society had been rooted in the Green Field Tribe for more than a day or two. He couldn't just ask Allen to express his support for him to suppress the Tandin Society because of his arrival, right?

Oscar was eager to go back and write a letter to be taken back to Mansa City. At this time, other things could be put aside, but the matter of studying the climate change after the opening of the gap in the Mansa Mountains must be started quickly.

Albad and the others still wanted to stay on the coastline to enrich their data. Although they knew that more professional people might come next, this was not a reason for them to give up their research.

The reason Allen came to the quarry was also to continue to familiarize himself with the changes in his body, the lethality of Rage, and so on.

Therefore, with different purposes, the three parties bid a simple farewell and left in three directions.

The place where he had trained in the quarry last time was still the same. The valley filled with gravel and the mountains that had been split from the legs were now groaning again with the arrival of Allen and Kour.

"Hoo!!!"

Since the formation of the Rage vortex, the only time Allen had fully erupted was at Moor Fortress, when he destroyed the demigod-level spell of Doom Lightning overhead. Later, although he had secluded himself in the arena for more than half a year, Allen actually had to suppress his power when trying out moves or verifying his strength, otherwise that arena would have been riddled with holes and dilapidated long ago.

Now that he was on the outskirts of the quarry, except for Kour, there was finally no one else. Allen didn't need to worry about anything. A mouthful of turbid air slowly exhaled from between his chest, and then fresh air poured in, flowing through his lungs. His heart jumped vigorously, and a powerful and solemn aura slowly drifted from the Bone Cleaver in his hand.

Kour, floating in the air a hundred meters high, was helping Allen keep watch, preventing irrelevant personnel from entering, while watching intently at the majestic figure standing opposite the hundred-meter-high mountain head on the ground.

"Open!!"

A seemingly light horizontal sweep, without a mighty roar, nor a rolling, sweeping gale, everything was so calm, except for the Bone Cleaver's heavy sword brushing against the mountain rocks in front, making a rustling sound.