Green Monster Epic

Even if it was just an empty city outline, it was enough to shock most of the wilderness powerhouses who came to participate in the celebration.

At least, with the ambition and knowledge of the tribal leaders, it was impossible to spend huge sums to build such a magnificent city. Only Mansha City, as the face of the alliance, could have its current scale after countless years of continuous development and expansion with the concerted efforts of various tribes and temple churches.

Even Saint Da Vinci showed a surprised expression. The expressions on the faces of the wilderness powerhouses who came to Green Lake Town, or what should now be called Green Lake City, one after another, were even more exciting.

Although the reputation of Green Lake Gourmet City had already spread all over the world, the reality was that most of the tribal powerhouses in the Mansha Wilderness had never set foot in this remote plain that was once known for its poverty and hardship.

Who would have thought that this land would not only be lush with water and grass and produce abundant resources, but also have such a magnificent and huge city!

Entering the city was also an eye-opener. Although many areas were still under construction, the open areas of the inner city were bustling with people, and the customs and features were by no means comparable to those of many tribal areas.

Not to mention anything else, just the goblins of different heights and sizes, wearing clothes that were rarely tattered and dirty, even if some goblins had patches on their clothes, their mental outlook was not like a dead fish, and there was more or less light and vitality in their eyes.

Although goblins accounted for more than half, there were also many faces of other races. For example, jackalmen, kobolds, and trolls came and went. Although their behavior could not hide their crudeness, no one dared to cause trouble here, and they rarely showed some cleverness and restraint.

Even the human and elf races, who were now at odds with the wilderness, could be seen entering and leaving the city with their caravans. The Green Field Tribe actually allowed them to exist without any intention of making things difficult.

For a time, many tribal envoys and representatives had an illusion that they were not in Green Lake City, but in Mansha City, which was thousands of miles away.

It wasn't until everyone smelled a complex and strange fragrance that lingered in the air, tempting their taste buds, that they realized that there were indeed many differences between this place and Mansha City.

The inner city was very prosperous. On both sides of the road, two- or three-story brick buildings rose from the ground, always hanging eye-catching signs of various colors. Whatever color was eye-catching, these signs were painted in that color.

The signs were also engraved with powerful and vigorous common characters. Taverns, restaurants, grocery stores, and spice shops—any industry that a city should have could be found around this street, and you could even see shops selling good mounts and rare slaves.

"Lord Da Vinci, please come this way. The patriarch has arranged accommodation for you."

Kou'er, who now exuded a mature charm and was increasingly steady in her gestures, was also dressed neatly today. The black dragon scale armor that had been repaired was brand new. Behind her back was the heavy sword 'Black Fire', which had also been strengthened and widened. Even when inserted into the scabbard, it was difficult to hide its icy chill.

Kou'er, who was still trapped at the peak of the legendary high rank, had finally calmed down a lot after being beaten and stimulated by Allen. Especially since her partner, Trist, had also been promoted to the legendary high rank, which meant that the age gap between the two was becoming more and more obvious.

With Kou'er's age gradually approaching four hundred years old, she had only a little over a hundred years left to live, while Trist himself had three to four hundred years to live. Just thinking about how this handsome and gentle partner would have to live alone in the world after her death was so painful for Kou'er.

But then she thought, if this guy couldn't stand the loneliness after her death and found a new, more beautiful, and gentler partner, Kou'er would be even more furious and unwilling to let this happen.

Even though the two had been married for nearly a hundred years, their relationship was still very loving and had not weakened in the slightest due to the passage of a hundred years. Because they were too loving, Kou'er's natural jealousy as a female also skyrocketed. Usually, if Trist had more contact with a certain female, it would provoke her beating, let alone anything else.

With the motivation to continue to move forward and break through, and with Allen, a teacher who strongly supported her, pointing out the confusion, Kou'er finally found a direction to move forward. Although the distance from demigod was still as different as heaven and earth, a mountain had already risen from the ground between heaven and earth and was constantly rising.

"You are Allen's most beloved student, right? Kou'er, right?"

Da Vinci's eyes were like torches, scanning back and forth over Kou'er, who was standing tall and chest out, still having a burst of energy and fighting spirit despite her old age, and rarely showed some appreciation.

"Yes, the patriarch is my teacher."

Kou'er was also proud and never concealed her teacher's teachings.

"A good seedling, little one!"

Da Vinci suddenly threw out something casually. Caught off guard, Kou'er habitually reached out and grabbed it. There was a beautifully crafted necklace in her hand. Just the star diamond at the bottom of the necklace, as big as a pigeon egg, was worth a lot of money, not to mention that there were five or six jewels the size of fingernails on the left and right sides of the gem. At first glance, this necklace was not a common thing.

"Ah, this—"

"This is a gift from me as an elder when we first meet. Don't refuse."

"Thank you, Your Excellency!"

Kou'er was already past the age of receiving gifts. Now, she was suddenly given a gift, and it was such a valuable gift, which was somewhat unexpected. However, just as she wanted to decline, she saw the unquestionable look in the old man's eyes, and Kou'er immediately dispelled the thought in her heart and expressed her gratitude in a deep voice.

"Your teacher is very powerful. I am not as good as him!"

Da Vinci suddenly sighed softly and looked at Kou'er carefully with a complicated expression before taking back his gaze.

In the more than a thousand years since he was promoted to Saint, he had selected countless successors for the tribe and his own mantle. Each successor was as full of fighting spirit and ambition as the goblin in front of him at the beginning, but the more they grew older and the more they experienced, the more their fighting spirit and perseverance disappeared unknowingly.

Among his students, not even one child could maintain a strong fighting spirit at such an age like the female goblin in front of him. And only a powerhouse who is still full of fighting spirit and determination has the opportunity and possibility to climb that majestic mountain.

Looking at the not-so-young female goblin, Da Vinci inevitably felt a little sentimental. Perhaps one day in the future, this child would send good news and become another demigod-level powerhouse in the wilderness.

It is said that students are the mirrors of teachers, and the final achievements of students often depend on the teacher. The image and will displayed by Allen's only beloved disciple, whom he had heard of for a long time, were indeed much better than the children Da Vinci himself had cultivated.

Looking at the bustling and lively city around him, the goblins and alien races with satisfied and happy faces, no matter from which aspect, Allen, the up-and-coming Saint Goblin, was at least much better than Da Vinci himself in terms of talent.

Hearing the long-famous Saint Dragon Vein Warlock complimenting her teacher so much, Kou'er also looked proud, but she was now a goblin with some city, so naturally she would not show it in front of others, but calmly took Da Vinci and his subordinates to a magnificent garden-style manor.

After the city was rebuilt and expanded, there were many more sites in the city, but only the small earthen hill where they started their business, which had its top cut off, has not changed to this day. Only dozens of villas for foreign guests to rest in are hidden among the lush vegetation.

Of course, the castle that Allen had always reserved on the top of the mountain was still there, but its scale was becoming more and more grand, and the materials used were more precious and solid. The black obsidian sculpture of Allen's combat image, which was opposite the castle across the huge playground, complemented each other, which was very magnificent.

At this time, Allen was standing on the observation deck on the left side of the castle, above the spire of the mage tower, his huge mental power covering the entire city, sensing the aura of all the visitors and reflecting them in his mind. Even the conversation between Da Vinci and Kou'er was sensed by him clearly.

I don't know when, Allen was able to easily radiate his mental power to any area within the Green Field Tribe's sphere of influence. Within a radius of dozens of miles centered on himself, all creatures in this range, from a mole to a cloud carrying a charge, could be reflected into his mind one by one.

This was not particularly surprising, but when he stretched out his domain, he could actually do this, but the difference in range was relatively large; or spellcasters above demigod could also monitor a considerable range of areas by combining the mage tower with certain tools and magic.

The surprising thing was that Allen's extended mental power was like the natural magical aura, and no one could detect it at all. At least until now, Allen had not seen anyone who had noticed the abnormality. For example, now he was sensing Da Vinci's situation through mental perception, but the other party did not sense it.

What was even more surprising was that when he crossed the Cato Mountains and came to the territory on the north side of the foothills, this magical ability suddenly disappeared. Even if Allen spread his mental power out again, it would return to the vague perception ability of the demigod period.

Obviously, this should be some magical effect of the power of faith and the path he was taking. After Allen became familiar with and mastered this ability, which was like having a cheat, he quickly gained something and helped the Green Lake Security Bureau to capture a group of deeply hidden elven spies.

When Allen heard Da Vinci say that he was not as good as himself, his mood was inevitably a little rippling, and a surge of complacency arose spontaneously.

Being able to receive the praise and affirmation of the number one powerhouse in the wilderness should be Allen's greatest satisfaction. It was not in vain that he had invested most of his life in it so far, and it could be foreseen that in the future, he would continue to lead the tribe that had inherited his spirit and will, and run forward wildly!