Green Monster Epic

Emerging from the hobgoblin territory, Allen wore a faint smile. Without wasting much breath, he roughly described his vision to Maggot Eye, who then yielded to reality.

The so-called overt scheme is one where, regardless of the opponent's considerations or choices, they ultimately have to follow the designer's intended path in the face of reality, just like Maggot Eye's current situation.

It was because the troll chieftain, Arier, saw through Allen's plan that he desperately sacrificed himself, trying to buy his tribe more time for autonomy and independence. But wasn't this also a kind of escape born out of his despair?

When visiting the Snowme troll tribe, who had lost their leader, Allen received an even quicker response, even though he had just slain Snowme's former chieftain in a duel.

The mid- and lower-level trolls would definitely harbor resentment towards Allen for killing their chieftain, but there would be no shortage of high-level trolls who couldn't wait for Arier to die. Now that Allen, as a demigod, came to visit the major families and the new chieftain, Timm, they would greet him with smiles regardless of their motives. No troll would offend a demigod for the sake of someone who was already dead.

"Our patriarch said, please send these invitations back to your respective tribes, and we hope that your tribes will carefully select representatives for this Thorns Council meeting."

The Champagne Building in Moore Fortress was the venue for the Thorns Council's regular meetings, as well as the daily workplace for the stationed representatives of the member tribes. Although the building wasn't large, its interior decoration could be considered luxurious.

In the hall, Fei, the earth goblin in charge of external liaison for the Green Field Tribe, earnestly handed a golden invitation to the representatives of several member tribes in the hall, and solemnly instructed them.

"This year's meeting will be held in a month and a half. I believe you all have a way to send this invitation back to your tribes in time."

Leaving the representatives to look at each other, Fei raised his head and chest and walked out of the Champagne Building after saying this, not afraid that the other party would not take his words seriously.

This was the change that Allen's advancement to demigod brought to the goblins of Green Field. The pride and sense of honor from the bottom of their hearts greatly improved the spirit of the entire tribe.

Even the supervisor in charge of advancing the tribe's advanced occupations felt that since the patriarch advanced to demigod, the proportion of advancements and breakthroughs among the tribe's new generation seemed to have increased. Of course, this was just a feeling of the supervisor. To get an accurate proportion, a lot of data support would be needed to confirm it.

In recent years, the greatest role of the Thorns Council has been to provide a platform for these tribes in the Northern Territory, allowing everyone to resolve frictions and conflicts that arise between them on this platform, and to maintain the peaceful development between the tribes.

The biggest beneficiaries should be the Wasteland Heart Tribe, led by the ogre chieftain, Nicol, and the Corima dark elf tribe, which was later brought in by Allen.

Especially the Wasteland Heart Tribe, because of this platform, they don't have to worry too much about the threat from the neighboring Uruk kobolds; and because they are close to the Green Field Tribe, and excellent tribesmen can get the opportunity to study in the Green Field Tribe, they have developed well in recent years, and the population has grown from more than 30,000 to more than 60,000.

At least in Nicol's lifetime, being able to see the tribe's population exceed 100,000 may become a truly new and powerful tribe member rising from the local area in the Mansa Alliance in nearly a thousand years.

However, the closer it gets to this time, the greater the pressure Nicol bears, after all, the rise of every powerful tribe is a huge threat to the surrounding neighbors.

But it is precisely because of the pressure from the external environment that Nicol and his tribe will become more dependent on the power of the Thorns Council team, and become closer to the Green Field Tribe, in order to obtain assistance to resist external pressure and threats.

The Corima dark elf branch even hopes that the Thorns Council can exist for a long time, so that the threat that the Green Field Tribe poses to them will have bargaining chips to check and balance. Although Ted and the others are a little puzzled, why Allen would bring them into the Thorns Council, which is an invisible restriction on the Green Field Tribe by the charter rules of the Thorns Council team, making it difficult to attack the Corima dark elves.

"What do you say, what does our new demigod mean by suddenly sending such an invitation?"

Fendi, the chieftain of the Algan Tribe, sat on a wooden stake. Opposite him was a vibrant lake. A fishing rod swayed slowly, and the float rose and fell on the surface of the water. Obviously, a fish had taken the bait, but Fendi had no intention of pulling the line.

"What else could it mean, but to show off his power!!"

Sfinch, the chieftain of the Aman Sand Tribe, lay upside down on the damp meadow, with a blade of grass in his mouth, looking at the sky with sarcasm in his eyes.

"It would be good if that's all it was. At worst, we'll put down our airs and compliment this bear goblin. But I'm worried that he's probably not just trying to show off his power!!"

"So what? If it really doesn't work, we'll just withdraw from the Thorns Council. The income of tens of thousands of gold coins isn't worth giving up!!"

Sfinch actually understood that the bear goblin leader of Green Field suddenly sending this invitation in a big way couldn't be as simple as a demonstration of power, but he was in a complicated mood and couldn't think of a way to deal with it, so he seemed a little depressed.

"Is it over if we withdraw? With the Thorns Council team in existence, our interests in the Northern Territory can still be guaranteed to some extent. If we leave this team and let the other tribes unite, I'm afraid our two tribes won't have a good time in the future!!"

Fendi drew his hand sharply, and the fishing rod rose in response. A ferocious big fish had just been dragged out of the water, and he casually twisted it into pieces of different sizes with the fishing rod in his hand, and dropped it into the water. The calm surface of the water suddenly rippled, and I don't know how many big and small fish were competing fiercely for these pieces of flesh and blood of the same kind under the water.

"I estimate that the invitation issued by the bear goblin now is in preparation for the alliance meeting a few years later. As a new demigod, if he wants to have a place in the alliance like the other four demigod pillars, he will definitely need supporters."

"Of course I know these things, I just don't want to get involved in their affairs. Our two tribes are living well in this swamp, why must we wade into their muddy water!!"

No one is a fool. In fact, the two lizardmen leaders could roughly guess Allen's purpose. It's just that in recent years, the northern territory has been far away from the core area of the wilderness, and there has been no super powerful tribe or strongman as the axis for a long time. The two lizardmen tribes have become accustomed to living freely in a corner.

Even when the Natural Order faction and the Oak faction secretly confronted each other, the lizardmen tribes did not favor either side. It can be seen that their ambition is not in the power struggle of the alliance, at least in the style of the two leaders of their generation.

Now, a demigod has suddenly emerged, and the tribe and influence behind him have broken the balance of the northern territory, making it difficult for the two tribes to live according to their own wishes. It's no wonder that the two leaders are so negative and resistant.

"However, reality is no longer something you and I can control."

Zolfe was still a little unaccustomed to his newly grown arm, always feeling that it had an unspeakable barrier with his spirit.

Last time, Zolfe was ambushed by the Drow. In order to survive, Zolfe sacrificed an arm in exchange for his lucky escape. After returning, he had to recuperate and collect resources to find a legendary healing master. It took decades to barely restore his strength to the level before he was injured.

Unexpectedly, before he could enjoy himself for two days, he heard that Allen, the goblin leader in the north, had suddenly advanced to demigod and easily killed Arielle in a duel. Zolfe was a little uneasy: Could it be that this goblin is starting to retaliate against those who offended him during the previous ruins adventure??

Looking at the invitation in his hand, Zolfe hesitated, whether he should go to Murr Fortress himself, or let Yug, who has a better relationship with the goblin, go.

"I believe that Allen is not a narrow-minded goblin. His invitation to us to attend the meeting this time is probably to win over the tribes in our northern territory and prepare for the next alliance meeting."

Since advancing to the high rank of Legend, Yug has rarely traveled and collected resources, but stayed in the tribe to help Zolfe manage the tribe and strive for benefits for his family.

Yug didn't even dare to think about demigods. He knew his own abilities. In addition to his hard work, luck also played a big part in his ability to advance to his current strength.

"Since he is asking us for something, then we should seize this opportunity to deal with the previous unpleasantness, and by the way, talk to her carefully to see what he can give us!!"

"Then you should go to the meeting this time."

Seeing Yug's confident look, Zolfe simply asked for his opinion.

"I think it's more appropriate for the patriarch to go. No matter what unpleasantness you have between you, he will restrain himself a little in public."

Yug shook his head and analyzed calmly.

"Okay, then I'll leave the tribe to you."

"Don't worry."

Nicol was the first to arrive after Allen sent out the invitation. Although the Heart of the Wild tribe now has many talents, none of them have found their own path to Legend so far, so Nicol had to come in person.

However, Nicol is not in a hurry in this regard. He believes that with the current resources of the tribe and the support obtained by relying on the Green Field tribe, it is still no problem to cultivate an ogre Legend before he dies!!

It is precisely because of relying on the Green Field tribe that Nicol certainly needs to actively perform and show his support for the Green Field tribe at this time.

Following closely behind him was Ted, the garrison of Corima Town. After all, Corima Town is closest to Murr Fortress and also relies on the Green Field tribe's system to live, so naturally he cannot be absent.

One after another, representatives from the other tribes also dared to arrive at Murr Fortress before the scheduled meeting, just waiting for the meeting to be held. It seems that this meeting should be the most grand one since the establishment of the Thorns Ring team. The leaders of each tribe are present, which shows that they give Allen, the newly promoted demigod, a lot of face.

"Thank you all for giving me, Allen, this face and personally attending this meeting."

Allen was very satisfied and began to preside over the meeting in a kind manner, although according to the rules, the host of this session should be the Raven's Claw.

"If you calculate carefully, the establishment of our Thorns Ring team will be a hundred years old in a few years. Since the establishment of the team, the role it has played has also been obvious to all. The Drow have repeatedly tried to go south to capture Nasir Fortress, but it was through the cooperation and support of our team that their schemes were broken."

"And in the northern territory in recent years, in addition to the fighting with the Drow, there have been no major frictions and disputes between our major tribes, which is all thanks to the platform of this team for timely communication and handling."

"Of course, everyone should also be clear in their hearts that the reason why the Thorns Ring can maintain its operation is that our Cato tribes are willing to actively give up a part of the interests of the fortress. Otherwise, a team without conflicting interests will inevitably not exist for so long."

"But the current situation has changed a bit. Our Green Field, Raven's Claw, and Snowmi tribes have reorganized the Court Council, and the depth of the three-tribe alliance far exceeds the past. And the Drow Federation, which poses the greatest threat to our northern territory, has now become a member of the Wilderness Alliance. In essence, the possibility of them re-igniting the war is extremely low."

"Then, the role of the Thorns Ring team is no longer as important as it used to be, at least for our three tribes!!"

"Chief Allen, do you mean that you want to disband the Thorns Ring? If so, although it is a pity, I and Schiffenchi, representing the Argan and Amansa tribes, will not object!!"

Fendi's expression was calm. After exchanging glances with Schiffenchi, he spoke.

Zolfe, who was sitting next to them, had a subtle expression. Although he couldn't see his specific attitude, he was still a little secretly happy in his heart.

"Hehe, Chief Fendi, what you said seems a bit presumptuous!! No matter what, in order to maintain this team over the years, the resources that our three tribes have invested in it are probably no less than the property of any of your tribes. How can we say that it can be disbanded just like that!!"

Allen was not angry, but just swept his gaze in front of Fendi and Schiffenchi, which made the two lizardmen chiefs feel a bit of heavy aura coming.

"I think that the Thorns Ring organization should not only not be disbanded, but also needs to be changed according to the situation to play a greater role."

"A greater role??"

In the fairly spacious conference hall, Allen's voice echoed in everyone's ears. Except for Maggot Eye and Tim, the others' eyes showed a bit of incomprehension, but more of it was vigilance and defensiveness.