Green Monster Epic

"Let me ask, who should bear the investment capital of tens of millions of gold coins, as well as the massive manpower input??"

The centaur representative lay on a specially made chair, lightly raising a series of serious questions.

"Also, the location selection for digging the tunnel, with a radiation range of only a thousand miles, will inevitably only bring changes and influences to the territories of a few surrounding tribes. Then, will the representatives of other tribes who cannot benefit be willing?"

"Anyway, if it were our royal court, we would not bear any investment."

"… …"

This is a very realistic problem. The Centaur Grassland itself is adjacent to the Shire Continent, and the Mansa Mountains to the west have the least impact on them. Although water resources cannot be said to be abundant, they are by no means scarce, so changing the natural environment has no attraction for the centaur lineage.

"Everyone, you can't just look at the present! If this matter is really accomplished, then the wilderness will be full of vitality in the future, and the population of your tribes will inevitably increase exponentially!"

Seeing the indifferent expressions on the faces of the surrounding representatives, Pula Card said painfully.

"Moreover, the so-called investment, as long as you can convince more than one hundred member tribes of the Wilderness Alliance to do this together, the investment per tribe is not too much!"

The representatives of the churches, such as the Church of Nature and the Rangers, are actually more tempted. For their respective churches, the more people in the wilderness, the more followers they shepherd, and the increase in followers naturally means that the great existence they serve is stronger.

It is a pity that although the high-level combat power and member quality of the church are powerful, and the various resources accumulated by the church are beyond the reach of ordinary wilderness tribes, it is still difficult to promote large-scale projects of this kind, which take a very long time. At most, it is just like the Green Field Tribe, digging out one or two passages.

One or two passages are a drop in the bucket for the vast territory of the entire wilderness. The midline distance from north to south in the wilderness alone exceeds fifteen thousand miles. Moreover, the wilderness itself is an irregular shape that is constantly curved, and the actual length of the east-west Mansa Mountains will only be longer, not shorter.

Unable to dig mountain passages on a large scale, then Pula Card's proposal is a chicken rib, at least for this group of rational guys in front of him, it is not very convincing.

Allen twitched his round bear nose, feeling somewhat complicated.

If this plan is passed at this small circle meeting at this time, wouldn’t it mean that his Green Field Tribe needs hundreds of years of persistence and effort, spending huge resources and manpower to do things, and in the end, other tribes can get the greatest results at a smaller cost; but if this plan is not paid attention to and cared about, then he, as the creator of this precedent, may seem a bit stupid in the eyes of outsiders.

Of course, Allen himself knows how much intangible and long-term benefits their tribe has gained because of this passage. At this time, he just has some contradictory feelings because of the expressions of this group of core figures in the alliance.

In the end, as Allen expected, only the members of the Ranger and New Sprout Church gave Pula Card a vote of approval. Although most of the other members did not make a clear opposition like the three centaur members, they did not support Pula Card's proposal.

The number of affirmative votes did not reach half of the representative members present, and the first proposal was stopped here. Then Da Vinci looked at everyone and asked other members about the second agenda item.

"… …According to the alliance's articles of association, since the Drow Hozia Federation has been accepted as a member of the alliance, then do they also have the qualifications to participate in our circle? Regardless of the overall strength of the Drow, or the existence of their federation demigods, it seems that they are more qualified to sit here than someone."

Doris, the priest of the Church of Nature, wearing an ocher robe, glanced slightly at the silent Allen and slowly raised their church's agenda item.

"I object!!"

Briken's gloomy voice rang out immediately after Doris's voice fell.

"That is a group of shameless invaders. Now the territory they live in was plundered from the hands of our wilderness native tribes. What qualifications do they have to join the core circle of the alliance??"

"Don't forget, there are many tribes in the wilderness who originally held opposing opinions on the Drow joining the alliance. If they are accepted into our circle again, I am very worried that the alliance will move towards complete division!!"

While expressing his attitude, Briken glanced at Allen's position a few times.

Allen himself was a little surprised by the proposal of the Church of Nature. Although he originally wanted to remain silent in this meeting, just holding the attitude of learning and observing, but now hearing the agenda of the Church of Nature, he still felt it necessary to express his dissatisfaction.

"This is my first time participating in the meeting. I originally just wanted to learn from you, but since Priest Doris raised the issue related to our Northern Territory, then I think it is still necessary to express the attitude of our Northern Territory Six Tribes!!"

"Back then, the alliance did not provide support to the Northern Territory in accordance with the articles of association, allowing the Drow to drive straight in and seize millions of square miles of territory. The alliance explained to us that because the threat of the Human Allied Forces was greater, the alliance had no way to fight on two fronts."

"Okay, for the overall benefit of the wilderness, then we will endure it. We rely on our own strength to block the Drow army going south!!"

"But after the Human Allied Forces and the alliance signed a truce agreement, and the war with the Orc Empire came to an end, what we waited for was not the alliance staff and concern, but some forces persuaded us to abandon the Cold Wind Ridge and Bonn City in the Northern Territory, so that the Snow Mites and Raven Claw tribes could never return to their homeland!!"

"What is this??"

"Didn't our Northern Territory Six Tribes contribute their strength to counterattack the Human Allied Forces? Just the warriors of the Green Field Tribe led by me, nearly a thousand died in battle on the Centaur Grassland, and there were thousands more from the former Agina Jia Tribe of Green Field!!"

"We shed blood for the alliance, may I ask how the alliance treats us??"

"Abandon Cold Wind Ridge, abandon Bonn Basin, accept the Drow as a member of the alliance… Isn't such a concession enough? Now they even want the Drow to participate in the core interests of the wilderness, then I am very puzzled, what position does the alliance put our Northern Territory Six Tribes in!!"

Allen was both taking advantage of the situation. Since it was his first speech, he had to make it sonorous and forceful, so that people would not despise him because of his relatively weak strength and status. At the same time, he really wanted to vent the unfair treatment they had received over the years for his partners in the Northern Territory in the core circle of the alliance.

Just like in his speech at the Alliance Assembly, he hoped to be a supporter and voice for the weak in the Alliance. And weren't the six tribes of the North themselves such existences?

Blicken's eyes were bright as he looked approvingly at Allen, this combative hobgoblin. He wanted a new face like this, one who seemed to be covered in thorns, to fight for the greatest benefits for the native tribes of the wilderness, instead of sacrificing the living space of the wilderness natives for the sake of so-called grand schemes and long-term considerations.

The faces of the other representatives were more or less unsightly. Allen's words made them unable to refute, but also stung their sensitive hearts. They glanced at Allen, this newcomer, with mostly displeased eyes.

"Those are all things of the past. Now we need to look to the future. There are two civilized forces, north and south, eyeing our wilderness covetously. The Nature God system has also lost its most powerful god. If we don't find other foreign aid to resist humans and elves together, won't the tribes of the wilderness ultimately suffer?"

Doris's face was icy, her eyes like two knives, stabbing at Allen, forcefully arguing.

"Priest, you also said that the elves are eyeing our wilderness covetously. But who is truly resisting the elves in the north? Isn't it our northern tribes?"

"If the wilderness acts unfairly again, forcing us to lose the courage to continue following, we will directly defect to the elves. At that time, Priest, won't you feel that you forced us into a dead end?!"

Allen retorted sharply, even knowing that the Church of Nature now had great influence and status in the wilderness. However, he simply disliked the Church of Nature's philosophy and style of doing things, and its relationship with the Oak Alliance was too close. It was impossible to please everyone, so he was not afraid to confront the Church of Nature head-on.

"Are you threatening us?"

Doris's face changed greatly, her eyes becoming sharper and more sinister.

"I am just reminding everyone that the Six Tribes of the North remember everything the Alliance has done in the past. The fact that we are still willing to abide by the rules of the Alliance is because we still have affection for the wilderness and the Nature God system. But if we continue to chill the hearts of these tribes, then our six tribes need to carefully consider whether to continue maintaining relations with the Alliance!"

Bang!!!

"You can try!"

Doris slammed the table, stood up, and glared fiercely at Allen.

The other representatives around were also shocked. Allen's words were truly earth-shattering for the Mansa Alliance. If they really did that, it would be an irreparable destruction of the foundation of the Alliance. Therefore, some people directly spoke up to ease the atmosphere in the room.

"Chief Allen, calm down. Aren't we all discussing this?"

"Chief Allen, please carefully consider the content of your words before you speak..."

"Allen!! You will be responsible for what you said!!"

Placa's tone was relatively gentle. After all, Allen was considered a member of their Oak Alliance. Although his words were too bold and radical at this time, he still believed that Allen did not necessarily really think so in his heart.

On the other hand, Da Vinci, Marvin, and others had stern expressions, solemnly reminding Allen, obviously very dissatisfied with Allen.

Blicken had originally admired Allen, this hobgoblin, but after hearing Allen's sonorous words at this time, he couldn't help but shake his head, somewhat disappointed.

"...I am just stating a fact that you are unwilling to think about!!"

Allen was expressionless. Although he also knew that the words he was saying at the moment were indeed somewhat indiscreet, and if spread out, would have a great impact on the entire wilderness. But undeniably, these words themselves had been hovering in Allen's mind for a long time, and now it was only after being provoked that he couldn't help but say them out bluntly.

The alliance between the Church of Nature and the Drow was too great a threat to the North, and the Oak Alliance had been severely suppressed in recent years. Its influence and supporters in the North were only a few tribes like Green Field and Snow Mi, and the support given was not great.

The Alliance itself had indeed cooperated with the Church of Nature's plan to win over the Spider Queen Rose as an ally, and had not paid much attention to the interests of the northern tribes.

These were also important reasons why the Thorn Ring tribes were ultimately willing to follow Allen when he advanced to demigod status and sought support.

The North had not had a strong leader for too long, one who could lead everyone to fight for the benefits that should belong to them in the Alliance. And the Alliance had repeatedly disregarded the demands and safety of the northern tribes, violated the charter of the Alliance, and wooed foreign races to nourish the central and southern tribes, which also disappointed the tribal leaders of the North.

The gradually marginalized northern tribes had always dared to be angry but dared not speak out in the face of unfair treatment, because after weighing the pros and cons in their hearts, they also understood that only by relying on the Alliance could they have the capital to resist the elves, dwarves, and even the Drow. And if they left the main body of the Alliance, as long as these forces had any covetousness or attempts on the North, these northern tribes actually did not have the qualifications to resist.

But Allen understood one thing even more, that the relationship between the Alliance and the northern tribes was inherently interdependent. Although there was a distinction between strong and weak, as long as it was handled properly, the weaker party also had the qualification to destroy the stronger party.

The seemingly powerful Alliance was actually an existence united by tribes like Green Field and Snow Mi. If six tribal members suddenly left the Alliance due to unfair treatment, then who could guarantee that there would be no other tribes suffering injustice who would not follow suit? And if the northern tribes really surrendered to the Elven Kingdom to the north and became existences attached to the elves, these representatives in front of them would definitely believe that the elves would give Allen and the others very generous treatment and gladly accept them.

It was just that in the past, the North had not reached its current state, and there had not been a strong leader like Allen who dared to tear through this layer of window paper that had been overlooked by everyone.

Since he wanted to break the balance of the past years, then Allen had to show some of the chips in his hand to let people know that he indeed had the capital to sit at this table. And Allen knew even more clearly that the reason why he would bring these words to the table was rooted in the fact that he himself would not make such a choice.

The situation became silent for a while, until Da Vinci spoke again: "Everyone vote, can the Drow join our decision-making level!!"

No one raised their hands to agree, including Doris, the priest of the Church of Nature who had made the suggestion, glaring at Allen with fearful and icy eyes, her arms always placed between her legs.