Green Monster Epic

Chapter 922

Da Vinci wasn't the earliest heavyweight figure from the wilderness to arrive. Before him, figures like Praka, the Chief Inquisitor of the Oak Cathedral, Mona, the Holy Maiden of the New Sprout Church, and Brown, the Chief of the Propagation Court of the Nature Church, had already reached Green Lake City before Da Vinci.

It wouldn't be accurate to say they arrived together; it was more like they coincidentally split into two factions and arrived one after the other. This actually relieved Allen, who had been quite concerned about which powerful figures the Temple Church would send to congratulate him.

The more disunited the Temple forces appeared, the safer he would be. As long as he could exploit the contradictions between them, even if the Temple intended to deal with him, they might not join forces.

The difficulty of dealing with two separate groups compared to them joining forces was not a simple matter of one plus one equals two!

Not only were envoys from various tribes and forces arriving to offer congratulations, but the cooking competition and food festival that the Green Field Tribe had promoted through various means also attracted countless interested guests.

To take good care of these guests, Allen used the power of the Saint's Pillar for the first time, requiring all tribal members not to oppress or persecute any race of tourists or merchants heading to Green Lake City, especially the human and elf races, who were currently considered enemies.

Although privately, many tribes were certainly paying lip service and secretly targeting wealthy passersby, at least on the surface, the alliance still showed great respect for Allen, the newly promoted Saint, and didn't go too far!

Besides, those pedestrians and merchants who dared to travel long distances had their own ways of surviving. Even without Allen's request, the vast majority of them would have been able to reach Green Lake City safely.

Fortunately, Green Lake City, in order to show off its strength to outsiders, had expanded its city several times over, making the internal space of the city sufficient to meet the sudden surge in demand for accommodation.

Not only accommodation, but also the main venues for the cooking competition have now been planned. A group of goblin foremen are leading many foreign laborers in a flurry of construction, which is expected to be completed after Allen's celebration.

The city was decorated with lanterns and colored banners, and the flowerbeds set up along the streets, with the help of the druids' divine magic, allowed various delicate flowers to bloom at the same time, adding a fragrant floral scent to the city's aroma of food.

The small mountain in the city was even more colorful. Lydia, the legendary high priestess of the Corima dark elves, personally led her people to design the landscaping for the Green Field Tribe, making the small mountain now resemble a colorful cloud, swaying in the breeze.

The top of the mountain was even more magnificent. The square, which covered an area of more than twenty acres, was surrounded by metal goblin giants more than five meters high, covered with a layer of gold, holding various weapons, majestic and mighty.

The obsidian sculpture of Allen was repaired, and many complex and mysterious patterns were re-carved on it. Metal threads could be seen faintly between the patterns, and there were also dazzling gems dotted among them, making his image lifelike.

Of course, this statue was not the image of the Food God sculpted by the Food God Society, otherwise, if the Temple envoys saw it, their hearts would probably be stimulated again, and who knows what they would do.

Below the ten-meter-tall statue, there was a seven- or eight-meter-high platform. On the platform was a dazzling pure gold chair, and below the chair was a prostrate dragon. On the back of the chair stood a lifelike phoenix, its eyes inlaid with cat's-eye stones, shining brightly in the sun, very eye-catching.

Dozens of giants holding huge weapons faced the exaggerated chair like a throne, plus dozens of elite warriors who had been carefully selected and started rotating shifts to stand on both sides of the sculpture, the atmosphere alone was enough to deter many unsophisticated fellows.

In the city below, smoke curled up from the chimneys. The crowd couldn't be said to be surging, but it could be described as noisy. The shrewd goblins, without delaying their great patriarch's celebration, were also trying to earn extra money. Children and old people set up small snacks and unique toys at their doorsteps, while adult goblins shuttled through the streets, seeking employment or business opportunities.

Spices, magic plant materials, exquisite silk clothes, music boxes that sing by themselves...

Allen would occasionally tell the alchemists and other professionals in the tribe about interesting objects he saw in his dreams, guiding them in their research, which enabled the Green Field Tribe to produce many strange things that outsiders found rare.

Although many of these objects have little to do with combat, since you've traveled thousands of miles to a distant foreign land, you should buy something memorable and unique to take back as a souvenir!

The big deals were monopolized by the Green Field Chamber of Commerce. Spices that could not be produced in other regions, jewelry with unique effects created by dark elves, newly sold magic cuisine recipes, etc., also allowed the chambers of commerce from various parties who came to make friends to not return empty-handed and to gain something in Green Lake City.

The city below was bustling, but in the castle on the top of the mountain, Allen, the bear goblin who was the protagonist, stood on the observatory. A cloud of mist shrouded the tip of the mage tower, making it impossible to see the scene in the observatory, but the people in the observatory could clearly see the situation outside.

"Aren't you tired of standing like that!!"

Figglas sat unceremoniously, with his legs crossed, lying on the lounge chair prepared for Allen, tossing and catching fruit one after another, sending them into his mouth.

"So many big figures have appeared, and you don't go down to greet them, only letting your little ones busy themselves. Aren't you afraid of causing dissatisfaction?"

"It's not just my tribe's children. I've also asked the chiefs of the various tribes of the Thorns Ring to help me greet these distinguished guests!!"

"They rarely have the opportunity to see so many big figures. This is a good opportunity for them to communicate with each other!"

"You're forcing those old guys to take sides! And you call it communication!"

Figglas gave Allen a white eye. This guy's methods are getting more and more powerful. He says he's asking these leaders to entertain the envoys on his behalf, but isn't he actually trying to show the appearance of unity among their tribes to outsiders!

Fortunately, Allen and his tribe's strength are there for all to see, and the other tribes can't resist his strength, plus everyone's interests have been aligned in recent years, so there isn't too much resistance.

"The tribes of my Thorns Ring are originally one, so there's no such thing as coercion!"

Allen turned around and replied righteously.