Green Monster Epic

Chapter 883 Cooking

Due to extensive discussions, the temporary meeting of the Thorns Ring organization lasted for several days before all the various issues were resolved.

There were still many subsequent problems, such as the repair of Nasir Fortress, the resettlement of the captured elves, and the disposal of new recruits and supplies, all of which were issues of concern to everyone.

The Thorns Allied Forces finally resembled a regular army, although there was still a long way to go before they became a truly elite force. However, at least the warriors who survived the battlefield finally understood the meaning of military formations and camaraderie, and knew how to better survive and kill enemies in the brutal war.

Penny followed Alan to the more prosperous Namur Fortress. Although Nasir Fortress, located tens of miles away on the other side of the canyon and facing Namur Fortress from afar, had experienced a fierce war, it did not seem to have much impact on the daily life in Namur Fortress.

Even the presence of tens of thousands of undisciplined new recruits from afar wandering around the garrison camp outside the city added a bit of liveliness to the fortress.

"...Bastard! Are you looking for death?"

"Are you looking for death?"

New recruits who have not suffered hardships always have to pay a price. Their unruly nature naturally leads them to cause trouble, even if the master of this city is a legendary figure.

But obviously, they underestimated the strength of the native warriors living in Namur Fortress. The well-trained patrol soldiers had plenty of ways to deal with these ignorant fellows.

Soon, a riot was suppressed. A group of bruised, swollen, and dying outsiders were dragged out of the fortress like dead dogs and sent back to where they should be.

At the highest mage spire in the city, Alan quietly landed on the observatory with Penny. The mage servant guarding the observatory quietly bowed and withdrew after seeing that it was Alan, leaving the observatory to Alan and his guest.

Matriarch Penny looked with interest at the city below, which was more vibrant and dynamic than the Drow-controlled territories, and couldn't help but feel a little envious: "The last time I came to this city, it didn't have so much life!"

"In just a few decades, the population of this city has grown a lot!"

Whether it was the Drow or the Elves, the problem that always plagued their strength growth was the difficult issue of population. Although nature endowed them with superior talents and longer lifespans, it also made it very difficult for them to reproduce.

Even if the Drow did not hesitate to tarnish their reputation and be labeled with a promiscuous notoriety, their population growth was only slightly better than that of the Elves.

"A larger population is not always a good thing!"

Alan said with feigned modesty.

"Let's get back to business!"

"Do you have any plans to support the Dwarf Kingdom?"

"...I'm afraid it will be difficult!"

Seeing Alan bring the topic back to the main point, Penny also withdrew her gaze from overlooking the city and said with embarrassment: "Our Federation also suffered heavy losses this time!"

"In order to deceive the Elves, we sacrificed more than 100,000 warriors and slaves in the Coldwind Ridge. In the subsequent battles, we were the main force. Clan Chief Alan, you should also know in your heart how many soldiers died!"

"The Drow have difficulty reproducing. This time, the population we lost basically wiped out all the population that we had managed to breed over the past hundred years!"

"Regarding the war in the Dwarf Kingdom, we really don't have the strength now!"

After figuring out the personality of this Gnoll demigod Alan, Penny also changed to a frank style, laying out all the difficulties of their Federation, without the usual euphemisms of beating around the bush.

"Moreover, the last time we raided the border and helped the Dwarves win a victory at the crossing, it can be considered as alleviating the crisis on one front of the Dwarf Kingdom."

"We all have our difficulties, but the Dwarf Kingdom, for our Northern Territory, is like the Orc Empire for the Centaur Three Royal Courts, an important weight in maintaining the balance of civilization."

"We cannot sit idly by and watch their惨败."

Alan had finally managed to promote the expansion of the Thorns Allied Forces by 200,000 troops. With the 300,000 reinforcements sent by the Alliance, the Northern Territory, with 500,000 troops in hand, had never been so powerful.

However, these 500,000 troops are only nominally a military force for the time being. If you really want it to have combat effectiveness, there is still a long way to go.

Faced with the powerful Elven army, Alan was very unsure how much effect this cobbled-together army of the wilderness could ultimately exert, especially after recognizing the huge gap in strength between the two armies on the battlefield.

Therefore, Alan believed that if he sent troops north, he would also need a backbone force capable of confronting the Elven army head-on, and looking at the wilderness forces, only the Centaurs and the Drow could be competent.

The Centaur clan has never left the Centaur Grassland. They are also a unique existence in the Alliance, with their main focus on preventing human civilization from invading and retaliating. It is almost impossible to get them to send troops north.

So in the end, it still depends on the Drow.

"Your Federation has suffered heavy losses this time. I don't know if the Coldwind Ridge city that was destroyed will be rebuilt?"

"It definitely needs to be rebuilt!"

"The troops supported by the Alliance will soon be in place, and a large batch of supplies will be sent along with them. If the Federation wants to rebuild Coldwind Ridge, then I can decide to allocate a portion of these supplies to help you rebuild."

"At the same time, during the period when you are rebuilding Coldwind Ridge, we will also place the Alliance reinforcements and the Thorns Allied Forces'驻地 around your construction site to provide you with support!"

"On behalf of the other Matriarchs, I express my gratitude to Your Excellency!"

Penny's eyes sparkled, seemingly moved by Alan's thoughtfulness.

"But there are conditions!"

Alan looked directly at Penny with firm eyes: "The Drow Federation must send an elite instructor team to help us train the new army."

"During the period when the Federation is rebuilding the city, if the Elves invade and harass again, our front-line troops will fight alongside you, but in necessary times, if our army goes north to rescue the Dwarves, I also hope that the Drow can form an army of no less than 50,000 to accompany us."

It is an undeniable fact that the Drow suffered considerable losses in these recent wars, but it would certainly be false to say that they have no spare capacity to send troops.

Not to mention, over the years, the Drow have seduced adventurers from other races in the wilderness and given birth to half-Drow bloodlines, with a population scale of hundreds of thousands. Although these half-Drow bloodlines are somewhat inferior to pure-blooded Drow in terms of talent and lifespan, they are far superior to ordinary wilderness indigenous races.

Having received Drow instruction from an early age and living in an environment that retains a strong underground brutal survival style, it can be said that the combat literacy of the half-Drow is far beyond that of ordinary wilderness natives.

During the last joint operation, more than half of the 200,000 troops of the Zhaor Federation had half-Zhaor faces. Therefore, although the Zhaor seemed to have suffered considerable losses, the actual loss of the backbone of their own race was not as serious as they claimed.

"... Chief Allen, you this..."

Penny Le sighed with a wry smile.

The manpower and resources that the alliance provided to the Northern Territory to deal with the elves originally included a certain share from the Huoqiya Federation. However, Allen's current statement uses it as a bargaining chip to force her to agree to his request, which is somewhat shameless.

But she really couldn't argue on principle, because he was one of the five pillars of the alliance, and his voice in the alliance was much more important than that of the Zhaor.

Therefore, Allen naturally had the authority to dispose of the resources allocated by the alliance to the Northern Territory, as long as he could handle the legendary powerhouse who came with the army, as well as the officers of various tribes.

And these, whether it was Penny Le or Allen himself, did not think it was a difficult matter.

"...I need to go back and discuss it with Deborah and Lillian!"

"No problem, I'll wait for your reply."

Allen nodded, and then did not forget to promote his tribe's products to Penny Le.

"By the way, my tribe has a large stockpile of high-quality granite bricks. If you need them to rebuild Cold Wind Ridge, we are willing to sell them to you below the market price."

"..."

Penny Le was speechless by Allen's whimsical thoughts. After finally adjusting, she smiled awkwardly: "That would be great. We do need such materials."

"Okay, you can send someone to contact the Green Field Chamber of Commerce. As long as the funds are in place, they will deliver the goods to your door within a month!"

Allen's actions were not aimless. He knew the importance of the Cold Wind Ridge outpost city, and naturally wanted the Zhaor to rebuild it as soon as possible, so that they could deal with the next invasion of the elves.

It just so happened that when the tribe was excavating the Simansa Mountains, they mined a huge amount of high-quality stone and stockpiled it in Fort Fat. Even if Green Lake Town is now preparing to build new city defense buildings, there are still surplus materials to provide.

"Okay, no problem."

Penny Le was very intelligent. Although she was initially disturbed by Allen's change of topic, she quickly understood Allen's deep meaning and agreed to Allen's goodwill.

"I also hope that the Zhaor's training group can be in place in time to start teaching them to fight after my Thorns Allied Forces are rebuilt!"

"This is absolutely no problem!"

The two most powerful leaders in the Northern Territory continued to talk about the next step of cooperation between the two sides at the top of this picturesque mage tower. It was not until a few days later that Penny Le left Fort Muir.

"Everyone is an excellent talent of my Green Field Tribe, and you have also made outstanding contributions in this war. As your patriarch, I am proud of you all!"

Allen, who had returned to his daily life, was not idle. He was in a rare mood to personally meet dozens of young talents who had emerged in this war after the tribe's commendation meeting.

However, unlike usual, this time Allen chose to meet this group of young people in a secluded manor. At the same time, Allen was also wearing a clean and tidy chef's white robe, and actually personally cooked a delicious meal for this group of young people.

In front of the long dining table, a group of young tribesmen were flattered and uneasy, and it was really hard to imagine that the idol they had admired since childhood would treat them like this.

Even the several powerful officials of Fort Muir who were on the side as foils looked at these young and lucky fellows with envy.

Everyone knows that Patriarch Allen's cooking skills are superb. Even ordinary ingredients can be turned into something magical in his hands, possessing incredible effects. Now, in order to reward this group of children, the City Lord's Mansion has specially prepared very precious ingredients. After being cooked by Patriarch Allen's cooking skills, it is even more unknown what kind of wonderful effects it will bring to everyone.

"However, I am a poor ghost, and I can't take out any good things from my dimensional bag to give you. The only thing I can give you may be a rich dinner."

"Don't you all dislike it!"

"That is our honor!!"

Swala's death ultimately made Allen a little heartbroken, and what he was even more dissatisfied with was that the tribe's population was now thriving and developing smoothly, but it had been a very, very long time since there had been any progress in terms of legendary seeds.

Logically speaking, the total population of the Green Field Tribe that has been promoted to the peak of the high level is the best among the various tribes in the Northern Territory. Calculating each generation in ten years, there are at least thousands of people in each generation, but so far there has been no breakthrough.

Of course, Allen also knew that a legendary seed that embarked on the road to legend was not just as simple as stacking up the number of high-level talents, but also required great opportunities and talent.

However, stimulated by Swala's death, Allen still wanted to try to see if he could use the magic dishes he cooked to help these children have a little more hope of breaking through.

The moment Allen held the sharp kitchen knife on the cutting board in his hand, his expression became serious and earnest, and the dozen or so square cooking areas built in the open air were immediately shrouded in a mysterious force.

The boiling water sprinkled with a little salt and phloem juice rolled in the pot, and a section of Cistanche was quickly cut into thin slices one millimeter thick by Allen, and then thrown into the boiling water.

The colander then stirred twice, and quickly scooped up the Cistanche slices with scalded skin within two seconds. Although the salt and phloem juice accounted for a very low proportion in the boiling water, it had already penetrated into the Cistanche slices during the two seconds when the Cistanche slices entered the pot, attracting the magic power of Cistanche.

The scalded Cistanche slices were immediately immersed in ice mountain snow water, and a faint magical aura slowly escaped from the ice water, but was sealed by the crystal bowl containing the ice water.

At this time, Allen had already begun to process another ingredient. Between his every move, a mysterious force slowly poured into the various ingredients that passed through his hands.

As various ingredients were put into the hot oil in the pot in order, a burst of explosive fire suddenly rose from the pot, and together with the heat from the bottom of the pot, heated the ingredients in the pot at high temperature in all directions without leaving any dead corners.

At the end of the cooking, Dream Leaf Flowers, which were kept fresh by cold steaming, were carefully taken out of the steaming plate by Allen, and then the specially reserved flower stems were inserted into the flower stand made by blending a dozen ingredients.

As this flower with each petal constantly changing color was inserted, the dishes in the tableware spontaneously produced a cloud of mist, sometimes turning into birds and beasts, and sometimes turning into streams and trees.

The whole thing was a delicate work of art, making people dare not desecrate it.