Green Monster Epic

"Oh, right, I'm going to throw a grand celebration in Green Lake Town to celebrate my advancement to Saint. There will be many big shots coming then, and the scene will definitely be lively!!"

"Presumably, this is something you'd like, so I'm now formally extending an invitation to you to participate in my celebration ceremony—in the name of my friend and ally."

Compared to Figglas's unrefined eating habits, gobbling and devouring, Allen now has a deeper understanding of food. Every time he savors a bite of food delivered to his mouth by chopsticks, what first appears in his mind is whether the magic contained in this delicacy has been fully activated, and whether the taste and texture are contradictory.

Upon reaching the Saint level, the body interacts with natural energy at all times. Each breath is like eating, which is probably one of the benefits of the body's initial completion of energization.

"I'm not going!!"

Figglas said disdainfully, "Those old fogeys in your wilderness, there will inevitably be rivals I've offended before, and some have always coveted my flesh. My appearance in front of them is like a delicious meal appearing in front of me!!"

"Oh? I didn't expect our famous 'Devouring Flame Dragon' to be afraid of a few Legendary powerhouses!"

"Get lost!! I just don't want the hassle, okay? Instead of fighting with these guys, wouldn't it be better for me to go out and find a few beautiful females to communicate with and deepen our relationship!!"

"Don't worry, I'll be there then!!"

"I'd like to see who dares to cause trouble during my celebration!!"

Allen wanted Figglas to attend not just out of friendship. Since this guy survived the Molting Scale Tribulation, his strength has also advanced by leaps and bounds. Now, even when facing a demigod-level powerhouse, he should still have the upper hand.

Such a powerful assistant, wouldn't it be a waste of resources not to bring him by my side as a thug and a shield?

This is also the reason why he instructed Leslie to look for Figglas before.

"Moreover, I also asked people in the clan to send invitations to food critics and excellent chefs all over the world to hold a cooking competition after my celebration. There will definitely be all kinds of novel and delicious food at that time. Are you sure you don't want to participate?"

"Even if I appear as an ordinary person, can't I still participate?"

Figglas rolled his eyes at Allen.

". Okay!"

Seeing that this dragon was obviously not fooled, Allen could only be honest and offer his conditions: "This celebration will probably not be peaceful. I hope you can stand by my side and deal with those annoying and despicable guys who are making trouble."

"In return, I am willing to cook ten delicious meals for you with all my heart!"

"How about it?"

"Hehe, I knew your invitation wasn't that simple. So you're planning to use me as a free thug!!"

"Fortunately, I'm smart, otherwise I would have been tricked by you, but now my fragile little heart is also hurt, and just ten delicious meals can't make up for your apology!!"

Figglas, who wouldn't let go once he had reason, had a flash of slyness in his eyes. The power permanently increased by the meal Allen cooked for him today was about the equivalent of fifty years of sleep for Figglas.

If Allen could cook a few more meals like this for him, wouldn't his strength increase at a rate that could catch up with the rate of improvement of these humanoid creatures?

"My personally making ten delicious meals for you is already giving you a lot of face because of our friendship. If I let out a word that I'm willing to hire a demigod powerhouse as a companion for three meals, see if people won't be scrambling to come!!"

"Tch!!"

"How can a dignified dragon who has survived the Molting Scale Tribulation be compared to just any demigod?"

Figglas proudly raised his head. These years he had been pestering Allen to cook delicious food for him, and in his spare time he didn't forget to improve himself through sleep. His strength was really increasing rapidly, and he had already left his dragon clan compatriots of the same age far behind.

Although his level is still stuck at the peak of Legendary, in a real fight, ordinary demigods are definitely not his opponents, and he can even fight Saint-level figures. At least he can protect himself without worry.

"That's why I raised the stakes!"

Allen said fairly. It wasn't that he really didn't want to waste time making delicious food for Figglas, but he always had a feeling that every time he finished cooking, his body and spirit seemed to weaken a bit, but when he carefully checked the changes in his body, he couldn't find anything unusual.

The mysteries of divine power and authority are too mysterious. Before figuring out the key to them, Allen still felt that he should act cautiously.

And his feeling was indeed correct. In fact, every time he personally cooked, he would activate the Food God Domain, and then cook magical dishes that far exceeded the quality of the ingredients. He was using the domain to transform the power of faith he had painstakingly collected into another kind of energy that could be absorbed by others, which would naturally make him feel physically weak.

"Just tell me, do you agree or not?"

The two had been arguing about making dishes for more than just a day or two. Their personalities had also become better understood in this kind of competition. Noticing that Allen really didn't intend to back down, Figglas finally pretended to reluctantly agree.

"But since you want my help, you have to tell me some inside information, right?"

"To make someone as powerful and confident as you actively invite powerhouses to accompany you, it seems that the threat you are about to face is extremely powerful!"

"I can't hide it from you!"

Facing Figglas's questioning, Allen also gave a wry smile, and then began to explain: "This time, several major churches of the Temple of Nature have already notified me in advance that they will send important figures from their respective churches to congratulate me."

"You and I know my current situation. They are sending heavyweight figures at the same time, I'm afraid it's not just to congratulate me. More likely, they still want to shock my behavior, and it would be best if they could find an opportunity to kill me!"

"Wow!!"

Figglas had a slightly excited expression: "Doesn't that mean there will be a big battle breaking out next?"

"That's not necessarily true!"

Allen shook his head: "At any rate, I am now considered the strongest existence in the Ferman world. Even if the other party wants to target me, they have to be fully prepared, otherwise those who can't kill me will eventually pay the price for their actions!"

"Moreover, I am holding a cooking competition and a food festival, and inviting food critics and chefs from various races to put some pressure on these temple forces."

"In front of so many different races and forces, if the temple dares to attack me, it is proving a fact to outsiders—that the wilderness is not united."

"Even if this matter itself is not a secret, the relationship between the alliance and the temple will inevitably become more divided because of the battle between me and the strongmen of the temple forces."

"I believe that there will definitely be some forces willing to take advantage of this opportunity to manipulate things between the temple and the alliance and sow discord!"

"At this point in time, I believe that those old foxes in the temple church would not want to expose the problems of the Mansa Wilderness!"

"Tsk tsk~~"

Figglas looked at Allen appreciatively, genuinely applauding his excellent handling of the situation.

"Anyone who overlooks your intelligence because you're a hobgoblin is truly foolish!"

"Heh, I'm surrounded by a bunch of cunning fellows. If I want to protect the interests of my Greenwood Tribe, I naturally have to learn their tricks!"

Allen said calmly.

"However, just in case, I still need to display sufficient strength at the celebration, as well as allied forces. Only then will those high and mighty temple churches take my rise and existence seriously!"

"Understood!"

Figglas stretched out his arms, languidly yawning. Then, a powerful aura merged with Allen's, shockingly dispelling the seemingly endless strong winds on the snow-capped mountain.

"I'm going to be the first dragon in dragon history to assist and witness the birth of a god. For my great ideal, I can't let you be easily defeated!"

"Hahaha!"

A series of continuous, heroic laughter echoed over the mountains. The various beasts and birds that had been attracted by the exotic fragrance earlier, obediently closed their mouths as these two loud voices floated by, and pricked up their ears to listen to the sound waves warily.

Time flew by, and soon a year and a half had passed. The Greenwood Plains welcomed its most prosperous and lively time.

Once upon a time, this barren land that even merchants were too lazy to pass through has now become fertile land with lush grass, surrounded by mountains and forests, and covered with fields.

The improvement of the climate will definitely bring changes to a barren land, but it is impossible for this land to naturally become so prosperous and fertile in just one or two hundred years.

The beautiful scene now is also thanks to the Greenwood Tribe's leaders and tribesmen, who have been tirelessly investing in and artificially influencing the land where they live.

Every druid cultivated by the tribe will go to the most barren areas in the wilderness to practice, using divine magic to sow the seeds of various natural creatures and change the depleted nutrients in the soil.

The ordinary goblins, led by scholars, record the rainfall and climate changes in a certain area day after day, and then select the most suitable magic plants and wild animals for that environment and climate, carefully cultivating them until they can reproduce themselves in this area.

The education that the goblins receive from childhood tells them that if they want their land to produce excellent resources for a long time, they need to work together to maintain the current natural environment and find ways to make it better.

This survival concept is unique in the Mansa Wilderness, and even the so-called four civilizations have never had it, but few Greenwood tribesmen feel surprised or uncomfortable about it.

After all, the concept that Greenwood is now displaying is the spark of collision between their great idol leader Allen, the Tandin Council of the Greenwood Tribe, the Oak Church, and other concepts and ideas.

Under the guidance of this unique concept, the Greenwood Plains can now be self-sufficient in most of its living and strategic materials. Various resources such as healing potions, energy potions, magic jewelry, arrowheads, leather armor, etc., can basically be obtained from the vast environment of the Greenwood Plains.

Even the resource development in the Cato Mountains is now affected by the Greenwood Tribe. Not only are there restrictions on the excessive exploitation of certain resources, but also people are sent to sow and reproduce.

Four hundred years ago, almost no powerful force would have looked down on the Greenwood Plains, but four hundred years later, this land has become the best choice for every leader who sets foot here, a place where they can thrive and settle down.

"I didn't expect that this desert that we once abandoned would become such a beautiful sight now!"

Kobold Saint Da Vinci stood in the high sky, overlooking a green expanse on the vast land, and couldn't help but sigh.

Beside him was Lute, a legendary junior sent by the leader of the Pale Night Tribe to accompany him to congratulate the second Saint in the wilderness on his promotion celebration, standing respectfully behind Da Vinci and nodding repeatedly.

Flying southwest for another ten minutes, the outline of a magnificent city at the end of the horizon came into view. Even the knowledgeable Saint Da Vinci's eyes became serious and earnest.

That is a huge city comparable in scale to Mansa City. Just with the naked eye, one side of the square city wall is at least twenty miles wide, and the height is more than twenty meters.

"What a big deal!"

Da Vinci couldn't remember how many times he had exclaimed. Every time he delved into the heart of the Greenwood Tribe, his impression would be refreshed: vast forests, straight but wide and stable commercial roads, groups of herbivores, and this magnificent city.

Since obtaining the architectural drawings of the royal city in the Rose Kingdom's capital, Allen had decided to rebuild Greenwood Town according to the architectural drawings, forming a foundation that could be passed down for thousands of years.

As soon as he returned to the tribe, Allen handed over this drawing to the team of intellectuals specially cultivated in the tribe, and asked them to start planning the construction.

Originally, Allen and the tribal leaders planned to promote the construction of Greenwood City step by step. After all, although the Greenwood Tribe had accumulated a lot, it was still a bit whimsical to build a magnificent city in one day.

Not to mention anything else, just the Shenzhi stone bricks required according to the requirements on the drawings, even if the entire existing warehouse of Greenwood was emptied, it would not be possible to gather such a huge amount of stone.

Not to mention that when building the foundation, a massive amount of metal pillars mixed with mithril, gold essence and other precious metals are needed, as well as the complex magic lines and runes drawn inside the city walls.

However, the reality is in front of them. The huge threat brought by the invasion of the elf army made Allen and the others realize that they could no longer follow the steps. Even if they could not build the city according to the requirements in the early stage, they had to build a castle for Greenwood Town where they could take refuge.

In the end, the tribe invested all the resources that could be mobilized to build the most important and solid base first. Later, they mobilized the granite bricks piled up like mountains in the tribe's quarry to barely use them, allowing the city to take shape quickly.

It happened that Allen was promoted to Saint, and the tribe was going to hold a grand celebration for him. Out of consideration for the threat and deterrence of the surrounding forces, the tribe further accelerated the progress. In the year and a half of preparing for the celebration, this city finally took shape.

Although this city is just a fake and shoddy imitation compared to the Rose Kingdom's royal city that Allen had seen, just looking at its appearance and scale is enough to shock those who don't know it.