Green Monster Epic

Chapter 96: Seclusion

(Here are 3 updates today. I'm not asking for anything, just doing it for fun, hahaha!!)

Since returning from visiting the Shattered Bone Tribe, Allen spoke much less and scolded the tribesmen less often.

But his face, perpetually gloomy, and his silent, grunting efforts to cleave piles of raw stone into stacks of bricks with his greatsword, made the villagers wary of approaching him. They no longer slacked off while working, becoming exceptionally diligent.

Aside from venting to Philip about the encounter with the Shattered Bone Tribe, Allen didn't mention a word of it to the other tribesmen. In his opinion, they couldn't do anything about it even if they heard, and with their personalities, they would likely forget it soon enough. It would only add to his troubles, so he figured it was better to let them live their lives happily, day by day. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

Although he himself wasn't happy, seeing the joyful faces of his tribesmen still gave Allen a sense of accomplishment. It at least gave him some justification when recalling the desperate and helpless faces of the Shattered Bone Tribe, so he wouldn't be afraid to even meet their eyes.

Allen himself didn't realize that his sense of belonging to the tribe was deepening. Perhaps the blood ties between tribesmen seemed weak, but when he saw the tribe's ignorance and stupidity, when he saw the desperate and helpless eyes of the tribesmen he had lived with for many years, or when his childhood friend, Stone, always came to him in his dreams to chat, he became increasingly concerned about the Green Field Tribe. At least, he couldn't allow those tragic events to happen again before his eyes.

Few dared to linger in Allen's presence, except for his personal servant, Philip, and a group of little ones full of curiosity but not yet burdened by fear.

There weren't many children in the tribe, only a little over a dozen in total. Among them, the goblin bear cubs were the majority and the absolute rulers of the children's group, as they were all burly and strong, making them invincible among the kids.

Whenever Allen wielded his heavy greatsword, splitting raw stones to train and create materials for building houses in the village, a group of little heads would gather nearby, squatting and watching Allen's movements with envy, occasionally cheering.

Besides the eight goblin bear cubs, there were also two earth goblin cubs, four goblin cubs, and two human cubs. This was the entire next generation of Green Field Village, which seemed a bit sparse. Fortunately, most of the mating females in the tribe were pregnant, and they were now doing what they could with slightly rounded bellies.

The smiles on the faces of the males in the tribe were also increasing. Allen's correction of the previously chaotic tribe reproduction, from initial resistance to the current hope in everyone's hearts, the warmth of children, wives, and heated beds upon returning home every day, was ultimately the ultimate magic weapon to touch the softest part of a person's heart.

"Hoo!"

Allen took a deep breath and closed his eyes to rest. Around him, the cubs held their breath, afraid to make too much noise.

"Ha!"

When his breathing calmed, Allen's tiger eyes suddenly opened. With swift movements, the dazzling sword light flew in the air, colliding with the person-high stone block, making clanging sounds. When Allen stopped moving, after a cloud of dust, the stone, which was as tall as a person, collapsed, turning into square bricks and countless pebbles scattered on the ground.

"Wow!!!"

"Clap clap clap!!"

The children, seeing such a magical scene, all focused their admiring and longing eyes on Allen, clapping their little hands and cheering. There were also restless cubs, holding a branch and imitating Allen's movements, waving it back and forth in the air, automatically adding sound effects like "Hoo hoo ha hey."

Whenever Allen saw these lively children, he was always in a good mood. He didn't care about the noise they made and turned back to his masterpiece, nodding slightly in satisfaction. These past ten days of continuous training of his swordsmanship had brought great gains. Even his control over his rage had gradually improved, thanks to Philip the human. If not for the techniques about rage and training that he revealed from time to time, Allen would still be a reckless and brave man who only knew how to use brute force, with no skill to speak of.

This chop used Allen's self-created triple strike, allowing the rage to flow rapidly through specific blood vessels, stimulating faster speed and strength in the arm, allowing the greatsword to exert a speed comparable to a one-handed sword in a short moment, while the power was several times higher. The techniques contained within were mostly gleaned from Allen's countless swings at the stone blocks over these days, and only now had he finally gained some understanding.

Without inheritance or a teacher, Allen didn't believe that he couldn't create a complete forging method and a complete swordsmanship.

It was this belief and pursuit that allowed Allen to persevere in this boring and tedious chopping. Roughly calculated, the stones he had chopped out had not only built his own stone castle but also helped Dashan and Flower Snake build several stone houses.

Now, more stones were piled up in the open space of the square on the top of the mountain. Allen planned to pave the entire wide square with these heavy and hard bricks, so that the square could withstand greater impact and be used for a longer period.

Anyway, everything in the tribe was now on the right track. The tribesmen gained something from hunting outside every day, and the oats outside the village were also growing vigorously, and they were about to bloom and bear fruit. The lush and rampant berry trees brought a touch of sweetness to Green Field's daily life.

Except that the hunting team occasionally still encountered kobold teams, and everyone had a big fight over the ownership of the prey, it seemed that there were no other unhappy things.

In addition to honing his skills and strength, Allen would go out every few days, and this trip would last for 3-5 days, or even more than a week at the longest. Often, when he returned, Allen would be covered in dirt, and sometimes even have some scratches from wild beasts. No one knew where he went. However, the tribesmen in the village were lucky, and Allen would often drag back the corpses of animals he had hunted in the wild. Although most of the time these corpses were a bit smelly due to the hot weather, the tribesmen were not picky, and it was always a happy thing to have meat to eat.

No one dared to ask Allen where he was going, and even when Philip sometimes inquired indirectly, Allen would not say a word, causing him to return disappointed. After a long time, everyone got used to it and was no longer curious about Allen's outings.