Green Monster Epic

Although backed by the Natural Church and the Temple of Nature, Brown still felt an uncontrollable sense of unease when he faced the gaunt gaze of the hobgoblin before him.

In the depths of those eerie green pupils, a majestic and icy divine light flickered, piercing straight into the deepest recesses of Brown's heart, as if seeing through his entire being.

Alan's face and spirit exuded an unshakeable determination. The special envoy of the Natural Church, realizing that his scheme was impossible to achieve, now accepted the reality with equanimity, his surrender just as swift as his earlier forceful words and actions.

"Alright, take your gift and leave!"

"Thank you, Chieftain!"

The overjoyed hobgoblin embraced the ice jade food box and gave Alan a solemn salute. Then, he strode out with large steps. Before the fellow tribesmen and merchants who wanted to curry favor with him could surround him, a team of warriors, led by Kora, rushed over, guarding him in the middle of the formation and heading towards his home.

Presumably, once Nasjin returned home, it wouldn't be long before the coveted food would become the meal of some lucky member of his family, and the Green Field Tribe would soon gain a hope who had a chance to reach the legendary realm.

"The third-place winner of this competition, Courtney Green Field, also comes from my Green Field Tribe and is a gnome. The prize is a set of magic cuisine recipes, including ten advanced recipes, twenty intermediate recipes, and thirty low-level recipes."

"At the same time, the last dish I cooked also belongs to you."

Amidst the envious and jealous gazes of the crowd, the gnome Courtney excitedly collected all the rewards. His choice for disposing of the 'Frozen Thousands of Miles' dish was exactly the same as Nasjin's before him. Clearly, when Alan explained it to Nasjin just now, he had already begun to consider this issue.

After the prizes for the top three were awarded, the remaining seven winners were no longer the center of attention. After all, the biggest rewards of this cooking competition had been claimed, and the minds of the other spectators had long been captivated by the three miraculous dishes, making it difficult for anyone to regain their composure.

The group of powerhouses on the city wall now had very complex emotions. They were shocked to have re-recognized the power of magic cuisine, and at the same time, they thought that the Green Field Tribe might be able to mass-produce legendary powerhouses through such methods in the future. Then, the power system of the wilderness might be turbulent and collapse due to the imbalance of power.

When Alan finished distributing the rewards to the ten winners and gave another impassioned speech, he returned to the city wall to greet the envoys from all sides and immediately felt the oppressive atmosphere on the city wall.

"It seems I still underestimated you, Alan, and this magic cuisine profession!"

Davenchy had also considered speaking earlier, to ask Alan for a magic dish he had personally cooked, but before he could open his mouth, Brown took the lead.

Seeing Alan's unquestionable attitude, which caused the third-in-line director of the Doctrine Court, a powerful figure in the Natural Church, to suffer a setback, Davenchy and the others no longer spoke.

"Not at all, not at all. It's just a skill I use to pass the time and adjust my mood. I've really made everyone laugh!"

Alan was still very humble, repeatedly waving his hand.

The fact that he was able to cook these six dishes this time was actually a favor from the Goddess of Luck. Even Alan himself is still confused until now, unable to figure out the scope and capabilities of his Food God authority.

Originally, in his concept, the ingredients needed for cooking should at least be tangible things. But who could have imagined that the various energies that circulate daily in nature could also become his cooking ingredients within the scope of his authority and domain.

Although he succeeded this time by luck, extracting the chaotic various energies one by one through the means of the domain and cooking and turning them into tangible things, if the same situation were to be replicated and he were asked to do it again, Alan would not have the slightest confidence in succeeding.

"No need to be humble. Now everyone knows your methods. I'm afraid it won't be long before the legendary powerhouses of your Green Field Tribe can be formed into an army, right?"

The hobgoblin demigod Marvin, whose expression had been gloomy and ugly since the beginning of the celebration, interjected in a strange tone. When his voice fell, many powerhouses around him revealed emotions that were difficult not to agree with.

"This cooking was indeed favored by the Goddess of Luck, which is why such magical dishes appeared. But I myself know the upper limit of my abilities. It will basically be impossible to replicate today's cooking in the future."

"Moreover, the gathering of that vast magic power this time was also thanks to the successful dishes cooked by the thirty chefs, and the magic tide caused by the dishes I cooked myself."

"In addition, there is the energy that everyone absorbed when they attacked the magic cloud, only to have it absorbed. Looking at the entire Ferman world, where else will we be able to find such a place where magic power gathers in the future!"

"So I say, this cooking event today will probably be difficult to appear again in the future!"

Alan obviously felt the complex emotions in the hearts of the surrounding people, and quickly analyzed the conditions in detail for everyone in a sincere tone, in order to dispel the fear that arose in everyone's hearts.

This time, personally creating his own Food God image, as well as substantive and irrefutable skills, can be regarded as a complete success. When the envoys, merchant tourists, and other people who participated in this event return to their territories, together with the Green Field's scattered storytellers and bards, it will inevitably make Alan's Food God hat completely stable, and it will be difficult for anyone to separate the Food God from himself. It can also be regarded as laying a solid foundation for future preaching.

But it is also because the exhibition of skills this time was too successful that the magical effects displayed by the six magic dishes, although from a data point of view, may not be as good as a legendary equipment, after all, dishes are consumables, while a legendary equipment can be passed down for countless generations.

However, for all forces, legendary equipment is actually not difficult to collect. Any powerhouse who has been promoted to legend can basically put together a piece of equipment with good quality as long as they spend a hundred years searching for resources and asking craftsmen.

On the contrary, the inheritors who inherit their mantle have always been the pain points of the core power holders of all forces.

Even if they spend a lot of energy and price, it is difficult to ensure that someone among the children of their own family and blood will grow into a usable successor before their lifespan arrives.

As for the legendary seeds promoted by other families or the bottom, even if they have made preparations early and used the temptation of interests or affection to bind them, in the end, no one can guarantee that they will still consistently bless their family after their death.

Outsiders, no matter how loyal they are, are still not as reassuring to these power holders as the offspring who have their own blood flowing through them.

But now, it's good that there are such magical dishes that can greatly increase a person's chances of becoming a legend in this life. Although there is only Grei as a verifier now, and the other party has not really been promoted after eating the dishes, just seeing his strength rapidly rising and his life and energy aura soaring in an instant, any powerhouse with a bit of insight can roughly judge that the possibility of the other party being promoted to legend is indeed more than a notch stronger than the legendary seeds cultivated in their respective tribes.

"Good things still need to be shared, you say, right?"

Even the jackal demigod Blicken, who had expressed goodwill towards Alan's will, now had a hint of inexplicable aura in his tone.