Green Monster Epic

The spoils from the two legendary elves were not abundant. After all, the drow outnumbered them in this operation. Moreover, to ascertain the elves' return route, the drow employed divination and sought suitable ambush locations. To be fair, their contributions outweighed those of Allen and Grubeye, so naturally, they deserved a larger share.

Allen secretly rejoiced that he had collaborated with the drow, allowing this swift and fierce reprisal to yield the reward of slaying two legendaries. Had he relied on the members of the Thorns of the Wild team, not to mention the time it would have consumed, even if they had managed to predict the elves' retreat and set an ambush, they might not have achieved such a result.

After distributing the spoils, Allen exchanged a few polite words before flying south with Grubeye, while the drow retreated in a southeast direction. The two parties quickly parted ways.

Although Grubeye, persuaded by Allen, had cooperated with the drow this once, he maintained a stern face throughout, showing no goodwill to the drow, except when frantically chasing the demigod Alicia.

Naturally, Allen had to maintain consistency with Grubeye, at least on the surface. After all, the three tribes of the Kator Mountains were now essentially united, and it was only right that Allen valued Grubeye's attitude more.

However, everyone understood that after this collaboration, regardless of how much Grubeye loathed the drow, they would likely have to coexist peacefully in the future.

Thanks to the foundation laid by Yariel, the former troll chieftain, the Snowme tribe, both high and low, no longer regarded the drow with the same fear and hatred as before. Especially since these new generations of trolls had been living and growing up in Nasir Fortress, only hearing stories about their homeland of Coldwind Hold from the elders, and nothing else to remind them of its significance.

And as Grubeye gradually aged, the animosity towards the drow within the three tribes, at least among the higher echelons, was dwindling.

The drow had also recognized the internal changes within the three tribes, so when Allen approached them, Matron Penile and Lillian, along with several other matrons, readily agreed and quickly mobilized their forces to execute this ambush.

The journey back was long, and the two remained silent for a time, until the city of Nasir Fortress slowly appeared on the horizon.

"The next time we meet, it might be at my funeral. I only hope you remember the promise you made."

As they were about to part ways, Grubeye, who had been gloomy and in low spirits, suddenly stopped Allen: "You should also plan carefully. While I still have the value of swinging my morningstar, let me make a contribution, so as not to betray your promise."

Only now did Grubeye finally understand why the astute Yariel had suddenly acted foolishly, taking the initiative to challenge Allen, even at the cost of his life.

Every legendary leader has their own pride. Grubeye did not want to see the day when he was helplessly lying in bed, waiting to die. Especially after experiencing the battle a few days ago, Grubeye felt that he had rediscovered a trace of fighting spirit and vitality, regaining the simple joy of battle that he had abandoned many years ago.

"You…"

Allen suddenly realized that Grubeye before him seemed to have aged a great deal. If the previous gnoll chieftain only looked old, then now the gnoll in front of him exuded a strong aura of decay and death, as if he could pass away at any moment.

Although Allen still had hundreds of years of life ahead of him, he had been scheming with old fellows like Yariel and Grubeye for so long that he had developed a sense of kinship. Now, seeing that this gnoll was about to die, and that in the future, no one in the high ranks of the troll and gnoll tribes would be able to contend with him, Allen felt no joy in his heart, but rather a sense of desolation and emptiness.

"Take care! Thank you for this time!"

Allen sincerely said these words, then carefully scrutinized Grubeye from top to bottom, before waving his hand and dashing towards the southern canyon.

In the wilderness, death and rebirth occur every moment. Even though Allen was saddened by the impending death of his old rival Grubeye, he really didn't know what to say.

Sure enough, less than two months after Allen returned to Moore Fortress, news of Grubeye's death was personally delivered to Allen by a gnoll attendant from the Raven's Claw.

Grubeye, who had fought to the death with the elven demigod, seemed to have suffered no injuries at the time, but facing a demigod head-on was no small matter for a legendary powerhouse. In addition, Grubeye was determined to die in battle, stimulating the little potential left in his body, so only after leaving the battlefield did Allen feel such a strong aura of death.

Allen personally participated in and presided over Grubeye's funeral, marking the end of an era for their three tribes, while the next era would be Allen Witt's one-man show!!

Grubeye's death did not seem to have a significant impact on the Raven's Claw and Snowme tribes. Before his death, Grubeye had already paved the way for Bobiel, allowing him to seize power. The only thing he had not dealt with was Cole, the legendary gnoll priest who had been traveling abroad for several years.

Cole was not an easy person to deal with either. He had been able to stand firm in the tribe under Grubeye's suppression, naturally, he had his own way of survival. He had long sensed Grubeye's killing intent towards him, and also felt the clues that Grubeye's lifespan was coming to an end, so one day four years ago, he quietly left Nasir Fortress with his confidants and went south to preach.

Not long after Cole left, the church and statues he had built to worship the Gnoll King, as well as the group of Gnoll King's followers who served the statues, were all annihilated in a sudden fire. The story behind it was self-evident.

However, not long after Grubeye's funeral ended, Cole suddenly reappeared with his confidants, openly and brazenly, in half of the city controlled by the Raven's Claw in Nasir Fortress.

Fortunately, Grubeye and Bobiel had already cleaned up the little power left by Cole. Although Cole's actions were high-profile when he returned this time, in the end, he only returned to the situation of being suppressed by Bobiel.

However, compared to when Grubeye was still alive, Bobiel, who was only at the middle stage of the legendary rank, was still lacking in both means and control over the tribe. His suppression of Cole was not as strong as when Grubeye was still alive.

Secretly, Cole gained the support of the Green Field tribe and gradually had the strength to contend with Bobiel. Although he was still at a disadvantage, he was no longer the one who could only cower in a dark corner, without any sense of existence.

On the other side of the city, Timm had also been somewhat tired recently. The newly promoted legendary troll leader constantly challenged his chieftain's prestige with the support of the three major families in the tribe, seeking greater power.

Although most of these actions were suppressed by Tim, Tim was also clear that if things continued to develop in this way, the tribe's overall interests would be consumed in the process of the two forces fighting for power.

This guy still seemed to resent him for sitting idly by as Chieftain Ariehl died, without seeking any justice from Allen, the Gnoll, for Ariehl. So, even though Tim had repeatedly shown goodwill to the other party, expressing his willingness to sit down and have a good chat, he was flatly rejected.

And with the support of the three major families behind him, Tim was somewhat wary, fearing that if he used strong measures to suppress the other party, it might only lead to the tribe's faster decline.

Only now did Tim understand the difficulty of being a leader. His actions could no longer be based solely on his own preferences, but required comprehensive consideration and weighing of pros and cons. In the eyes of outsiders, he appeared to be indecisive.

Fortunately, after Allen attended the funeral of Maggot Eye, he quietly met with Tim and had a deep conversation, reaching a consensus on many matters concerning the Tribal Council's future. After this conversation, Tim gained the support of Allen and the Green Field Tribe, and brought back many tribal leaders who supported the new Troll Legend. For a time, Tim gradually gained the upper hand in the tribe's power struggle.

Bobby and Cole were both consciously leaning towards the Green Field Tribe, undermining each other while also vying for Green Field's support. In order to suppress the newcomers in the tribe, Tim had no choice but to lean towards the Green Field Tribe. Unknowingly, Green Field gained a very detached position among the three tribes.

In addition, in recent years, the tribal leaders and families attached to the United Chamber of Commerce system had to act according to the Green Field Tribe's wishes, which actually controlled the Chamber of Commerce. Although the three tribes still seemed to be independent entities, in reality, with the death of Maggot Eye, Green Field, having lost the existence that restrained its tentacles, was secretly controlling the Tribal Council.

Everything was developing in an orderly manner. After shaking off the depression brought about by Maggot Eye's death, Allen began to have the Green Field leaders implement a plan that had been laid out for many years.

"...Although this time we didn't exchange for much valuable resources for you, most of the forces willing to buy the recipes offered gold coins and jewelry."

"...All 1,300 sets of recipes were sold, with the average selling price fluctuating around 60,000 gold coins, only a few percent higher than our previous estimate. It seems that these forces still have a lot of concerns about magic cuisine..."

"...Afterwards, our merchant group conducted a review, and most people believe that this may be related to the unfamiliarity with the cultivation of the magic chef system. In addition, everyone is still in a state of half-belief and half-doubt about the rumors, otherwise the price would definitely be higher..."

"...But the total amount of money exchanged for these 1,300 sets of recipes is 61.75 million, plus about 10 million worth of ordinary resources..."

Allen was in the castle of Fort Muir, receiving the envoy led by the handsome elf Jay, who had traveled a long distance. Arriving at Fort Muir with Jay was also a large convoy of more than two hundred carriages.

Although Jay couldn't hide the fatigue on his face, he showed excitement and pride in front of Allen, and began to introduce Allen to the final gains of their cooperation as soon as he entered the door.

"...According to the profit distribution agreed with you before, after deducting the 30% profit of the Five Oaks Merchant Group, your tribe's share, in addition to that batch of resources, is about 45 million gold coins."

"This time, what I'm escorting here is the first batch of delivered resources, as well as two million gold coins. The remaining resources and the 43 million gold coins will be delivered gradually within a year."

The envy and passion in Jay's eyes couldn't be suppressed, but when he looked at the calm Gnoll in front of him, the excitement on his face couldn't help but stagnate, and instead, with a look of admiration, he looked up at this powerful Gnoll who possessed a golden mountain.

When Jay came, he was still a little worried that the Gnoll leader would temporarily go back on his word after hearing about this huge fortune, and renegotiate the profit distribution. You know, this time the Oak Merchant Group's profit is almost equivalent to the income of their entire chamber of commerce for several years. Any other wilderness tribe would probably be unwilling to let the Oak Merchant Group take 30% of the profit.

"Thank you for your hard work."

Allen nodded lightly, as if he had only heard an insignificant piece of news, rather than a huge fortune involving tens of millions of capital.

The magnitude of this wealth, even if the total income of the two fortresses of Cato were added together, would take at least ten years of not eating or drinking to raise based on the current income. But in Allen's eyes, the value of this wealth itself is actually far less than its potential impact, which is more worthy of Allen's attention.

In the past few years of promoting magic cuisine and magic chefs, the Food God, based on Allen's original image, has also been passively spread out. In the past few months, in the sea of consciousness where Allen's divine consciousness sits, there have even been scenes of chefs from other races praying.

You should know that the Food God belief, until now, has only just secretly developed from Green Lake Town to the tribesmen of Fort Muir. Although there are legends of the Food God to the outside world, the matter of the Food God belief has never been leaked by Allen's believers.

Now that I can receive pictures of alien races praying in my sea of consciousness, it is obvious that the Food God, this belief that has not yet come to the fore, already has a certain reputation and foundation in the outside world.

In the future, when I truly expand the Food God belief to the outside world, I will inevitably be able to quickly gather a wave of believers.

And all of this is thanks to the promotion of magic chefs and magic cuisine in the past two years. At the same time, Allen is also convinced that the spread of faith in the future is closely related to the promotion and distribution of magic chefs and magic cuisine.

As for the 30% of the profits that were taken away by the Oak Merchant Group, more than 20 million gold coins, Allen had already anticipated it when he approached the other party for cooperation.

If it weren't for the full support of the Oak Merchant Group, using their channels and power to promote magic cuisine and magic chefs, and using their commercial system built over thousands of years to find buyers, it would be basically impossible for Allen and his tribe to do this.

Since the other party has done enough things and made enough contributions, then it is only natural to receive corresponding rewards. Allen can't do things like going back on his word for a little bit of profit.

I remember that Snowmyn, the new Legend, has already written it, but when I flipped through my notes, I seemed to have forgotten to write down his name. If any book friends still remember, please leave me a message and remind me.