Green Monster Epic

"How have you been considering the matter I mentioned to you last time? Do you have an answer yet?"

Allen and his sidekick, Phillip, were taking shelter under a peach tree by Green Lake. The scorching midday heat was tempered by the lake breeze, making it pleasantly cool.

Half a month later, Green Lake Village had completely changed. The hilltop had been flattened by the hobgoblins and their goblin kin, along with the slaves they kept. The excess dirt had been turned into small mounds on the hillside, each mound housing a goblin family. Between these mounds, a dozen stone foundations were under construction, and two main roads crisscrossed the hilltop in the four cardinal directions.

The young hobgoblins, who liked to follow the strong, were changing their habits, learning Allen's way of life. They were slowly emerging from their caves, and although they had to work hard to carry and polish stone bricks to build houses, these would be their own private property, so no one complained of being tired or suffering.

More dirt and gravel were piled and buried around the outside of the fence at the foot of the mountain, forming a height difference of nearly two meters with the ground. Coupled with the tall, waist-thick log fences standing at the edge, the external defense system of Green Lake Village became more reasonable and advantageous.

"Chieftain, you don't understand those guys yourself, and the intelligence you gave me is too little. To be honest, I've thought about it for a long time, and there's only one way that might help you."

Phillip was really having a hard time these days. He had to supervise the goblins' labor on weekdays, which made him an enemy of these masters of the village. Anyway, everyone looked at him with very fierce eyes. Who knew when they would tear him apart and turn him into their barbecue. He clung tightly to Chieftain Allen's thigh, but this guy deliberately gave him difficult problems, always requiring him to spend a lot of effort and energy to give the other party a satisfactory answer. Otherwise, who knew when he would think he was useless, and his end would still be the same miserable one.

There was no way. Before he was familiar with the wilderness environment and understood its dangers, Phillip could only be polite and tactful with Allen, slowly revealing some of the bargaining skills hidden deep in his mind, dangling Allen's appetite to let him know that he was still somewhat useful.

For example, Allen's training method of using rage to wrap his greatsword and chop at raw stones was an effective method recorded in the books written by Phillip's family's previous generations of combat professionals. Don't look down on Phillip's own lack of strength, now only a mere level 5 warrior, but he is at least a nobleman, which at least shows that his ancestors produced some outstanding talents, and there were several advanced professionals. Therefore, he still knows something about the training methods of professions such as the Berserker.

"It's just that this method is too risky for you, and you might even lose your life because of it."

Phillip's expression was very troubled, wanting to say it all at once but afraid that Allen would be furious when he heard his words.

"Tell me about it."

Allen was not surprised by the other party's words, but stared at the other party's expression and continued to ask calmly.

"In our country, there is a saying that a nobleman will never put down his weapon to fight a beggar with bare hands. This sentence means that people with nothing to lose will never be afraid of those with wealth and property, and dare not fight them to the death. Because when it comes to a real fight to the death, beggars have the awareness of giving up their lives, daring to kill nobles, because they have nothing more to lose. But nobles are different, they have too many things to cherish, they dare not fight to the death, so even if they have ten points of skill, they can often only exert six or seven points when it comes to life and death."

"...This principle is the same for people, and in fact, it also applies to a force or a group..."

"...It's just that you, Chieftain, at least need to prove that you have the ability to make them uncomfortable..."

Allen listened attentively, even considering the extreme risk he needed to take in Phillip's method as an acceptable range.

"You humans really have flexible minds, how could I not have thought of this method!!"

Allen spoke with feeling, seemingly very receptive to Phillip's suggestion, but his vigilance towards him increased again, which Phillip never expected.

"Let's do it this way, you write a letter according to this method, and I will send someone to them!!"

Before long, a hapless crippled goblin, Dan'er, was chosen by Allen to take this fresh letter to a place that no one would have expected—the Shattered Bone Tribe, which now had a deep blood feud with the Green Field Tribe.

Having returned for half a month, Allen didn't believe that the kobolds hadn't noticed their big commotion. The location of Green Lake Village was too obvious, and Allen and his people's actions to rebuild the village were big enough. Even the most careless enemy should have noticed their movements.

Rather than waiting for the kobolds to bring a large force over again, Allen hoped to find an effective way to dispel their covetous spying. The difference in strength was obvious. With the existence of the Shatterer, the kobold tribe was already in an invincible position. Allen didn't have any unrealistic ideas that they could counterattack and defeat this powerful enemy.

In front of his tribesmen, he appeared confident, but in private, perhaps no one but Phillip knew that Allen hadn't slept well for a long time because of this Sword of Damocles hanging over his head. Many times, Allen would wake up from a dream, thinking that the kobolds had invaded the village, and in the end, after realizing it was a false alarm, he could no longer fall asleep.

He was pondering a solution, and at the same time, he threw this difficult problem to the only seemingly intelligent person around him, Phillip. Now it seemed that entrusting the problem to Phillip was a wise decision, at least the other party had given a chance of success to this seemingly unsolvable problem for Allen.

As for his tribesmen, those lazy and carefree goblins, they probably no longer had many thoughts about the kobolds who had broken through their tribe more than a month ago. Except when they were repairing the village every day and experiencing the hardship of physical labor, everyone might have some resentment towards these instigators of their labor, but most of the time, they seemed to have forgotten the disaster and pain that the kobolds had brought to the tribe.

Wilderness survival is so cruel and cold-blooded. If every hatred had to be avenged, then perhaps there would not be many indigenous tribes left in the entire wilderness.